Short Kneads Poems
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a cat
to bat
pretty
kitty
now brat
this cat
but lands
my hands
it kneads
rubs needs
turn bat
back cat
the bat
leaves scat
fun song
too long
Kind mates share empathy
Keep faith and loyalty
Kindred spirits entwined
Knotted strings all plaited
Kaleidoscope of cheers
Kudos din shared with kin
Kneads group strong, resilient.
There's a girl from Dutch Country
Who kneads this heart inside of me
She's beautiful, a treat to see
A singing angel, that is she
A true companion to a T
I see compatibility
My dreams of her change me to we
Perhaps someday those dreams shall be
A woman kneads dough for cakes.
She is sad and weary of life...
Into every piece, she mixes both a little anger
and joy – for herself, for the children, for her man.
She holds nothing back from life.
When the cakes are baked,
the anger fades away
and only the aroma of joy remains...
Before the sun does wake,
Fresh bread, the ovens bake.
Children soundly sleep awhile.
Their mother kneads the dough.
An effervescent glow,
Shining on her peaceful smile.
Abides within her heart.
Love showing since the start,
Giving service grows worthwhile.
© September 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
On my back in bed
with a book to read
while being gently mauled -
she digs into my breast.
The delicate skin breaks
under her needle pricks
red stains suffuse nightdress
while she purrs and kneads.
Expressing her content
to have me trapped at last
not moving round the house
ignoring her embrace.
Elephants will head for higher ground
before a Sunami makes landfall.
The flocks will sing desperate songs.
Flying quickly from devilish fires.
While donning his three-piece silky suit.
Man-unkind kneads another infinity bomb.
Glassy moths nibbling away his soul.
Leaving their powder to humor his ashes.
Stupid-stupid man, a pawn to his ego.
You open up the kitchen door,
Aromas surround you you want more,
Fresh bread bakin some are done,
Can't wait to taste them everyone,
Mom makes the bread most everyday,
She makes them special just her way,
The flour flies, as she kneads,
The special method, of her deeds,
The steam from slicing, is a dream,
I know this much, I could scream,
The bread is ready so am I,
Dark brown bread, butter on rye.
Form:
Let us focus on forgiveness
Make it our word of the day
Whether it be of yourself or someone else
Sit back and watch what it creates
As it takes the heart of the hurting
Kneads and melds it into shape
You've never lived until you've learned to give
The bitter taste of bitterness away
Take hold of the hand of forgiveness
Letting it lead you where it may
You'll never go wrong with the path that it's on
Where forgiveness is the best of all ways
Sweetness
Swans swim on the pond to allure us all,
Wonderfully the spectacle I see, forgetting myself
Even the Lotus makes love, glaring at thee!
Enough love she makes counting your feathers.
Twinkling eyes of yours make the colorful Lotus love,
Nervously she hides herself, as like as a virgin lass,
Enormous roots spreading around she conspires
Smoothly she kneads her web, to get you confined,
Surprisingly once you’re caught there, you’ll be hers in no time.
I have a little kitty cat.
I love her very much.
She has blue eyes and soft brown fur,
That's silky to the touch.
She cuddles close beside me,
As we lie in sweet repose,
And purring softly kneads my shoulder,
With her tiny little toes.
I haven't much to offer her,
She doesn't ask for much,
Save home and hearth, enough to eat,
A kindly hand and such.
And as we lay there dreaming,
I can't help but wonder at,
The large amount of love God sends,
In the heart of one small cat.