Utensil Poems | Examples

From a Feathered Friend

A bird flew up to me
And plucked a feather from her wing
She said, "Here, it is free,
"and this bottle of ink. Go write something,
"Put away your keyboard, lay aside your pencil,
"Use my feather as your writing utensil."

Hey Look At This, Said The Universe

so some wooden spoons and a potato masher
with a spaghetti spoon and some other utensils
being what they are every day, stoically on duty
crammed into the unremarkable utensil holder
but one particular day when they and the light
decided to converse secretly with the universe
over an unknown coffee among chatter and din
bereft of sticky fingers, cast a phoenix in flight
majestically across the kitchen wall, the meal
was several seconds later that magical evening

and by another incredible zing, a conspiring
of the universe and other distant table waited 
secret evening suppers, the bedroom pointed
to the lampshade upon a low lit ceiling behind
it became a robot warlord’s head ripped from
its body, circuitry dangling like vein and sinew
and then – hey look at this, said the universe
I wondered how many times the universe had
reached out but I was in too much of a hurry
and sleep was several seconds later that night

Peppers and Eggs

Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs
ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
`knock-off.'

Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.

There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.

Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded weapon.

Prologue Post Treason

      LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and a salt and pepper combo shaker,
some Country Crock (churn style),
a napkin wrapped utensil set, a kids pool plastic makeshift toilet, (which she was going to hand to Shroomer, because he was full of hot air, but remembered he was now an assailant/fugitive in their circle), instead she french kissed Rosie Odonut and said, "if you blow up this beach and get your lips warmed up I will split the last two with you", while winking. When she fashioned her table cloth bib in place (so she wouldn't stain her beautiful Sunday dress) she was rock em sock em-and ready to go.

Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams...Then, WailersWitch walked in...

Lied with Long Nose that Grows Horn Haiku

when case came to close
Trump lied with long nose that grows
guilty we suppose

my poems may be crude
rather than having been rude
you became unglued

could be contagious
always was advantageous
also courageous

perfect particle  
of arousing article
read at sabbatical

drawn with utensil
prepared a Christmas stencil
done with a pencil

on face found a mole
which became my greatest goal
take another pole

when germs are villain
need to take penicillin
when to are willing

when we were squirming
met someone with much vermin 
a gorgeous German

here is what you get
Horn haiku has been better yet
me be best should let

From Crayons To the Pen

Childhood comes to an end     when you go from crayons to the pen




*In this case, pen can mean writing utensil or penitentiary.

Comparisons

Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs
~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.

Today a jerk once again
compared her to the movie star.

Not for the first time
she considers changing her name.

A loud noise upstairs. She freezes,
she recalls the movie: Panic Room,
runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her.

Footsteps descend, she imagines
it is the real Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling.

The other Jodi
cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula,
a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded one.

Another Forking Poem

Secret Love
Another Forking Poem

Shhhhhh... my precious love,
  silver, long, hard, utensil
     provider, of food.

by, Martin Braun
July 12, 2023

Tool of Creativity

You taunt me with your golden glow
But, a leaden heart lurks below.
A wooden tomb of future lore
Heroes and dragons enslaved in your core.

You taunt me with your golden glow
But, red-tipped error is all you show.
Just scribbles and scratches between each lull
The magic locked up when you’re sharp or dull.

You taunt me with your golden glow
But, I should not blame you. I already know.
You cannot be more than a simple utensil
You’re no creative muse. You’re only a pencil.

Pan Pal

Best kitchen utensil, invented by man -
By far favourite, fantastic frying pan! 
Be it onion, French toast or eggs and bacon, 
My fancy taste buds, drooling unmistaken. 
With a light and magic touch of oil drizzle 
Lamb loin is seared to savoury sizzle. 

Veggies' blend roasted on a pan, to die for, 
Never boil them in water, plain wilted bore! 
Ah, pancakes, my goodness, grandma's homey treat, 
Made with love and care - will knock you off your feet. 
And last, not least, ultimate joy of French fries, 
With extra depth - all times blessing in disguise! 

I know with healthy eating habits I'm screwed, 
In regards to fried carcinogenic food. 
I should have dumped my pan pal long time ago, 
But in denial, I just can't let go. 
Way too late to contemplate of what I should, 
It’s panned into my identity for good! 

February 22, 2023

Explaining Cha Mate

Drinking tea (cha)mate (herb mate) in the bombilla, is a tradition in the south of America, mainly among the gauchos (Argentine, Brazilians, etc)
The bombilla is filled with the herb mate heated in  temperature palatable and each person sucks the infusion little by little and passes it on to someone else... In this case, my girlfriend took her mate and 
passed me first the bombilla, (so called utensil )
then I sucked
tea mate with some of the taste
from her mouth... That's how I created
my little poem...

PS Each bombilla contains an infusion for 10 sips, so it passes to 10 people at a time, then it is filled again and the passage from mouth to mouth repeating again...

Weight Loss Miracle

Best way to stop being a large dork
       Put that utensil down, named your fork!

                   
                    5/16/2021

Constipation - a Really Crap Poem

A professor has published his thesis
On removal of impacted faeces
Use the end of a pencil
Or a kitchen utensil
to dislodge clumps of faeces in pieces!

Told you it was a crap poem!

05/14/20

A Recipe of Love - Revised

Woven into the fibers of every rug
  Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sun-lit windows
  Carved in stately oaken doors

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
  A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
The sparkle of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
  Baked into her every dinner's dish




  Originally posted December 11, 2019
    CV-19 environs seem to make this
         poem even more relevant.

A Recipe of Love

Woven into the fibers of every rug
   Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sunlit windows
   Carved into great oaken doors   

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
   A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
In the pride of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
   Baked into her every dinner's dish

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