Best Feeds Poems

Barren fields of November
Corn stalks ragged
        broken soldiers
        bleak beauty
        stripped of green
Beige bones on autumn's carpet

Margins of daylight that disappear
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“Do you like yabbies?” Barry asked. I replied “Are you sick!
I’d just like to ask you; now is the Pope a Catholic?” …
So we headed off across the ranges, where Barry’s cousin Ray,
had a dam that’s full of them on a property near Yea.

There’s no...

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The Story Of The Cruel And Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls

She that exists to eat innocent souls and this world's vast wealth
A dark goddess, splaying her straggly long hair with wilted roses
Pretty, brazen, wickedly heartless and damn to hell soulless
Even far more beautiful, glowingly...

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Do you see that man on the right corner?
I know those eyes that look in many ways
See, How my Libran man flirts with that girl?
Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have?
Why can’t I take away my eyes from him?
Damn that he is now getting...

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feeds the dog on tripe- -
a cloud of gas surrounds him
as he sleeps it off...

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a hummingbird feeds,
dancing in a ray of light
scarlet, emerald...

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Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare...

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The gift of shapes born in a cloud
Could never make my father proud,
Or accolades of merchant‘s turn
My mother’s head toward my return,
Imagination lost on one,
But dad’s shoes worn meant dad had won.

Both parent’s dreamed of child’s success
But other’s pride spelled emptiness
For years they towed the...

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Seasoned water brought to boil
Taters and sausage
Ten minute wait then add corn
And pieces of crab
Five minutes then shrimp
Short wait drain
Chow!


3rd Place Win:
For Sara Kendrick's Contest
"Low Country Boil"...

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Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Nothing feeds on itself like violence
The more it self-destructs the more its might
Goya geek – padi eaten by its own fence*
The dog that swallows its own tail in fright

Yet nothing changes fast as when throttled
Takes the weight of one’s...

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I was told that as a babe, I would endlessly cry
And nearly drove my Mother out of her mind
No one knew the reason why, as I had loving care
Soon, it was discovered that music brought much relief
During early childhood, learning to play the piano 
A...

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Art Feeds My Soul
By Rick Rucker

I have been, for two months, in my new home,
The things we have done to the place, would fill a tome,

The smell of paint, on the air, as it is new,
Carpets and blinds, and hardwood floors, done too,

New sink, and...

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Do you see that man on the right corner?
How that Libra man flirts with that girl
Oh, what is this nagging emotion I have?
Why can’t I take away my eyes from him?
Damn that Libran getting near to her.
I am a tigress but now purr like a...

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the bird feeds
from my outstreached hand
a salty breeze...

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Dana sits alone on the wooden dock 
she has fun throwing breadcrumbs  
to the hungry and excited ducks;
they rush to catch them in droves
so confident she won't hurt them unlike
the other naughty kids who throw rocks
scattering them through the big park...
and spreading their wings...

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