Short Ovens Poems

there once was an old witch whose pies

were unique in flavor and size

she delighted her covens

when she opened her ovens

with dozens of old crusty guys.
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Men to turn them on
it is extremely simple
just press buttons...
they are electric ovens...!
Women however are
accordions... to touch them
must be virtuous,
 a virtuose to solo
their hearts !...

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rich 
cherry
flaky crusts

fiery ovens
birds await stuffing
potato salad bowls

delicious aromas drift
captivating waiting tasters

forgotten tree lights sparkle nearby
ignored~  the feeding frenzy begins....

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The turkey couple stomped out of their shed,
For the short season that all turkeys dread,
“We quit, we’re done,”
“We want to have fun,”
"OVENS OFF! DON’T DISTURB! We’re off to bed."

19/11/22

A Brian Stand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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The wind smells of
frozen milk and carbolic,
this is the edge of December;

a slopping out of leaves
and burnt wood, the overspew
of ovens that keeps

us holding our coats at the throat.
The winter is still out,
we wait for the last bus of snow....

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A potter kneaded galaxies into shape
slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze
baked them in star ovens of varying degrees
lay sparkle to planet skin so all could see 
lay sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream.
The potter's wheel eternally spinning....

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a tall blonde, white plaited with salt
all elbows and knees,a new menhir
on a guilded stage of

tidewash and wind,crouched under
a sky of ovens and red brick,
serious and wide-eyed

before a sandring that loses
its smile as the sun drowns;
the sea turns to black....

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The ewes are gathering at salt licks
The ovens are hot for baking bricks
My mum is humming,
"Christmas is coming" *
My dad, it seems, is getting his kicks

*Winter is frigid in Norfolk, which may
account for 19th-century women 
naming their sons, "Christmas"! ...

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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...

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january frost
crunching walk on ice crystals
I go get my sled

grasses need greening
aprils dreary rain season
my umbrellas here

hotter than ovens
everyone is sluggish now
dive into pool

trees are sprinkling leaves
oranges yellows reds on ground
where is my black rake

iced donuts for all
rainbow sprinkles on the top
i serve all seasons...

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Blueberries rushing down five at a time
			from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom
			of a coffee can until growing numbers
			mute the beat. Super pickers fill
			two cans an hour in bumper season.
			Pies and muffins march from ovens
			and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown.
			In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards.
			On these gems of the Sun we feast like lords....

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Swastikas Today on Temple Mizpah 
 

The kitchens of Auschwitz
are belching again.

Ancient chefs, 
puffed hats askew,

storm once more
the catwalks swaying.
 
When the ovens are full,
the chefs dig pits

in the kitchen floor, set
silver spits, roast fryer thin
 
the legs and wings they’ve
cleaned and cleavered. Yes,

the kitchens of Auschwitz 
are belching again.
 
 
Donal Mahoney...

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Battered and beaten beyond recognition
Helpless and weak laying in the kitchen
Scared what will be next is not known
Curled up in a ball frightened and alone
 Now picked up tossed and turned about
Using there hands now viciously laid out
Their bodies now placed on a sheet 
Dieing a slow death under the ovens heat
They lay lifeless as for them it was to late
Eight little ginger bread men had met their fate...

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They all wish,

and dreams collide- on a dime-
on a dive,

they say in admonished curves in time and color,

of those flapping doves, 

seizes mind a flutter,

they wish to seal within the prosperous carrothers-
sanctity of motion,
hectors O' acres of the dozens...


They all wish one the baskets on the ovens-
and upon dishes their bumpkins-
that loudness to be promised to everyone we have punished....

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Dachau

The train rails are gone, the processing center an exhibition. The barracks scrubbed.  

The hanging loops in The shower rooms removed, racks and whipping tables clean and displayed. The execution wall & Blood Ditch grown over, trimmed and landscaped.

“Shower” rooms with gas jets are sealed.  The three-person ovens impervious to the scorn. 
Ash dumps and mass graves covered, and monuments marked. 

Hell has been sanitized for public viewing......

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So called kind leaders 
Who care for their benefits 
Than the  lives of snubbed folks
Are you really kind?
When you are told 
the truth you encrease
your anger and  your hearts 
augments volumes
Then you think to convince 
The realists about your fake kindness. 
Hahaha!haah! 
Just be  familiar 
with the truth dears. 
Be cool like cold
apple and grape juices
And your name will be joyous 
On earth and in the heavens 
Because you accepted
To come out of ovens. 

June 25/2023...

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