Three Fun Poems to Cheer You Up
A poetry collection for smiles and laughs
To be frank,
it must be so confusing
to be Frank.
To Frank
what it means to be Frank
might be different from
what it means to be frank
but if I am to be frank
(not Frank, for I am Lucy)
perhaps the most meaningful way
for Frank… to be
might be to be as frank
as Frank can be —
authentic and unafraid
to be Frank (and/or frank).
***
Ode to My Dishwasher
To my dearest dishwasher,
I am grateful, so grateful
for your nightly dedication
to presenting me
with glistening dishes,
welcoming me into
a bright new day
each morning
with a sparkling clean
new plate.
Your rumble and grumble
keeps me writing in the flow,
the Goldilocks just right amount
of background noise
just to keep me in the writing groove.
Oh what would I do
if you did not exist?
Would I weep?
Would I cry?
Would I mourn your parting?
For you, I write these words
as you have my true faithful
love and appreciation
as one of the most important
kitchen appliances
in my life,
in my heart.
***
Ode to My Microwave
To my Sharp Carousel,
probably the cutting edge
of technology back in —
what, the 50s?
(time isn’t real),
yellowed from age,
I appreciate you.
You might have been
a $10 thrift,
picked up
by the waterfront,
but you represent the era
of products made to last
rather than ones made to break.
It’s astonishing
how microwave oven technology
was the forefront of cooking;
it’s clear from your buttons.
Popcorn, reheat, frozen dinner…
(the usual), but —
baked potato, rice, and soup?
we’re getting creative, and then
fresh veg HARD
fresh veg SOFT
frozen veg…
what constitutes the difference
between hard and soft vegetables?
One button dedicated to fish?
Another just for ground meat?
Yet another for hot dogs?
An era bygone,
these vestigial buttons remain,
as I only ever use the buttons
2, 0 and “start”
to microwave my leftovers.
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This collection was first published separately here, here and here.
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