Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

You have until December 31 to post a poem, and from January 1-7 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 any length.

This week’s topic is: A Mysterious Package.

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!

What to do?
By Brett A. Starr on December 18, 2023

Oh, what should we do?
There's a mysterious package
Shaking by our tree

(Laughing.) Very nice, Brett!

Thanks, M. Curiously, what do you think it is?

A puppy someone would rather have been a different color.

Good guess! That was my first thought, second was some type of electro-mechanical toy or doll, like tickle-me-Elmo, etc.

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Head of Cauliflower
GENRE: Traditional Poetry
RATING: PG-13 for language and disturbing metaphors



A mysterious package, ain’t no head of cabbage
It’s a head of cauliflower with its own brain power
Why the hell not? It’s got a bumpy texture
The kind of head you’d see in a medical lecture
What kind of thoughts are sweeping across?
A silver screen show of the decapitating blow
And now this head is in my shopping cart
In this cinematic trauma, I’m still taking part
Soon this head will be boiled in a pot
Covered with cheese sauce, a whole damn lot
Dandruff flakes and a cerebral cortex
They’re pieces of fiber in my colonic vortex
All that potential for academic genius
Shat away like the flood of melty cheeses
Every head in that grocery superstore
Was capable of brilliance and so much more
Now they’re swimming in stomachs full of gas
Destined for a water slide ride out of the ass
Am I the crazy one for having these thoughts?
Maybe my head is produce one day to be bought
Feels weird carrying severed heads around
But who cares when fiber is good for shedding pounds?
They came from the garden, not the cemetery
But what’s the difference when shit gets buried?
Seeds and corpses grow the finest veggies
Why find the meaning when I can just be edgy?
I’m the only one who can find the connection
These bowel-shaking thoughts are my own invention
Wouldn’t be the first time I didn’t resonate
I’m the only one who gets my own jokes as of late