NaPM 14 April 2022

[RiverNotch]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic: Describe a feast, literal or metaphorical.

Form: Sonnet (meter and rhyme aren't strict, but a volta is required)

Line Requirement: 12-14

[Mark A Becker]

Picnic Music

From a
distance
faintly
humming,
comes a
presence
gently
strumming.

Passed on
among
my thoughts,
your song
is sung,
not lost.

[CRNDLSM]

Agatha Christie's Poirot
invited seven people
secretly to a party
where someone swallows poison.
The dinner spread was perfect
while each guests motive painted
a dark disturbing picture
because Poirot was the victim of the puzzle.

The night went on, each person
admitting to crimes perhaps
too willingly to police
so that all went to prison
The antidote was planted
by Poirot himself to recover peacefully.

[busker]

Agatha Christie's Poirot
invited seven people
secretly to a party
where someone swallows poison.
The dinner spread was perfect
while each guests motive painted
a dark disturbing picture
because Poirot was the victim of the puzzle.

The night went on, each person
admitting to crimes perhaps
too willingly to police
so that all went to prison
The antidote was planted
by Poirot himself to recover peacefully.

I like....I like....

[Semicircle]

Future eatin's


Moving plate,
wriggles with legs,
he watches it intently
as the bugs
perform tricks,
fight, and smother
to protect their eggs
from each other.

Turning them over
with his fork,
until shoveling a pile
into his watering maw.
Insects: "feast in style"-
they double as entertainment.

[Magpie]

My friends and I we had a feast
enough to feed a thousand men,
a leg from ev'ry kind of beast
an egg from ev'ry kind of hen.
From all the fruits there was a slice
berries and cherries piled up high
and mixed with ev'ry kind of spice
were wing and fin and breast and thigh.
Dessert brought many types of cake
trapped inside a jelly mountain,
a choc'late flavoured custard lake
a bubblegum champagne fountain.
     And when the splendid feast was through,
     we turned and ate each other too.

[RiverNotch]

A signifying supper starts with soup
(some muddled musings) then a crazy salad
of esoteric ballads
remarking unremarkably on loops,
lines, periods -- then fresh tilapia
caught from the Sea of Galilee
(abused religiosity)
succeeded by, what else? a little Lamb,
a little cow -- at last, the signified
materializes -- pork, if one can take it,
the sides bland mushy peas
and, for dessert, some ornamental lies:
fruit in chartreuse jelly, if one can make it,
topped with Chantilly cream.

[TranquillityBase]

Gods of iron came from the sea,
they did not know the songs of welcome,
we offered them maize bread and beer
for hunger was in their half hid eyes.
They spit it out and shook their spears,
demanded food for gods.  The village priest
went to the temple and brought forth
our gods, made from the blood of the sun,
the invaders' eyes grew fiery with angry lust
and they demanded more, flogged the priest,
and set their four legged beasts upon our men.
But our god heard our pleas and out
of his secret cave came Caltiki,
and devoured the intruders one by one.

[Mark A Becker]

Gods of iron came from the sea,
they did not know the songs of welcome,

...

But our god heard our pleas and out
of his secret cave came Caltiki,
and devoured the intruders one by one.

Hey Tim- fantastic opening lines!  Very interesting twist of a finish, too, with Caltiki-The Immortal Monster coming to the rescue.  Subtle 'inside joke' irony, too, since Caltiki is actually a fictitious movie monster (created by 'gods of iron').

[dukealien]

The Happy Time


Deep in dark days of nineteen-forty-two
U-boat commanders lurking off our coast
had what they called “The Happy Time” in view
with no resistance, sinkings were their boast.

Long after that, but also long ago
I tasted sushi first from floating boats
at Isobuni in San Francisco–
we didn’t sink, but emptied all that floats.

A golden time when we all had success
in our professional and social spheres
that feast of sushi marked the peak, no less,
of friendship, harmony, and bright careers.

Now one of us has died, and one’s gone mad
and one writes poetry of joys we had.