Dawn again,
novel day of the century...
I await your return
for over a millennium...
I squeeze the longing in my chest,
my intimate decomposes
the soul thinks
my heart drowns me...
food getting cold
your reheated steak...
I call your name,
despair resigned...
You don't come, neither
send message...
My insides turned...
I realize you don't feel desires,
and you're not hungry!
Categories:
reheated, adventure, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
The day The Eagle is defeated
The incident shall be repeated:
All transmitting stations televise it,
The rarely praised tongues loosen in wit!
Born - to - Rule Valiant of All Seasons
To be lambasted for four reasons:
Who had off switched its amazing wings
Or had God said "it's time to spoil things"?
What had it done to matchless vision
Begun to things sights in division?
Could Mortifying Beak go on strikes,
Suddenly curve less because this likes?
What can have happened to stunning speed:
Rehearsals ended that would it feed?
The day The Eagle is Defeated
Furnace of 'Why' shall be reheated.
The Remotest cause solicited
The sweetened truth not prohibited.
Categories:
reheated, animal, celebration, conflict, cry,
Form: Rhyme
All day Franco-American spaghetti-suckers
do not make connoisseurs' lips pucker
Neither do grilled spiders and a side of beans
appeal to kings or to queens
When looking to make a culinary splash
never serve reheated corned-beef hash
And even if you're in a real time jam
fuggetabout cold pizza topped-off with spam
Just stick to the basics, you'll surely succeed
~ A dozen raw eggs afloat in seaweed
Categories:
reheated, food, humorous, success,
Form: Couplet
I feel the world
not going well:
When the puppy from below
barks sadly
lately...
The neighbor cat
remains meowing all day long
in the kitchen...
Here at home we eat
3-day bread ... and coffee
it is always reheated ...
I feel that the world,
not going well:
When I don't capture anyone, anymore
smiling in the square ...
A rare car
moves...
Drowsiness brings down
The Neighborhood...
I feel all badly going instable,
when I observe the winery
of Antonio empty ... he
sitting with Maria dispirited
awaiting for customers in the lobby ...
Without selling anything,
without collecting a
nickel ...!
Categories:
reheated, allusion, analogy, appreciation, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry
Leftover Willpower
David J Walker
I know
I know
What I said last night
After the last bite of
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce and
Pumpkin pie
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to
Unbutton the waistband of my
Khaki dress slacks
I know
I know
How good it all was
and yet how
Bad for me at the same time
And how I fell asleep in the
Recliner watching reruns of
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
And the morning after
When I cannot think of putting
Any more food in my mouth
Somewhere in the back of my head
Hatches a plan for later
Sliders
Maybe one
Reheated roll with
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce
Small Sliders
Maybe two
Just two
No more
But surely not three
Would you think it profane to
Curse the names of every Pilgrim
Who landed on Plymouth Rock?
The bane of my weakening
Leftover willpower
IT’s ALL THEIR FAULT!
Categories:
reheated, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
the sun rose
blooming bright
inviting me
to breakfast
i excepted
expecting
to eat eggs
sunny side up
but she reheated
last nights
rice and
beans
warmed
by her smile
and cups of
hot chocolate
all the while not
noticing the dial
that keeps
time
she stayed
as brunch became
lunch then later
asking to stay
for dinner
she never stayed
so late so
what to want
the restaurant's
menu was all new
knowing nothing
what the moon ate
so on a date
with the sun
across the table
seemed not right
but we now knew
night is day
it rather became her
she placed her order
Categories:
reheated, muse,
Form: I do not know?
MIRROR of MEMORIES
Disappearing into the mirror,
fading slowly from my own thoughts
memories, photo shopped to black,
voices striking chords of longing
for the once known unknown.
Fearfully I gaze on living’s death
beseeching spiteful gods – spare them
those that I love – this torment
this coming agony of absent presence,
blank stare of empty vessel.
Greedily, will I cherish every touch,
each kiss, savor the leftovers of
reheated passion, hold softly to
hands that offer aid, rage silently
against a stolen past.
Hopefully, they will know
I have not forgotten them
they will live within me
protected, as in their youth,
held tightly in my arms.
John G. Lawless
11/18/2015
submitted to – Mirror of Memories “Alzheimer’s’ – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Tammy Reams
Categories:
reheated, family, fear,
Form: Free verse
Reheated road
Reheated road retired by moving pandemonium,
Altercating, bitching, clamoring and demanding
sluggishly set forward
Birds and flies dispersed towards different directions
Their infuriate cry overspread the moving commotion
Against the riot the power standing
highly fortified, uniformed with stars
Attentively antagonized, barricading with iron bars
behind the fuming
Uproar reached closer
and disagreement sparking
Bottles, stones, whatever touching hands took wings
High torn and overfilled emotions animated
in place of confirmation, coordination, and correlation
flushing water, smoky gas and rubber bullets
find way to reach a peaceful solution
tears, vain juice and screaming
flowed without win nobody
Road reheated seeking solution treatment!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Categories:
reheated, bullying, emotions, people, stress,
Form: Narrative
His clothing is mottled,
His beard speckled grey
and he takes up his post
by the road every day.
But he knows he’s depressed; he is always depressed,
And his sadness ferments like old wine, and the best
He can do is to drink. Feelings caught in the flow
Are washed further downstream where he won't have to go.
I’m staring ahead, and
The light will turn green,
And I drum on the wheel
hoping I won’t be seen.
I believe that I felt
Much the same long go.
My thinking habitual -
Ebb and a flow,
and the flow picks up force
As time courses along,
Then reaches the ocean
Where currents are strong.
Pepperoni and cheese
Are now comfortably seated
By me. Mr. Domino’s
Will be reheated
When I arrive home.
And at home I will peer
At the art on the frig.
It’s been there for a year.
The man is still there.
I roll down the window.
He rushes the car
Like a wave rolling
In with the tide from afar,
And recedes with the pizza.
There’s nothing I’ve lost.
When you get to the ocean,
No boundaries are crossed.
My light’s up ahead.
It helps order my day.
He’s back at his post.
I’m on my way.
Categories:
reheated, addiction, life, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Dry Months
A Dracula drought drank soil’s blood,
in spring and clouds refused to shed
their load of collected sorrow before
the middle of October.
The landscape jaundiced and leaves on
trees petrified into rusty bits of metal
that clanked abjectly in a breeze that
tasted of dust and reheated air.
In the stale heat of the night thoughts
ran free to dream of mountain lakes,
deep fiords and cascades of sweet water
in a landscape green and wondrous.
Teasingly, heavy clouds came from
the north shed loads of liquid pearls that
rolled like tobacco spittle on parched
ground and nature held its breath.
The downpour didn’t last very long,
but long enough for the landscape to
not give up hope and become a new
Sahara only fit for scorpions.
Categories:
reheated, humor, nature,
Form: Imagism
the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat
there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more
so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group
the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology
reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts
© Goode Guy 2011-08-15
it's all in how it's spread out...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup
Categories:
reheated, caregiving, family, food, life,
Form: Rhyme
While the ancients sleep drunken dreams
in an August haze of torpor,
reheated by a relentless sun,
when the grills and water torches light up
the night with feasts of raucous laughter,
the sealed sweat from that riotous time
begins floating upward.
Fastening onto mariner's winds;
coalescing past curious birds;
savoring the sterling starlight;hardening into a glass meteor.
Indurate invader-
that is slapped down with frigid malice
by the unappeased agnostics
who reject such divinities.
Streaking through a dismal, grey cumulus
exposed in an antiseptic freezer,
it explodes.
Shattering it's liquids memories all over;
bleaching the tightened barks of trees;
stringing silver gossamer threads over tiles and pitch;
chattering antennae and chugging chimneys;
smearing windshields with Vaseline vapor.
While we look out and dread
our first tender, numb steps outside,
crunching and slipping with the fearful hangover
of a punishing Puritan winter.
Categories:
reheated, nature
Form: Free verse
A warm reception.
Kindling a new romance.
The burn of an old flame.
Categories:
reheated, life, lost love, nostalgia,
Form: Haiku
Catatonic morning crawl
Saturday, suburban thrall
Car bomb kills 50 in Iraq
My kids live at the bloody mall
Stagnant showered stare
Crusted sandwich, TV glare
Tsunami swallows 10,000 cold
Jesus, I'm losing my hair
Middle-aged, brooding blog
Mow the lawn, walk the dog
Aids decimates African country
My broker is in a goddamn fog
Five o’clock roundtable ruse
Leftover meatloaf, reheated news
Another million homeless this year
I’m so sick when the Yankees lose
Married bedroom gloom
Wife sleeping, silent doom
Midnight landslide spares none
I remember when life was fun
Categories:
reheated, allegory, family, happiness, introspection,
Form: Rhyme