Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd July 2022 8:18am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
AspergerPoet56
and Razzerleaf
EGGS
Poetry Contest Description
WRITE ABOUT WHY YOU LOVE EGGS OR NOT.... WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING FUNNY, SAD, MAD, SCARY OR A NIGHTMARE YOU HAD ABOUT EGGS. PLEASE BE CREATIVE. NO LESS THEN 50 WORDS. POETRY PLEASE.
I Eat[unborn chicks]
i am
complicit
in murder
but i
don't
care
i love eggs
poached
hard boiled
scrambled
omelette
soft boiled
(with soldiers)
it don't
matter how
they are done
tasty bites
mixed with onion
and ham
a cannibel
in my
hunger
so many
unborn
chicks
i confess
my crime
judge me not
for i am
compelled
to eat eggs
i am
complicit
in murder
but i
don't
care
i love eggs
poached
hard boiled
scrambled
omelette
soft boiled
(with soldiers)
it don't
matter how
they are done
tasty bites
mixed with onion
and ham
a cannibel
in my
hunger
so many
unborn
chicks
i confess
my crime
judge me not
for i am
compelled
to eat eggs
Why did the chicken cross the road ?
Colin is an egg turner,
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut their throats.
he turns eggs
until they crack,
then he hands
the chicks to Jack.
Jack is a chick feeder
he feeds up broilers.
Broilers get fat fast
so fat, they cant reach water
and their legs snap
under their own weight.
Meet the transport fleet
crammed into cases
at just seven weeks
broken legs, wings and beaks
Colin's daughter manages
the slaughter.
She puts them into shackles
cuts their throats
and boils off their feathers.
She sometimes forgets
to cut their throats.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Eggs tossed.
Eggs are a weapon of choice
So are tomatoes (or tom-hey-toes, depending)
But eggs I find slimier
When thrown at the ugly face
Of that despised politician,
Love to watch the yellowish goo
Drip down the collar of his navy-blue five-thousand dollars suit,
A dash of rather orange ending on his silk red tie
Love to see the stunned reaction on the idiot's face
A guy with that greasy hair look
And indeed a guy who just walked out of that
Greasy Spoon joint across the street
Where he had the decency to have an order
Of Grits and Scrambled eggs
(After which sumptuous repast
He always leaves a generous twenty-five cents tip
For the ever-so-patient and tolerant Lucy)
And maybe not such an idiot after all
Considering he gets re-elected time and again
If we are what we eat as the saying goes
Maybe we are also like those we select for office.
A sad thought.
So are tomatoes (or tom-hey-toes, depending)
But eggs I find slimier
When thrown at the ugly face
Of that despised politician,
Love to watch the yellowish goo
Drip down the collar of his navy-blue five-thousand dollars suit,
A dash of rather orange ending on his silk red tie
Love to see the stunned reaction on the idiot's face
A guy with that greasy hair look
And indeed a guy who just walked out of that
Greasy Spoon joint across the street
Where he had the decency to have an order
Of Grits and Scrambled eggs
(After which sumptuous repast
He always leaves a generous twenty-five cents tip
For the ever-so-patient and tolerant Lucy)
And maybe not such an idiot after all
Considering he gets re-elected time and again
If we are what we eat as the saying goes
Maybe we are also like those we select for office.
A sad thought.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Pulsate in Space
A perilous ascent,
Bare feet
Touching the dirt -
Leaving
Divots
And dust, sent to
Air, there – in
A beam
Of
Sunlight,
Such a sight, such
A height,
Going viral
In
The mind
In a spiral
Ever upward – ever onward
To the place
Where
Eggs of eagles
Pulsate
In
Space.
Written by Cipher_O
(WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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Oda a Mis Huevos...Rancheros
This poem is dedicated to my huevos
Rancheros
Like the kind mom and dad used to make
The way they cut up onions and tomatoes
And how they seemed to decorate the plate
But as I got older I went a little further
And started adding some bell peppers
Cilantro and different kinds of cheeses
Sometimes cotija, sometimes cheddar
Once the onions and tomatoes are cooking
I start prepping those bad boys on the skillet
While on another pan I fry up a tortilla
I’m going to be diving in it in a minute
I’ve prepped the plate
With some refried black beans
A slice of avocado (even though I’m allergic)
And if I die, I’ll with a smile by all means
I love me some eggs
I make ‘em over easy
Cheesy
But not too greasy
And I love when the yolk explodes in my mouth
(Ooh)
I stack up all the little things I’ve added
Just the way mom and dad did
As the smell of breakfast fills up the house
Written by wallyroo92
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THANK YOU ALL FOR PARTICIPATING, IT WAS SO HARD TO DECIDE TO WHO PICK AS WINNER BUT DECIDED ON 3 AND CONGRATS TO WALLYROO GREAT and POEM, I CHOSE YOURS CAUSE I LOVE EGGS POPPIJG IN MY MOUTH TOO LOL. I ALSO LOVED AspergerPoet56 cause it was very creepy scary and creative as far as being a cannibals for eggs lol. So AspergerPoet56, is it cause you're a chicken cannibal? I loved it and Razzerleaf I now know why the chicken crossed the road after many years lol Good deep write. Congrats and loved the rest too but only 3 I could pick. Thank you all again for joining.....
