Short Pestle Poems

There was a young man from Piccadilly
who was known as thoughtful Willy
Never did he do things willy nilly
He’d grind his corn
With a pestle well worn
And give it to his handsome filly....

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In a bygone age
Symbols then,were all the rage

Hanging outside,to catch the eye
A very visual...come & buy

Pestle & mortar,poles red&white
Or just three brass balls there might be

In days long past,
Few could read...but all could see....

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In marble mortar his pestle struck
fragmented vermilion flakes,
ground fine into powder base
"The Girl with a wine glass"
Artist's current work
Sunburst highlights
Satin sheen
Captures
Time









Favourite Artist -
Johannes Vermeer...

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Dreams are like ice,
Best served cold and crushed,
With a shot of whiskey poured atop twice.

What thaws is but a muddle,
Of the mortar and a pestle,
A poisoned mash of mind playing in a puddle.

How do I mark myself as a dream maker,
When at night I see only terror,
Of what I’ve shook inside a frozen silver shaker?...

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Mortal and pestle contesting
Dogs wagging
Girls chi chatting
The moon moaning
The night i is as cold as hell
Sweat eavesdropping from Mother's nerves
We the parasite take our queue
The black pot roars
The aroma whispers
As the pot alighted from the furnace
A mountain stood on my nose
The struggle began 
Mouths sweating
Okra swelling....

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You dig a tunnel and blind it with velvelt
You throw a rose on the velvelt and welcome me to the throne
What do you call my crime?

You water down my wine and whittle down the sparkle
You savour my stew and make  holes in the cooking pot 
What do you say I did?

You sling stones and go under the mortar
The gods are not blind  oh you smart snake
Sooner than you think the pestle will find the mortar....

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Gravity falls on my head like cartoon pianos,
Drawn by he who drops,
Weights of ivory and ebony concertos,
Whose sound on me won't stop.

Heavier and heavier the pressure pushes,
Down along my spine,
As the falling instrument smears and smushes,
Me into a powder crushed so fine.

Like the alchemest whose legerdemain,
Uses a mortar and pestle to press,
Gravity's foot on me and remains,
Like a cartoon piano, a weight in excess....

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I succumb
These bonds... they've broken me
trapped in this endless loop where i can find no peace
this life 
It pummels me
The pestle and mortar are much too heavy 
For my limp shoulders
These people 
They're frightening
The demand from me constantly
To be much more than i am
I wish to be set free
This baggage it pulls on me
It drags me to the deep
I insist mutiny
But im no more than one man
I traipse to the edge
Please... Grab my hand...

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