Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
A crotch hoarder with a smart mouth
who flashed his pinky finger at you?
Bollywonkers are so bitingly rude.
Locked in with that rhetoric squeezer.
Sew up your lip, sort out your tirade.
Waste of energy you don’t make sense.
Sports car driving by splashes water
making a mess of your brand new clothes;
Tippiefleas see nothing but themselves.
Some days you need to play with color,
dig out a dynamic metaphor;
That’s when you toss out a high end swear.
But if you want to go back to basics?
Just give them a good ‘F**k off’.
Categories:
squeezer, anger, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
CITRUS GROVES
In citrus groves of sunlit hue,
Fictitious fact farce sounds so true,
Where oranges, plump and captured by zest,
In love affection with the farmer, feeling its best,
But witnessed a twist beyond the rolling crest.
With its vibrant peel and a radiant hue,
Held the essence of the one it grew.
From gentle curve, clean looks to robust chin,
An orange's visage, looking fresh and clean.
Its eyes, twin orbs of sunlight's rays,
Gleaming and bright like summer's blaze,
In vibrant array, encompassed in its gaze,
Squeezed with each squeeze by the squeezer,
Ready to be delivered in the captivity of freezer.
Compromised trust alternate its burst of zest,
Liquidization is the transformation it witness at best.
As the squeezer unleashed the scent tang.
Oranje enjoyed its last caress before hitting a snag
It wasn't a sweet symphony but a fragrant delight,
Juicing out the juice into this citrus sprite.
From that moment on, the farmer knew,
This orange, immense, had a purpose true,
To bring a smile and refreshing to every face,
A reminder of nature's infinite grace.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 9th, 2023.
Categories:
squeezer, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
I have to let it go.
It's not a workingman's truck, too pretty
but it is still a sweet ride.
Pain at the pump,
not getting any richer just older.
I got to bite the bullet,
squeeze into a squeezer.
I see a small hatchback in my future.
My wife puts on that face,
you know the one
"gloom and doom." She mouths silently,
and of course, I can see
she don't mean it.
Categories:
squeezer, poetry,
Form: Free verse
As we sat around the table drinking our glasses of tea
My father wanted his bottle squeezer, so he asked for it, from me
As I searched through all the drawers and looked through every door
I couldn't find that bottle squeezer, nor have I ever did before
As we sat around the table, dessert time now was due
My mother asked me- son...would you like to try some "Snu"
Not knowing what the stuff was, I asked my mom "What's snu"
She said to me- "Nothing much- what is new, with you"
I asked her where the bottle squeezer was, so I could give it to my dad
She said- "Sorry son, but ya know, I think you've just been had
There's no such thing you're looking for dad called a "Bottle Squeezer"
He's pulled that joke on me before, your dad is such a teaser
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Categories:
squeezer, humor,
Form: Ode
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, fun,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, motivation,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, emotions,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, beautiful,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes wonder if it's all worthwhile
Then your encouraging words cause me to smile
Like a goofy old geezer
An old geezer squeezer
Grinning like an oversexed eighty-toothed crocodile
Categories:
squeezer, happiness,
Form: Limerick
When I did the
hug-a-tree today,
I could feel my
breathing in my fingers
as the air
in my body moved my blood.
That Norwegian professor,
when I was 25,
told me that would happen.
One body, he told me,
like a fluid-filled bag,
like a decorative icing
squeezer.
Several times today
I could feel time stop
and I could feel the
gap between my fingers
tremble.
Categories:
squeezer, body, earth, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Under the gaze of bald beliefs
a warped dialect
becomes a squeezer.
Helplessly I watch
the slashing of my wrists.
Darkness burns, without light
only intense heat.
The expected miracle digs in
around, in trenches of my knees.
I become a walking ghost.
An immaculate landscape
with not a single blade of grass.
Only a blazing sun, threatening
to make you thingless and godless,
a proximity to aloneness.
Satish Verma
Categories:
squeezer, art
Form: I do not know?
Why the gap so widen?
why as the pole fallen in between us
in the same world
Greens shoo the greens
you! oil that debase the Sunday clothes
hand in hand makes us clean
not to the hard-hearted of the jungle
our strait lost it's bolt
lemon squeezer bestow on me
on their lips I have no bond
on their horse I couldn't ride
on my toes my thought went ride
in my mind my guess came right
if dogs could grease their palm
if,
Mr. couldn't be far
if cats could play the tune
if ,
mew, mew wouldn’t be heard
soft hearted on line
is it a cough to be poor
is it a sin to be moored
Tell me is it.
Categories:
squeezer, places, sad, sympathy, me,
Form: I do not know?