Best Tray Poems
It’s another sordid workplace affair
Organized by the dashing and flamboyant Pierre
There should be a warning to beware
Bad week to start any diet – o what despair
Millions of calories everywhere
On one side a mountain of chocolate éclair
On the other a huge tray of Camembert
It was hard enough to squeeze my derriere
Half-way out of this big cozy armchair
Till I managed to park myself elsewhere
Next to the cheese tray I do declare
There’s more than enough to share
I volunteered to sample so let them stare
Trying to look casually debonair
As my butt widens with each bite I’m aware
No one ever said life is fair
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 19, 2018 for contest WRITE A POEM ABOUT CHEESE sponsored by BARRY STEBBINGS - RANKED 8TH
My veggie tray's selection was unique.
'Twas still offered to a jittery sheikh
Who hopped from foot to foot,
Ignoring the ginger root,
Took an onion, saying, "Gotta take a leek!"
He ran off to the loo speedily.
Later on, he returned back to me.
Assessed my tray and proceeded
To eat a pod that was seeded.
I asked him, "Tell me sir, how was your pea?"
We laughed, and guffawed, and made a fuss
At the playful double entendre between us.
He said with a wink,
"I'd hate to think
What you'd say if I had the asparagus!"
Food on a tray
isn't for a stray.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Trilling Tray (Limerick)
Parrots have men in the palm of their hands
Through the pirated palimpsest that is from man's land
There is no point getting into panic about the tall story
Touch me if it is a wild and wacky story
But if it is worthwhile to the core, (then) hold my hands.
Ride over 4000000000 mountains on a baked tray
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
The reality of an equilateral is the lathe of a scimitar
For no reason look beyond the y and see an x but never see a z
For that is the simultaneous division of a chime
And chimichangas do not dine they light and heat
So never ask one to tea accompanied with a clinking cyclic cube
For cubic dimensions are often multiplied by vertices of a vertical stagnant swerve
And a swerve is not a serve nor a serving nor a swear word either
Hither is the hidden and the hidden call out “hide” and then the hide becomes a rational game of geometrical germinations
Theories have tongues
Tongues have tangents
Is anyone really a triangle though?
Or any other shape really?
Is that all rather rhythmical
And rhyme is the masterful preparation akin to chop chop chopping a line of fresh vegetables for a dinner,
Foregone conclusion with or without a calculator
No test or exam could predict an pout of an outcome
Best learn chart chants then.
Lean no learning on a linguistic linguine pant tray
Option no a b c d e f g h on exponential journeys
For exponential journeys to the central locational key are best achieved through the petals of a rose
And that was the prediction of key and after thoughts of a signal erosion
Oh dear
Well that either said or did not say
Prehaps it is better if the pitter patter of the rain fell in awkward shaped
Misshaped misshaped
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
And that is the duty of the drag. The dog. The daring. And the dutiful. And the diligent daboecia whose eyes see no one but a little stick in the air. WOW what an isoamyl acetate that is to smell and taste.
Z Ornithogalum adseptentrionesvergentulum Z at 19 cantering wildebeest looking at 21 biscuits Z
the dog's bark was a ferocious sound
the man stood motionless ..should he run or wait
imagining the jaws that would seal his fate
the window half open was a chance to escape
stood motionless….. his brain went into overdrive
resisting the urge to run…. to survive
under his arm was his calling card
a box of milk tray for the lady,… they say
sent with a kiss, as he goes on his way
the lady sleeps on, oblivious to the scene just played
wondering, who was the secret santa this time
as she munched, each layer, tasting more sublime
contest: as easy as abb
sponsor: nina parmente
penned 30 december 2018
With nervousness sewing up
I set to sew my lap tray ,
And voila ! It's done .
-Ism
Deep in the ocean
Two buds bloom in joyous dark
And then it is light
The sky in the boat
Rides the sail and moonlit wind
Become shining stars
From the mystic bridge
In awe and love we look at
Both the oranges
It is poetry
World poetry day today
Words from your joy tray
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21 March 2017
Lunch on my shiny red tray,
Simply is, the luscious part of my day.
Swiss steak, simply made to perfection.
Mixed colorful veggies, is my culinary selection.
The scent of a warm, wheat roll wafts up my nose.
I have the sense, that after lunch, I will with comfort, dose.
Steaming French coffee and a fresh baked chocolate cookie!
A quiet nap after that for this poetess rookie.
1/11/2021
1pm PST
i'm driving and the air feels like a
space vacuum
the oncoming trees are copper
and the speedometer has lost its pointer
the specimen jar in the drink tray
has reached newfound heights
how can i run with such fa(s)t legs?
how do i scurry about this rock
with the intentions
of a madman ...
yet, somehow during this hoover ride
i wished for a camera
so that i may take the best angle of my life
and show it to the world
Oh! I stared into my soul and found nothing,
nothing but ,heaps and heaps of ashes,
My reflection, the beautiful art, the fragrant paint, the intricate gems on ashtray;
enchantment to the eye of the beholder.
My soul, but the simple underlying glass plate;
the bearer of those fiery deep gashes.
I cried out ! lamented day after day,
Why me? Why me? Why me?
Alas! Enlightenment stroke;
not me ,but the whole world an ashtray.
Consumed by its darkness;
Consumed by its dreadful deeds.
The cry of unborn for love!
The never ending flood of blood, cursed child of poverty, unjust and inhumanity.
Ashes and ashes dumped into death pit.
When does this flood dry?
When does the sun come?
Where is hope?
There is still hope,
for from ashes is phoenix born.
My ashtray not a grave yard,
but a cradle of new life, a life of love.
Let me have an ashtray.
Ash, not my unfulfilled dreams ,
but ashes of my nightmares.
Burn not your love;
but the very cry of those who need it.
Burn the very core of evil.
Burn the very ocean of fear,
the fear of being trampled,
the fear of being let down.
Let the light ,the warmth of love,
enrich, encircle every living soul.
So let's light up the fire,
and let the flame burn!
A day is coming and passes away.
Memories are adding in a Life tray.
Few good or wrong and bad occasions,
Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons.
Fate is treating in a same defeating,
Unfortunate person is always waiting.
Working hard but admitting a mistake,
Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake.
One day will come I’ll be a fortunate,
I will tease my mate to reach at late.
Money will play a game to roll overcome,
When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum.
We’ll dance together to sing a song,
A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long.
Money has a life but life is nothing,
Opportunity is risk, achieving something.
I give you a heart on a tray
Still beating, I serve you, you are in my restaurant
I am the waiter, you ordered a special menu. A heart
Enjoy, this is a suffering heart. Salt? Black pepper?
If you want I slice to you my heart. Do you need it?
Do you want the steak of my heart? Why not? Enjoy!
Oh, Emma, I will bring you a dry red wine, love it
Red meat and red dry wine are the perfect choices.
Enjoy my blood, oh my honey, lovely secret love!
Just remember me
Loved you
Vilmos
Visit
The cemetery
Incubator, man placed in inferno
Atomic bomb blew
now man in ashes
Vaporized eyes now need glasses
A flash of light, too!
A breach of molecule
Remains placed in a ash tray?
1/31/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Detectives found everything shipshape and in its place
Except an ice cube tray full of water sitting on old lace
This housewife was neat, she would have never left it out
We arrested the culprit, none of us had a doubt.
I’m innocent the salesman yelled at us police.
But she would have put it in the freezer, Miss Charice.
Jury easily convicted him for her murder yesterday.
If she was alive when he left, that tray would have been put away.