Strainer Poems

A strange sorrow once married me

Life, come thou unhurried to me,
Said she, it’s long buried, to me. 

A strange sorrow once married me,
Wonder who’d it carried to me.

Once a bubble dared laugh at me,
Blown soon, it looked harried to me.
	
Where’s the strainer that filters sins?
The query stands parried to me.

What all my joys can sweep aside,
Such brooms have never worried me.
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Ghazal |05.09.2025| sorrow, sin, joy, life

Love is like a Bounced Check

Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk

What occurred is reality set in 
I’m no longer your prisoner 
No longer your passionate sin
No longer your world to live in

I see your smile and see denial
You only loved the idea of me
But not enough to make me queen
Not enough to share my dream

I wanted simple things a true embrace 
Remembrance of special occasions 
To be loved in a safe place
But you could never be so clever

I’d never ask you to cherry change
You are who you are even if pains 
Not your fault I was so in love with love
That lightening struck out of luck
And love wasn’t enough

It’s not enough when it’s just a cliché
You cut me out like cardboard heart
For a public masquerade 
You only see my figure and my face
You misread my spirit my soul my faith

You don’t see me you don’t read me
You don’t breathe me you don’t feed me
You don’t need me the same way I need you

Crabeater Seal

Crabeater seal has special teeth
Straining krill from down beneath
Water drains but tiny fishes stay in
Magic teeth strainer is a huge win

I’M TIRED TOO

Every time you slammed the door 
Every time you dropped the call 
Every time you yell at me through and through 
I get tired too. 

Every time you passed before me 
Every time complaints ring upon me 
Every time murmurs being me 
I get tired too. 

Am I your emotions punching bag? 
Am I your stress reliever? 
Am I your eyes strainer? 
Can’t take it anymore 

I wanna flee faraway 
Hiding in mountains, caves and valleys 
Where shadows are no more 
Pissing me off I can’t control 

Every time I was criticized
Every time I was embarrassed 
Every time I’m manipulated 
Underrated, I get tired too. 

Most of the time you frown 
Tantrums hit the ground 
The reasons are unknown I got mixed emotions 

I wanna stay away 
For toxics just have pure fun with me 
Seizing my right to be me 
Seeing me as a piece of prey 

I get tired, I am tired I am exhausted 
I am frustrated 
Getting messed with you 
I wanna fight back with you 
But it’s not necessary for I love you so 

Strangled by the bond that cannot be taken 
It’s not mistaken, it’s purely original 
Don’t know how can this be shaken 
My life is not optimal

The Muse of a Word Economist

My muse is a sieve
it pans for gold
it’s a strainer 
a skimmer
a fat separator 
it tumbles boulders 
until pebbles are formed 
it can chew on a feeling 
for days weeks or years
til it spits out a poem
my polished 
my crystallized 
bits of awe and woe

Fifty Miles

It's fifty miles to the city
And fifty home again,
Around that pothole on Depot Road
Into the arms of the lane.

Old George has left his hay down.
A day or two since mowing.
Pink shadow of the Grange Hall,
Blind in sun's last glowing.

The cows are gathered to the barn,
Tail switching at the gate, 
Udders glossy ripe with milk.
Supper'll have to wait.

Take down the bucket and strainer, 
Rite of the ending day.
Bury the sound of city streets,
In the sweet whisper of hay.

Bow your head to the great brown side, 
A choir in the gentle refrain:
Fifty...miles... to the...city,
Fifty miles to the lane.

Lord Rupert Davy

Lord Rupert Davy
despised lumpy gravy
His cook used a strainer
it was a no brainer!

02/19/21

Undoubtedly the Influence of Everyday Events

Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be it humiliated failure
or success beyond your sense
will add or chip at layers
become what one expects
but you can change the flavour
the same way light deflects
make yourself the stranger
rid of your defects
the change is but a drainer
but not of intellect
on spirit put this strainer
don't give in to stress
the scope stays as your aimer
walk on nonetheless
and you will be the victor
who made yourself your best

The Coffee Maker 3500

The Coffee Maker 3500

             In this order:

a little cup               (measures rice)
wet washrag           (used at bathtime)
a little strainer         (drains water from tuna)
measuring cup        (one cup size)

    all of this serves up coffee
        in a boy’s imagination

             draining the tub

                  7/25/2020

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Answer In the Sand

I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
          Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
               Tied to a strainer that she'd used to sift
     The sand, for treasures left by tidal shed ...

The streamer I had given her that morn,
          Around a bunch of flowers and the ring
               Upon which all our promises were borne -
     Our romance and our future, taken wing ...

Her note had led me here so I could find
          Her single set of footprints on the shore,
               That to our special spot, did slowly wind,
     Then disappeared into the tidal bore ...

That answer, I can now ne'er understand -
          The words 'I'm sorry' ... written in the sand.






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Footprints Old Or New For A Prize" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "English Sonnets" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.

( Syllables = ten per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )

Love Is Like a Dirty Dish Cloth

Love is like a dirty Dish Cloth
Rubbing on cups, plates
washing them making them clean
Rinse off the dirt grime
placing them in the strainer
clean unsoiled stands tall and dry


I'm like the dishes
dirty soiled God the dish cloth
washes me over
embraces me in hand washed
my sins has been rubbed out now 






 

10/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019

Come Find Me

I walk in the forest
Beneath tall, powerful pines
I think, come find me!
In the quiet trees
Filled with solace
Where the sun filters through
Like a strainer
Onto the soft ground
With pine's scent in the air
I walk with silent footsteps
How will you find me?
I am not sure you will
But, after my peaceful walk,
I will have surely found myself!

Heidi Sands

3/17/19

Once Mac and Cheese

A pan of boiling water, 
On a flame about medium high, 
Waiting for water to boil, 
Before you add the noodles and stir,
Steam lifting up, 
Putting moisture in the air,
This is how you cook mac and cheese, 
So just focus and prepare, 
Once its done boiling, 
And noodles are tender, 
Not chewy, 
Grab your strainer, 
And begin to drain her, 
Once drained and clear, 
Put back into pan, 
Add cheese milk and butter too, 
Mix it well, 
Mix it good, 
Now you can serve me up a plate, 
Just as everyone should.....

Second Drawer Down

I’m the unopened container, pliers and blades,
I’m the beaters, light globe and egg ring.
I’m a can opener, small strainer, straw and a hammer,
I’m all that you need, everything.

If you ever need pens that don’t work,
Broken pencils, used candles, cotton thread.
Then come and see me any time of the day,
I’ll give you those pills for your head.

But be careful don’t annoy me or treat me too bad,
I’ll be everything that you never need.
I’m the second drawer down in your own little kitchen,
The storage space for your small bag of weed.

Adam and Eve and a Strainer

Adam and Eve, the parents of you, me and Steiner
                     Defy God’s wish, go to market, and buy a strainer
                         They strain the streaming sin from the fruit
                            the fibres remain, the seeds to uproot 
               They yell Ha the sin’s out seeds out we’re free,no-brainer

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