Galactic Soup
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~3rd Place~
Contest: Shark In The Soup
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 01/05/2019
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Word Play - Galactic
Sponsor: IrOnic ZiNk
Judged: 09/18/2016
Galactic soup, the Lord wished for,
one day when he felt empty, bored;
some nutrients to give him more
alternatives to be explored.
With hydrogen and helium,
He then stirred in some oxygen;
mixed carbon next then added some
strong iron, neon, nitrogen.
He took a taste, but still not done.
The flavor needed silicon,
some sulfur and magnesium;
enough, for now, to work upon.
His soup was done and it was grand;
created by his expertise,
a perfect flavor, strong not bland.
And so the Lord felt quite at peace.
But he had stewed a giant bowl
and way too much for him to hold.
To share it was his brand new goal
and so he managed something bold.
He flung his prized galactic soup
into the void in which he lay...
with a big bang, eternal swoop,
His Universe was born that day.
And from His soup, all life emerged
from gentle lambs to sharks that bite.
And likewise, humans, He diverged
to yellow, brown, red, black, and white.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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