And Biden Said “Shut Up” Poems VOTING

Hello everyone, here are the poems that I received. Thank you! Please help me out with voting. Pm me your favorite poem. Write the number of the poem and title if posible along with the title of the contest. Thanks once again.

I’ll announce the winner next Wednesday Oct 14.

Poem#1. Chips and Salsa

Two hamsters running upon
opposite wheels, nibbles and
squeaks from opposite ends
of a cage.

My mind becomes a spiral
of dodging fear for what is
to become of this world, life
we live.

I wanted to make it stop
wishing the rodents
would rest,
the wheels kept spinning
round and round.

and then the hamster on the right spoke-
"shut up"

and just like that
I began to breathe,
eating my chips and salsa
wishing for a better tomorrow.

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Poem#2. The Dinner Table Debate.

Reluctantly, I'm called downstairs
to dinner to meet two new guests.
One is quiet and polite, with white
hair and kind eyes, serving others
food first and complimenting the
chef. The other is a childish looking
man with his mouth open wide,
lips pursed, and wrinkles showing
the unhappiness in his face.

The two men, at opposite sides
of the table, begin to argue as I
slump farther in my chair. I want to
excuse myself but I'm afraid I'll be
noticed. None of the other guests
are able to jump in and share their
opinion, and the one man that
resembles an irritable pelican
begins pounding the table like
a child having a temper tantrum.

The manchild keeps shaking his
fists and pointing his fingers while
the other man smiles, aware how
foolish this is to bicker in front of
dinner company. He catches my
eye, mouths "I'm sorry", then lowers
his head in disappointment and softly
says, "will you shut up, man?"

The company stifles a giggle; some
nod, some start to clap yet the brash
man keeps talking, interrupting
himself several times, because his
words always have to come first.
He picks up the butcher knife that's
still on the turkey platter,and gestures
with it, much to the surprise and horror
of everyone else at the table.

"No one tells me to shut up."

I close my eyes, then reopen
them, and find it is just him and I
in the opulent dining hall. The lavish
and colorful food that decorated the
table moments ago has vanished.
Even the remnants are gone, replaced
with the stringent smell of varnish.

I look around, and every surface
has transformed into wood. The
manchild is polishing it, and I frantically
search for the butcher knife. I see it
gleam from a lifeless body, and
when I sink to my knees in despair,
a spotlight shines on me, then
on the body, and the one lined up
next to it, and so forth.

The house is no longer a home
but a cemetery, and though I'd like
to think it all a nightmare, the manchild
walks over to me and tries to comfort
me with his large hands. He smiles like
the devil, with vengeful eyes like my father,
and says, "I need loyalty, I expect
loyalty, and they didn't have it."

Then he shrugs and exits this place
of doom, but not before handing me
a shovel. My body is in shock and I
can't hear my own heartbeat; why did
I expect anything to be civil, why must
powerful men have blood on their hands.
I glance at my palms and sigh in relief
that there are no stains or traces of the
murders. I try to move but my limbs cry
out in protest, and I can't help but wonder
if the man wants me to dig my own grave,
and if not, if I could even live with the
knowledge of such widespread death.

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Poem #3. Just Shut up, Man

The pitter-patter of little defeatist words
twitter through the network - pesty birds
that have escaped a net of self-censorship
magpies swarming, a flurry of self-worship.

Impossible to hold a meaningfull discourse
leaving one to only a single recourse
so evident that no debate will be held
where Trump’s truth is always withheld.

The winner for this contest is

Larry Chamberlin with his poem “Just Shut up, Man”
It got Two votes out of three.

Thank you all who participated.

Nice, Larry!

Thanks for hosting this, Luce :)