75 WORD CHALLENGE -- June 2011 -- MOSAIX VICTORIOUS!!

[anhalo]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Here is my attempt =)

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Nourishment

To walk upon the path of life,

To avoid its many sticky strife;

There is no better nourished food,

Than wise words in their multitude;

To avoid a life bitter-sweet,

To avoid the war drums evil beat;

There is no better nourished food,

Than wise words in their multitude.​

 

[Highlander]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

A Friend.

A writer’s work is never done,
As you tweak and polish your opus.
The first ten edits can be quite fun…
You must never lose your focus!

An editor calls, the air turns blue
Something about a deadline.
Give him a chapter; anything’ll do,
Fob him off with a headline!

Flies are fat from uneaten food,
The floor is covered with manuals.
Take a break, mellow your mood
And collude with your friend Jack Daniels!

 

[Pyan]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

East is East...

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Unless you stand and gaze along an English urban street;
There's the Kashmir Nights astanding next the Chinese Ho Lee Chow,
The Tasty Plaice, the Pizza House, and at the end, the Plough;

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Unless you go and find a more exotic place to eat!




(Note: all the establishments named really do exist in the UK...)

 

[Oxman]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

How the Pelican got his Beak

In the far off times, Pelican sat, sulking on the scree by the sea.

“Hungry!”

Tide was out, too far for lazy pelican to fly.

“I can only carry a single fish! A pouch like Kangaroo I wish!”

The Sea King arrived atop a foaming wave (for that is how he travelled).

“I think, you should fill your beak, like how Hamster stuffs ‘is cheeks!”

So Pelican ate his bait, tweaked his beak. Just so.

 

[mosaix]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

How The Tiger Lost His Crown


“Worm is the lowest and slowest of creatures, and breakfast for one such as me,” leered Frog.

“You are but lunch,” hissed Snake. “I’m too quick for you!”

“Speed is no match for bravery,” bragged Mongoose. “May I invite you to dinner?”

“Bravery? Ha! You are a plaything, a mere bedtime snack,” growled Tiger. “I am the true king of the jungle, for who feeds on me?”

“I do,” whispered Worm, “just give it time…”

 

[Brev]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

An Iffy ballad to over-nourishment:



If you can scoff tiffin, yet keep your napkin white,
Or munch Burger Kings--and enjoy the common touch;
If neither fries nor langoustines give you fright,
If others share bread with you, but you take far too much;
If you can fill your gut, four times o'er limit
Within sixty seconds, solo, clear a platter-
Yours is the buffet and everything that's with it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Glutton, but fatter!


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[Keri]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Treasured​

A tender kiss upon my head,
as I lay sated and content abed.
The circlet slips around my neck
to keep my wandering spirit in check.

Fingers slide down my collarbone,
reminding me I'm not alone.
In his clear blue-eyed stare,
I find my love waiting there.

He's not the sun, but in my eyes,
I see my fierce Dragon rise.
And more then anything in this life,
I would dare to be his wife.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!


Too many lives upon the Earth, spread from pole to pole.
We went to search among the stars and save twenty billion souls.
What ships — what chariots — what engines!
Across the gulfs of heaven we rode from sun to sun.
Through dust of stars and comets we made our mighty transit,
Until we found our Paradise upon a far green planet.

Now we till the soil of a distant world to feed twenty billion souls.

 

[GreenKidx]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

The Dinner Book. (or: Grandfather and the Child.)

One malnourished war-orphan was all that was left to Grandfather. Wife, sons, grandchildren lost, mostly, to savages. One to grief.

The child's stomach, unaccustomed to food, rejected the lightest broths; even thinned milk proved a challenge.

Grandfather persisted.

The child grew strong, then stronger. First, he ate scraps from Grandfather's plate; then a plate of his own.

Meanwhile, Grandfather grew weak, then weaker. Until he ate only bits from the boy's plate; then... nothing.

 

[Chel]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Rat and Cat

Once there was a little Rat, a tiny one he was. He liked to climb around at night, to have a little bite.

He nibbled here, he nibbled there, he stole a word or two.
For where he liked his meals to have, was in the shelf for books.

He ate some words of might one day, and grew two fangs like steel. His eyes turned red; he laughed - and the Cat, she fled.

 

[crys]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Tommy Rations​

The folks in Dear Old Blighty thinks
We’re full of beef an’ beer an’ lust,
Spite of doin’ our soldierin’
In Soudan’s heat an’ dust.

The men what fought at Omdurman,
A wizard bunch of fellers,
But the Fishing Fleet cares not a jot
For old sweats’ manly vapers.

We get a ha’porth’s grog
With biscuits an’ Bovril rashuns,
That’s tough as old daisy roots
An’ as appetisin’ as the mules what packed ‘em.

 

[Parson]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

In Search of Nourishment
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At the stream Raji gathered five smooth stones and saw the tiger’s track. It proved he was not the only hunter here; nor the deadliest. He believed he was the hungriest. Only hunger could have driven him into tiger territory without the Englishman’s gun. His sling filled his pot, but it was no match for tigers. Across the stream a wild piglet moved. His sling swung. The tiger sprung. Neither hunter was hungry any more.

 

[Grimbear]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

When The World Was New And All​

When the world was new, oh best beloved, the Hippopotamus was a slender animal, but he was also most ‘stonishingly vain. Every day, in the Blue Nile, he gloried in his reflection.
But the Nile reeds grew, and the Hippopotamus could no longer see himself. He ate the reeds, and the more he ate, the larger his reflection grew and the better he liked it.
Nowadays he isn’t slender, but is still most ‘stonishingly vain.

 

[Deathfrommassive]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Love Eternal

I hear the silent call to me
Set down my whole lifes work
Walkin' my weary feet bloody
Across the void of night I lurk

I bow before my Master Lord
Removin' hair and flesh and skull
Shed my tear o' love outpored
Closin' mine eyes I give my all

Sadness - I have but one life to give
Consumin' my mind, fists o' gore
With him forever I truly live
Emptied of thought forever more

 

[TacticalLoco]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Hunger Hunt

Red in tooth and claw and grease,
lives the violent hunger which fate gives lease.

It sets aside the danger and the hunt's caprice
to seek, to stalk, to coil, release.

Never shall the struggle cease.
And be ye man or be ye beast

in the end, it matters not the least.
The jungle shall have it's eternal feast.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Two Birds with One Stone


Once, Best Beloved, Dodo was king of birds, but Egg, 'stonishingly unhappy, refused to hatch.

“As Egg, I am beautiful, edible, useful; I don't want to be frightfully ugly Dodo, good for nothing, tough, tasteless.
I want to be something new!”

Egg thought and thought, changing to be as un-Dodo as possible.
He grew shiny white feathers and meat both white and dark to satisfy all.

Beautiful inside at last, Egg hatched the first chicken.

 

[goldenapples]

The Revolutionary

You heard the truth you'd spoken
Twisted in the mouths of the opposition.
You watched them starve the people without thought,
Forced your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn.

You held on when there was nothing to hold onto.
You walked with kings yet kept the common touch.
You fed the starving people without the despot’s stare.
Yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory.
My son, you are the revolutionary.

 

[Moonbat]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

Helplessness

Now would you live on bread and water
If then all the world had enough to eat?
And would you sleep in small cramped quarters
If then all the world were housed for sleep?
Would you place yourself before a bully
To stop him from bullying another?
Would you suffer more everyday
If it lessened the suffering of others?

 

[digs]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

A Story for Grown-Ups

It was seven on an evening in Seoni when Sundar brought her father supper and a message.

"Papa," Sundar said. "A letter."

"Bring it here."

He ignored supper and devoured the letter instead. Then he cast it away and went outside.

Sundar crouched and read: ...death of your son Rameshwar, Indian Army III Corps.

A cry sounded over Seoni, as of wolves howling at the moon.

"Papa?"

This is the last of the Mowgli stories.

 

[StormFeather]

re: June 2011 SEVENTY-FIVE WORD CHALLENGE -- Mosaix Victorious!

How Venus Came to Trap the Fly​

Arrogant Fly landed on Venus’s delicate leaves, boasting about his freedom to roam and eat whatever he wished.

“Look at you, with your roots in the wet soil. I sample the finest foods, while all you’ll ever taste is rain and mud.”

Angered by his vomitus spewing’s, Venus transformed her leaves, becoming less delicate and much more spikey.

She snapped the trap shut.

“Why travel,” she said, “when I can sample them through you?”