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Bully, Blow Hard and Old Geezer

Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name he's called "Scruff"

Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He was not very wise
Cuz the moron was eaten by a hog

There's an old geezer who has an ego
Told tales of his greatness for all to know
The haughty one cries
His tales were all lies
He's an old phony who has to eat crow

Bully, Blow Hard, and even that old Geezer dude
All three looked at life with eyes that were skewed
Moral of story...
There is no glory
In barking, boasting, or a haughty attitude

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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the killing season

give me a reason 
to take the pain 
in this season 
of heavy rain 

I was a glass gong 
just waiting to be shattered 
but I feared for so long 
that nothing else mattered

so keep your faith 
and your broken word
no one is safe 
from the double edge sword

now I just want to know
how to be who I was 
but I can't let go 
its not what a warrior does 

so bring on the pain 
and screw the reason 
because in this rain 
its the killing season 

note....I cant believe how many lines start with and in this poem
I have my plate and fork out and am ready to eat crow

Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2014

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A failed trip to the sky

    A man was happy to seeing the stars show
      He marked to trip when they fully glow
             He set his ladder up the sky
               But a pity the sky is high
           And he said, I've to eat crow

Eat crow:  be humiliated by having to admit one's defeats or mistakes.

Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015

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Apologia - Swap Quatrains

To me, verbal Apology is only inflated pride The good people don’t call for apologies to deride Bad people for base vantage may go on their knees Verbal apology is only inflated pride, to me. Torment none, repent for past and dread for future If you think you've erred, make the amends sooner It is easier to eat crow while it is still warm anon* Repent for past and dread for future, torment none. While travelling over the world, a sad truth I’ve found Those people we’re fond of, their feelings we wound we flatter those of whom we have hardly heard A sad truth I’ve found, while travelling over the world.
* Proverb Inspired by G.K. Chesterton's writings +++++++++ March 8, 2014 Form : Swap Quatrains Dr.Ram Mehta 9th Place win Contest: Swap Quatrains by Andrea

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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The Universe Scent Me a Gift

When the wind blew this morning I smelt honeysuckle sweet
What a lovely gift sent to me
How did the scent come through closed windows?
So I opened the french doors and stood on my cedar patio
And then it just flowed and flowed right by my nose

This scent was therapeutic
So soothing
So relaxing
And comforting

Then I started wandering

Was this deja vu?
It was certainly a smell I knew

Then I realized
That I had soaked in a tub of honeydew bubble bath
Hours ago
And I started to laugh

I guess I’ll have to eat crow

Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2014

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The Man of the House

The Man of the House

By Elton Camp

“He who would not be a henpecked fool
Must show his wife that he means to rule”

Tom had heard that saying all his life 
He tried to apply it when he took a wife

He tried the “man of the house” routine,
Running out the back door Tom was seen

Meg had a rolling pin in her hand
“How dare you make such a demand!”

Tom got a large knot on his head
Only a month after he was wed

What might have worked long ago
Made poor Tom have to eat crow

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2013

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poem disaster

don't let those feelings be your master 
come on with another poem disaster 

poetic justice is what you write 
others try to compare are in for a fight 

yes we delight in the lord above 
get in our way and we have no choice but to shove

total breakdown words don't flow
you thought of everything you don't know

when we fight it's for real 
when your caught up in it you'll surly feel

the flow we bestow will inevitably show
as the lord is our master we don't eat crow

show me the poem and i will show you mine 
mine will leave you in the dust ,left behind

don't let those feelings be your master 
come on with another poem disaster

Copyright © gregory ramos | Year Posted 2014

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October History

I wrote these when the Soup was down and had no place to share them

History of the Day

Oct 15th
This is the anniversary of the first draft card burning
It happened at Berkeley when the country was turning
From support of the war and the peace all were yearning
It didn’t stop the drafting; it didn’t stop the war
It didn’t stop at Berkeley but happened more and more
And it got the country thinking – what are we fighting for
We thought we had to do it when the war did start
But I really can’t condone it; we all should do our part
But give the guy some credit; he did it from his heart

Oct 16th

That “Let them eat cake” was such a low blow
The populists decided she had to eat crow
The year was 1793
The Antoinette we called Marie
Was led to the gallows on this very day
With the drop of the knife, her head rolled away
For the knife was sharp and the cut was clean
And that was the end of the French King and Queen

Oct 17th
On this day in 31
Al Capone was finally done
Convicted then of tax evasion
By accountants math equations
Eleven years his sentence said
A stroke and syphilis left him dead

And remember back in 89
World Series baseball time
Earthquake off the Richter scale
San Francisco faces pale
66 were killed that day
As roads and bridges all did sway


Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2011

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No now longer do feel low
Tide started coming in slow
And could feel its flow.

Seeds we had planted below
Sprang up and started to grow
Party we did through.

What was now in our escrow
Which one was a lot of dough
Ain't there anymo'.

I next wondered to and fro
Had became her handsome boo
Off then I did show.

Greeted great face which would glow
Together will always go
No longer eat crow.

Found myself fighting each foe
Was to become a big blow
Killed by GI Joe.

After reading a confessional
GI was not gastro-intestinal
This is bunch of bull.

Government Issue (GI) of course.

This is Seven seven five style
Horn haiku to enjoy for a while.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Trailer Park Body (

I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much 
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch 
The instructions say if I build it right 
It will make me lean and my stomach tight 
The first step, according to the instructions, is to collect empty beer bottles and 
I go across the road to see Inez and Stan 
They open their closet and tell me to take what I need from empties in here 
I was kind of disappointed when none of them were from Busch Beer 
They ask me what are they for, I tell them they're for a hobby 
I smile as I see myself in 32 weeks with a trailer park body 
The next step is to collect some full sand bags, I know who to contact, the 
National Guard 
I know a female Sargeant there, he name is Louise, but her troops call her Black 
She has the looks of her dad Stew 
But she has a singing voice like Julie Andrews 
She hooks me up with three full sand bags, which is more than I need 
Step three I can't do, it would violate the trailer park creed 
I guess cheaper isn't always the way to go 
I bragged to my wife about the new me, but now I must eat crow 
I decided to use the stuff I collected to decorate the front yard, but my wife said it 
would look too gaudy 
I look around at the heroes here at the park and realize that after all I do have a 
trailer park body 
Now I am back to square one
This trailer park is rippin' and roarin' fun
That couch sitting out in front of lot nine
After it's dark it will be mine

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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I am never a drunk
I have always been sober
I am never a punk
Or an indecent disrober

I would rather eat crow
Than go around lying
Just so you’ll know
You won’t catch me crying

As sober as you
Or as sober as I
What can we do
But give it a try

Will not get high
Or even get stoned
You can all try
Why I stay toned

Stay off the drugs
And off of the booze
With all of the hugs
You will never lose

Copyright © john bernard | Year Posted 2009