Fungus Solarium
mushroom
sun room
Give them Voting Rights
Shallots’
Ballots
To Crush it!
Shallot
mallet
Flooded Veggie
Spinach
in ditch
Romantic Invitation
Meet me,
Sweet pea
Don’t Let it Into Salad
Hard chard
is barred
Scarred for Life
The chard
was marred
Sweet-potato Grazers
Two lambs
chew yams
Stink Weed
Garlic
Charlock
Hello, Red Fellow
I greet
my beet
Henry a notorious highway man
robbed the simple couch, as only he can
young woman in Victorian dress screamed
he was the nightmare of which she’d dreamed
Henry’s bounty included a box with ashes
Dan Shallot’s remains, which he quickly bashes
he was after silver and gold you see,
This loot irritated the young man, Henry B.
He robbed six more coaches that came down the road.
Threw out the stuff that would have his horse slowed
then galloped off for New York City, hoping for a bigger take
Dan Shallot’s unhappy ashes blew off, toward Michigan Lake
Henry had to answer for his crimes when he got to heaven’s gate
He stammered and blubbered, his replies were not great
Dan Shallot put his hand on his shoulder and said “it’s all right”.
He too had been a highway man, a robber at night.
sponsor : Constance La France
29.9.25
Placed : 3rd Standard Contest
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“Love is the Supreme Artist Unseen” Poet
with a silent kiss does sperm enter egg
butterfly fondle pollen in morning dew
starling swallow caterpillar askew
with silent kiss does sunbeam caress window sill
spoon dips shallot soup with gentle will
waves ripple shelly shoreline in thrill ~
with a silent kiss does newborn lick nipple
cloud embraces cloud, fluff huffed ripple
bud petal unfurls to air in dare
wrinkled stranded beggar’s knobby hand
smooch offered seeded loaf, prime brand
hands warm curl steering wheel, feel genteel
anchor lands on jewelled ocean floor
with silent kiss does sewing needle pierce
linen white, knife smear butter delight
dolphin fin rouse whale tail, ship returns lipping
the silent kiss but Love in polar need
destined to meet in embosom’s clasp
receiver with giver unmasked grasp
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A happy ending to "The Lady of Shallot"
(In deference to Lord Tennyson)
But then the sky's uncommon grace
shown bright and lively on her face
as sullen visage was replaced
and Heaven's holy light was traced
to the shores of Camelot.
From all around they joined to see,
both peasant folk and royalty,
the answer of his prayers to free
the Lady of Shallot.
Then Lancelot leaned down to kiss
as she blushed warm with tearful bliss
and thought about the years she'd missed
the tender touch of love like this
from her knight Sir Lancelot.
Bells from towers high were ringing,
the silent streets now filled with singing -
echoes through the land rejoicing
the Lady of Shallot.
The pieces of me shattered and flew out the window, like the mirror in Lord Tennyson’s “Lady of Shallot”, and the pieces fell into place on the ground; creating a new version of me.
my friend candace tied the knot
met him in a parking lot
silhouette afar
loading up a car
then came fate a dropped shallot.
There was an old lady from Shallot
T'was good with a driver and mallot
She worked with a hammer
She spoke with a stammer
That old she's a HE from from shallot!
Lord Tenny, he did write,
With pen, muse and might,
This poem 'twas out of sight,
Raised the bar to new height,
This "Lady of Shallot,
Her beauty was within,
Some say it was a whim,
But unbeknowst to him,
Was something of a win,
She'll never be forgot.
Set to weave on an age-old loom
Living within an empty room
Through night and day in same costume
Like a Shallot Lady in gloom.
She looks into a mirror left
As shadows come, and shadows flight
Run her shuttle as they alight
Leaving the loom, creeping in fright
Reveals the entire slender weft.
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September 10, 2014
Form: Rhyme AAAAbCCCB
Sixth Place Win
Contest: The Lady of Shallot by Isaiah
Tis August, organics abound,
tomatoes juicy and round,
potatoes new dug from the ground,
among the delights to be found.
But best is the lowly shallot.
Queen of the oniony rabble
over it M'Lady did babble,
this oft neglected vegtable,
which Tennyson never forgot.
For the Lady of Shallot Contest
Just sit back and hear a tale
About some folks that chose to sail
In a boat, that was so frail
Caught up in a mighty gale
Surely, not my style
Watch the ship as it gets tossed
It sure looks like, "All is lost"
If not for the courage of the crew and Boss
They never could've, made it across
Here to Gillian's Isle
Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook
Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.
Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.
Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.
They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.
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