Short Cupboards Poems
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No one home in this house the cupboards are bare
No carpets to walk upon
No curtains to pull
No laughter no tears, Just memories of happier years.
There was once a lady called Mable
Whose knickers were up to her navel
Her cupboards were bare
There was no underwear
So she nicked them from where she was able
the ghost is a prankster
a trickster
confusing and bamboozling
he throws things
cupboards open and shut
obvious poltergeist
do they have a preteen daughter?
you bet they do
that’s a given
I beg of the beggars
Lie to the liars
Warm myself by the icy fire
And contemplate a God
I search for food in empty cupboards
Borrow from the debtors
I sit on an empty stage
And only I alone applaud
Empty things-
Empty rooms-filled with things-
Empty vases-empty jars
Empty seats-
Cupboards that are bare-
Corridors-in my mind-
Long and narrow-alone I stare-
Vacant land -
You once – were there!
17/11/92
The kitchen's disinfected, the worktops squeaky clean,
The laundry's in the wardrobe and nothing's left in the machine.
The crockery is washed and dry, it's stacked in cupboards, looking neat.
There's just one nagging problem, I've got nothing left to eat!
~Man found having tea party with Kat again
Viral photo of cat has been photoshopped
Mice breaking in kitchen cupboards nibbling in boxes of tea bags
Cat catches train with man catnip and tuna on the menu~
12/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
We are both clairaudient
We can hear slamming of doors
or kitchen cupboards when no one is visually there.
We are also both clairsentient
Some would call us empaths.
We pick up on feelings, which is why going to a mall is awful
We know without knowing how we know
Violence is an anger-loaded wagon
Inventing new man as a rodent
Often the violent acts like a beast
Lost victim’s dignity rests in garbage bin
Ego swells and explodes as bomb
Normal reason locked in cupboards
Conquest and destruction a game
Evacuation of humanity is heroism
I could see him awkward,
As he tried to walk her space,
Give suggestions
And results.
After all it had always been her home,
Even she did get confused on drawers,
And cupboards sometimes.
Imagine then him:
Yet!
I could see him…
Useless!
Out of touch!
Claim to know something he had never touched…
Raising a barrier with an expression of a trunk barrel is quite astonishing really. Whilst holding a booking breaming fish at a straightforward angle. In sunshine or at schools in closeted cupboards eating a lot of cakes then. Dance with ninety six thousand frogs. Hahahaha and a few long pies. Hahahaha xx longitudinal ***
Form:
Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds
Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment
Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards
Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat
Jacqueline,
A perfectly composed and articulated woman.
Rough, rugged and honest.
Said her sons struggled with some things,
Never mentioned her part.
She never mentioned that she left her young boys home alone for weeks,
Selling herself, leaving no food in the cupboards.
Now, 1 son less...
Her lies catch up.
that was worrying
but not surprising
for
who can
really tell who might leave
what in drawers
when
we move
home do we some
times not find strange objects
lurking
we moved
to a
new home
on saturday night
we locked the front door
my
wife
then asked me to check the cupboards
upstairs
"there might
be someone in one"
There's a terrible smell in the kitchen
like rotting fruit
or a dead mouse
high and lonesome, eye-watering
thin and whispering, fuzzy with grief
Whenever I think I've located it
it goes into hiding
You can bleach the sink
and empty the bins
look under the table and behind
the cupboards, but
you won't find it any of those places
God always opens a window when he shuts a door.
He will take care of you like the times he did before.
You lost your job but God will see to it that another one comes along.
Have faith in the Lord and he'll never steer you wrong.
Soon you'll be able to fill your cupboards that are nearly bare.
Please don't feel forsaken, God will always be there.
Form:
I don't get the expression
There's cats everywhere
That was the only dumb cat
To which the world compares
Mine are in the cupboards
Closets they can perch
Diving under my sheets
Curiousity is what makes them search
Unwrapping to toilet paper
Hockey with anything on the floor
How come they're still living
I'm using that expression no more
I keep my dog’s talents all to myself
An organizer, he puts things on a big shelf
Files my taxes, sends them in too.
Taking as a reward my husband’s left shoe.
He sorts my cupboards, and my large pantry.
How much more helpful can a collie be?
Did I mention that he drives me to work and back daily.
And sings karaoke at a place called Goo Gaily.
i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.
and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.
Train whistle
I think of Dad. He loved them so
Coyote comes to visit almost to my front porch
That’s Daddy too
Smell of smoke.
My father-in-law Dwight is here.
Cupboards slamming now
With no person in the kitchen, my mother-in-law, Helen.
I await my mother’s presence
Wondering how she will make herself known
She has not been gone long
Maybe still resting
No color,
no warmth from the cold weather,
no charisma,
no freshness,
no love just loneliness,
no cover from the rain,
no drain for the tub,
no food in the cupboards,
no water to drink,
no end to the war,
no cooler for the heat,
no ice to make water colder,
no rivers flowing,
no flowers growing.
All is bleak,
all is dark and crawling.
Bleak that's all.
It's due...
So what am I going to do?
The funds have gotten low
And the flow has been slow
And I just don't know...
But I got to keep the lights on
I got to keep the water running
Nothing in the fridge or the cupboards, c'mon
Lord, please keep me from jumping
This darn phone keeps ringing
But no good news its bringing
It's due...
And I just don't know what to do.
Junk food
Sweet and salty
No nutrition at all
Please just give me an M and M sandwich
Topped with potato chips to give it crunch
Fill my cupboards with Mounds bars,
Bring on the unhealthy
Hot chips, oh, yes!
Junk food
Selling memories, possessions at the yard sale
Just junk the buyer says, I will take it off your hand
Hard times have hit, yes we need a break
Kindness, charity impress apon the inner voice
Let it go, someone else needs it more.
She goes inside to empty cupboards and cries.
No supper tonight, no breakfast tomorrow...
Vultures circle to take advantage, will the house be gone?
Lotion cream balm an ointments
reminds us of who we really are
accessories fitment's an garments
never need lavish nor spar
classic cupboards organized
maintain visual distain
to relax an feel stabilized
everything is perfectly attain
or maybe not quite a start
funny how time seems to fly
then wonder how far
th' reason of existence apply
like driving all night
without an aim