#NPM2012: Prompt 11

photo: xJason.Rogersx
Dude. What IS that? #

15 thoughts on “#NPM2012: Prompt 11

  1. (So, this is complete nonsense today. Don’t even ask me what the “it” is. I don’t know. — Kevin)

    It was shrewd of you, dude,
    to hide it behind the brew
    ’cause our crew would never come through
    the kitchen but I knew what you’d do –
    you’re so predictable, if not crude,
    so I’ll just stand back here with you
    and watch them stew and brood
    and plot and plan, certainly no longer subdued,
    and then I’ll bid you all adieu amidst
    the rumbling ballyhoo.

    The podcast (fun to read!): http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/421889
    Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..The ‘Draw a Stickman’ Interactive Activities

  2. In the middle of the night,
    I woke up and went downstairs.
    I opened the refrigerator door,
    And peeked inside.
    There is no more of my favorite,
    Delicious, the most delightful brownies
    In there.
    How they make my mouth watery.
    How delicious they taste.
    I went upstairs,
    Back to my bedroom,
    Dreaming about brownies.

  3. Many years later…

    A simple day –
    An ordinary moment

    Peering into the fridge I
    mentally rehearse the
    grocery list.

    Softly sighing,
    I barely remember the magic
    that once filled me.

    From the edges of my mind
    comes the faint whisper of
    a roar.

    Surely that isn’t a
    peeking out from
    behind the wilting lettuce?

    Scratching a note on the
    back of a Chinese menu, I
    dart inside and
    slam the door behind me.

    “Don’t expect my return,
    I’ve rediscovered

    Love to all,

  4. Here’s my poem to go with the pic…

    Young Mr. Hubbard
    Did pass the cupboard
    To get his poor tummy some chow
    When he opened the fridge door
    The stench knocked him to the floor,
    And he yelled out, “Dude what IS that?”
    Amy Rudd´s last blog post ..Napkin Notes

  5. That night,
    While all the house a slept,
    Mine feet into the kitchen

    The icebox door
    (was not a jar),
    Entice-ed me
    yet from afar.

    As close-ed, as it was,
    It beckoned.
    Hence, (I reasoned)
    ((And I reckoned))

    Open it, I must,
    It seemed,
    And doing so,
    Perceived a
    SCREAM !!!

    “Oh, CLOSE IT!
    Close the door,” (A lesson!)
    “Can’t you see,
    The Salad Dressin’ ???”
    Andrew Forgrave´s last blog post ..#NPM2012 Day11: Midnight Lesson

  6. these hunger games are feeling real
    I’m utterly starving for my next meal
    the fridge seems empty, no dice, no deal
    all I see is mayo, but not how I feel
    not even a morsel for me to steal
    nothing to peal, nothing to congeal
    I may need to invent the wheel…of cheese

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