You know I don't like writing poems with forced rhymes,
even more than I hate my grandmother's borscht
when she coaxes it down my throat.
But, as I see the farthest,
I must decide which grains come in from spring harvest,
to top my mother's famous and horrid Cajun chicken.
I won't stand up to the matriarchal legion of cooking,
lest I stir up some poisonous tempest,
a threat to the whole and established west side of the world!
Still, I try to speak with a subtlety,
to twists dissent throughout my poetry.
A contest entry
- Mission: Difficult IV by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 29, 2007, 9 entries
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Thank you for entering my short poems contest.
The contest states that it is for poems of 10 lines or less. This poem is over ten lines. -
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Still, I try to speak with a subtlety,
to twists dissent throughout my poetry.
Love the ending on this one.
John -
Very good job! I came up with ..... um.... NOTHING to rhyme with borscht. Forced. DUH!
Great peom, the flow is wonderful, and the story is nice! -
This write is unique in that the words that rhyme are not necessarily the end of the sentence. I think it made them flow pretty well and toned the rhyme down a bit. An interesting tactic. Thanks for entering.
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Nicely done
I had to laugh when I saw 'forced' and 'borscht'. Really, I'd never have thought to rhyme those two. In fact, I didn't know borscht was a word. A German bread, right?
Maybe?
Anyway, well done, and good luck in the contest. You got a laugh out of me here.
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