Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

You have until the 24th of January to post a poem and from the 25th to the 29th of January, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Round Table

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

Clocks

The twelve wise women and men,
coming together at a roundtable,
feasting on time now and then,
served by three waiters able;

one long, old, and quite slow,
one short, young and orderly,
and the very short one though,
gallivants around happily.

The wise ones look out,
at the world far away but near,
studying the humans throughout,
their happiness, sadness and their fear.

Their murmurs and whispers,
holds wisdom of the ages.
Until the universe's winters,
this scene never changes.

Title : The Knights Of The Square Table
Poet : Edward Davies

King Arthur and his daring knights
Were valiant and gifted
But none of them were of much use
When furniture needs shifted

When they first moved to Camelot
And set up the Square Table
Not one of them was any good
Not one of them was able

They couldn’t get it through the door
Without removing sections
The legs were unscrewed from the base
As per Arthur’s directions

But still the doors weren’t wide enough
And still the bench too large
So after very much debate
Sir Percival took charge

He told Tristan to twist it so
And Kay to turn it thus
Then Lamorak did hit his head
And kicked up such a fuss

But after many hours toil
The Knights did have no luck
King Arthur’s famous Square Table
Was well and truly stuck

They tried to lube the table top
With butters, oils, and greases
But soon they knew the only choice;
To hack the thing to pieces

Sir Galahad took out his sword
And swiftly started sawing
Sir Bedivere went off to bed
(For sawing wood is boring)

The table started to come loose
And Galahad suggested
That maybe they could alter it,
And nobody protested

So after quite a while of work
The table took position
It wasn’t quite as it had been
Due to the Knight’s decision

And so the table sat there, proudly
Perched upon the ground
But no longer was it all square
In fact it was quite round.

King Arthur thought it looked a treat
Quite sturdy and quite stable
And so he thanked his worthy Knights
Who sat at his Round Table.

Edward wrote: "Title : The Knights Of The Square Table
Poet : Edward Davies

King Arthur and his daring knights
Were valiant and gifted
But none of them were of much use
When furniture needs shifted

When they fi..."

Hahaha :-)

Edward wrote: "Title : The Knights Of The Square Table
Poet : Edward Davies

King Arthur and his daring knights
Were valiant and gifted
But none of them were of much use
When furniture needs shifted

When they fi..."

I love it!

Feedback welcome.

Ideals

You say it's a round table
but refuse to hear my voice
You throw your chaos at me,
shove your opinions down my throat
You spout your ideals,
expecting me to dance to your tune
You say you're for love, against hate
but when I stand up you spit in my face
I guess your round table
is only good for those who agree
The ones who yell the loudest, fill the world with discontent
You said it was a round table
but that's not what you meant

Thanks Arun and Marie! :)

The lament of the interior designer


Why is that table square? he said
I saw it round inside my head
Desired no corners nor no edges
No dusty angles, awkward ledges
I wanted clean and modern lines
Not something square from olden times
I ordered glass and shiny legs
This travesty the question begs
Did anybody take the time
To read at all my bright design?
Why is the bloody table square?
It should be round. And over there...

The Day of the Flying Plates
version 2


Two long sides and two shorter ones
at either end, that was the table
he grew up with. It had black
metal legs that formed an “X”
as it stood and an “I” when folded
away in a corner of the kitchen

when the floor needed washing.
That table, nearly ready for dinner,
he once hung on to. He lifted his legs
clear off the ground, the table took
his full weight for a moment
then tipped. The shrill clanging

of stainless steel cutlery
and the flight of plates that came
smashing into a thousand pieces
chased his shadow on the other side
of the table gone vertical.
With a heart like mice shaken

in a cage, he had a sudden wish
it was a round table instead,
like the one at the Chinese restaurant
with a rotating centre
and of wood far too heavy
for a six-year-old to budge.

-o-

C P wrote: "Feedback welcome.

Ideals

You say it's a round table
but refuse to hear my voice
You throw your chaos at me,
shove your opinions down my throat
You spout your ideals,
expecting me to dance to your..."

Wow, this is wonderful, and so appropriate in our world today.

Thank you, Marie!

Jane wrote: "The lament of the interior designer


Why is that table square? he said
I saw it round inside my head
Desired no corners nor no edges
No dusty angles, awkward ledges
I wanted clean and modern lines..."

I really enjoyed this one!

Thanks Jim

I read these earlier in the afternoon before work, good job everyone!