Short Kitchenette Poems
Short Kitchenette Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Kitchenette by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Kitchenette by length and keyword.
Red hot charcoal,
Cut dried ’ loggy’woods,
Up with flaming grey smoke,
From the mouth of a round stove,
Creep through the nose
Of a warm muddy Kitchenette.
“What a great escape “
“Indeed,every cottage must have its nose”,
Said Mrs Rahbi to herself.
smell from the grandma's kitchenette
that fills the whole abode
my little heart and my hungry tummy too
Pithas or Rice-cakes
this are native legacies
wrapped with fondness
served on english platter with elate
Roadside stalls
Buzz with traffic's cadences
Benches lined up with the critters
Along the whirls of leaves and the roars of branches
'The tea tumblers cuddles the pithas'!!
My beloved tekeli pitha!
They are rice cakes from Assam.
They are made by steaming them in a kettle (I call tekeli) lid.
Tekeli pitha
or
Kettle cake
tint of jaggery
making love with crushed coconut
cloak in grained rice
and spell of sesame seeds
steam and serve me
i tucked into the pithas in my kitchenette
I live with the aroma here in Assam
I carry the recipe to you there in London
Morning
My Muse
Floral gym shoes
Terry aqua sleeveless dress
Eggs frying on my stove
Whole wheat toast, aroma utterly entrancing
Brazilian Bossa Nova notes filling all rooms
Floral tablecloth embracing sparkling utensils, glasses dishes, cups
Smiling, red petunias rest on the shiny, tall microwave
Saying grace, hands folded in the kitchenette, her holy place
June 12, 2019
8:45am PST
Coffee and The Poet
The clumsy poet, had spilled
a giant mug of coffee on her
beaming kitchen floor!
At a parallel time, came a
gentle thumping upon her
kitchenette door.
Twas her ravishing Muse!
With a basketful of enchanting
poetic ideas to explore.
How grateful this bereft poet
turned out to be.
No more searching for elusive
words, quite happily, much to the contrary!
June 6, 2019
10am PST
Sometimes an
Obsolete
Old bulb inside him
Flickers on
And dimly lights
His woozy thoughts
And thirst to write
A song.
Recall he's human,
That's to say, he
Thinks he
Still adheres,
Not just a washed-up
Singer, missing
Schedules to
Appear.
The stained and
Scribbled rhymes
Of scattered nonsense
On the floor,
Three gulps of Vodka,
Bring applause,
Adoring fans,
Encore.
Gene Bourne
06-01-14
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Pets are busy! Fowls are busy!
Bubbly Bunny, Classy Coney!
Go in a hurry, jump in a scurry!
Modest and merrier Moby
Decent and dandyish Duffy
Baking pastry, lovely candy
Adding honey, made it tasty
Turned sticky, frosted heavily
Juicy! Choosy! Dainty! Yummy!
Master Mickey, Kooky Kitty
Made the kitchenette fussy
Looking busy but not hasty
What's it all for? There's a reason
Remember, it's a holiday season!
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