LPiA-26 Nov. 12

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 12

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by a Household Appliance. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[CRNDLSM]

Someone's getting caught, there's no where to run
From the other room, a shattering sound,
a scream, the door flies open, they sit stunned
by Sue, pulling out clumps of hair, 'I'm drown-

ing in here! I know you think I did it!
Thats just how the world is, a man can be
a horrible monster, corner and hit
a woman, get himself killed, somehow she

will take the blame for it!' She bursts in tears,
collapsing, Mark rushes to help her. 'I'm 
sorry,' knowing his words won't coax her fears.
'He just keeps on hurting me!' One more prim-

al scream and Captain Martin says 'Goodbye.'
Innocent 'til proven guilty, so lie...

[Bunx]

Coffee and Weed

Never buy glass unless
you know it'll crack.
Despite the triple blown sales pitch
and the promise of forever.
Most glass turns back into sand.

"Its better than a peculator,
smoother than electric equivalents."
She explained with certainty.
"Watching the blooming bubbles
is truly a joy. The taste, unrivaled".

"Don't get me started on accessories,
filters, and adding some ice".
"I can even sell you scale to weigh it in grams?"

Miss are you trying to sell me a bong,
or a Chemex?

I must admit I do take
my coffee with weed.

[Naish]

Vitamix

I caught you in a poem
.
Made you a Morpho didius.
Your leaving was the soup

pouring from our Vitamix.



I pretended it had been your chrysalis

which meant you'd be fine.

Then I remembered how I knew

the name of that butterfly:
Grandpa Warner brought it home

from a business trip to Brazil.


It's still hanging
in their living room,

wings fastened and framed.

[dukealien]

Hot Air


Funny thing. 
Each few years
(maybe ten)
some new way
comes along
which appears
set to make food magic on your counter-top.

First there was
air-popped corn-
fun to watch
even though
what blew out
from its horn
of plenty was an awful lot like Styrofoam™.

Then it was
Foreman™ grills:
burgers fast,
brown and flat,
grease traps full,
scrubbing thrills.
Mine’s my third, they burn out, never use it.

Microwave. 
Is that one?
It hangs on;
hard to hurt
self or food. 
When it’s done
food’s hot sometimes, but not cooked, exactly.

This week’s buzz
works with hot
air and just
drops of oil;
if you like
fries a lot
this might work for you if you’ve got a spot left.

[RiverNotch]

This little egg or bean
you only need turn on
and press against whichever
points of your body ache

et voila! all of your pain
will melt away, your brain
will reach a higher state:
you'll forget your lack of a mate.

[wasellajam]

A fun collection to read, thanks all.