Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Poet Em Em Ft Sebastian Jnr
I'm a flying bird but I'm broken
My wings are cupped & shackled
I'm a choir but my voice is gone
Still I can hum the horrors in my mind
The eyes of the earth in tears
Gaza is in pain - the torrent has reached it corn.
Here's the narration of little ugliness
The scent of joy can't be smelled in palestine (Gaza)
There's no joy in her wind
Her graves are laced with agony
& Her remnants are Pale less thin
(2)
Her remnants are Pale less thin
Her eyes sees no white of a thing
but flames and smokes
& her beak picks up pickles in an enclosed beaker
Gaza is in a kettle of fish
with no water to quench her thirst
nor flow away her agonies
still her remnants are pale less thin
(3)
Still her remnants pale less thin
Like breathing air on a cool less brink
Where souls are perplexee— to sucide
Minds lack rest—For all days pale less thin.
Gaza is in airless world—admist rain
Losing lives— secs by secs all days
for there is no air for her bird to fly—not even rays.
Her remnants pale less thin—yet no halt in attack by the ingrates
Categories:
kettle of fish, 1st grade, corruption,
Form: Free verse
As coffee cups go mine's very pretty
With butterflies and flowers thereon
Not very masculine I must admit
But welcome at the crack of dawn
Stumbling my way down to the kitchen
At six o'clock on the dot
Dragging my body bumping into things
Arms flailing reaching for the pot
The first sip goes down kinda roughly
I shake and shudder giving thanks
My body tingles right down to my tootsies
That stuff can sure turn my crank
Been thinking of taking it intravenously
That's when there's no turning back
When you fall headlong over the precipice
And have serious withdrawal attacks
But to top it all off this substance is legal
How cool is that my good friends
When stuff can give you this much of a buzz
It's bound to be illegal in the end
So far so good and until further notice
You can drink it openly if you wish
But as soon as it goes the way of marijuana
That's a whole different kettle of fish
Categories:
kettle of fish, addiction,
Form: Rhyme
A young demon stood at the crossroads
Not knowing which way to go
“I need to go to Hell” he thought
But the way I just don't know
As he looked around a map he found
Lying there on the floor
He leaped for joy this demon boy
“Now I’ll get home once more”
The map it showed the way to Heaven
Clearly it was marked
“That’s just the devils luck”
The demon boy remarked
Just then an Angel all in white
Came strolling on his way
“Kind sir show me the way to hell”
He heard the demon say
The Angel paused and thought a while
“I’m not sure that I know
But its paved with good intentions.
Maybe that’s the way to go
“I could show you the way to Heaven.
If that is what you wish
But if you want to know the road to hell
That's a different kettle of fish”
Categories:
kettle of fish, angel, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
POLLY'S KETTLEDRUM
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Kettle of fish, different, cliche, song?
Kettledrum, melodic sound all its own.
Let's not forget Polly, coz she put one on.
Perhaps she had a pond in her garden,
don't really know, I beg your pardon.
Now, what about Polly's massive lake?
She had one, oh yes make no mistake.
It is where she put her kettle on.
The lake, oh yeah, was once her pond.
Cream scones', with a cup of Polly's tea.
Delicious, if you were there you would agree.
Tea done, she had a band, well just a drum,
Yep, you guessed, 'a Kettle one'!
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2/1O/18
Kettle, Pond, Lake - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
kettle of fish, drink, fantasy, tribute,
Form: Free verse
DIFFERENT KETTLE OF FISH
Under the hue of azure sky the water blue and clean
The rolling ripples sparkled with the sun’s gleam
The simmering shine glowed on my silky silver skin
In the limitless lake Iike a mermaid I used to swim.
To the distant horizon extended my aquatic home
I could touch the golden sun when it rose and set
In the placid depth I found my blissful fond freedom
The joy of playing with rocking reeds I’d never forget.
On a dark night the sky fell with lightning thunder
Floods came roaring on the lake from somewhere
Swept me far away before I could even ponder
If I’d survive the deluge or the end was near.
The flood waters rushed like a mad river in spate
From my home in the lake it carried me away
After flood receded land returned to normal state
I found a new home confined in a turbid pond to stay.
I can’t swim any more to the horizon for I’m not free
In the muddy tangled bottom I can’t play even if I wish
The sun shines bright but it no longer touches me
Life in a pond for me is a very different kettle of fish.
February, 10, 2018.
Categories:
kettle of fish, analogy, feelings, fish, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Placid pond I leave,
now a fine kettle of fish
Lake lacks Life I grieve.
9-Feb-2018
Contest: Kettle, Pond, Lake
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
kettle of fish, anxiety,
Form: Haiku
As coffee cups go mine's very pretty
With butterflies and flowers thereon
Not very masculine I must admit
But sure welcome at the crack of dawn
Stumbling my way down to the kitchen
At six o'clock right on the dot
Dragging my body bumping into things
Arms flailing as I reach for the pot
The first sip goes down kinda roughly
I shake and shudder giving thanks
My body tingles right down to my tootsies
That stuff can sure turn my crank
Been thinking of taking it intravenously
That's when there's no turning back
When you fall headlong over the precipice
And have serious withdrawal attacks
But to top it all off this substance is legal
How cool is that my good friends
When stuff can give you this much of a buzz
It's bound to be illegal in the end
So far so good and until further notice
You can drink it openly if you wish
But as soon as it goes the way of marijuana
That's a whole different kettle of fish
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
kettle of fish, humorous, body,
Form: Quatrain
The broken sun is in my veins.
Sometimes we are dead, sometimes are alive again.
The things you will tell me fill my heart with pain.
Your words are like cold and steel chains.
You will write you miss only me.
But I never know when we meet if we ever meet.
It`s a trap and I`m caught. You caught me - that`s what you did.
No glee in my eyes, do you see?
You can do anything you wish.
There are two different lives, yours and mine. There is no bridge.
There is a gap between us. I`m alone at its fringe.
That`s a pretty kettle of fish!
Categories:
kettle of fish, love, me,
Form: I do not know?
The dark dinginess of the room
And its odoriferousness;
Obviously, it wasn’t broomed
In an age, the place was a mess.
The odor was suffocating
And it needed ventilation.
Unfit for a human being
and beyond my expectation.
“One lives in this filthy rat hole?
God! It’s an insult to a rat.
The center for disease control
wouldn’t enter this place.” She sat
alone, half naked from the waist
up on an overstuffed green chair
that’s when I got to see her face
and was totally unprepared.
“Umm! Madam, you ordered Chinese?
I rang the bell at least three times
and…” never mind that…sit down please!’
“Sit?” I asked. “I can’t. Its noontime
And I have four more deliveries
To make; perhaps some other time”,
I lied. Damn! I hate telling lies
But exiting called for a line
Regardless how outlandish.
I needed to buy extra time
to escape this kettle of fish.
“Madam that will be six dollars”
‘Six dollars, don’t you want a tip?’
“Yes!” trying to avoid her stare.
“I’ll come back after my last trip.”
She handed me the six. ‘See you!’
Then I hurried out the door, “Phew!”
Categories:
kettle of fish, work
Form: Rhyme
Papa sat there, quiet,
Reading his books
Never raised his voice
Or give you nasty looks
He just read his books
On metaphysics and inner self
Books I have not seen
On any library shelf
One day my friend and I decided
To steal mangos from the neighbour’s tree
When papa found out he sat me down
And had a quiet word with me
I felt torn up inside
Remorse for what I did
I used to curse myself
And say what have you done Sid?
Now Mamma she’s ummmm
A different kettle of fish
When she heard what I did
It was like signing a death wish
She had a way with words
Colourful they were
And when she moved
Ninja style a blur
I managed to run away
And climb up an avocado tree
She was lunatic and rabid
The gardener was sent up to get me
I should have run away
She came down on me like a monsoon
My behind was like a plum tomato
I looked like an alpha male baboon
Don’t get me wrong
The love was there
But do something significantly wrong
Look out, beware
Ask my imaginary friend Glen
This is not a trick
He too felt
The end of her stick
Categories:
kettle of fish, family, father, funny, life,
Form: Rhyme