Quick Poetry--Sept. 2, 2010

[glen]

Include six words in your poem:

cannibalism
pine tree
schnitzel
fish
dress
eclectic

[glen]

What is cannibalism to a pine tree?
If cannibalism exists, what would it mean to me?
Is it wrapped in paper, like a freshly caught fish?
Is it a wooden birthday match, blow it out and make a wish?
Is it aromatic, like the cedar box that holds your wedding dress?
But I digress.
Is it eclectic, dynamic or moronic? A schnitzel to a schnauzer? A bird’s nest in your trousers? A cat that’s not a mouser?
What is cannibalism to a pine tree?
If it died, would it expect a coffin to be made from me?

[Edward Cheever]

Never had I seen a family as eclectic
As the Robinsons at Christmas time.
They’d put up a pine tree, that much was normal, I guess.
But the things they hung on it… they’re weird.

Fish Schnitzels suspended by coat hangers… disturbing.
A neon pink dress… unnatural.
And the presents… let’s not speak of it again, okay?
My reason is cannibalizing my brain.

[Sarah]

One day we traveled past the lone pine tree
As we weaved in and out of the forest all day
The fish jumping in and out of the pond
The water soaking my dress as I walk by

Many cannibalistic thoughts have crossed my mind
Thoughts of my mother’s homemade schnitzel
Oh what a delight

But as I wish for this sweet pastry my mother makes
I know I will never have it again
Why you may ask?

I have turned to the dark side she says.
I have a committed a terrible sin
I have turned to eclecticism

[Scott]

Feral fish lucked beneath the great pine tree
With the wicker basket he takes a knee
Her bright dress and schnitzel bake in the sun
Watch the eclectic friends go flee at a run
Beware the cannibalistic Russian

[chelseye]

Loose needles crunch underfoot
Remainders of the pine trees towering above
Fish jump in a nearby stream
The colors reminding me of the time when I was loved

My dress is in tatters
A result of my near experience with the cannibalism
The eclectic group of people
Their bones now inhabit a chasm

As I walk, I dream of schnitzel
Sweet and homey, safe
But instead all that lies before me
Is a future without a face

[tiffany]

Far from the land of pine trees and snow
From the grand balls of Austria where the aristocrats go
You’ll find one far greater going that very while
Off the aquamarine coast of Cannibal Isle

Its guests all bedecked in rainbows of color
An eclectic display like, perhaps, no other
With living schnitzel as the honored guest
And fish of all kinds clad in their best

Here a tuxedo of silver and lime
There a fine dress of an orange-tinged kind
Yes, this is a party that is not to be beat
With its myriad of guests who are quick to greet.