YOU HELD ON,
THEN YOU LET GO.
HARD TO SWALLOW
WHEN YOU EAT CROW.
SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS TO
QUESTIONS NEVER ASKED.
SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE WHO
WEARS NO MASK.
YOU PULLED ME IN,
THEN THREW ME AWAY.
I GUESS IT WAS HARD TRYING TO
BE GAY.
IN MY DEEPEST, DARKEST DAYS
AND HOURS.
I WATCHED MY LOVE FOR YOU
STEW AND SOUR.
I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE FREE
OF MY MIND?
NO MEMORIES OF A LOVE I SAW
AS SUBLIME.
MANY PEOPLE WALK IN AND OUT
OF MY ROOM.
IT’S INTENSE HERE INSIDE OF
MY TOMB.
FOR TWO YEARS IT’S COLD, DARK,
CONSTANT RAIN.
I WELCOME ALL TO MY
HOUSE OF PAIN.
MY MIND IS CLOUDED,
MY HEART BLEEDS.
DEPRESSION SETS IN,
AT MACH-SPEED.
I’M DRIFTING UNSURE OF
MY DIRECTION.
MY FLAWS WERE EXPOSED AND ALL
MY IMPERFECTION.
YOU SAID FOREVER,
THEN RAN AWAY.
I STILL SEE RED TAIL-LIGHTS
FROM YOUR CHEVROLET.
I’M SCARED OF BEING PULLED,
DOWN AND UNDER.
A SIDE-EFFECT OF LOVING SOMEONE
THEY CALL THE HUNTER.
TURBO1904
Former president, Donald Trump
Who is now pleasantly plump
Puts on a great boisterous show
Hope he doesn't have to eat crow
For Brian
Written: October 29, 2022
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021
I’m walking on cloud nine
My victory divine,
To the legions full of haters
And the Media’s nasty baiters,
All I say is ‘told you so’
Go ahead and all eat crow!
A new dawn has now arisen
Gone the shackles of this prison,
Euphoria’s clearly not the word
But the best of those I’ve heard
To describe my sense of glee
That I’d simply call ‘Whoopee’.
I’m the toast of this fine town
The cat’s undoubted super meow,
Handshakes everywhere galore,
High-fives and fist bumps by the score,
I’m the man of this momentous hour
Discarding doubts as to my power.
,
All this money gone to waste
Accusations spat in haste,
But isn’t Karma such a ,
The perfect lesson for that witch
That her loss was fair and square,
If all just won but by a hair,
If truth be told while so elated
That my victory is feted,
The greater joy this moment brings
Where my heart unbridled sings,
Is the sound of wailing voices
Bemoaning Democrat’s bad choices.
Such sore losers, slimy worms
That wriggle constantly like germs,
Feeding on lies and innuendo
With predictable crescendo,
For it to all come crashing down
Leaving me the smile, they the frown.
I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth flow in a fetid flux
What arrogance is revealed in your slander
You don't rile me enough to raise my dander
The absolute truth is that I just don't give a fig
Your remarks show you to be an arrogant prig
How dare you disparage so many other poets
People call you 'rude' in case you don't know it
I've laughed at your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's all your fault
You've mocked and criticized lots of poetry
making you a monster with green-eyed jealousy
I've heard from many, and in their point of view
'they' say you're a nasty male version of a shrew
There's been quite an extensive survey taken
and the unanimous results should jolt and awaken
you to see that on you this request they bestow...
The message: "Open your big mouth and eat crow
Oh, but that is something you would never do
so there'll be no lamenting nor feelings of blue
No tears of sorrow on the smiing cheeks of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
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 change...now 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
KILLED BY GI JOE
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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