Short Kneaded Poems
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Bread needed from special flour
Was hand kneaded for an hour
That display
Shown that day
Is what they call flour power!
Our Mayor begged and he pleaded
But he never once succeeded
He thinks he's so grand
But can't understand
Our Baker wants to feel kneaded
Pancakes are so delicious
with maple syrup.
it's made of all- purpose flour,
kneaded into paste,
with baking powder.
it's fluffy.
yum!
She kneaded and rolled it past midnight
precisely added egg-white
Yet she still didn’t get the recipe right
‘til she mixed love in with daylight
Handful of flour in a bin
lightly kneaded with
a little oil in a jar
andmixed with such care-
miraculous cake,
sliced up so
fair!
Full story of this vignette @ I Kings 17:8-16
Do lizards have gizzards?
Do wizards have craws?
Are parakeets Paracletes
Exempt from laws?
I need to know how
I kneaded dough now
To disavow middlebrow
Hear the cow bow-a-wow.
Complimentary Loaf
“Your bread is perfect”
“Thanks” I said
“That’s what I kneaded”
10/11/18
Written for: The Baker’s Dozen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Every day begins
like a cold chunk of clay
kneaded by us
battered by them.
Come dusk, it doesn't
look like much of anything
our blood fills in the cracks
untouched-unloved-unglazed.
A woman took a measure of leaven,
then kneaded it with flour in her kitchen.
A loaf did arise
to a wonderful size;
for like such is the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew 13.33
Dough kneaded and leavened,
Designed in circular shape.
Dent in the middle
Deep fried or baked
Dipped in sugar syrup and glazed.
Dutch immigrants’ popular sweet.
Delectable snack, favorite of kids.
Our hands
kneaded together
the daily bread...
together we made the
molds we carve
our lives...
together we embroider
the future and us
we gave posterity.
similar to waves
in surf,
we spread out in the world
our children...!
Winter - Cold at heart
Subtle warm weaves of passion
Kneaded to beat winter chills,
Tear to shreds with cruel time
Icy winds cold blood.
Written Nov 10th, 2015
For contest "Winter dodoitsu"
Sponsor- Heather Ober
Amassed bulging clouds
Dashing enmity fusion,
generously hovering
In jellylike kneaded layaway
Mysterious noir over
Prairies quietly resting
Suddenly trapped under
Vicious wind’s X rated
Yelling zeal.
CarolineCecile - 10.15.12
I dug out the
big pieces of
black soil of
my choice,
Crumbled them
in a tank,
removed the
humus and
pebbles;
Then the soil's
soaked and
kneaded 'to
paste I placed
On my wheel
and moulded
all 'ese various-
shaped
vessels!
Deep in the briars of doubt
within the muck of the mind
dust devils like to tease
weaving petals to the lye.
Knead the mind with prayer and reflection.
No need to introduce outside deflections.
God placed gold leaf atop gray canyons.
Gossamer, gently cool,
brushed against flushed hot face,
like water pooled in desert land;
softness kneaded with much
glad wearing, not unlike
the feel of mother's wrinkled hand.
November 9, 2017
Knit Your Fabric Contest
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
Verse Form
A potter kneaded galaxies into shape.
Slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze.
Baked them in star ovens of varying degrees.
Laid sparkle to planet skin so all could see.
Laid sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream.
The potter's wheel is spinning eternally.
you just can't resist freshly baked bread
at yeast I can't - crust me, I've tried!
it whispers - 'I know you loaf me
you know you knead me
you butter hurry up
crumb and get me!'
I must accept the message, “You lost,”
I suppose in the nick of time.
The glow that I carried with hope
Has dulled, the sun gone away to hide.
Now that life is without you,
Days of illusions and dreams gone away,
I am gathered, kneaded upon a potter’s wheel,
Being shaped for another day
Summertime,
The living is lovely,
Gnoochi with Nonny,
Fresh dough,
Kneaded,
Love,
Needed,
For every step,
Chef caps adorn our crowns,
It’s a lovely afternoon,
Rich in tradition is our recipe,
Love is how it is conjured,
How I miss our days,
Of gnoochi and storytelling,
Memories are all that's left.
i remember
the taste of
your br east's
milk but didn't
want to
drink
black
coffee
coffee
straight
makes
me
wince but
since you
we're there
i utterly
wanted
to use
you
and
kneaded to
because
your
yeast
was rising
to being
ready to
bake
but i
suppose i
just like to
loaf
Form:
The clay was content
the way it always had been
tucked inside stone ribs of earth
'til a blood palm tore it from its peace
kneaded it into deformity
then branded it a masterpiece.
With blessings from gravity
time and decay
it will make its way
back into the
sunken treasure chest
of feathers and
cold earth gems.
jiggling juggernaut jockeyed judo
katie’s Korean kitties killed with kudos
lively llamas listened, learning Latin
Mischievous miscreants misused satin
Needless nimble noodles kneaded themselves
Opulence and opals were seen in land of elves
Paralyzed parlor poodles paraded past purple pails
Quarrelsome queens quickly collected quick quails
~tangy flavor drips
on watermelon’s skin pink…
brushing kneaded mouths
flesh of summer pulp
pops with zing like frothy cream…
to thrill nibbling bites
breaths in rhapsody
trailing juicy midnight love…
when melon lips meet
~ ~
Carol Brown’s Lips Contest senryu
by nette onclaud
Wings upon which emotions fly;
My words shaped into wells of water.
Shells of beaches from my past
Memories held, then laid to bed,
As trees felled or stones cast.
Words, raindrops, snowflakes, air:
Stirred and kneaded here or there.
Words unheard, like air unbreathed,
Unbleached and bare; Unheard with care.
Just words...
What could be more useless now.