Poetry competition CLOSED 13th September 2022 00:21am
WINNER
Wafflenose (Ellie)
Wafflenose (Ellie)
RUNNER-UP:
Jordan
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Now, Now, Napoleon…
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write an animal analogy poem
…Think Animal Farm but to the scale of events in your personal life. Who would you turn into pigs? Who would become cows? What about the chickens? Maybe an ostrich or two?
Animal analogies can be great for poem content, as well as for brainstorming events of your personal life. Think about an impactful event and turn it on its head. This process can also lead to thinking about personal life events in a way you hadn’t before.
Rules (or “helpful reminders” if you don’t like the ‘R’ word)
• New writes only
• You can use any animals you like in your poem
• Up to 3 entries per poet
• Spoken word / visual / video entries allowed
• Poetry please, not prose / short stories
• Minimum of four stanzas
• No erotica
Best of luck!
Animal analogies can be great for poem content, as well as for brainstorming events of your personal life. Think about an impactful event and turn it on its head. This process can also lead to thinking about personal life events in a way you hadn’t before.
Rules (or “helpful reminders” if you don’t like the ‘R’ word)
• New writes only
• You can use any animals you like in your poem
• Up to 3 entries per poet
• Spoken word / visual / video entries allowed
• Poetry please, not prose / short stories
• Minimum of four stanzas
• No erotica
Best of luck!
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entry and for kicking things off, Jordan.
a gerbil neural pathway
some gerbils are just one color
some are spotted with others
Mongolian gerbils were a gift
from my nurturing Irish nurse mother
Siamese gerbils have dark tails and ears
although few gerbils ever inspire fear
furry family members proved too much
for my father, the angular German engineer
a cold look on that face of stone
we could never have predicted finding him alone
with gerbils running to and fro on his arms
watching us play had set a new tone
dad had become the gerbils’ best runway
he had formed a gerbil neural pathway
two tiny critters had changed him
they opened in dad the pet lovers’ gateway
some are spotted with others
Mongolian gerbils were a gift
from my nurturing Irish nurse mother
Siamese gerbils have dark tails and ears
although few gerbils ever inspire fear
furry family members proved too much
for my father, the angular German engineer
a cold look on that face of stone
we could never have predicted finding him alone
with gerbils running to and fro on his arms
watching us play had set a new tone
dad had become the gerbils’ best runway
he had formed a gerbil neural pathway
two tiny critters had changed him
they opened in dad the pet lovers’ gateway
Written by nealmorell
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Cat utopia lol
( Actually posted here today 5th September 2022)
https://youtu.be/5DOFvge9U_g
Heya, meows,
lets have our kitty get together. " mewed small kitty.
Yeah, let's! Any mews, or how the humans say it, ' any news'? asked Kitty II
"Not much," miaowed Boss Catty with a frustrated meow.
' okey, I recall your laments from last time.
And I agreed with you. Continue the catharsis pal..." chimed in Kitty II sympathetically.
"Ok, don't mock me,... I know George Orwell's novel 'Animal farm's just fantasy and fiction...but..."
"Go on boss kitty. I hear you," mewed Kitty II earnestly.
"Fantasy can be turned into reality as every reality mostly starts with fantasy'', uttered Boss Catty.
" Meaning we can overpower the humans, overthrow their rule?" mewed small kitty in excited wonderment.
" For starters, for an uprising, we must first rise on two legs.
There's strength in being bipedal ", reflected Boss Catty.
"Ahan, rising for an uprising, sounds great but... ooo..."
"Ah, dont flinch so, small kitty, I didn't touch on any tabby taboos yet."
" Nah, uncle Catty, you must be developing cataracts if you didn't see human shadows approaching under the doorway
...let me check..."
" I've actually heard it said as 'rise and shine, so we better shine our claws too then", hissed Kitty II.
" They'll call me Catnapolion Boncatte soon!
No more collar yokes on our necks!.
They will treat us better than how Garfield's treated on telly...We have a mewsion vision, a mission".
"I hope it's not 'Mission impossible' in reality" piped up small kitty as the key turned in the lock.
" Nah, we're better than those slavish 'aristocats'.
We can't cater to human wishes forever. "
" We have to be the catalysts indeed.
This planet needs to be a cat's theatre and not 'all the world's a stage for...for humans only", meowed KittyII fervently.
Sabrina the pet owner pushes the door open and pipes up in a catty voice,
"Ok show's over felines, I'd rather you got catheters than cat theatres huh. I was eavesdropping, sorry.
Even the big cats haven't overpowered us.
So disperse and follow our 'divide and rule' protocol .
Shoo! shoo! scoot or there will be catastrophe...."
"I hope she doesn't mean catatonic euthanasia or something, so let's just disperse" whispered whiskered kittyII.
As the snubbed felines scatter and flee, KittyII consoles Boss kitty.
" Jungle book and Tarzan too haven't yet become a reality for humans so I guess it's ok if they run the urban jungle for now...."😾😸
Written by Zaynab_kamoonpury
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Pigs-in-Banquets
Fat Pigs-in-Banquets
behind gilded doors
decided my fate
and probably yours.
They sent us all out
to deal with lambs bleating
and fight a new virus,
while they kept on eating.
Among us were wise owls
with helpful suggestions,
and loyal dogs and horses
who served without question.
The worker bees buzzed around
making our honey
while fat Pigs-in-Banquets
collected the money.
If one asked for help
entertaining the mobs,
the pigs told us firmly,
"we're busy with JOBS!"
Slowly but surely,
the herd was persuaded
to find pastures new—
we'd begun feeling jaded.
The fat Pigs-in-Banquets
did what was most sensible;
recruited more staff
"for you're not indispensible!"
In spite of their wealth,
those fat pigs were mistaken;
they lost many pearls
while just saving their bacon.
behind gilded doors
decided my fate
and probably yours.
They sent us all out
to deal with lambs bleating
and fight a new virus,
while they kept on eating.
Among us were wise owls
with helpful suggestions,
and loyal dogs and horses
who served without question.
The worker bees buzzed around
making our honey
while fat Pigs-in-Banquets
collected the money.
If one asked for help
entertaining the mobs,
the pigs told us firmly,
"we're busy with JOBS!"
Slowly but surely,
the herd was persuaded
to find pastures new—
we'd begun feeling jaded.
The fat Pigs-in-Banquets
did what was most sensible;
recruited more staff
"for you're not indispensible!"
In spite of their wealth,
those fat pigs were mistaken;
they lost many pearls
while just saving their bacon.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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