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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 383 (October 12-18) Poems Topic: Plastic Spoon

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message 1: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments You have until the 18th of October to post a poem and from the 19th to around the 23rd of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Plastic Spoon

Thanks goes to Leslie for suggesting the topic!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!


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Ryan | 5334 comments Very cool! I’m looking forward to seeing how many different directions this one takes...

Friday afternoon has just rolled in to Melbourne, Australia - happy weekend, Pirates :)


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Jon Bennett (jbennett830) | 7 comments Empty

eggshell
white with a
promise to
Serve

plucked
from the others,
cradled by
me

Guided
to the dessert,
dipped into
ice-cream,

Decapitated
by the force,
turned up
empty

Failed
by a promise
broken like
eggshell.


message 4: by Thomara (last edited Oct 14, 2017 09:03PM) (new)

Thomara Briscoe Head Start
By: Thomara Briscoe

Computers, phones, school, a roof
Many of us don't have to question where our next meal will come from
We are lucky to say the least.
Even as I type this poem I am blessed worlds above others
I am no better, I'm only lucky to have been born with the metal spoon
The boy down the street begging at the corner.
He who has lost much and yet he who started with little.
Can you imagine one set of clothing
not having the ability to clean them for several days.
How about the woman at the park who talks to herself
She who did not choose to the hear the voices screaming in her head
but no one can see the DNA that burns in her blood
They only see her crazy eyes, and twitching fingers.
Can you fathom the words not said, but only screamed by how others look at you.
Or that man who shoots only because eating is too expensive and not eating hurts
He shakes and twitches but he no longer has to feel
Doesn't have to remember his abusive dad nor the disease that ate away his mom
Just don't mind him he won't last too long
I only wish life were fair and we could all start on the line
Yet there are those of us who are lucky enough to be ahead
Those with silver spoons
and those lucky to eat at all with a plastic spoon
Those who have had little obstacles to face, a straight path
and those dodging the bullets, and running the race with curves and turns at every angle.
The words written on this page are only words
and no words can change the luck of others
only action shared with the world
So what will you do with your spoon.
Place it on displace for all to see?
Or put it to use to feed the world?


message 5: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Just realised I wrote this on Monday and forgot to post it!!

Title : Utensils
Poet : Edward Davies

Whenever I buy Chinese
I get a plastic spoon
I just can’t handle chopsticks
I look like a buffoon

Whenever I buy pizza
I use a knife and fork
Or else my hands get messy
I look like such a dork

Whenever I buy fizzy pop
I use a straw to drink
Or else I spill it down my top
I feel like such a dink

But when I eat a chicken wing
I do it with such skills
I never lose a mouthful
Via drops, or drips, or spills.


message 6: by Ronan (new)

Ronan Hayes (ronan_hayes) TITLE: Geological Thriller
AUTHOR: Ronan Hayes
NOTE 1: It's my first sonnet ever, so please be gentle with it ;) .
NOTE 2: There is a companion story in the "Weekly the Short Story Contests / Week 383" thread.

Ancient oceans harboured the flocks of them,
carpets of green and clouds of light and dust.
Buried they were under a mountain's hem,
sleep in the heat of darkness now they must.

Ageless slumber and then the drills attack,
coming to rape and leech the earth's entrails,
boring deep holes with just a bit of frack;
let's pump the oil, until the business fails.

Chemical torture warps and twists the grease
and pristine milk is poured into the moulds.
Armies of sterile beauties march with ease,
to conquer millions of fast-food joints.

Maybe they plot to take over us soon,
wouldn't you rather use a metal spoon?


message 7: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments Polls will be going up soon!


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