Poetry on the Rocks!

[RoughWriters]

A 10 minute poem using the words:

Halibut
Garden
Harem
Intestines
Senator
Squirrel
Luddite

[Sarah]

Awake in my soul,
A garden full of squirrel
Awaiting a feast of
Of frozen senators

And all the Luddites
Who live in the Harems
Will celebrate the coming
Of halibut intestines

[tiffany]

The senator strode down the garden path
Intestines full of halibut stew
Glancing about at nature’s bounty
That now came into view
The squirrels that played in the great oak tree
The he-goose and his harem fair
A Luddite’s playground, old and true
You find no invention there

[glen]

In the garden pond, the halibut flew,
Their intestines rippling behind,
In Luddite fashion they grew, but knew,
No way to possibly rewind.
Senator Squirrel flashed his wicked smile,
Gleefully cheerful, but all the while,
His thoughts lingered on his harem’s joy.
Because he was a naughty boy!

[Edward Cheever]

Senator Hogden, whet from Capitol Hill,
And out of the glistening monuments
And gardens of the Washington ways,
Down to the darkest alleys of the city.

A luddite of age and weather, He
Searched for the older paths to enlightenment
And power. And he found them
In the house of the Washington Witch.

He entered at her command,
Into a room draped in the intestines
Of small animals, doves and squirrels.
And the souls of many politicians.

She turned back to her dinner of
Halibut and greens, with an air
Of evil intent. She asked him
His purpose, and thus he spoke.

He spoke of influence and power,
Of money and women, and
Harems and riches and towers.
He left with dark promises,

And she resumed her dinner
With a newly fresh dessert –
Oh sweet senatorial soul.

[RoughWriters]

In the Halibut waters beneath the deep
flows a garden of creatures dear
A Harem of flowering intestinal fear
of the deepest buds of sleep

Every creature you might find
every squirrel and young tree
in through the passageway, come they might
all praise the tortoise free
Senator to the lateral luddite.

[RoughWriters]

-Shawn's Poem-

Oh you succulent morsel you
Good enough to serve 2
Good for me the senator to be
And good enough for you
You luckily luddite true?
True
You old school fool I found you with your harems
Like the sight of intestines twined
Twisted colour and reflected light
But in this iv got your arms
Locked up pined
And In great delight

I’ll talk you my dear squirrel
And broil you up with Mr Bringbut
Cause I do enjoy my halibut with a curl