Week 555 (July 2-16) Poems Topic: Slice of Blank

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

You have until July 16th to post a poem, and from the 17th to the 23rd we will 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. Note: Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Slice of ____

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!

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Lights Out
GENRE: Heavy Metal Song
RATING: PG-13 for sexual references and swearing



VERSE 1
My allies chug tears from a predator’s eyes
But all I’ll ever dine on is a slice of humble pie
It tastes like shit sandwiched in an armpit
Then I drink in the irony like it’s Nestle Quick
My friends can turn a funeral into a party
But I can’t show up, can’t even be tardy
I got no invitation in my post office box
Got no master key for these heavy ass locks

PRE-CHORUS
Why am I expected to be the beacon of light?

CHORUS
Lights out! The room is covered in shadows
Just like my black heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s called a technical knockout
One punch for every memory you made me block out
Lights out!

VERSE 2
Forced to wear a halo, but it’s around my neck
While others turn their rage into a biweekly check
Forced to spread angel wings, but my back is broken
While others never once had to go through the motions
Forced to be sweeter than a gingerbread clitoris
Anything less would just be so inconsiderate
I’m a role model to world that won’t even listen
If you want to keep me quiet, you’ve accomplished the mission

PRE-CHORUS
Why am I expected to be the beacon of light?

CHORUS
Lights out! The room is covered in shadows
Just like my black heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s called a technical knockout
One punch for every memory you made me block out
Lights out!

BRIDGE
If I put my hands up, will you lay down your arms?
Or will you nail my wrists and ankles to a crucifix charm?
If I keep you comfortable, will you finally fall asleep?
Or will you accuse me, abuse me, and bruise me?

EXTENDED CHORUS
Lights out! The room is covered in shadows
Just like my black heart after so many battles
Lights out! That’s called a technical knockout
One punch for every memory you made me block out
Lights out! Your coffin’s covered in darkness
Your skin turns gray and your calcium hardens
Lights out! I’ll disco dance at your wake
All I need to know now is whose hand will I take?
Lights out!
Lights out!
Lights out!
Lights out!

[Brett]

A Slice of Life
By Brett A. Starr on July 6, 2023

A slice of life
The price of life
Variety is
The spice of life

A cup of tea
Is plain to see
The flavor “Earl Grey”
Is the choice for me

A piece of cake
I love to take
The angel food cake
Is the choice I make

A rocking chair
The summer air
I rock on the deck
As I whistle there

I play, “I spy,
With my little eye,”
I wave with my hand
As a car goes by

A shady tree
Is good for me
I relish the thought
Of a lucid dream

The day is done
I’ve had some fun
Now I’ll say goodbye
To the evening sun.