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Whimsical Submission
I SHOULD HAVE
BEEN A CARNIVORE
OR DREAMS OF
A VEGETARIAN
Would that I
could roam the earth
when tyrannosaurus
was king.
Reveling in my bulk
eating all that set
before me
without a second
thought.
Late night snacks
with
my friend
Tarbosaurus,
luncheon on
Lambeosaurus.
Reality watches
cholesterol,
fat intake, and
weight
dictating every
morsel
while dreaming of a
carnivorous feast
crispy fried
chicken, roast
beast,
shrimp, mutton,
Swedish meatballs...
Awakening to the dry
crunch of rice cakes
ravenous desires
left unappeased.
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Weekly challenge
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can
also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with
more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.
Dye
Alone
Africa
Starving children
Drought stricken nation
We in our fancy cars
Bathing in perfumed waters
Watching news with disinterest
Snacking and stuffing our faces
Sun sets on grieving mothers, dawn stained red
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I
took this challenge
a bit further and
wrote a quadruple
Etheree.
Old
men and boys sit
silently waiting
Under the shade of a
thorny tree
The heavens offer no
reprieve
Earth parched and
unyielding
Cattle lay dying
Thunder rumbles
Crops whither
No rain
Falls
Cry
Alone
Africa
Starving children
Drought stricken nation
We in our fancy cars
Bathing in perfumed waters
Watching news with disinterest
Snacking and stuffing our faces
Sun sets on grieving mothers, dawn stained red
Children
and babies, mere
skin and bone die
Only the parents
will remember
We in our
air-conditioned
homes
Complaining about
the heat
Crops shrivel,
cattle wane
Disease spreads
quickly
People lose hope
tiny lights
fading
out
tears
cannot
awaken
silent voices
barren and broken
Mother Africa weeps
her once vibrant
heritage
perishing along with
her dreams
Flowing water will
not quench her
thirst
Songs of pride will
not rise with the
sun.
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