Short Kettles Poems
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Fear casts a lingering shadow
On My vision of life stretching
Reverberating anxiety boiling in the
Kettles of My heart.
here to hereafter you and me
shout from the rooftops tea more tea
our kettles will hum
that head banging drum
and beat a spastic symphony.
An
ichthys
in marble-
a code sign of
faith
Inspired by the 'fiddle fish' made by John Clegg from his mother's marble washstand -Seen
at Kettles Yard
Frolicking in the mud resembling pigs,
pots and kettles calling the other black,
hypocrites acting like lily-white saints,
yet no far better than idiotic hacks.
the diners are silent,
and close before dusk,
solitary kettles boil,
in quiet homes glowing in the night,
and unringing phones.
how are you today?
is all we ever say,
and one day we’ll all get together
Zesty,
Yeasty,
Xanthous*,
Wheaty,
Velvety,
Unrivaled Taste,
Strangely Refined,
Quintessentially Pale,
Original,
Not Mass-produced, Large Kettles,
Just Intensely Hearty Goodness,
Fiercely Effervescent,
Deliciously Cold,
Bottled
Ale
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*yellow
And before consuming, death equals faces
Gathering health in juxtaposed kettles
Last memories neatly open prospective questions
Rallying senses teeming under veiled whispers
Xanthic years zooming away before contemplation
Death erases final glows, honoring its judgement
A big crude demoness
Entered fabulous Garnet Hotel Inn
Juggling kettles, looting money
Netting oodles, precocious quagmire,
Respite-- she thankfully undressed--
Voluptuous wench, *** yodeling, zonked.
Thrown like a fuse box
I was torn between the seasons
October put me through Autumn and Winter
I hadn't a clue
I was lost in the Sand
which made me feel indifferent
The Moon in shade
the white orchids in bloom
I needed to unlock the sleepy hollow,
always on an unending road
their chosen zigzag
like old boots and kettles for inheritance
Glass
pictures
stones,sculpture-
in light and in
space
A tribute to Jim Ede of Kettles Yard-'A continuing Way of Life' This 'work of art' inspired by his
visits to Dunbarton Oaks and the Phillips Memorial Gallery whilst lecturing in the US
http://www.doaks.org/about/bliss_history.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phillips_Collection
"It’s a dying winter, lad” he would say
crunching his words around
a gnawed pipe stem.
Then one day he went back up
the gravel path
to his small, low cottage,
with its oily cans, coal dust kettles,
its sooty cats
never to be seen again.
This morning, decades later,
I see him from a black grate
where embers and ash
form a remembered warmth.
My neighbour knocked upon my door
at half past two this morning.
I could hear him cus and swear
he did not give me warning.
I wondered what on earth is this
at such an early hour,
stood up from my kitchen chair
switched on the kettles power.
Perhaps he needs a friendly chat
get rid of moans and groans.
Just as well i was still up
playing my Trombone!!
Because of mosque kettles,
Mama stay because
Grammar loves you,
I will sell for a billion trillion dealion peppers
Tricked for a thousand years,
Ask Babangida or Buhari,
They dine at the throne and palace,
While we pay subservience at their feet,
We went in with tools,
Came out with rules
With His sons,
Drank holy communion,
Which healed them of Corona Virus
bitchy
In the morning now
there is a rage
at waking,
carrying this pain,
from dreams of fleet
footed joy.
I won’t speak until
tea is poured into
my mumbling soul.
Everything is
dusted with a fine
layer of gripes. I polish
with my housecoat sleeve.
It is the kettles fault
this itchy feeling of
discontent which rides
me. Yes, today it is
the kettles fault
for being too slow.
Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy
Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled
Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part
"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest
Groaning rain
Mumuring sky
Mumbling cloud
Raging thunder
Broken - straight - loud
Sullied roofs
Filthy earth
Preempt bathing
Fragile feet seeking haven
What about indigents
Tilling holes like ants
Whistling kettles - inane cups
Painting their bellies brown in tea
Scared snails remain doggo
Beneath their shells - until the land is wet
The rain will never know
The earth is thirsty
Just give birth to your lines
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an extra from from my kettle collage
see more at my htttp://kettles-ichthys.blogspot.com
anxiety,
big brown bag
cash, cash, cash
daybreak
earlybirds, eager, enter
forward, follow
gorgeous
hats
igloo icechests
junk, junk
kettles
lamps, lanterns, luminous lights
moving men making money
nice
old ottoman
purchase, purses, please
questions, quick
reasonable red robe
still sealed salad shooter, spend, spend, spend
trimmers, trees, thousands treasures
unopened umbrellas
video viewers
with warranty
x-mas,
yellow yarn, YAWN!
ZERO.....
Form:
The left thinks they’re right.
The right thinks, “yeah right.”
Elitist. Extremist. Radical. Hack.
A collection of pots and kettles screaming, "You're black."
Each “listens” to reply.
Understanding is lost.
Alternative fact? Or lie.
We shudder to count up the cost.
So much confusion
So little insight
The state of the union
Is her people looking for true light.
Unsure what to think. Unsure how to feel.
News or commentary – they wonder what’s real.