Behind the kitchen door

Either like what I like or like nothing at all...

 

 

The cook kills the light

to the outside world

where eyes are peering

and blinking with powdered sugar particles

scattered about on half baked threats

trashed and deleted just in case

someone moves the curtain,

opens the window to have a smoke,

flicking ashes on those cast aside

in the decaying flower bed

below wishing they hadn’t

praised those deemed unworthy

by one who shouts,

 

“How dare you bake those cookies? I do not like those cookies!”

 

“I’m sorry sir, which cookies do you like?”

 

“Whichever I decide you idiot!”

 

Author's Note

Hmmmmm

Reviews

[BlackRose]

It always around no matter how one tries to avoid it, the peer pressure, whether fall into it or go doing our own. It's ok to be ourselves as long as we depending don't hurt others in the process. Wonderful take to this piece.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. I sure am happy you stopped by and I am thrilled you liked this one.

[BlackRose]

Glad I did too. Your very welcome my friend.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

We do the things for different reasons, sometimes it's to please someone, but first of all it's our opinion that counts, we do have to love the cookies ourselves. There always be some people who love something different, but as they say in Latin: 'De gustibus (et coloribus) non disputandum est '. You can't argue about tastes and colours. :) Rudi

[willweb]

Nope, you sure can't. To each his own I suppose as long as it doesn't hurt another.

[ANTO]

Peer pressure is with us throughout our lives Will but at the end of the day when we look in the mirror - its US (no, not the USofA - the 'we/us' version) - its US who we have to look in the eyes.
Unless of course my boss is reading this - then thats a whole different kettle of fish (uh-oh - fish again Will - well at least this isnt a love poem).

I love the idea of this chef because its just like a dude I know
great stuff mate !

[willweb]

Thanks so much Anto. Not sure where this one came from...most of my poetry comes from my heart, I'm thinking this one must have come from my as.........never mind. :) Thanks again my friend. I'm always happy when you stop by.

[ANTO]

from your what ?? lol
Cleopatras as-p maybe - Ana ?? anyone ...??

[willweb]

Ye - yeah, that's what I meant...asp...yes. :) Must've hit post to quick.

Was that a plug for Queen and the Curator? ;)

[ANTO]

It was - but not that type of plug - damn - Im gonna do that to my cause one of these days :)

[Tate Morgan]

Do what makes you happy not them

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Tate. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving a nice comment for me

[imagwriteine]

Well....... sometimes employers are indeed quite troublesome, you never know what they want and they can scold you if they want to. Such a raw conveyance of this situation. Well done.

[willweb]

Thanks so much for your kind words. This was kind of an abstract thought I attempted to put into words.

[Baby Ricochet]

Working in a kitchen is hard bloody work

[willweb]

Especially this one! Thanks so much my friend.

[Lyn Anderson]

Often times, we have disagreements with someone only to discover the only right answer is to shut the f*ck up and accept whatever we are being fed. (kind of like politics)

[willweb]

That is pretty much it KL. Thanks for stopping by.

[Cool Girl]

LOVE the end!!! XD
A wonderful read! Thanks for sharing:)

[willweb]

Thanks so much Cool Girl.

[Cool Girl]

You're welcome!!

[BAlanMorgan]

I loved this--you could theme this under classism or race, or even a dis-utopia. I enjoyed this read quite a bit. The cookies line was amazing. "How dare you bake those cookies?" was the perfect way to introduce a mad ruler, that is oppressing people. (at least that's what I saw-- a ruler, forcing subjects to squat outside, in much of the Dickensian style of beggars becoming outcasts by a larger or higher authority, now scrounging outside the kitchen window for food). It humiliates the "one who shouts," while drastically enhancing his or her evil--so well done. I don't have anything to say to work on, except for maybe the word deleted, since this feels like a poem set in a certain facet of time, or perhaps nowadays but in a very unorganized place in the world, the word deleted wasn't exactly the best one for it. This word has a definite connotative technological meaning, whilst the rest of the poem drives at nothing of the sort. That truly is the only thing. Upsides would be the "how dare you bake those cookies?" if more characters say absurd things like that, then more people would read great works. the eyes peering could be slightly strengthened, since most eyes peer, you could go into depth and describe the eyes. swollen eyes, battered eyes, idk etc. you get that point though. Overall, you have done another good work, and each poem you have has elements that could be combined for a masterpiece--find what you naturally do best, not necessarily what you think you do best, and keep doing that. The line the oppressor says is phenomenal and so is the imagery you use. So keep up the good work. Can't wait to read a few more by you and i'll always leave a review if you ask.

[willweb]

Thanks so much. I know this bounces around and contradicts itself as far as wording, but it is written based on a specific event on this website. It is of course sugar coated and frosted a bit, but those who are aware will get it from top to bottom. Deleted is needed in this context. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and offer suggestions on my poetry.

[BAlanMorgan]

oh--okay--well it works as a double, double meaning then. That of the time piece, that about a person baking cookies, that about whatever you intended it for (the event on the site) and that which is useful by others to see that would be unaware of such things. In conclusion, it does completely work then

[Lydia Shutter]

Splendid metaphor here....which cookies? I think some people will not like any cookies you decide to bake....just sayin'! Lydi**

[willweb]

Cupcakes? Thanks so much Lydi. I am thrilled you stopped by and found this bit of crumbs I accidently dropped on the page. I better clean them up before the rats come out. :)