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"Short Poem Competition Part Trois"

DiscoDexy wrote:
> By rights, Azul should start a new one...
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Ok then.

The topic is Telephone Number.
I expect highly pretentious entries - this is poetry after all.

Googogogo.

Mellow Yellow

Like a cocker spaniel
it brings no life
breathes no love
gives no warmth

spread over the table of my life
the cloth suffocates me
covers me
makes me sick, makes me ill

Yellow
you're not mellow
you're vile
you're awful

Yellow, Pink, Green, Blue,
My mother told me of you
the doves sang a song
a song of blood.

Oh yellow yellow tablecloth,
What secrets do you hide?
Spilled desserts and fables of
Red wine and apple pie.

Why so yellow? I cry aloud,
Why, oh why, oh why?
When all you want to do is love,
Yet this is left to die.

You keep me close forever,
Strong and well secure,
Although I may endeavour,
To halt your strange allure.

But fear thee not, my friend,
For I have this to say,
It's not looks, or thoughts that hold me back,
It's because I'm secretly gay.

Fin.

The yellow tablecloth
is where i eat
but the crumbs still drop
onto my feet

This is my entry:

There 'twas a yellow table cloth, that gleamed so bright,
Warming my soul all throughout the night.
Under which I would play, prance and sing,
As I sat in the kitchen, such a lonely thing.
It blazed out rays so beautiful and warm,
Like a mid-day sun, beaming upon the lawn.

But one day, to my utter dispair,
The yellow table cloth was actually not there.
I scaled the land in every corner, every day,
Just to find the tablecloth under which I would play.
Then I saw it, my heart sank like a ship,
The yellow table cloth was off to the skip.

I ran down the road, feeling betrayed and cold,
That yellow table cloth, so warm and so bold.
I followed the lorry until my legs gave way,
That poor yellow table cloth was the one they would slay.
I sat that evening under a moonlit land,
My lovely yellow table cloth slipped from my hand.

Yellow Tablecloth,
Like,
A big moth,
Only inanimate,
and with lace edges,
Trim my Hedges,
Overgrown trees,
please, baby, please,
Die.

Fin.

Yellow TableCloth? here goes...

In darkest night,
the room is bright,
cloth of yello
steel my sight.

damn!!!

Twas a table, vast and stable,
Twas a tablecloth upon it,
Twas a shade without a fade,
Twas the colour of a sunset.



I know, I'm not really trying. Just thought I'd start the ball rolling.

Well, you did say SHORT poem...

DiscoDexy wrote:
> By rights, Azul should start a new one...
****

Ok then.

The topic is Telephone Number.
I expect highly pretentious entries - this is poetry after all.

Googogogo.