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Poetry competition CLOSED 20th January 2015 7:53am
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNERS-UP:
MadameLavender
and HadesRising
Black Chex
Poetry Contest Description
bring on the music
Exclaimer: This is not my original idea. But first write down the color of your pants, skirt, shorts, etc., that you're wearing at the moment. Then write behind that the last thing you ate. This is your band name. Write me a titular song for your band.
- old or new work
- no word limits
- one poem per poet
Thanks. I'm really looking forward to this.
- old or new work
- no word limits
- one poem per poet
Thanks. I'm really looking forward to this.
I'd want the growl of John Lee Hooker to sing this. I'd gladly defer to let this legend sing my band's signature song.
http://www.audio-music.info/pic/Hooker_John_Lee.jpg
naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
east of the Missi-sip
and just due north of hell
stands a grey shotgun house
not even God rings dis' bell
cupboards stay mainly bare
five of us with just one bed
daddy in Angola
so we eat naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
pastor say He died fo' my sin
well He's got mo' dyin' to do
teacher layin' that switch agin
cause I broke another rule
I was lost till I met dis' gal
her full lips dripped honeyed nectar
her brown skin taste like rubied wine
wanted a promise I'd protect her
she said her wine was mine
served in juke joints and our bed
so long as she's the only one
I feed my sweet naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
http://m.youtube.com/results?q=john%20lee%20hooker%20boom%20boom%20boom&sm=1
http://www.audio-music.info/pic/Hooker_John_Lee.jpg
naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
east of the Missi-sip
and just due north of hell
stands a grey shotgun house
not even God rings dis' bell
cupboards stay mainly bare
five of us with just one bed
daddy in Angola
so we eat naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
pastor say He died fo' my sin
well He's got mo' dyin' to do
teacher layin' that switch agin
cause I broke another rule
I was lost till I met dis' gal
her full lips dripped honeyed nectar
her brown skin taste like rubied wine
wanted a promise I'd protect her
she said her wine was mine
served in juke joints and our bed
so long as she's the only one
I feed my sweet naked bread
shotgun house
shotgun rules
shotgun church
shotgun schools
all served up da same
lessons for my head
blood for wine
washin' down
naked bread
http://m.youtube.com/results?q=john%20lee%20hooker%20boom%20boom%20boom&sm=1
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/lefse4_zps22b24482.png
Blaze Orange Lefse
Coming in from the snow storm
I need something sweet to eat
And a drink that was toasty warm
What better than Norskie treat
So I tossed my tundra wraps
Blaze orange snorkel parka
Matching hat and choppers
My northern neon manly burka
Grabbed a wonderful potato tortilla
And a steaming hot cup of cocoa
This wrap of butter and sugar
Goes well with a little marshmallow
At the family smorgasbord
I’d pass the lutefisk
The smoked smalahove
And the roast rakfisk
Just to save room
For lots and lots of lefse
So wonderfully Minnesota
Don’t ya know, you betcha!
Blaze Orange Lefse
Coming in from the snow storm
I need something sweet to eat
And a drink that was toasty warm
What better than Norskie treat
So I tossed my tundra wraps
Blaze orange snorkel parka
Matching hat and choppers
My northern neon manly burka
Grabbed a wonderful potato tortilla
And a steaming hot cup of cocoa
This wrap of butter and sugar
Goes well with a little marshmallow
At the family smorgasbord
I’d pass the lutefisk
The smoked smalahove
And the roast rakfisk
Just to save room
For lots and lots of lefse
So wonderfully Minnesota
Don’t ya know, you betcha!
Anonymous
Cold Grey Oatmeal
extreme content
Much too cold the day began.
With stone grey eyes of silence
old man in dark wet hat arrived.
Hard cardboard was his smile.
At bowlegged table spat he and
bade maid to eat her breakfast.
A silver spoon, his tongue, but still
the meal did taste quite vile.
“Nothing is better than my oats...”
Curdled lips drooling, hard he did boast.
Forced, she agreed, weak at his knee.
“Yes Sir, to that my tongue attests,”
though her heart heaved, for she believed
to get NOTHING indeed would be best.
Round and round her head sweat ran
with chilling thoughts of violence,
thick heaviness of hatred for
He who made her mouth sore.
Choked by a hand of cruelest gruel,
She gurgled on mashed uhglie
until with harsh cough she slumped free
to oatmeal splattered floor...
And gray she lay as he slid away
through morning’s darkened door.
Man, I think I'll go change my clothes and eat some French Toast...
extreme content
Much too cold the day began.
With stone grey eyes of silence
old man in dark wet hat arrived.
Hard cardboard was his smile.
At bowlegged table spat he and
bade maid to eat her breakfast.
A silver spoon, his tongue, but still
the meal did taste quite vile.
“Nothing is better than my oats...”
Curdled lips drooling, hard he did boast.
Forced, she agreed, weak at his knee.
“Yes Sir, to that my tongue attests,”
though her heart heaved, for she believed
to get NOTHING indeed would be best.
Round and round her head sweat ran
with chilling thoughts of violence,
thick heaviness of hatred for
He who made her mouth sore.
Choked by a hand of cruelest gruel,
She gurgled on mashed uhglie
until with harsh cough she slumped free
to oatmeal splattered floor...
And gray she lay as he slid away
through morning’s darkened door.
Man, I think I'll go change my clothes and eat some French Toast...
Anonymous
pink pizza.....?!@#&!
I'll be back if I miraculously come up with something
after Floyd, why bother?
I'll be back if I miraculously come up with something
after Floyd, why bother?
Artist - Grey Raisin Toast
Track - G-R-T
G-R-T
Head's up, the toaster's popped
butter me up, crumbled bread crust lust
for the creamy hot butter love.
G-R-T can hear you, you wanna slice of the bread-crumb butterness?
Grey.
That's the colour your raisin toast's at.
You'll be making yourself a million
you're in an all-star weimar history maker.
Grey.
That's the colour of money-honey, satin skirt laid out for you
butter me up, baby have I got some creamy goodness for you.
Sway those hips, from side to side
pour your creamy goodness all over me
damn.. baby, damn. Hm..
You'll be making yourself a dime on my time.
Furthest thing from a tripper, you've gotta know.
The colour of money, just look on up to the big screen.
Track - G-R-T
G-R-T
Head's up, the toaster's popped
butter me up, crumbled bread crust lust
for the creamy hot butter love.
G-R-T can hear you, you wanna slice of the bread-crumb butterness?
Grey.
That's the colour your raisin toast's at.
You'll be making yourself a million
you're in an all-star weimar history maker.
Grey.
That's the colour of money-honey, satin skirt laid out for you
butter me up, baby have I got some creamy goodness for you.
Sway those hips, from side to side
pour your creamy goodness all over me
damn.. baby, damn. Hm..
You'll be making yourself a dime on my time.
Furthest thing from a tripper, you've gotta know.
The colour of money, just look on up to the big screen.
