Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2013 5:34pm
WINNER
jakehammer
jakehammer
RUNNERS-UP:
deadwolf
and MadameLavender
BLOOD AND GUTS: THANKSGIVING FEAST
Poetry Contest Description
write me a poem about Thanksgiving dinner. But not in everyday tradition. I'm talking blood and guts, cannibalism, weird food fetishes etc.
Halloween is over and the holidays are among us. See the Description above. Make it gory, bring a new light to Thanksgiving.
ONE MONTH
ANY LENGTH
ANY STYLE
THREE POEMS PER POET
NEW POEMS
LET'S FEAST
ONE MONTH
ANY LENGTH
ANY STYLE
THREE POEMS PER POET
NEW POEMS
LET'S FEAST
Sorry, but just COULDNT let go o Halloween, one last one, but here in Tucson, All souls day goes on through Nov. 3, hehehe...
So this is both Halloween and Thanksgivin in one :p
Hallowed Nights Giving
Sweet Child in time, come forth an wake
Wake our brothers and sisters,
For we hear an see, man is gatherin,
makin merry and singin in the new day,
A new land, and their new ways,
Dark winds, bring forth the Black Thunder and Lightning,
The Dark witch, curse and chant,
Necromancer, bring forth and raise The Dark, where mighty forces stand
See the blind men,,, tryin to rule the world
The StormBringer is Comin,
Gather the army, make ready for mans arrival into our world,
Teach and remind… Remind them why they still Fear the Dark,
The Spirit King Samhain awake, Awake, AWAKEN, and claim this time as still ours,
Warriors of the Dark Spirit World, Attack, Fight, and drag back
As was done in Roanoke, so shall be done again in Plymouth here
The Dark Witches, make ready and prepare, for we bring back fresh food for you ingredients
Wampanoag’s, Settlers, freshly crushed hope, and tears of the innocent,
To bring power to us all, Victory is here, Bring forth the Suffering, Destruction and the Pain,
*The Woods grow dark as Black lightning and thunder strike*
*The Evil Dark Witches chant and Spell cast,
As dark figures rise, movin and twistin forth from the dark winds an mist*
*Tumblin forward with moans and war cries, they grab and drag back for the Dark Hallows Day Feast*
*Standing Before the Dark Spirit King, the Beasts known as Mankind, step forth to defend themselves*
Speak son of man, Bow your head, and Defend your actions,
Thinking yourselves rulers and kings of every land, before the appointed time an need,
Look and see, Over there remains the once mighty Templar,
Over here is more fallen rulers and kings,
Time after times, the down fall is their pride, Vanity and Greed,
They,,, Now food for warriors of MY world,
This is not YOUR Time for a Thanksgivin, but OUR Hallowed days and nights Feast,
So this is both Halloween and Thanksgivin in one :p
Hallowed Nights Giving
Sweet Child in time, come forth an wake
Wake our brothers and sisters,
For we hear an see, man is gatherin,
makin merry and singin in the new day,
A new land, and their new ways,
Dark winds, bring forth the Black Thunder and Lightning,
The Dark witch, curse and chant,
Necromancer, bring forth and raise The Dark, where mighty forces stand
See the blind men,,, tryin to rule the world
The StormBringer is Comin,
Gather the army, make ready for mans arrival into our world,
Teach and remind… Remind them why they still Fear the Dark,
The Spirit King Samhain awake, Awake, AWAKEN, and claim this time as still ours,
Warriors of the Dark Spirit World, Attack, Fight, and drag back
As was done in Roanoke, so shall be done again in Plymouth here
The Dark Witches, make ready and prepare, for we bring back fresh food for you ingredients
Wampanoag’s, Settlers, freshly crushed hope, and tears of the innocent,
To bring power to us all, Victory is here, Bring forth the Suffering, Destruction and the Pain,
*The Woods grow dark as Black lightning and thunder strike*
*The Evil Dark Witches chant and Spell cast,
As dark figures rise, movin and twistin forth from the dark winds an mist*
*Tumblin forward with moans and war cries, they grab and drag back for the Dark Hallows Day Feast*
*Standing Before the Dark Spirit King, the Beasts known as Mankind, step forth to defend themselves*
Speak son of man, Bow your head, and Defend your actions,
Thinking yourselves rulers and kings of every land, before the appointed time an need,
Look and see, Over there remains the once mighty Templar,
Over here is more fallen rulers and kings,
Time after times, the down fall is their pride, Vanity and Greed,
They,,, Now food for warriors of MY world,
This is not YOUR Time for a Thanksgivin, but OUR Hallowed days and nights Feast,
A Feast of the Gods
upon the table, the buffet stand
gourmet all in a row
gormandisers standing in line
plates on hand
to dig in the delectable
hearts from virgins so pure
sliced so thinly
peppered with chili
from beyond Cathay
piled up with shredded mango
innards and gizzards
of gutted rogues
stuffed with diced lotus roots
mixed with nuts and parsley
sprinkled with sauteed shallots
soft succulent brains
of baby monkeys
fried in soy sauce
with ginger and onion
celery cuts on top
the stew is thick
bones grounded fine
filled with potatoes
it is good hot stew
the diners are licking their lips
happy thanksgiving
tuck in
The turkeys
are all six-footers
Enjoy the entree.
upon the table, the buffet stand
gourmet all in a row
gormandisers standing in line
plates on hand
to dig in the delectable
hearts from virgins so pure
sliced so thinly
peppered with chili
from beyond Cathay
piled up with shredded mango
innards and gizzards
of gutted rogues
stuffed with diced lotus roots
mixed with nuts and parsley
sprinkled with sauteed shallots
soft succulent brains
of baby monkeys
fried in soy sauce
with ginger and onion
celery cuts on top
the stew is thick
bones grounded fine
filled with potatoes
it is good hot stew
the diners are licking their lips
happy thanksgiving
tuck in
The turkeys
are all six-footers
Enjoy the entree.
http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001183455/understairs_answer_3_xlarge.jpeg
JUST a rough draft so far, but will add it for some fun, Too much Stephen King... hehehe
Flowers in the Attic / people under the stairs
Place the flowers in the attic, far from the people under the stairs,
Everyones coming for Thanksgiving, we must be prepared,
We will eat in the attic, in comfort an in peace,
Far from the smell crying and screams,
Heretics we are called, because we believe in different things,
Let THEM talk, laugh, and judge, we don’t care,
We are not the ones suffering under the stairs,
People under the stairs, you supply this years feast,
Self-righteous judges, false prophets, you will be the openin feast,
Broiled and seasoned to perfection, the look of fear left on your faces,
As we began to beat then cut you, was priceless, confessing your sins at the last moments,
An added enjoyment for the Butcher and his Cleaver, amazing music I am told,
Corrupt government, officials, politicians and even some law enforcement,
You are part of the main course, Though we couldn’t find your hearts, nor guts
a delicious meal you will still make indeed,
For you were fat an stuffed more that the others already, no ones else to blame for your greed,
Nor will you all be missed,
The gathering is now here, place the flowers in the attic, for our thanksgiving meal
JUST a rough draft so far, but will add it for some fun, Too much Stephen King... hehehe
Flowers in the Attic / people under the stairs
Place the flowers in the attic, far from the people under the stairs,
Everyones coming for Thanksgiving, we must be prepared,
We will eat in the attic, in comfort an in peace,
Far from the smell crying and screams,
Heretics we are called, because we believe in different things,
Let THEM talk, laugh, and judge, we don’t care,
We are not the ones suffering under the stairs,
People under the stairs, you supply this years feast,
Self-righteous judges, false prophets, you will be the openin feast,
Broiled and seasoned to perfection, the look of fear left on your faces,
As we began to beat then cut you, was priceless, confessing your sins at the last moments,
An added enjoyment for the Butcher and his Cleaver, amazing music I am told,
Corrupt government, officials, politicians and even some law enforcement,
You are part of the main course, Though we couldn’t find your hearts, nor guts
a delicious meal you will still make indeed,
For you were fat an stuffed more that the others already, no ones else to blame for your greed,
Nor will you all be missed,
The gathering is now here, place the flowers in the attic, for our thanksgiving meal
