PWoF 2016 - Topic 01 - Sept. 22

[HaleINthewind]

P.s these poems are super fun. How long does this PWof thing go on for?

Nine more days. Join us!

Oh Awesome! I was worried I was to late. Thank you eric_never. I have yet to post a poem here this seems like a fun place to start. ( less chance of ego bruising lol)

[ellajam]

Life's Tasting Notes

I'm nothing
but a French Fry in a Frosty.
Once warm and crisp
now cold and limping.

I'm rich but cheap - sickening but sweet

Drowning in everything
artificially refreshing.

Enjoyable and gross poem.  Maybe I have an irrational disgust for limping fries. None the less this poem definatley made me loose my appetite. Especially for fast food- so for that I thank you!

P.s these poems are super fun. How long does this PWof thing go on for?

Ten days, write a poem and jump on in.

[Lizzie]

Falsetto Realism
           (we all live in a perpetual state of detachment and die screaming)

Sorry, Death. Looks like we got beat by The Penman today. Well done, you ><

[HaleINthewind]

Well Just happened to have a fry poem lying around from this morning after reading the prompt and being to shy to post. So here goes

I Didn’t Want to be a Fry


When the world bloomed,
I waited,
swaddled in a dirt cocoon.
I made meal plans with earthworms.

My bare body split and open,
becoming one with sharp cheddar, scallion flecked.
I can see the drool pooling, from my black truffle, Parmesan, kisses,
lip licking.
A golden crusted Knight,
a real ladies spud.

Now,
my golden dreams, held captive.
Restrained,
I wait in over salted shackles, under heat lamp,
festering.

Oh! Grubby mouths,
Please chomp me out of existence.

[ellajam]

Well Just happened to have a fry poem lying around from this morning after reading the prompt and being to shy to post. So here goes

I Didn’t Want to be a Fry


When the world bloomed,
I waited,
swaddled in a dirt cocoon.
I made meal plans with earthworms.

My bare body split and open,
becoming one with sharp cheddar, scallion flecked.
I can see the drool pooling, from my black truffle, Parmesan, kisses,
lip licking.
A golden crusted Knight,
 a real ladies spud.

Now,
my golden dreams, held captive.
Restrained,
I wait in over salted shackles, under heat lamp,
festering.

Oh! Grubby mouths,
Please chomp me out of existence.

Well done, I especially like the opening strophe and "a real ladies stud", does an apostrophe belong somewhere in ladies? Though I didn't notice it on the read.

It's a lovely, sad conclusion.

[RiverNotch]

inslumnational, underground

black marks
better than red? you'll see
only when you're plucked
from mother's arms, pawned
to freedom -- shucked
from lists of men into the drive,
squeezed through tubes
so tight you're chopped -- frozen, fried,
then frozen, fried again -- last
salted, bloodied, chewed. freedom? lies.
this is war -- in their eyes, we're all just bastards
fattening up the flag.

[just mercedes]

This isn't new, but I thought it fitted in here ...


eating at the beach ~
twice a day the waves roll in
for their take-away

[ellajam]

This isn't new, but I thought it fitted in here ...


eating at the beach ~
twice a day the waves roll in
for their take-away

Sharp. mmm, eating at the beach, everything tastes twice as good, I'd like to follow those waves and do it twice a day.

[RiverNotch]

This isn't new, but I thought it fitted in here ...


eating at the beach ~
twice a day the waves roll in
for their take-away

Sharp. mmm, eating at the beach, everything tastes twice as good, I'd like to follow those waves and do it twice a day.

And it's 5-7-5! Bonus points!

[ellajam]

This isn't new, but I thought it fitted in here ...


eating at the beach ~
twice a day the waves roll in
for their take-away

Sharp. mmm, eating at the beach, everything tastes twice as good, I'd like to follow those waves and do it twice a day.

And it's 5-7-5! Bonus points!

ha, it's been so long I didn't even notice, sharp twice over.

[RiverNotch]

I also love the tilde subbing the em dash -- makes it more wavy.

[just mercedes]

I also love the tilde subbing the em dash -- makes it more wavy.

I guess I should have posted its title  {erosion 'ku}

See, the waves cause erosion, which is taking away the ... oh well

[ellajam]

I also love the tilde subbing the em dash -- makes it more wavy.

I guess I should have posted its title  {erosion 'ku}

See, the waves cause erosion, which is taking away the ... oh well

The take-away was clear, it just matched well with take-out, the ocean's a hungry bastard. It suited.

[UselessBlueprint]

Bits of bread feed the birds
and break the fasts of masses,
as a loaf becoming body
brings broken bands together.

Between the buns of burgers are
layers of beef and bacon that
beg to be blessed before eaten.

But the baker's belly is beckoning
while his baguettes are blatantly burning.

I got to this a little late, thanks to school and work, but here's my quick contribution.

[billy]

He's a Crazy Bastard:

or the anthropomorphism of Algernon the french fry.

Undressed; at attention.
there's more than one
gay fry in the red and yellow box.
I feel them bending, blowing
salty breath on my naked neck.
Huddled together and scared
from stinging sodium; I'm hit,
a grain pushes against my arse
I cry as I slide upward
Harry is also crying but not Algernon
Algernon's laughing

"Where's the fucking mayo?"

[HaleINthewind]

He's a Crazy Bastard:

or the anthropomorphism of Algernon the french fry.

Undressed; at attention.
there's more than one
gay fry in the red and yellow box.
I feel them bending, blowing
salty breath on my naked neck.
Huddled together and scared
from stinging sodium; I'm hit,
a grain pushes against my arse
I cry as I slide upward
Harry is also crying but not Algernon
Algernon's laughing

"Where's the fucking mayo?"

Like Algernon in " Flowers for Algernon"?

---

Well Just happened to have a fry poem lying around from this morning after reading the prompt and being to shy to post. So here goes

I Didn’t Want to be a Fry


When the world bloomed,
I waited,
swaddled in a dirt cocoon.
I made meal plans with earthworms.

My bare body split and open,
becoming one with sharp cheddar, scallion flecked.
I can see the drool pooling, from my black truffle, Parmesan, kisses,
lip licking.
A golden crusted Knight,
 a real ladies spud.

Now,
my golden dreams, held captive.
Restrained,
I wait in over salted shackles, under heat lamp,
festering.

Oh! Grubby mouths,
Please chomp me out of existence.

Well done, I especially like the opening strophe and "a real ladies stud", does an apostrophe belong somewhere in ladies? Though I didn't notice it on the read.

It's a lovely, sad conclusion.

This isn't new, but I thought it fitted in here ...


eating at the beach ~
twice a day the waves roll in
for their take-away

Sharp. mmm, eating at the beach, everything tastes twice as good, I'd like to follow those waves and do it twice a day.

Thank you the ladies spud tickled me to , now.... Strophe is that code for stanza or short for apostrophe ? I have seen someone else use that term as well. My newb eyes find it incomprehensible.  On ladies thing I must admit, spelling and grammar- key yet some how I tend to miss the rules. I did look it up and I am thinking that Ladies is a plural word.. If it was lady's then I think apostrophe would fit.

I think.. Maybe

Also dig the beach thing, Short and sweet like a candy coated elf.

[Leanne]

Just to clarify quickly, strophe and stanza can be used interchangeably, but these days usually we use stanza for form or regular units and strophe for irregular, ie free verse. It's not a hard and fast rule.

[cvanshelton]

Hipster Burger

High born
crafted custom, patted
smooth and round. I am
the beef replete with that
special something,
that secret sauce.
Not just some stoked up slider,
no, not that,
but the really deally deal,
a premium ground 35/65 chuck to ribeye.
I have pedigree;
I'm best served ironically
on a flattened railroad spike plate
with a splat of yucca mash
and a handlebar mustache.

I am all about that cheddar.

[HaleINthewind]

Leanne thank you for the clarification.

[Lizzie]

Hipster Burger

Good one, C.


I loved 'ironically on a flattened railroad spike.'