Short Tupperware Poems

stands behind the drapes
a shadow
still for a moment 
then bourbon in tupperware
burned her throat
television
in the other room
children slap fighting
yelling beings
another swallow
behind the drapes the world was simple
cream and grey
almost twilight outside
cool window on her cheek
tears 
but no 
sorrow...

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An introvert in isolation

Talked to fairies in desperation

Not even quit faint

So neighbours complained

Called Police for incarceration


An extrovert shut up and inside

Climbed into tupperware as his guide

Held in detention

He gained contention

But then the lid was dissatisfied 



28th April...

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then give me your heart-
i'll keep it safe,
i have one empty glass bowl
or tupperware if you prefer,
like my soul i'll feed it
indecision & spite,
& pain, whatever else this world might,
i'll try in vain to supress
happiness & hope
& shame, then i'll scream at god's
undoing of all my work
when there's no one else
to blame....

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a pink tupperware container in the cupboard,
   filled with salt kept in its acrid epitaph.

  now its been years since the cabinets mouthed around
  the windows.

  the need for dry sinues grows.

 

 blood purified rushes to the heart drawn by the
 meter and decimal.

 a moment and a memory unravels in the skin.

 we learn to get by on a little less....

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Einstein’s brain was more complicated than any Swiss army knife.
A pathologist took it from his cranium creating its’ ignominious afterlife.
He confined it in a formalin filled Tupperware tub that stunk
then tooled around America with it in his Buick Skylark trunk.


True story; check out the synopsis of the book (I’ve read it) called “Driving Mr. Albert” by Michael Paterniti on Amazon.com....

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The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the gut,

prompting an exodus
of mournful bodies
propelled along that cloud
of processed misery
to wander, ashen-faced
along the concrete void....

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Here I stare in despair.
  Searching for lid for my Tupperware.

  Containers of all shapes and sizes.
  But not one lid arises.

  OH! You might discover a hidden lid or two.
  But cannot find one that will fit for you.

  Someone help me! I beg to know!
  So please tell me, Just where did they go?

  If you believe life just isn't fair.
  Remember we all must share the same despair.


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Salesman on the phone
A game I play well.
Love it too

When my children were toddlers
I merely 
handed them the phone

When they got older 
I started trying to sell the salesman
aluminum siding, Tupperware, Avon, 

I called this new game
Beat the clock
The win was easy….did I beat my last time?

How long would it take
for the salesman to get irritated
and hang up.

My best time
Three minutes 
I am proud of that....

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Oh, you are new in the neighborhood!
I will have a party for you! Sheila said.
A Tupperware party. She was the dealer.
Okay, um…..I guess I would have to buy something.
There were only two of us.
Her and me. 

We were next invited to their home for a barbeque.
A great way to meet the neighbors! She told me.
There were no more neighbors.
When she and her husband began strong-arming us to buy a time share
I think we guessed why....

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Orange paisley in the seventies prancing in my mind
Twisted up with lemons and avocados, fruit colors
Also shown in mushroom canister sets and Tupperware

On equal footing stark straight black and white stripes
Proving we are in a new age with additional freedom
I thought it was the most modern we would ever be

Not realizing we would eventually have the internet 
Home computers? Phones without cords? No idea.
I thought the seventies were the modern we would ever be....

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I am a frozen bowl lady! A frozen bowl lady!
I will come at your call, to fritz your icies, Said Sadie.
We did not understand at all, not living in mom-at-home-times.
It’s like the Tupperware lady, said someone else, My Auntie Frimes.

You would have to live back then and see their rallies, she said.
We chanted our song up and down, at the back of each other’s head.
Went from house to house selling plastic keepers with lids.
Until women went to work and the company fell on the skids....

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