Poetry Prompt #40

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This week’s prompt is “Chickens”

A few ideas:

  • Why did the chicken cross the road?
  • Chickens pecking order
  • Feathers flying
  • The love of eggs
  • The noisy rooster
  • Hens brooding

 

Looking forward to your contributions.

Please send to: poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

 

This week’s quote to ponder on:

“With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion”

Edgar Allan Poe

(An American writer 1809-1849)

 

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About Elephants

 

An elephant has a very long nose

That’s sometimes used like a powerful hose

And once that trunk has been exerted,

Anyone close may well be squirted.

 

Note this elementary fact:

Eggshells won’t remain intact

If an elephant’s massive legs

Place his feet on a poor bird’s eggs.

 

It’s OK if you feel hesitant

Every time you’re near an elephant.

Watch that trunk – you could be washed!

Mind those feet – you may be squashed!

 

Monty Edwards

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #26

Monty says: “I didn’t get far with rhymes for the key words, but eventually was able to compose a couple of verses which included all the words and then added a final verse to tie it all together.”

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Flight of fancy

 

I feel that my arms have been turned into wings

that I’m suddenly able to fly,

to glide through the air looking down on the things

that can only be viewed from the sky.

 

I’m up on that branch and I’m ready to go.

I can launch from my perch in a blink,

creating a distance from all that’s below

and without even having to think.

 

Of course I will never take off from a tree

but, although it may seem quite absurd,

I’m instantly weightless and totally free

when I chance to look up at a bird.

 

Jenny Erlanger

Jenny said: This poem developed as I walked the length of Hadrian’s Wall through the beautiful English countryside.

 

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caterpillarsongimustwaitfortransformation

 

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #5

poetry-prompt-5June said: I liked that the photograph prompt had creatures on it and it inspired me to think of what it must be like for a caterpillar to change its mode of transport when it transforms. I placed this poem over a photograph of a butterfly. I wanted something about the right length so the photograph and words could balance.  It is fun making poem/photograph creations. For playfulness I spelt the word travel out at the end of each line.

I took this photograph at the Botanical Gardens.

As for the last line, my teenage son recently was studying a Dylan Thomas poem so I thought it would be fun to echo some of the lines.

‘Do not go gently into that good night.’

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An Orange Egg

 

I’m sure that I can eat an orange egg.

You do not have to plead. You needn’t beg.

I do not think that I have ever tried

An orange that’s been boiled, poached or fried.

Nor have I yet consumed an egg that’s raw,

Been neatly peeled, and sliced up into four.

 

An orange placed on toasted sourdough

Is not a taste sensation that I know.

I haven’t eaten egg as marmalade.

I’m not convinced that it would make the grade.

I know! I’ll mix the two into a goop,

And eat them as an eggy, orange soup!

 

© Stephen Whiteside
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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Party Preparation

 

I say to my mirror: “Well, how do I look?”

The mirror replies: “You use your two eyes.”

“No, you don’t understand! Tell me how I appear.”

“You come through the door and then you are here.”

“But mirror of mine, tell me what you reflect.”

“Whatever’s in front of me, as you’d expect.”

“So, mirror of mine, have you no more to say?”

“Only: ‘Why stand and stare? There’s a party today!'”

 

Monty Edwards
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #37

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Monty says: The desire to look  good for a special occasion is common to children and adults alike. In this, the mirror is an indispensable tool, but we still have to make the judgments ourselves.

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Lunchboxing

The kids said..

 

We don’t want sandwiches

We don’t want cheesy rolls

We’ve had enough of wraps and crackers

We’ve had enough of scrolls

 

Well,  then Mum said..

 

Would you like some liverwurst?

Maybe deep fried brains?

Perhaps some spinach that I boiled,

Would make a lovely change?

 

The kids said..

 

A sandwich is fine mum..

Thanks

 

Sioban Timmer
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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