Day two, poem number 11
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These challenge poems
I'll make them quick
I've got the flu
I'm sick, sick, sick!
Poem Number 12
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A cough, a cold,
Sounds like the croup
I'm sipping tea
And chicken soup
My fever rages
And makes me shake
But I'm writing poems
For the challenge' sake!
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clop clop
clop clop
clop
clop
yup
lock
uhhhp
hern
top mine quarter's
croup
plop
clop clop clop
clop clop clop
clop clop
clop
mine quarter
muddy trail
hern striking
giddy
yup
have heard latest scoop
our cat in her box would poop
when we caught the croup
When I was a kid and I got the croup,
My mama would make me chicken soup.
Then as a special treat just for me,
She'd add an animal cracker menagerie.
Animal crackers, oh, what fun,
Like Noah's ark, only one by one.
Dancin', and prancin', and jumpin' through hoops,
I had my very own circus right there in my soup.
There were all of the animals in the zoo,
A camel, a zebra, hippopotamus, too,
Monkeys and chimps doin' loop-the-loops,
All splishin' and splashin' around in my soup.
When a tiger, or lion, or grizzly bear
Would try to elude me, I didn't care.
I'd chase him around and around in my bowl,
'til I'd catch him, and bite him, and swallow him whole.
If your kids balk at vegetables, though they should
Eat lots of them because they're good,
The little dears' cooperation you can recoup,
Put veggie animal crackers in their soup.
Animal crackers, oh, what fun,
And even though my mama's gone,
And I no longer get the croup,
I still like animal crackers and chicken soup.
An
Umbrella
Lemon-yellow brilliant
Over my head and shoulders stooped
Protects me from getting the chesty croup
But praise God for long warm sunny days
Warm inviting outside for a relaxing exhilarating stay
Also
Thank
God
For
Your
Cover
y
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T o -
a cough from the next room
fear sets in
Covid?
A wheezing cough; this is my husband.
Even worse.
The dogs stop chewing and stare toward his door.
Even the refrigerator is silent.
We wait. Listen.
Nothing.
A long drawn out cough now that sounds like croup.
We run for the door.
The refrigerator gets there first, blocking it for the rest of us.
CLOSE HARMONY
When young, I’d had an ambition
To join a close harmony group.
But, alas, as soon as I open my mouth,
I sound like an infant with croup
But I went for the audition,
Having gargled with TCP
And practiced my scales religiously,
From A right up to G
They listened quite politely
As I went through my repertoire.
Though I knew from their pained expressions,
I wasn’t going far
They said they’d never heard a voice
With quite so much vibrato.
But the only vacancy they had
Was for something called a castrato.
I looked it up on Google,
Before I went to bed,
And immediately decided
To be a poet instead
7th September 2021
"H" contest - new or old poems
Sponsor - Constance Le France
Amazed with all in soup made curious,
sets a fiery spark fast and furious.
Shark set its mark on a group;
developed spasmodic croup,
left most combative and delirious.
12/27/2018
Poetry Contest: Shark in the Soup
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
HORSES
Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare
To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair
Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight
Bay coat, brown muzzle, coronet, fetlock in legs white
Measured from the withers , stood robust long and wide
Gaskin, Stifle, hock in hind legs strong for an enduring ride
Masculine back and powerhouse profound in the croup
This equine for sure would stand elegant in the troop
Perfect shock absorbing frog placed beneath the hoof
Poll on head positioned right to flex the bit sans any goof
Bouncy forelock ,mane and tail swayed with its gallop and gait
Finding place in Knight’s finest stable, its prestige did elevate
Love was in the air when its eyes located a lovely white mare
Mare was quick to catch the love cues from this special horse there!!
20th October 2016
For contest-Horses by Shadow Hamilton
A horse that runs wild and free
Enjoys freedom with each stride
No saddle on his withers be
No grazing muzzle as a guide
No headpiece on his poll abides
His fetlock and his coronet feel the tickle of the grass
As his forelock ruffles in the breeze
No horseshoe on his hoof amass
With the wind he trots with ease
His gaskin flexes to run at his decree
His frog feels the soft earth as he stands
his coat feels the soothing rain
Unbridled by the bit's demand
His neighs echo through the plains
Upon these green fields, he reigns
His stifle and his hock aches once in awhile
But a good gallop 'neath the dome
of sky, brings him back in form and style
No crupper on his croup as he roams
For this horse calls freedom home.
~~~
10/4/16
*The crupper is the strap that runs from the horse's dock, over the croup, to the saddle.
I named her Chestnut, color of her coat,
and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek,
then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft
down withers over croup...such grand physique.
But now concerned about her rear leg limp;
a problem with her stifle, gaskin, hock?
Or lower...coronet band on her hoof;
perhaps a stone in frog or sprained fetlock.
Inspection of back hoof showed small heel crack
most likely due to horseshoe mal-aligned.
With pat on back, I walk her to the barn
and waste no time...a farrier must find.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Horses
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 10/30/2016
Required words to use:
muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll,
croup, gaskin, frog, hoof, coronet.
Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.
Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while ignorance looms,
glistens sheen gaskins long aching to bust.
Once thought sickle-hock due to fetlocks swelled
above coronets seen infected ill,
was quick dismissed by an owner compelled
to squeeze one dollar more from Stormcloud’s till;
Then came three races, one after the next,
which saw champion-spirit’s finest display;
Torturing sandscapes while weary croup flexed,
determined as anguished frogs made ovals pay.
He gave all he had and had no remorse,
For ended trots brought by one greedy soul –
Stormcloud indeed was a hall-of-fame horse,
erased when friendship went out at the poll.
10/2/2016
Too Stunned
In the twilight, we had been too stunned
And down someone had been gunned
By Poetry Soup who had the croup
After out sailing on John B's Sloop.
As the crowd out all started thinning
Knew this would become the beginning
Of madness made to move a big crowd
Over the edge for being too endowed.
So if the performance had been a repeat
Who would be willing to take the heat
With all of my poetry being so traumatic
Who would really want to raise a lot of static?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Vet and Favorite Pet
Epiphany
My tender pen writes,
Takes me out of hides,
Roller coaster rides,
My emotional tides !
My life in the soup,
Humble magnificent group !
I am dreaming in fast,
Leaving behind my past,
Quick to discover,
I am on soup cover !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
Got warm welcome,
Scuffed out tantrum,
Anticipate friendship and love,
Warmth of hands in gloves !
My life in the soup,
An infectious croup !
Rendezvous face to face,
Drunk to full grace,
My cravings flourish,
To a lifetime cherish !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
My desires thrive,
Contrary to strife,
I am getting lost,
Well iced and frost !
My life in the soup,
A magnificent group !
My terminal Cupid,
I can't be more stupid ,
An eternal abode,
I infatuate , I explode !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
Written on 25/6/14
Poet - Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- The contest of my
dreams
Sponsor- Dave Wood
First place win
This is the worst poem I'll write
Only because I want to fight
For a lifetime membership on
Poetry soup, is more valuable
Than getting rid of the croup
I must rhyme every line
So I get picked every time
I hope this poem stinks p.u.
Or else I'll be the one that pays my dues.
Is it nasty and dirty and bad as can be
If not P.D will never pick me.
So I better not rhyme my lines anymore
For I don't want to be shown the window.
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