Short Kernels Poems

Gold externals
of kernels sweet
corn culls butter....

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corn kernels applaud
over a circle of flames
metal mushroom bloom...

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the coleoptile
reaching toward sunny yolks —
yellow kernels form...

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I love them, what about you?
those beauties that carry
in their kernels spears of death...

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Forest fires rage
Seed kernels burst from their cage
Rain quenches – Seeds sprout...

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succulent and sweet
kernels unattainable
stuck between my teeth
hastily reaching forward 
A toothpick will do the trick...

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MISS POPCORN

sprouted kernels pop
all over the living room
missing her mouth

11/21/2017...

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peel away green outer husk

sweet yellow plump kernels found

boil first eat with butter


                   P.R.Deremer...

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wild eyed pancakes
invented by grandma
two kernels of corn for eyes
delighting her grandchildren
sometimes a mistake makes the best memory...

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Kernels in the dark,
                                       Most trusted food in the world,
                                               Eaten sight unseen....

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Kernels popped in olive oil,
Butter-drizzled and
tossed with salt or Parmesan 
or candied as balls!
Versatile delight
in puffs of
white!
...

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Perry was a popcorn-popping pro
He himself announced it was so.
He dipped kernels in a potion
Which started stomachs in motion.
Now the whole town is on the go....

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The two Cobs at the beach made a stop

Each then laid out their blanket to plop!

But they somehow forgot

That day's sun was too hot-

Quickly, Madam Cob's kernels did pop!

...

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Corn couple lies in beach with bodies bare,
smooth skin soaks in midday sun’s scorching glare.
        His lewd stare makes Miss Cob groan,
        heat bakes anger in her bone,
kernels of sizzling words pop up in air.

#1
...

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corny valentine, you are my favorite said hawk.
lend me an ear, honey, but do not stalk

shuck on down to Iowegian town
give me a wave, a smile, not a frown

corny valentine, you are so neat
with your rounded kernels, ever so sweet....

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Juicy, plump rings of summer. 
Spinning round and round -
While bedecked with kernels of dawn. 
What luck I have found!

Unique in your venture-
Riding with the whirls of sweetness. 
Please take me with you!
As we radiate in our greenness....

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Creep, oh centipede! 
    A malady to my cornea. 
Like kernels a decoy
    In my Eden realm. 
I'm infuriate to civility
    Just us serenity intervene. 
Serendipity smock my bones
    In solitude. 
Here it is, your servitude
    Of search....

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Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013...

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Wanted from the world,
The debt of responsibility
Preys on her mind
And weighs down her soul,
Clinging sticky
Like a spot of amber tree sap,
Cavalierly touched,
And afterwards offensive.
The grinding stone of expectations
Moves stolidly round and
About the kernels of
Vanishing freedom,
Ground into the grit
Of everyday existence....

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Nebraska has turned herself gray early this year
A desolate cornfield stands torn and disheveled
A cold front comes in from the north
She whips a few strands from the stalks
An anticipatory shiver goes through the field
An empty feeling of winter saturates the ground
Deer have decimated the last few corn kernels
Nebraska winters rival those in Michigan...

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Crumbling crinkly, cracker crumbs

into salty, seafood stew,

Mother made our midday meal.

Fast for favorite food we flew.



Gluttony Glenda gulped a glass

of Linda's lovely, lemon tea.

While Will wolfed down whole walnut meats,

carefully crunching kernels free.



"Savages", sister Susan said.

"Politeness, please," our papa pled.



7/4/14



For Dr. Mehta's contest...

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They dipped our being in dirty grease
added a fist full of kernels.
Life turned up the heat
now-one by one we're popping out
little puffy hatchlings -
sweet songs in our beaks.

Growing feathers and talons
ready to fly now 
on updrafts 
of silent song.
Ready to ignite the world
that spit fire on our nest
one by one we'll pluck the rubies
from all of their bloated chests....

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Whom could it be, this professional Poet
  selling his blood for a few kernels of grain

Whom could it be, this professional Poet
  pandering to others in search of a name

Whom could it be, this professional Poet
  drunken talk-show appearance, stumbling again

Whom could it be, this professional Poet
  the strongest of liars—the weakest of men

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)...

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Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
  selling his blood for a few kernels of grain

Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
  pandering to others in search of a name

Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
  drunken talk-show appearance, stumbling again

Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
  the strongest of liars—the weakest of men

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)...

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 Lounging on the beach supine
    With Rayban sunglasses on.
    At last, summertime is here; 
             A hot one at that!

 The heat could roast a chicken;
        A sun too hot to handle!
           I am a corn on a cob; 
           My kernels popping!

Hey, friend, aren't you feeling this?
    You're a corn on the cob, too.
      I don't see you popping off!
           What's going on here?

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