M y eyes see what your heart is feeling
Y our feelings you write out as poetry
P ain, love, joy, wonder, inspiration
O nly you can help me see, hear,and feel you
E ven though only words you have written they
T ouch my heart and mind deeply from within
R equiring me to write a poem so full of feeling as
Y ou become my poetry I write from my heart
S mile, laugh, cry, whisper, or shout
O pen your heart, mind, and soul
U tter your words on paper or screen
P oetry is where I see and feel your soul
Tons of comma fun!
contest of Russell Sivey
Written by: Carol Brown
3rd Place Winner
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
T hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!
I n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!
These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.
Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.
Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.
Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.
Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.
Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.
Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins.
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins.
Look both ways when you cross the street. Always stay close to your friends.
Lighted homes. Festive decorations. Porches. Pumpkins. Invite!
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site.
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night! Not lose or tight. Just right!
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes.
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.”
Stay safe! Look around! While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch. Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear? If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends.
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense.
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense.
Fun you will have! Enjoyment too. Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware! Need HELP? Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens.
To write in verse, some witches curse. And drive sanity ‘round bends.
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends.
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate. Waiting with treats is a lark!
Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen
Poets sharing their hearts and souls
Openly and honestly with each other
Expressing their deepest feelings
Truly understanding and caring
Rights of others shall be respected
Yearning to offer everything we can
So much variety, the spice of life
Opens many doors of knowledge
Understanding others views on life
Provides us with each others blessings
You know not a day goes by that I
don't feel like I should do more to
show you all how important you are
to me. I love you all and I'm not
ashamed to say when your poems
are sad I cry, when their happy I
laugh and when they teach I learn.
"Provides us with each others blessings"
Thats what the soup is! Thank you
"Team Poetry Soup", Michael
Giving up on all I believe in,
Opaque is the road that I walk on,
Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of
Erasing, all the wrong I've done.
Wandering the streets of wrong-doing,
I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated
Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying,
How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a
Trap, in the web of life.
How everything that gives delight, in fact, has
Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a
Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins
In my hands,
Not knowing what road to take.
Petite she may be, but her words say otherwise
Extremely intelligent, simply read through her writes
Themes of mix, appropriates my eyes
Inner thoughts of her peripheral, leaves me to sigh
Testament to her faith
Everlasting, it's in her eyes
Poetry plays a part, massively in her life
Outwardly there's that smile, wonderfully rife
Emitting, oozing warmth, infectious she be
Thermal is her heart, fusing you and me
Exceptional she, and she will become
She being the Petite Poetess
Simply, she's the one
Crazy is defined by the crazy things you do
Really crazy things are just too crazy, too
A crazy person laughs when no one is around
Zealous crazy people are too busy to be found
Yes, crazy is as crazy does, who really can define?
Your definition of crazy is well kept in your mind.
Even when you’re normal, crazy still remains
Some keep crazy in their hearts, to look like they’re still sane.
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys
Cease! And school begins for girls and for boys.
Holidays in the winter and the spring,
Outdoors sports: football, baseball and swim team.
Old friends and new friends are joined together.
Laughter and learning gifts of forever-
Ding. Dong. Ding. Go inside. It’s time to spell.
Arithmetic. Reading. Writing. DO TELL!
Youngsters when asked what they like to do best.
Simply answer, of course, “We love recess!”
Contributing Poets: (Listed in alphabetical order) Carol Brown, Deborah Guzzi, Carrie
Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen, and
Sharon Weimer (We did it!)
C larifying your hidden lies, I see
U nderneath your opaque disguise… I
R ead your eyes, I
R ead your eyes…
Y ielding despise, it’s only I…
F rustrated with echoing laments and cries, just to
A nswer your fake words and smiles… I
V enture my life, I venture my emotional life
O nly to end it all… until it’s demise…
R eading your eyes… I can always read your betraying eyes.
Plateau of common sense
Enabling one to step back, far back,
Reasoning on poles of points
Separating right from wrong
Placing trust in the matter at hand
Erasing past failures which interfere
Chastising selfishness, rewarding pure motives
To the well being of all those involved who
Inspire to greatness by the
Vast horizon of thinking which
Enables a decision of worth.
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Africa's children blighted in the rich land of birth
Persecuted by the oppressing hand of foreign greed
Agitate for love to find in ancient pigment its worth
Rights of human beings trampled like common weed
Time changes nothing, it's the blind heart that deceives us
Humanity in Marikana overthrown fore Malema took his stand
Erases what is progress while business stays the same
Insensitive in its selective structure, insolent in its plan
Democracy condoning plunder has a resume of shame.
Souls of men worn with toil and danger
Trespass with their plea for aid and freedom
Rulers riled cast disdain at telling hunger
Imposing tragedy that shows the faked ransom
Kins and comrades in the long struggle paid
Economy is a forked tongue serpent on parade
In protest of the 44 miners who died Marikana
South Africa, I cannot support a pax humana
Till the guilty are brought to justice, children fed
And true equality becomes the legacy of the dead.
Can't they understand that its just too much
You post or tweet but what you write you watch
Bullied by lawmakers into censoring one's post
Exactly the thing that we hate the most
Reason flew away when they made this law
Carelessly ignoring that it has a flaw
Reminding us of the days of Proclamation 1081
Ignorant lawmakers forget that those days are gone
Mindless of the freedom of speech that it would kill
Entirely forgetting that this is against Juan's will
Lawmakers who passes law but does not think
Adieu to you for your careers will stink
Wait for the next elections and watch your vote count sink
A new law against cybercrime was passed in the Philippines and it took effect last Oct.3.
This law includes a very vague section against libel and in effect it is going to curtail online freedom of speech or expression. Filipinos are against it and are clamoring for an amendment. If you are wondering about the name juan which was used in this poem then I'd like to inform those from different countries that Juan refers to the Filipino people.
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my
Y outh is that
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.
B ermuda is a place of
E xceptions in that as of course the world economy is changing, that for a small island
it is still one of the
R ichest nations on the Earth!
M any of the people you might see on the street, if any, are not poor; but, because of the
U nbelievably high cost of living has to
D eal with finding a roof over their head hard.
A lso, while some things might have come to the
I sland a little later than the states, we are not a barefoot, backwoods people
T hat don't know anything and are in constant awe of the
S treams of people who visit us.
Y ou tourists are graced with an island and a people
O f beauty, Godly fear, and an
U nbelievable strength that has fought off one natural disaster
A fter another.
N o other island is graced with our beautiful pink-sanded beaches.
D iversity is reached with people from South America, Europe, the Azores, North America, as
M any other islands and nations.
E ach and every house, as well as it people are "cemented in colour and everlasting pride"!
(The acrostic spells out a song that I used to sing constantly when I was little.)
Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
(Perhaps this should be titled something like: "When Love Goes Wrong" or something. - Inspired by pre-root canal up
all night pain from a few week's back)
N – either one of his parents
E - nvisage the route he would take,
L - eaving behind the security of a place called home,
S - earching for that elusive freedom
O - nly a few had the joy to experience
N - ever shying away from a challenge
M - aking the decision to give up his “freedom”
A - lbeit with rudiments, pursuing a dream, many dreamt but
N - ever had the tenacity to turn into reality,
D - arkened days with years of imprisonment followed
E - arnestly trying to convince the world that,
L - isting people differently, because of skin color build
A - nimosity and negate the fruition of freedom…
*This young man will turn 92 on Sunday, 18 July 2010*
Good people will place me where I serve best
And charge me with a most noble duty
Regardless of the weather I won’t rest
Bearing the task of preserving beauty
And though some may sneer and say I’m smelly
Greater peace of mind breathes where I am seen
Everyone needs me to keep their home clean
But if I should not be found standing there
In the place I was left, alone and bare,
Not many would notice or even care
Public places are cleaner when I’m there
Offices, beaches, streets, shops and kitchens
Everywhere people live I should be found
My hope is that people want me around.
P atrick is a special kind of man
A lways there to help folk if he can
P erfect is the way his children see him
A nd now they have to watch his lights go dim.
Kindness is what makes the world a better place
It can make people that are sad happy
No one can deny the power of kindness
Dark days can seem bright if someone is nice to you
Night can turn to day when someone shows that they care
Everything can seem alright just because someone did you a good turn
Sighing can turn to happiness because of a simple act of kindness
Sometimes kindness can even change someone's life forever
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Though I did not want anyone to know
Helping people is what I try to do so I can grow
Even when it is tough I realize I help people not for show
Self involvement is a must a way to make things make sense
Eager to do things I become sometimes dense
Caring about the things I love is what really can help my choice
Revealing my secret to you I will keep my poise
Even when the time comes I will not be spoiled because of my heart
The secret to doing things is make it a great memory so it will not part
Talking excessively just can’t stop.
Overly stressed and beginning to flop.
Messing in matters you need to stay out.
Ushering in tension and running about.
Choices being made without a second thought.
Holding others hostage by your own malicious plots.
Drama, drama, drama that’s all I hear.
Rehearsing matters over and over again.
Always in the valley of o.p.p.
Mettling in other’s business this should not be.
Angry at others and being the drama queen.
< Pallets profusely pulsating
Over organic originals
Emotions enormously emerge
Through trident times
Relic rejoice recant
Yes yearn yourself
Solid structure's sanction
Open optional opinions
Understudy understand unity's
Poetry's passionate's pulse
Because beauty bestows
Over oversights objection
Widespread whispers wanted
Leaving lasting longevity
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
Middle of the road
I have come to be called
Debate training in college
Did a number on me
Little gift from the team – T-Shirt
Embroidered with the letter “M”
Other schools’ teams thought it meant Monmouth*
Fooled they were
They didn’t understand
How carefully I researched
Each side of an issue
Run if you see big “M”
On her way to you
And prepare for verbal volleyball
Devonshire will find a lot to debate with you
Entry for Nancy’s Alphabet Soup Contest
*Monmouth University was my college
P oets from around the world gather here
O ver and over they continue sharing their poetry
E veryone in their very own unique way
T rying to get their heartfelt feeling across to us
R eading other poets poems and gaining inspiration
Y es we all help one another to learn and grow
S o our members grow and go along on their
O wn way with their writing endeavors
U sing all available resources from each other and the
P oetrySoup site. Welcoming all each and everyday.
Written for: What makes you wake up each and everyday contest!
Sponsor: Ed Ebbs
Written By: Carol Brown
Leo, an Astrology Acrostic
by Amy Swanson
Loyal friend who'll laugh with you, the sun rules their playful heart;
Engagingly eclectic, they'll give all they have; forgive them if they seem a little bossy.
Outgoing with majestic charm, they'll walk with you until the very end.
*Inspired by Danielle White's astrology acrostic contest* -- I had to get in on the fun! :)
W hen you go to someone's wedding
H ave you done so in clothes that are unsuitable?
E ver shown up for an evening out wearing shorts?
R emember the times when we "dressed" for dinner?
E ven now, some do so.
I t isn't everyday that special things happen in our lives...
S trange how inadequate we are in showing respect.
T here are times when a casual attitude is not offensive.
H ovever, that is for the mundane.
E ach one of us makes choices with regard to events in life.
R ecently, I attended the memorial for a friend's mother.
E very one who was there knew that this was a somber occasion.
S ome, however, did not take the time to think about their demeanor.
P erhaps we have gone overboard with our "casual" attitudes.
E xpectations for me are that one would come dressed for the ceremony.
C asual attire and wearing baseball caps are fine at a picnic, but
T hen, I was taught that social graces begin at home.
M any years ago, He saw my unborn frame
“Y ou are mine,” He whispered, “and I’ll give you my name.”
V ery many people don’t acknowledge Him today
A ll they want is more money so they can pay and pay
L ove is not something many people understand
I know what it is, for I’ve seen His nail pierced hand
N ot for all the world will I ever let Him go
T ime and eternity are in Him, oh, don’t you know?
I invite you to meet my Valentine, His name is Jesus Christ
N ever will you know such peace until He makes all things right…..
E eternal love, eternal peace, eternal happiness are all found in MY VALENTINE!
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
R ealize we all have feelings, keep that foremost in your mind.
That way it is less likely, that you will be unkind.
E nsure that you treat others, it's important that you do,
in exactly the same manner, as you'ld like them to treat you.
S ometimes it's very difficult, but do your very best.
You often have to dig down deep, when they put you to the test.
P eople will appreciate when you treat them fair
if your concern is honest and you show them that you care.
E xpect to be regarded, as some one fair and just.
Because of your compassion, you'll be someone they can trust.
C onsider how a person feels, if you're courteous and kind.
Chances are it will instill, a pleasant frame of mind.
T hese suggestions - if they're followed, I predict you can expect,
that the people who you deal with will treat you with RESPECT.
Little babies are born
Into a world that has a
Vicious, 'Dog eat dog!'
Long days pass
Amid the chaos of war.
Ugly scars mar beauty, while
Gaiety is almost non-existent.
How can life be so cruel?
Listen to the call for peace, to
Visualize a better life, where
Everyone lives, laughs, and loves.
< Better grab out the coco-butter
Even those designer shades
All hearts will begin to flutter
Cause were off to the glades
Hear me right for I did not stutter
Best hurry up before the sun fades
Look for keys later father did utter
All aboard now we got it made
Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother
Knowing once again to return upon it's raid
Each and every year oh my brother
Think I will even bring the poor old maid
Because she's like no other
In her class she passes the grade
Now get your head out of the gutters
Grow up cause noone is getting laid
Oh my goodness good crothers
Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Linda Marie's
Beach Blanket Bingo
Demons can not always be slain,
In attempts to make life better.
Sometimes, the greatest "go getter"
Answers to the call of the pain.
Pain always separates the sane
People from being eye wetters,
Or from people whose death letter
Is the only thing that remains.
Not all people get back their groove.
This fact can not be debated.
Mentally, people try to move
Each issue that was created.
Now, this evidence clearly proves
That life was meant to be hated.
Senate and the House of representatives make up congress.
Exactly so why is one more important than other for progress.
Now fight divided, seems like a game of chess.
All were elected by the people, this we must express.
Tell them to fight for the people, big business suppress.
Embrace, oath they took, procure and acquiesce.
Prepare your mind for this wondrous place.
Once an ILLUSION, now so much for real,
Exemplary CREATIVITY shows the pace.
Taking chosen words, that more than feel.
Rhymed or unrhymed, states a poetic case.
Yes, INFUSION of styles, seals the deal.
Power of the written word supports fortress.
Amends broken hearts of all EVENTUALLY,
Love flows from lines with little stress.
All the thoughts and feelings rise potentially.
Creating INEVITABLE beauty to possess,
Each new venue of poetic art lives inherently.
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "POETRY PALACE"
Oath to none, but driven by self
Testimonial to morality
And unwavering devotion
In taking the higher path
Living by a code
Invisible to most
Though terribly difficult on
Beauty's power is what you seek,
Everlasting things you want,
Always skin perfection on the cheek
Under seductive eyes that taunt.
Towards shapes and shades and light
In small glitter boxes stays your full delight.
Finesse, longevity and everything godlike;
Unless you want time to succeed,
Loftiness is just the friend you need.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 MAY 2013
Poetry and people, a happy mixture of all sorts
Overcoming language and grammar so
Entertaining all with their riveting writes
Teaching and learning with each poem as we go
Richness in friendship, camaraderie in bloom
Yields our efforts for commenting read
Soupers endeavour to grace their page
Outstanding poems, sometimes plant a seed
Uncanny material in portfolio's glow
Poetry Soup is the place, to watch us poets grow
Hands holding champagne
Allowing all wishes to sparkle
People dancing under Mylar balloons
Pop corn with sweet caramel
Yankees caps with silver trim
Nobody dislikes silly buffoons
Everyone can be one of them
With the New Year's party colorful hats
Yell and be extravagantly festive
Ears deafened by loud music
America celebrates in Times Square
Rome calls for peace everywhere
Entered in Carol Brown's Happy New Year Poetry Contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A couple of friends from way back when
Unique people who I really liked even then
Rare jewels that are very hard to find
Even through the years they stayed on my mind
A couple of people who made me smile
Angels they were who made life worthwhile
Now they are back to make me smile again
Dear friends who I treasure since way back when
Ronnie and Aurea I thank you both
Outstanding friends to you I make this oath
Never will I forget good friends like you
Not even when you are not in view
I will always share with both of you
Everlasting friendship that is only shared by few
For my dearest friends from high school
absence and the passing of years bears no bearing to true friendship...
< Fluff of billowy clouds
Looking like they have Angelic faces
Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
Forecasting peace for all mankind
Foresakes for all sinners
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong. I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts. This is, truly, a special community.
Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Again it begins, another round
New in name, same in sound.
Overrated and welcomed with pride
Til tomorrow comes and it's tossed aside.
Happily declared with promises and dreams,
Eve comes and goes without losing steam
Rushing away as time moves on, coldly.
Night turns to day. The date changes, only.
Eventually the hopes and dreams are gone.
Withered and wasted, but dreamers move on.
Yesterday is gone, and so are easy days,
Easygoing life torn up and washed away.
And this new year that's come is just the same.
Really the number is all that has changed.
R- ready to play volleyball at all times!
A- always kind
C- computers are one of many weaknesses
E- especially strong!
Y- yarn lover!
N- never evil... at first!!!!
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011
Wrestling with his conscience
Abstaining from verbal exchange
Regretting his words
Offended by obscenities
Forgetting his ticket
What is happening now?
Obnoxious little men
Rallying in no mans land
Spasmodic verbal abuse.
Related to the football match:
Never to be challenged would not be expected.
One’s spirit would truly die, forever being infected.
Respect beyond years of age, enhanced by service scored.
Each day passing seems I am just a little bit more ignored.
Sincerely I see others being from outside welcomed aboard.
Persons with only profit for them are welcomed in accord.
Exasperated I continue to do my job for no extra reward.
Calmness is harder to reorder in my daily extreme restored.
Thwarting abounded, stabbing my abilities with a sword.
Polishing our mind is one of your goals
Assist not only students but people around you
Unfold our minds into reality,
Lighten our spirits to dream and pursues more.
Just any other man you are full of sense of humor
Outside the class you are like a father to us,
Strengthen our hearts when we feel low
Encourages everyone to study and glow,
Professor inside the university and full of respect you showed
Helping us to understand every lessons you blow.
Paul Hamoy may be just any ordinary man
And mistakes sometimes are done,
Taking every challenges to success be made
Rises from every failure you take
In the end, the top is meet and break
Cease every chances, every minute and every day
Keep dreaming, keep running and keep shining!
Hope this simple poem made you smile
And remember us for a while
Many thanks is what i can say
One time you became part of my days
Yielding us to better man someday!
Blue and wide is the blanket we have spread absorbing the sun's heat,
Enamored as Romeo and Juliet we feel what they felt: an increasing heartbeat;
Anticipating soft touches, followed by ardent kisses until moonlight arrives...
Cuddled as they were, we ignore the glances of everyone taken by surprise.
Hushed words must remain whispers, if we are to satisfy our sensual needs.
Bottles filled with messages are brought in by rolling waves, is ours still unread?
Lovely seagulls gather on splashing rocks, watching a lonely lady who weeps,
Another heartbreak for someone who was happy in life, now completely sad;
Knowing the pain of betrayal, she will learn by error not to trust anyone again.
Enticed by desire, we must roll back onto that soft blanket and revive romance,
Totally unaware of our surroundings, we lose ourselves and become intense;
Beholding what others never do, we know that faithful lovers always win.
There's exceeding joy, an indefinite yearning to explore love in ways so new,
Neither the distant stars nor the close moon refuse to shine on a blanket for two;
Grand as ever is their presence, luminous and breath-taking is their gleam...
Onward they will slowly move, while we still embrace and continue to dream.
R emember how all things were once shiny and new,
U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.
S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,
T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!
For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”
Everlasting splendor, peaceful land of my soul.
Lasting giver of strength, smooth easy breathe.
Luster smile accompanied heaven's touch,
Earth shakes from envious shadows to the sun's
Northern spirits that hold in thy augmented whole.
Covers my heart from bloody agonies and pains,
Overwhelming blue star, never faded to grey.
Now I'm here holding on mind's filtered desires.
Coveted girl of thousand lights, hear my song of love.
Every lyrics showed before rhythm of your voice.
Portal of joy stay safe as your travel overrides,
Come unto thy precious time of golden dreams.
Internal feelings bestowed only to special thee,
Overdosed emotions just leave untouched and free.
Never fade my dearest shadow from the burning sun.
" I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . . "
Born to crawl at the ground nestled with grass and stones
Under-estimated to be just a simple legged-insect
To be at veneer, an engrossed delightful ala will come and appear from my side
Taught to possess allured chromatic colour - enrapturing fragrant pigments
Enchanting being came from within - from nowhere inside
Real captivating metamorphosis took place - wholly changed for the best
Fascinating dreams, daydreams and reality flow with the ticking of the clock
Living - giving its elegant splendid paint for the very last fall of petals in her home
Yelling...shouting - now an entrancing butterfly dreaming to be a HUMAN OF CHANGE
" Nothing's permanent except CHANGES...Practice makes not perfect but the
permanence of CHANGES. . . "
Roaring round roads raucously
Orally overtly offending operators
Acrid antagonistic adjectives aired
Defiantly daring distracted drivers
Ranting raving railing
Aggravate annoy atrocious
Gregarious gone Goebbels
Exacerbate engage enrage
All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal
Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest artisan hands
existing, cocooned, in the quiet of her living room, an urban museum...
Cannot find it anywhere, that I look,
One has it when they are born to know.
Many think they have it, from a book.
Many feel, they have it, with such glow.
Only thing that can be lost and never found,
Never to be returned, thoughts are bound.
Sense of commonality, can rule the world.
Examples surround us every day, unfurled.
Now that you think, you have not lost it.
Send this to a friend, who has not one bit.
Each day, it is gone, true revelations sit.
W...WAITING FOR THE OPPORTUNE TIME
....TO TAKE AN OPPONENT DOWN.A WITCH
....DISGUISED AS PRETTY FOR THE ENTRAP-
I...INGRAINED IN IGNORANCE INHALING
....INQUITY AND BREATHING OUT INSANITY
....ACTING LIKE SCHIZO..IN NEED OF TREATMENT.
C...CONTAGIOUS CANCER SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.
....YOUR WORDS ARE FILLED WITH DISEASED. THE
....ONLY COMPANY YOU KEEP IS DYSFUNCTIONAL MINDS
....HATEFUL AND MEAN JUST LIKE YOU...............
K..KILLER OF THE TRUTH, THE LIGHT CAUSES YOUR
...INTERNAL ORGANS TO BLEED. INSIDE OUT......
E..ENUNCIATION ENTHRRALLS THE CROWDS AT LARGE.
..YOUR ENGAGMENTS ARE ERRONEOUS. YOU CAN ONLY
...SPEAK TO THE EMOTIONS OF EROSION.......
D...DELIBERATELY SETTING THE DATE OF DEATH
Lovely is the face that smiles
On the verge of awful times;
Vigilant is the mind that has
Everlasting joy for lies;
Lonely are the ones that stay
Yelling at who contradicts their way.
Assume you have to ask questions and you
Can mess up. You
Can apologize and make it up by
Offering to help
Understand a problem and
Never pretend to empathize. Just
Treat people right
Ask to hear both sides of a story
Before making one evil, another inheriting all glory
Illustrate what you preach
Learn why things work
Indecisiveness needs to stop, make up your mind
Trials and tribulations will test your character,
Yield happiness and calm, life will be a delight.
Abstaining from anything to satisfy,
Defenseful even resorting to a lie,
Denial - you stray further and further from staying true.
Intense pleasing reaction,
Cause of senseless selfish satisfaction,
Time is wasting because of you.
Irrational placement with other priorities,
Obsession, depression, now the authorities, and still…
Never plan to go without.
This. Is. Addiction.
< Artist searching for a muse
Creativity is the key
Recant those memories
Open your heart and soul
Start spreading the news
There's poetry to be found
Inside each and everyone of us
Can't you hear the music
To the beaten drum
Whistle while you work
Or you'll snooze and lose
Jared Pickett's Contest
Perhaps you think you know P.D. well.
Or maybe you don’t, but time will tell.
Every poet has a mind to share.
Troubled, loving, or full of care.
Does she have an awesome heart?
Excellent wisdom grows from some start!
So, you think she loves slam dissing?
Truthfully, I think that she prefers kissing.
Ruthlessly rendering judgments from hell?
Oh, you don’t know her very well.
Yes, she enjoys her tacit destroyer name.
Enthusiastically promoting her poets game.
Rendering words that will generate fame.
Sometimes judgments hurt and offend.
Love on the other hand will always win.
Yesterday’s faults we try to transcend.
Loving another can make one feel shy.
Ideally, though, it is never sly.
Kindness is known whenever we try.
Everlastingly caring by and by.
A woman of passion might try to be sly.
Finding her idol in the caress of a fox.
Or destroying a poet with her playful soul, but –
Xerotic humor might just be her goal!
© January 16, 2011
Can't do everything have to learn to
Overcome resistance to help
Need love to feel you can
Thank people and return the love by
Reward good deeds, dont have to be perfect
Own imperfections and how to counterbalance them
Let yourself make mistakes
Game of golf.
Earlier than the average bear.
Ran onto the stage at four
With a golf club made
Only for little cubs.
One of a kind
Destined to become
Snead in spades.
Take me to summer of dress that is cool, sensual, and demure.
Having such memories, takes me into a realm where I was immature.
Evenings that awoke me with views of such softness, nothing obscure.
Soft wispy movements that turn all gentlemen’s heads to watch closely,
Undeniably noticing the curves that have inspired many creations,
Now, from out of our past creativity flows from silhouettes seen freely.
Daring but ever so subtle this dress, worn in leisure along in vacations,
Reveling the season it was designed and named after in natural grace.
Each time I see this attire, many emotions flow upon mind and face.
Summer warmth and subtle winds allow this to be worn at any place.
Secures power of sun, for our ladies, each dignifies femininities case.
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name 'The Sundress'
< elects not to open door by hand
looks pretty stupid too
even an grandma can do it
calling all grandma's
technology has gone to far
really really to far now
one does not need to be an rocket scientist
nor an magician
it's easy as one two three
tip your hats
look both ways
launch arms outward
and pull or push that's it
My Word Chosen Was
Entry For Dakarai Cobb's
The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
Born January 31, 1953 – Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson – Died January 30, 2048
HeRe, tell the truth,
liEs The Right Reverend Hudson
reBorn almost a century ago –
thE time was winter,
suCh long, long hours
baCk in cold, cold days
SaFety was unim-
poRtant for women
whO were married –
noNe spoke of
By God! This woman
refUsed to let that
get In the way of
her Living –
she Excelled at life
she Understood her birth
diD not define or restrict
her Self, her choices, her
lOve, her presence, or her death – she
kNew, with certainty: only truth is true!
Nota Bene – January 30, 2048 is the 100th anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination
We Thank All That Is Good She Was Here!
New year`s eve is full of activities.
Everybody praying for a year devoid of negativities,
With strong determinations,zeal and inspiration;
You can surmount your present problems with new aspiration,
Even if some goals were not achieved the last time,
Are we not alive to witness pleasant events in our prime?
Resolutions made before and new ones proposed;all just to make impact,
`Some lack discipline and attitude to refuse this old dance.
Everyone praying or hoping to see the next day which is by chance,
Very few realize that a minute to the hour,death can still act.
Every minute brings anxiety which is neither certain nor reassuring.
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
T he Almighty stood still
H eedful eyes watching the defeated lie with no will
E xcelling no more was the defeated, to stand up and fight!
C ourses of light emerged
H ailing the Almighty’s Win
I nstruments played during a march towards the woods
M elodies of happiness hailed the twin
E ager to shake the hands of their country’s brave soldier
R aising their head up high
A cknowledging their marvelous Win
‘ twas a magnificent day
S alute thy Courage and Light
D enying the fact of wining was the wood’s deep thought
E nding in a glorious Win was their resurrection of hope
A s they cheered do lively
D ancing and yelling: “The Chimera’s dead”
Yeah my name is Catherine yeah i had a hard life but when i look in a mirror i see a girl that still standing strong no matter what people say about me, no matter what people may throw at me i still have my pride in me.
And this is what my name stands for.
C is for Classy.
A is for Active.
T is for Talented.
H is for Hard.
E is for Educated.
R is for Righteousness.
I is for Impressionism.
N is for Nice but don't take my niceness for granted.
E is for Etiquette.
All who vote will have a kit to track their twice vote fingers
For voting jaunts are fun to do –Obama’s victory lingers
Rousing speeches move the crowds to switch their party’s stance
If there's cash it helps inspire the wild election dance
Camera cell phones all abound-- some legal and some not
And world reporters film it all— for violence sells hot
No one knows what will come next, but it will pay a lot
Politicians beat the Hague and beg for ever vote
On the stage they sing and clown and eat until they bloat
Little can be done to change the spectacle we see
Ill-fated U.N. reigns advice---it stays the same to me
Take a little glimpse of life in democratic form
Itchy teachers strike for pay and kids burn down their dorm
Clever pundits cast their views through newscasts on TV
Slow to see the world burn down in stark reality
When Slippery Susie starts to stare
Everson Everly is happy to share
Entices Everson yes she can
Does as she likes as she leads her man
So it seems Susie is the one
Mistake it may be or can this be done
Ordinary question where is the answer
Kicking purple heels on the floor a dancer
Enjoying the Music that they create; regardless...
During different, developmental
(Assurances are always awkward;
"The Talk" 'til I turned twenty two.
Even though everybody knows, each infant grows in a secret station
So its strong enough for the long aviation of being taken, by delivery stork, to it's home.
(This poem was written specifically for Carol Brown's "The Birds and the Bees" poetry
Jazz Concert in Centennial Olympic Park
Forever Atlanta. Forever glanced
Over older girls who forgot their age.
Rich and poor people paid no party wage;
Everyone had a funky good chance.
Variety was the spice of the prance.
Everybody was on the same page.
Rhythm and blues guitar was all the rage,
And alcohol made everyone dance.
Tuxedo wearing pimp danced with girls.
LOLA blessed us with a bit of the blues.
A hundred chocolate people did twirls
Near the stage, where they put on their dance shoes.
There was one woman that made my lip curl,
As a spark from her body lit my fuse.
It Was An Era Mankind Groan’d
Brute, Its Ruthless Fangs, Apartheid
Regime So Repressive, South Africans Moan’d
A Wail Of Laments, Less Than Slaves
O, Wept The Zulus, Aliens At Home
Where Is A Redeemer?
Where Is God?
Freedom Zealots Are Kill’d, Jail’d
Oliver Thambo, Nelson Mandela
“God Save Our Peoples”, Arch-Bishop Tutu Wail’d
And Fellow Libertarians, Ungather’d Abroad
Minutes, Years, Roll’d! Androll’d By
Where Is A Redeemer?
Where Is God?
Of Immortal Presence His Invisible Light
From The Heart Of Mandela Breath’d Forth This Torch
A Promise Of Love
A Promise Of Freedom
A Promise For Forgiveness
Virtues, Hate Or Death Could Never Overcome
In Praise And Resilience Scann’d The Minutes
In Faith And Hope Waited Mandela
In Dream Of Freedom
In Dream For Forgiveness
O, Madiba, Within Thy Ribs Beats The Heart Of An Angel
An African With Plume Of Honour
C hristopher, my name
H e is a strong man, they claim
R ugged, fearless, on my toes as always
I n the mighty palms of wits, my core lays
S urvival of the fittest and fit is Christopher!
T hen why does my heart often sob like a girl?
O h! I shouldn’t have said that! It’ll now spoil my image
P seudo-strong is my heart, trapped in a fragile cage
H elpless I feel when those emotions enclose me
E yes shed tears, speak the lingo of poetry
R egardless, Christopher is my name. I am strong, they claim!
R APING FREEDOM
R UINING THE LIVES OF
I NNOCENT PEOPLE
Eric (and sometimes not)
*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*
March like a southern university battle of the bands bayou classic styling drum-
mAjor for peace - bending over backwards on freedoms field of racial equality.
a dReamer is sleeping - but we as a people have awakened to remember and live
your dream as our reality.
you Taught us how to fight and win with
non vIolence as a movemnt.
oh my a Nobel peace prizeman
struggLed peacefully initiating
lunch coUnter sit ins - encountering violence.
even jail Time,
evil water Hoses, police dogs barking up
the wrong trEe.
this is a reveRend ordained by god!
a clergyman taKing jim crow off the menu.
his people got tIred of
trying to constaNtly stomach injustice.
rosa parks did not Get up and settle for
an indigestive preJudice plate of racist gout causing jim crow
thank god her feet weRe swelling with hurt - she stayed seated and broke
a discriminating plate.
Knowledge abound for those who seek and embrace it diligently
Now I can write Tyburn,ABC,dodoitsu,sedoka,senryu and Euphony,
Of which are not known to me and many others before
With directions,write ups and contests;amateurs are no more.
Love is abundant and infectious which is heartwarming and cool,
Extensively making Poetry soup a safe haven full of passion
Discrimination is without pedigree;an illusion not assertion,
Gathering of great brains with a common goal which is-
*Oh!poetry soup-plenty passionate people put in a pleasant place
at the peak of poetry performing phenomenal pheats.
*Dedicated to PD;please get well soon......Love O.A
In baarishon se jab bezaar hua dil
Meri ankhe sookh gayi
Aur khamoshi bolne lagi mujhse
Mere gham ka haal
Ye jo gham hai mera
Bahut pareshaan hai
Kuch samay se bas
chalta hi jaa raha hai
Thak gaya hai ye khushi
Ki baatt dekhte dekhte
Maano ankho ke neer sa
Namkeen ho gaya hai
Khushi gayi hai kahin pardes
Kisi pardesi ke muskuraahat mein kaid
Waqt ke tassavur me jaise
Kisi pehle mausam ka pyaar ho gayi hai
Dhoop ke anchal me
iktarfa sama gaya gham
Puraane samaan si
Haalat ho gayi hai
Uski bebasi dekh main roya,
Kisi haste hue paagal
Si kaifiyat ho gayi hai
Ridiculously fussing over nothing
Inventing crazy stories
Attempting to get over bed rails
Trails of body waste on the floor
Repeating questions over and over
Insisting on being toileted when they can't walk
Commanding to have their backs scratched.
Sweet souls that need to be taken care of.
My first love was happy for a while.
I mistook love for what I’m not sure.
So we split up, though lust did beguile.
Trading our life styles with no cure,
Again we tried to make marriage work.
Knowing all that we had broken clear,
Eventually we knew it was just a quirk.
Never to rest our love for a child of fear,
Life always changes people, in different ways.
Our anger, spread out by gossip and displays.
Victimless, we chose the end, in lonely plays.
Edging into new endeavors, lost in a maze.
Sponsor Dana'lynn Smith
Contest Name The Secondhand Emotion
H efting rifles or their bows the warriors gather for their hunt--
U nder tents they find repose and plan their early morning jaunt.
N othing new—this stalking craft --where meat is taken for their clan,
T here have always been brave hands that find the food since time began,
E ver have they risked their lives tho' had some fun while they were out--
R adicals may snub their nose--- but hunger’s what it’s all about.
© Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013
' Wires - Acrostic ... '
S incere, Specific
O mit Object
S ad Subject - Suspect
O pen, Optimistic
R egret - Realistic
R Reflect, Request Revisit
Y ou, Yet …
' Misunderstandings ... '
I Did Not Mean To Offend You
I Say This With Regret
I Have The Highest Regard For You
… Admire With Deep Respect
I Would Never Insult You
Or Belittle, Or Upset
Not Knowingly, Nor Callously
My Affection and You … Have Met
So, If Our Paths Cross, or Get Lost
Please Forgive, If You Can’t Forget
For The Words Of Your Soul ( Now Silent and Cold )
Still Haunt Me … Even Yet …
Tomorrow is another day
Outstretch your wings and fly
Milestones can be reached
Only if you beleive in thy self
Relic in the thought
Relax your mind and soul
Or it just won't happen
Will be put off and forgotten
Instead of achieving set goals
So bask under the sun
Ask for a little help from above
Never doubt miracles from God
Or question His motives
To make things happen
Hunger will disapate
Every plate shall be filled
Rejoice and sing aloud
Dance to your hearts content
Another sunrise is coming
You're going to just love to see
Always please you,
Never forsake you
Goes with you
Even to heaven or hell..!!
Loves and cares for you
Surely are positive
I call them ANGELS, and hang out with them...
Doesn't love you,
Even tend to cheat you
May someday betray you
Or treat you like garbage..!!
Negative and foolish,
I call them DEMONS, and surely stay away....
These are the foundations of who we are
The events of history that have occurred have served to define us as a people
And a nation !!!
Heroes were born of this tragedy
While showing the finest example of America
Strength, honor and commitment
What we are about
We shall never fall
We shall never fail
The unity of this nation is unbreakable
Eric (and sometimes not)
Sex to repopulate the planet
Objectively trying to make the world a better place
Citizens attempting to get their views heard by politicians
Irate countries at war with one another
Emptiness amongst the poor; longing for more
Technology coming to the forefront
Year after year, adding to history
I think of the years between us and
Little snippets of our journey floods my mind.
Life and all it's roads at times difficult
Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the
Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs-
Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses
Always giving way to that better me, better you
Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart
Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you
Be not afraid of what s to come
Everyone is given only what he or she can bear
Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter
Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us
Underneath it all there lies our blessing and
Redemption in the form of this friendship
For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven"
Remember is the sweetest prayer
In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment
Even as we are wrong, we are in his light
No man can take your soul, so walk
Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
Knowlage is power
Nothing can exceed it
Only in death
Will it fade
Power is evil
Another force to corrupt others
In a stranger's eyes you are a hero
Not to any other's though
Killing the problem is fruitless
Instantly after the same power returns
Leaving problems left and right
Leave it to die alone
Power seems good to gain
Against others wishes you do it
In this decision you have fallen
Now you're corrupted too
Over the civil right movement,
Oppress no creature
Tears of the heart wash away what is forgotten.
Heartaches spoil the tenacity of what to remember.
Eventually all things fade, both righteous and ill-gotten.
Our lives make choices even when we do not enable.
No-one will ever say that one person makes their mistakes.
Each one of us has held repercussions of a label.
Truth is we all lost something, though we know not what.
Hearing of others loss we feel compassion to give a lot.
Amid our own losses we harbor guilt, without thought.
Traveling, sometimes not understanding what is sought.
Great loves and friendships are forfeited, for no reason.
Our passion placed on hold, till rise of another season.
Taking tolls on our spirit, blaming all, on a certain demon.
A deficit of affection plays a role in which we become.
Women or men, whom leave or are cast, will succumb.
Another shall bring warmth, building a new rhythm.
Yea though, the one that got away shall bring wisdom.
Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Contest Name The one who got away
J is for the Jews and gents
E is for the Egyptian rebellion
S is for the sinners as saints
U is for Utopian a word that will never exist on this earth
S is for the sacrifices our conscience makes
I wrote one for each sign back in January of 2003
M arty came into my life when I had no one.
A n act of love and compassion like a father does a son.
R eally was surprised when he took a chance on an inmate.
T rusting me, understanding me and he didn't even hesitate.
Y esterday I was a part of no group, now thanks to Marty I have Poetry Soup!
A lot of people find out I'm in prison and run the other way.
N ot my friends Marty and Audrey, they are here to stay!
D efinitely not the type of people to give up easily - they are family!
A udrey found me right here on this beautiful site.
U nderstanding I needed a friend to cure my lonely nights.
D oing things for me no one else would do.
R eaching out to help me regardless what I was going through!
E veryone just don't open their heart from the start for an inmate.
Y esterday I was in hell, now I'm well, all because she did not hesitate!
*Wrote 4 Dane Ann's contest "Kindheartedness: What it means to me"....
Just a simple inbox from Mr. Freedom Writer’s Ink that’s
All it took, to
Make me think outside the box
Eventually, I tried a new thing
Shaking up the brain mater and
Making up the words
calling on his expertise,
Incongruously free reign, no rules he said to me
Now almost a year later, no
End in sight you see, still there to
Reassure the shy ones, to take up the pen
Never growing weary of urging others on,
Even when down, he lifts himself up, cause
Yesterday is gone; a new day is dawning and a new talent to unearth
*James McInerney bugged me for weeks to try and write something on his site..
Little did I know it would grow into something I would enjoy and still do, this is my way of showing my appreciation for his dedication and support*
Life is smooth-life is rude,
He stands today where yesterday you stood,
What is your today-will not be yours,
Successes are diseases-failures are the cures!
You were not as this when you were in foetus,
The buds give rise and slowly blooms the lotus,
And slowly you grew-you were born as an infant,
And again you grew-the lotus spread its scent!
Now you were a kid full of joy and life,
Everything was a game to you-you’re so innocent,
And slowly you matured-you owned responsibilities and a wife,
And at every step you changed-be it the kid or the infant!
Yesterday you looked up to your father, now you were one too,
Icy fangs blow during the winters but summers kiss the Loo,
He who was once a kid-now himself has a kid,
For every change in life yourself you sow the seed!
Now you seem to understand what you never paid heed to,
You start believing that the Bible and Kuran are really true,
And the second childishness returns when you grow old,
The amazing turn of fate-your kid will now be strong and bold,
And gradually the lotus will rise and fall again,
There will again be winter, summer and the rain!
So a keen observer wishes you to learn,
At every step our lives take a u turn,
For human life is an oblivious compact of stairs,
Where ‘all men and women merely players’,
The truth’ll never be known-hidden beneath the layers!
And every day you live-you’re drilling into the reality,
Slowly you’re getting closer but in the end you’ll see,
There is no truth-no reality-life itself is a lie,
You pass into nothingness-out of the cage, the bird’ll fly!!
G raceful ladies
E difiers of mankind daily
O ptimistic about life
R egards important duty of wife
G ifted in many areas
I dealist in life's endeavors
A visionary of the future
P leasant smile
E ye catching all the while
A dmirable in doing good
C aptivating spirit understood
H armonious outlook on life
E ngaging personalities
S mart, supportive, steadfast Georgia Peaches
Nearest to the end of the fall season we all know.
Our last look at beauty that unfolds in glow,
Visions of color falling everywhere we go.
Every wooded escape has transformed slow.
Magical colors have faded, nakedness now show.
Bare branches thrive, which nature does bestow.
Everyone awaits the freshness of the first fallen snow.
Rewinding time, nature prepares for cold winds to blow.
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER
for Paula Abdul
P-assionate dancer and choreographer,
A-n amazing singer and fashion designer
U-ses her unique talent everywhere.
L-oves her fans, how they love her.
A-n American diva and beauty she is.
Calumny is a sin which consists in maliciously attributing to another faults
detects which he did not posses
A person commits the sin of calumny or
slander when by lying he injures the good name of another
Laity is a member of the Church that does not belong to the clerical
Unity is what all people of God is supposed to be in His only Catholic
Roman Catholic Church.
Mass is given from Jesus Christ only Roman Catholic Church
New Covenant is the law and dispensation of Jesus Christ
opposed to the Old Covenant of Moses which it infinitely surpassed
Yahweh refers to the proper name of God
Pacquiao hails from GenSan
Here in Philippine land.
Inspiration to his countrymen
Loves to watch him once again
In the ring fighting ‘til the end
Punching opponent but treats him as friend
Praying in the corner, giving God the glory
Idyllic, like it was such a wonderful story
Now you know Filipinos are serenely beautiful and happy
Ease yourself for I present to you humbly,
Sovereign island country
A queen of the magazine layout for dreams,
Lady with the looks, they all want to see.
Wherever she goes they stop and stare it seems.
Angelic face, perfect smile, looking at thee,
Yes she seems happy, is it now, in some degree.
See her life, is always on display, for us to see.
One dream, for life, or until another comes along,
Nearer or farther from happiness, is this wrong.
Don’t you see behind the perfect smile that gleams?
Intimate details shown for profit not reality,
Social discloser, we live in fantasy dreams.
Pain, discomfort, so hidden in emerald eyes,
Looker, she is titled, a beautiful glitter anomaly.
Aberration, for all to aspire to become, in lies,
Yes, she’s a looker, always on display, not free.
Everything you think of involves the
Obviously things are out of control
Bearly hanging on
Every move, every thought
Say it's so...
Say my name
I am yours
Only in thought
Never to surrender
Doing what they love, all are welcome to try
Rhythms of passion fly in the night sky
Up and down the maddening notes dance
Many drink and sing as drummers are in a trance
Seducing beats are the soul of the Medieval camp
Significance is signalized by interest
Unfounded truths can damage sworn loyalty
People seem friends, but act like wolves
Praising their false deeds instead of the true ones
Rotten inside, twisting words that are so convincing
Eliminating the evidence of extraordinary things
Shimming, as demons enter their malicious souls
Shoving aside what's good, holy and blessed
In impetous haste, they suppress every truth
Naiveness is not found in their impious character
Glory they demand, but nothing they are willing to give
Tarot reading must be accurate, or curses will follow
Ruling with deception, they reduce others to poverty
Uluate they won't, to conceal their obvious unhumaness
Tyrants shake their hands and promise them prominent positions
Horace himself would have despised these impudent, unethical folks
Useless is the time
Sexual is my mind
Exhausted is my heart.
Somebody stable my life needs
Old and alone is what ill grow to be
Morning sun,i sneak off and run
Expect me to call back.never
Beautiful was our night
Orgasms couldn't have been better
Damn good i feel. cause today i learned
Yellow is the color of what isn't real
Today and everyday is worth being thankful.
Having warmth and love given is always thoughtful.
All of us should carry this feeling throughout year.
Not being thankful is just selfish, shows your fear.
Kindness should be showed to all each and everyday.
Sure, it may be tough at first, for your heart to sway.
God gave everyone a mind, heart and soul the same.
Individually we must all prepare and play the game.
Victory shall be the joy and happiness, you bring.
Inventory your heart; let your spirit free to sing.
Never let a sour soul, spoil your delightful song.
God is alive, great, awesome, he is never wrong.
Discover loving essence; make it your quarry.
Allow his honor to grace your existence and story.
You and you alone are the keeper of our Lords glory.
Enigmatic she can be.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Table set with yummy things -a
Holiday for food
Apple pie and pumpkin roll- that
Nice Aunt Donna brings
Kids run up and down the stair
Singing through the day
Giving thanks for childish things
In each and every way
Very hungry gentlemen
Inspecting every dish
Needing each a plate or ten- a
Grand Thanksgiving wish!
All my life,
Love was lost,
'Cause of my daddy,
Oh what the cost.
He must suffer,
Over what he has done.
Little do I know,
If I'll be one.
Surely don't want to,
Maybe I won't be, hopefully.
Shrine for beloved
Placed ever so gently
Resting for now
In light of shards
Transparent to naked eye
Searching for a flame
In memory of life passages
Now walking in valleys of green
Lift thy prayers
In our Father's name
Guide thy soul
Heal thy pains
Through thy body of Christ our Lord
How did I breathe before you were near?
Each lonely feeling made to disappear.
Listening to your voice is music so sweet.
Looking upon you my heart skips a beat.
Oh how this feeling changes my life.
Lost in this moment I know no pain or strife.
Our joy and promise I am certain of;
Victorious union written in stars above.
Everything I am, I give you my love.
From darkness was where creation started.
Universally life acquired existence slowly.
Light the power which gave life openhearted.
Love which came grew into passion fluently.
Coming from the power of glory as been told,
Imploding creativity of the soul so sincere,
Revolving into the black holes that appear cold,
Cycles of life may begin again, so ever near.
Look into the abyss, see not dark, see the gold.
Everything has an end, though have no fear.
Transforms the heart to a bigger size,
Raises the stakes in a relationship,
Unseals a new world for someone shunned,
Spurs confidence in the integrity of another, and
Takes effort for someone hurt in the past.
Knowledge is a gift
Never waste it.
Outstanding people can pass
Whatever challenges they have.
You may keep it
Or you may share it. But
Understand that you have to use it.
Respect is what you get and
Self confidence grows.
Excellence is what people see in you.
Live a life full of knowledge
For it will help you in your life.
Why is it we think one race or color is different at all.
Have we not seen evil and good in every facet of life?
Anyone know of any color of man or woman ever,
Tracing back in time, all have had devils and saints.
Do not propagate lies and distort one another’s difference.
I have been guilty of judging whole races just like others.
Forgetting, not all persons of one race ever feel the same.
Forgetting rulers have always made decisions for them.
Each one maybe wrong or maybe right, only time tells.
Rulers always set the tone of any fight or war conceived.
Elected freely or by overthrow, they decide the start.
Now you ask the questions of African nature as set.
Criticize I cannot do, since my statements above are true.
Every human upon this earth even Africans; have both clues.
Suffering for no reason
Wanting to give up
Always acting terribly in anger
Gracious thought has been dropped from human inhabitants.
Our hearts have become cold and distant to almost everything.
Deference has no meaning for us or any other human.
Before we can carry onward, we must remember the beginning.
Lessons remembered are the key to our future roads to travel.
Every soul must search inward to see where we are headed.
Success is truly wonderful and we have fulfilled our winning.
Success without faith is gone, and the road less traveled tortures.
America has blessed each one of us from the beginning in faith.
Mercy is upon our leaders, for they have lost the true reality.
Erasing their hearts and minds of the reality, united we stand.
Refuse greed mongers of their desires, replacing with honesty.
Individuality of the representatives was our ancestor’s goal.
Call out God Bless America in truth, faith, freedom, to all.
Anything less will be the end of whatever time we have left.
Did you see the Queen on TV
In her red royal robe
And platinum crown?
Maybe you've see her
On a stamp on a letter.
Now sixty years as our Queen
Dedicated she has been.
Join ihn our celebrations,
United as one nation.
Britain sings for the Queen
Let festivities surround
Blessed is the world because of Beethoven's music.
Escaping pain, he played piano for his father.
Enduring, to avoid the wrath of the nightstick,
Transforming musical style; never mediocre.
Hopelessly in love with his “Immortal Beloved”
Overtaken by deafness, he composed with fervor.
Victorious, despite disability…patience.
Evermore an eccentric, music played in his head.
Never quitting, he immortalized perseverance.
© November 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
FORM: Acrostic with rhyme
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ANYWHICHWAY any theme/form max of 15 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Suffering for a purpose
While working hard
Acting positively when angry
Passing time by sailing the mighty sea
Incognito we sometimes like to be
RRRR!! has always been our favorite cry
All the world is ours to spy
Treasures await us in the deep
Echoes stir as into caves we creep
Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven
Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends
Family And Friends
Mind not the past, not a thing can change;
You are unique, don't think it's strange.
As often as ever give love to all;
Don't be rude, that may be your fall.
Vicarious living- steer clear away
I know only you can lead the way.
Calm yourself, don't let life pass by
Every piece of advice- a hypocritical try.
Dawn drinks daylight.
Sunshine spreads supremely.
Briskly brightens bays and beaches.
Restless readers reclined rise up.
Freshness flashes fair faces.
Wildlife awakens watches.
Life loves lusciously.
Man makes much merriment.
Continuity continues its cyclical connection.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Feelings fail us frequently,
Even when we think we see,
Eventually draining our deepest passions,
Leading our souls to forget to ration,
Ill equip and constantly moving,
Never patient, they are always pursuing,
Going beyond what holds to be true,
Selling our hearts to an undeserving fool.
By: Sabina Nicole
Great outside light diminished
To end sad
(SAD is an illness that some people have when they don't get enough light in
the winter and some people have an additional illness to getting too much
light in summer which causes depression.)
W aiting in the dentist's chair
A piece of grit got stuck somewhere
I t seemed right in my Dentist's way
T oothpick quick, he heard me say.
I ' m just about to use the drill
N o time now to pick, must fill
G ot to wait now ten more mins.
I 'll have you suffer for your sins.
N eed to swallow speedily
T hese fumes could choke me easily
H ope that shot will numb me more
E ndless pain now, please, don't bore
D o I detect your hand now shaking
E asy Frank, be more painstaking.
N ever before I have to state, has
T his patient seemed so irate
I 'll calm her down if she'll comply
S ome valium cream, I will apply.
T his tooth I feel he can't drill through
S hi..... I feel I'm turning blue
C all my house, I must go home
H ear me out, I've begun to foam.
A re Dentist's a complacent lot
I wonder have we lost the plot
R egardless of, how much we try
S ometimes I think Oh' why was I .
T he symbol of suffering, shame, disdain
H is emaciated body for hours remained
E ternal love came and paid the ransom
C hrist Jesus, God incarnate, as man He came and chose to die
R ighteous holy, He lived among men, healing and giving abundant life
O verturned an evil plan forever that would keep man enslaved
S et in motion to completion the solitary act ensuring man’s redemption
S alvation, freedom is now assured for all who believe and repent!
A collaboration-Audrey Carey & #0459587 Jimmy M. Anderson
Respect who I am, Respect what I do, respect my love
Especially for you. Don’t be shy, don’t try to lie
Simply respect my feelings and use this in your everyday dealings
Particularly when it comes to love, express respect & passion, first, put these
Everything else will go well with you, this for a fact is true
Consider this attribute in everything you do
Tell this to others, because Respect doesn’t only benefit you.
Can you take my order now if you please?
Orange liquor would definitely do the trick.
Now don’t go away for my tale is not a tease.
Frankly no one listens. I make them sick.
Every word I say each day of my life.
Sings of rhyme to an amazing flair,
Sessions that I do speak flows to rife.
I asked an elf to give me a poetic fair.
Oh you know how mischief they can be.
Now I honestly have a problem, you can see.
Saying rhymes constantly is not an esprit.
Tell me bartender have you seen a pixie.
Oh please say that you have even if it’s risky.
A real one if you please not just any nixie.
Bartender bring me a Jack and Coke, I crave.
Another chance I need, another wish to plead.
Really, really this story is true, I swear on my grave.
To tell a lie, it would make me fall down of my lead.
Elves are everywhere; they give wishes, this I know.
Now you might think I am drunk, or need to let go.
Dear bartender you are a psychological pro.
Earnestly you know this is not a fantasy to outgrow.
Remember the ghost last week that won the game show.
Sponsor Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
Contest Name Confessions to a bartender
Teasing and loving ladies near and far
Robust are they, their mead in a jar
Over the hills their words ring out loud
Under the trees they sing tall and proud
Boasting of great adventures from their sorted past
Among the village folk, a crowd gathers fast
Dance, drink and be merry they hum
One plays the panpipes, the other the drum
Up hands clap in a mighty roar
Rise now and cheer, 'tis time to roast the boar!
Sing with us village folk, into the dawn we will soar!
Individual choices.. Identities allowed
No King to rule.. to none we bow
Determined are you to reach the top
Each of us can rise or flop
Perhaps you're one who doesn't care
Even that's allowed.. It is! I swear!
No one will ever force you to matter
Dance if you would at the foot of my ladder
Energy and drive heeds freedoms call
New recruits prepared to fall
Can we ever forget the price they pay
Ever thankful for Independence day!
Walls of remorse,windows of pain
Doors of destruction,floors of insane,
Fire of lies,water of tears,tormenting the mind of its own worst fears,
People of laughter, people who cry, people who hurt, people who die,
Loved that is lived, hate that is gone, a world that is turned with only a song
An assaisination of fasination, that only lead to amputation
The mysterys of god, and the wonders of hell, a man with no mouth with a story to tell
The mother who was beaten who drowned in her blood, cause she dismembered her children and did it for love,
The priest who was captured and held for ransom, only cause he raped another mans grandson,
The thought of a kill to even go further, the mind of a killer who's family was murdered
Only to believe iam hated by many and accept the love most will envy,
I cannot control the things that I choose, or tighten the screw that I know that's loose,
So I suffer each day. Scared to believe, we are, Our Worst Own Enemy!
She looked at me with her eyes
Healing everything even my lies
Even when I am descending
She never gives me an ending
All becomes peaceful with no pain
Not pushing her away I gain
Acting if she is my own
Never she is harder than stone
Generating pure spirit is a cure
Evening lights shine so pure
Love of all things she holds
Some love stands in time so bold
In any country
From century to century
Living together of people
Strong and feeble
Has been of paramount importance.
Countries have different ways of association
Some live in a federation
Others in a confederation.
In each case,
The system of living together
Is guided by a document
Called a constitution
It is drawn by a group of selected people.
After the selected people have agreed
On a type of constitution
It is then presented
To the people of the nation
In a referendum.
In some nations,
The people signify their intentions
Through elected members
Who represents them in parliament.
Once the document is approved by the people,
Delegated by the people,
It becomes a constitution.
...A constitution is a document
That governs the way of life
And behavior of people
Of a nation.
A constitution can be suspended
In times of emergency,
The government of the day
Shall rule by degree
And not by acts of parliament.
All loyal citizens of a nation
Respect their constitutions
As they respect their race.
H- Heart felt are my burdens,
E- Ever lasting are my needs,
A- Argumentative I seem to be,
V- Vacant are my memories,
Y- Yes it's really me.
HEAVY is what it seems.
Day At The Beach
Beautiful girls go bouncing by
Each suit designed to catch the eye
Ample bodies lean and tanned
Catch rays while lounging on the sand
Heavenly bodies to be sure
Before the young men they demure
Laughing, teasing, acting coy
Attempting to attract a boy
Neath their amber colored glasses
Keeping score as each boy passes
Emotions rising like the tide
Trying seriously to decide
Between the varied beach-boys who
Intentionally show off near you
Never letting on that they
Get giddy when you look their way
Oh if you'd just come out and play
Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect.
Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults.
Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect.
Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect.
Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism.
Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism.
Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age.
Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage.
Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before.
Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score.
Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness.
Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous.
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Cougar Effect
Here upon a chilly eve
A new year is conceived
People sing with lavish joy
Praising all the year has been
Yearly we meet and celebrate
Now what has become of us
Entails us to new journeys
Wherever they may lead, we shall go
Young and old tread new walks
Every path becomes anew
And the journeys left behind us
Remind us of who we are
(Inspired by Carol Brown's contest, "HAPPY NEW YEAR")
Sidewalks and skate parks;
Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
and being called a punk.
Tail taps and grip tape;
and tricks that take spunk.
Exercise that is ramped up;
balance in a curve.
Backflips and Bearings
now don't loose your nerve!
Ollies and wallplants
it's no passing fad.
acid drops and nosestalls
Not just boys being bad!
Ramps under carports
and falling and pain.
Daring and doing tricks
again and again
and Five Oh grinds
Nollies and ledges
and friendship that Binds.
Go away Mr. Policemen: Just let us be.
Skateboarding is not a crime!
So let us Skate free!
Overrun, overcome, overthrow
Victory is living out the day
Ethnic cleansing the result as
Reign of terror is the product of
Terrorism that spawns within dictatorship
Human annihilation by rebel armies in control
Extreme measures employed to halt third-world
Regimes acquiring a foothold in democracies, the
Enemy is looking in from over there my fellow
Countrymen, the enemy is at our gates.
For everyone there is freedom of choice
Remember that everyone has a voice.
Each person has liberty forever more.
Exemplary words will always be the score.
Do not hesitate to say what’s on you mind.
Only remember the goal, be careful and kind.
Make every effort to not block out and be blind.
Take your respect and share with all humankind.
Our freedom managed, on what others find.
Choose to impart your words, on others you see.
Have enough will power for theirs to remain free.
Our freedoms are shared with everyone in agree.
Our freedoms always gave, in total degree.
Since the statue in the bay, so given us to be,
Each person’s guardian, receptor, she’s lady liberty.
View my image, here begins the trance
All fear me, my hunger gives you no chance
Many do not see me, they are not aware
Pure of heart, you must beware
I fly silent, you sleep in your room
Roaming eternity forever, it is my doom
Eyes coldly watching, I will wait for you in my tomb
Lost was poor Mathilde, caught between two worlds.
Everything she possessed was inadequate, not even a gown that cost 400 francs
Could satisfy her endless greediness.
Only a necklace that she borrowed from a wealthy friend, only a necklace of
Lust and dear jewels pleased her. Mathilde thought she was forever happy, and
Lost was the necklace after the dance was over.
In return, poor foolish Mathilde spent 10 years returning its cost until she found..
Everything was gone in vain, and the necklace was as fake as she !
Remember my friend, even the most expensive things, will never make you truly
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it
Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week
You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning
Little Pun For The New Me
Happy New Year's All
Also Entry For Carol Brown's
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL
S somehow, some people seem to strongly, wrongly believe
T that in the whole of universal time and space
A aliens do NOT exist and life flourishes in no other place
I it's only earth that's birthed a seed to breed
R real waste of space if that's the case
W we can't be the only ones, ever to have breathed
A all throughout eternity only earths borne race?
Y you must agree with me, it seems a notion most ill conceived!
T the marvels this cosmos holds, resplendant rings of ice, majestic moons of gold
O or Olympus Mons super volcano, or constantly quicker than light, the Neutrino
T too many stars, I always lose count as they twinkle and dance
H high up above me, wonder thrills with each fresh glance
E evolution? A steady state? Maybe God's Creation? Or quite by chance?
S some things hopefully could not be
T the whole of outterspace, for example, being empty
A another habitated planet? Or just lost humans lonely pipe dream
R really is a big universe, to have all alone
S surely something else, somewhere else, may also call it home?
Raw, rustic and full of charm.
A man who can do no harm.
Never complains of feels dejected.
Does what in needed and expected.
Young at heart, calm and warm.
TLH © 05-24-2012
Peace on earth I cherish so much without doubt
Even if rancour exist between many nations
Active participation in peace talks brings about
Cumulative efforts to end external aggressions
Existing between the Jews,Palestinians and other nations
Orchestrated by selfish interest,religious bigotry and favoritism
Now is the time to shun racism,ethnicity and neocolonialism
Expanded programs on maintenance of peace would be a good notion
Action must be taken against leaders who commit genocide secretly
Reports made on any country producing weapon of mass destruction
The superpowers must demonstrate love by conceding more to really
Help the poorer nations to overcome their economic quagmires.
Crabs and Dip will
A huge bloody
Soon and very soon
Dip will be severely
Injured and crawling to
Pray to God that's all.
Angry with themselves,
Lost all hope,
Can't go without a drop,
Overly aggressive at times,
Happiness is gone from their life,
Only thing they live for is poison,
Liver cancer is more than likely,
Inhibitors do not help the situation,
Can't see that they need help,
Self control, along with self esteem, is lost.
HAPPY New Year
Happy hours whole-heartedly hold to habitual hilarities.
Abandoned attitudes and aspirations are assessed as antiquity.
Party partakers posing for pictures postpone philanthropy.
Preliminary performances playfully present pasts poetically.
Yesterday's yearnings yield to Yuletide yelps for yonder years.
Necessity notices not nations’ nicest New Year's nights.
Elegance eludes excessive extravagance effectively.
Waste not… Want not… Work lots… Win!
Yesterdays years yielded yellow-yarrow yawns.
Every exploration envisioned endless eons.
Annual ambitions are articulated, and appraised.
Resolutions 2010 respectfully resolve righteousness rules!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 20, 2009
Smiling every day makes people wonder
Making them interested in what you are and represent
In a manner that gives them no clue
Life is but a few step of laughter and happiness
Energy that’s never a waste is smiling everyday
While people wonder it makes you simple
It makes you feel important when you get a smile back
Then you also wonder
Healing wonder that’s what a smile is
Making life simple but very interesting at once
Even making it fun
D-on't think your better
I-t wont just go away
C-an't stop what I started
T-he me I love
I- know you hate
O-only if it wasn't...
N-ow a part of me.
By: Julie Hillier
Disbelief is what ran through my mind on this day.
Is this really happening?
Shocking is how I felt, as tears streamed down my face
Battered, were the buildings and the people rushing to help others
Everyone running, crying, screaming and dying.
Life ended, yet started that day. Pulling together for the good of others
Incredible heros were made that day.
Elated is how I felt as people were found alive, one by one.
Forever sad, for those innocent people that lost their lives that day
Assured to find a muse
Penmenship must be at its best
Relaxation and motivation is needed
Inspirations will be its bounty
Let the world discover its tale
Tribute To All Poets
Remember April Is
May You All Find That Muse
If you listen to the words of this song your soul will display.
Nearer to the truth of faith, will all the words show truth.
Do it in the name of Heaven, be justified in the end.
Every time I recall this line, my heart flutters in dismay.
Lost treasure on mountain, to die for it would be uncouth.
Intelligence to be your guide, all their treasure would send.
Building greed and destruction, sharing was offered to all.
Let peace shine upon the earth, good will and love to all men.
Every war has been fought for good, though it served only sin.
“One Tin Soldier” is the song that had an everlasting thought and impression upon my life.
Showering new flakes over the land
Now opening sites of white blankets
Over wide lands and valleys to ski
Winter’s snow is ever falling for me
Dedicated to the memory of my poet friend Ralph Zimmer who was a member of
Prior to my first glance, I had no destined direction.
Reality set in after your touching warm embrace.
Each new cuddle touched off a new infection.
Darling, I shall always remember your placid face.
I was alone and withering until your first hold.
Love was not a word that I have ever known.
Eagerly your contact, reveled me from the cold.
Caring ways that you possess, so closely shown,
Taking me back to my youth of hopeful desires,
I have been awarded now more than I deserve.
Our personal alliance has been enriched by fires.
Now and forever, our friendship shall us both serve.
Liars (an acrostic and rhyme)
by Amy Swanson, Nov. 2008
Look into my eyes, tell me the truth for once - a lie
Is all it ever was, I know that now.
Although my love for you runs deep, my soul
Retreats from your caress; you have
Shown me you are just another one of many liars.
Liars always seem to know
exactly what to do;
they'll say whatever it might take
to make you think the lie is true.
In deceit they spin their webs
of never-ending lies,
and get so comfortable with it
they'll look you in your eyes
and make it seem so real, and true,
the words they say could make you weep;
but they are simply con-men,
the masters of deceit.
However, there will come a day,
when they no longer can atone
for loved ones will no longer listen
and they will wake to find they are alone.
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!
Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called
Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is
about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love
it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be
the topic of the poem. It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the
beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being
used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a
complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It’s also recommended to use
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally,
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and
last letters of each line are the same.
This get my goat; but my
Tiger, my lion, my ape, and entire jungle!
Having people use their "intelligence" to make you feel stupid.
A two-year old child's smile can solve more problems
Sentence that comes out of their
A certain desire to
Reach out and choke them into silence overwhelms me at times; but, knowing
That not answering them can shut them up is the "smartest" thing to do.
errors and excuses
repeated every day
over and over again
second place~ a hard space to fill
in tiny drops I die
over and over again
never to heal ~ the erosion of my soul.
Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul
Memories Was My Topic
Tribute To My Brother Gary
Human, is part of the word humane.
Universally, we should all be human.
My worries are; have we become insane.
Animals are to be treated, the best we can.
Nearer to God, we should be without distain.
If you mistreat an animal, that would be inhuman.
Tell me why, we allow so much worldly, human pain.
Yet, we all strive to save animals, with much acumen.
Every one of you must listen carefully to me.
Time told a story that we all began to mimic.
Each day became the same, losing our Ta Da.
Rightfully we all went separate ways and far.
Not one, but two kept your hopes by praying.
Amazing watching them go and watching all!
Like you I was in disbelief without my Ta Da.
Goodness gracious Lord Almighty I made it in.
Rare I tell you all marveling too when I’m near.
Astonishing sights left behind but ahead a gate.
Come here come now Wallah wants me to meet,
Especially conquering this amazing life of fate!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Desires to be a better person.
Reaching up high even when feeling low.
Everyday going after what you want.
Always working diligently.
Motivating yourself to seeing,
Success streaming as a river.
The name says it all!
Black symbolizes darkness.
People's mind are filled with madness.
pushing, shoving, pulling .
Sleeping in front of stores what for?
Prices are cheaper but is it worth the struggle.
You're taking hold of our people.
Lord take control!!
There's something much greater, that's taking the focus off of you.
When you're the one who gives us the health to work and strength to go on.
You have strong hold on our people and need to let go.
Cause our reedimer lives.
By: Alice Maragh
Sluggish and settled
or softened with age
Low speed and laid back
a lagging old sage
Overdue and overwhelmed
out of order and old
Wound down and weary
but her heart is pure gold
What makes you crazy?
Is it because what you like to wear
How you wear your hair
Or could it be where you reside
Or could it be your actual body size
Could be that you speak in a different style
Or that when you speak its always foul
Could it be that you have children of 20 plus
Or could it be that you mistaken love for lust
Because people are so blind
People tend to cast your part before you audition
People need to open their minds
Open their ears and listen
Judge people on their personality
Not what you hear, their appearance, or how they speak
Because in reality
Nobody can determine a freak
Whimper in our depths of pain and sorrows
Hating people who do not return things that they borrow
Yelling and screaming is so narrow
Waking up and smelling the stench of decay
Haling things out that stinks you may
Yielding to those who are in disarray
Walking away from all the troubles
Healing the person who you hurt doubles
Yes to all the problems of each that turns in to bubbles
Weathering the outrageous people who speak to you
Holding on to words that just says a few
You deciding what you can do to give people a clue
Bewildered with beauty and grace
Evaluating my own self's worth
Reminiscing of my times of sorrow and happiness
Neatly packaged with a delicate label of feeling
Acceptance of my failures and achieving my goals
Devoted to motherhood and correcting my flaws
Excited of the little things in life that bring so much warmth and joy
Thoughtfulness towards others and understanding to the fullest
Tenderness with love and caring and a gentle touch
Enlightened by my mother's words of wisdom and undying love
Before you say you failed again, you must start.
Even before pride can be lost, you must try.
Tell me you have begun, without any part,
Realize that waiting is not enough for a cry.
Again you say, tried I have and failed myself.
You must commence an action for it to fail.
Early on, we learn that pride sets on a shelf.
Dear sweet one; you have my faith for sale.
Another year has passed; I shared your burden.
Gaining hope; expecting some movement at first.
Ageless drug obligation in youth an overburden,
I had faith, funds of love, I made matters worst.
Now betrayed, I await downfall, I unburden.
for contest by Olusegun Adelana
Dear heart the love of my life and more,
I adore your eyes that shine when you smile.
After I look deep within I know the score.
My arms long to hold you in loving style.
Our past lives, guided, always intertwined.
Now we have rekindled our affections true.
Diamond in the rough, I could always find.
I pledge my life, light, laughter and love to you
Now and forever, I request to taste your lips of wine.
Tell the spirit of love, what we plan to do.
Hearing every note of our song-playing fine,
Each day of our life together, just us two,
Reveal of our passion, never needed for anyone.
Our adoration flies from our faces upon this earth.
Universes watch in awe, our devotion won.
Graciously we have bonded in a lifetime of worth.
Having our souls blessed by treasures by the ton.
Another holiday season.
Lots of success.
Legacy being built.
People may hate on me.
Refuse to let them shake me.
All things work together for my good.
In Your plan for my life.
Seeds being sown.
Everyday is a winding road.
So, I’ll roll with the punches.
Tough days I had this year.
Owe mighty praises to You mighty Father.
You helped me do things that I never thought I could do.
Only You are the key to prosperity. You Father,
Unlocked the doors that I had locked due to my negativity.
Can it survive without hope, honor, and compassion?
Intensifying anger, prejudice, and fright, in any fashion,
Validates the corruption, destruction of the human race,
Insecurities fear, and dishonor is what we must face.
Learning to collectively share, stop the bigotry now.
Individualism completely supported, with a solemn vow.
Zeal for togetherness, love, and consideration for all,
Acting civilized only is the key to humankinds fall.
Telling each other we are cultured will not make it so.
I am not sure that the human race can rise from its low.
Only living each day refining ourselves, will find the key.
Now and onward of tomorrow will the true enlightened see.
Scenery so awesome
Captured by seasons
Thrilling and pleasing
Land of lochs
Nation of Bravehearts
Amazing lands that welcome dreams
Manufacturer's of many themes
Ever ending in thought, to people free
Richness in comfort, to her people pray she
Invited us, to live on her lands
All of US
Public opinions that
Undermine the ground on which we walk
Bedeviled only be enticing jeers
Emotions that are vexing are laid-out with a cuss
Ranting & raving "The world is out to get us!"
Taking in sustenance over parental spiels
You've not forgotten how it feels?
Let them stare, let them glare, I really don't care,
I have you, you have me, oh how we make the perfect team.
Cause I dont't care what other people think as lont I LOVE YOU..
C herish and maintain
H ope and faith
I n God our Father
L ord of all creation who rules
E ternally in every situation
FOR THE PEOPLE OF CHILE- hold on to your faith, regardless!
H -is for Home: a place where one should be able to go when there is no other
place of refuge; a place of love, safety, solace and warmth. A place where all
live for God, and God lives in all. A place where "I" is given a back seat when
necessary for the "unity" and "strength" of All. A place where selfishness does
not play a dominant role; and jealousy and envy if seldom heard of as Love
should guide each thought, each word and deed, making certain for an
atmosphere of harmony and peace.
O -is for Open-mindedness: a trait each individual family member must possess
because opinions of a diverse nature will be expressed and must be taken
into respectful consideration; none to be overlooked or belittled or thought light
of or considered to be less important than another. Each one should be able
to express himself/herself without fear of being disowned or made to feel
inadequate or inept for that expression. Open-mindedness leaves the lines
of communication open for discussion that all may always feel welcome no
matter how those differences may manifest themselves. Open-mindedness
saturated in Love and influenced by Truth will keep Unity alive and family
M -is for Mindful: every member being motivated or encouraged to respect each
other and each other's personal property; do not haphazardly, unconsiderately
take "undue" advantage of another family member; if unsure about that
members thoughts on a certain subject or belongings, don't forget to Ask and
then in love, accept the resulting answer whether it's in your favor or what
you want to hear or not. Being mindful and considerate of others promotes
greater family Unity and division(destructive) will be non-existent.
E -is for Encouragement, edification, and empathy: each one should encourage
the other; edify or lift up; praise the other as well as be empathetic- be able
to place yourself in another members' shoes. Never assume anything! Be
sure of all things before making any major analysis of another member, or
making any criticism or judgment. As best as is possible, make Love the
central dominating power so that any word said from any thought con-
ceived and any deed done will be in direct correlation/alignment with what's
proper, decent and right.
H-O-M-E: Right prevails; Truth excels!
High heeled leather pumps; the best will only do
In all different styles and colors; the most brilliant of hues
Gorgeous diamond jewelry; a temptation not to resist
Hone my very essence and surely enhance my wrists
Managing hair appointments; a color and highlight is a must
Angelic to the naked eye; beauty is what we lust
Imperfections not visible; expensive makeup applied to disguise
Neiman Marcus and Marshal Fields; fully stocked with vital supplies
Tanning bed awaits; a special bronzer first I must get
Enriched with vitamins and minerals; top shelf purchase let’s not forget
Nylons hosiery and lingerie; Victoria’s Secret now exposed
A variety of silk and satins; frilled with lacy garnished bows
New car smell in the air; a fast sporty convertible is what I seek
Candy apple red with adorning leather seats; all which I bespeak
Exhausting idea of being a perfect wife; beauty's the weakness on this path of life
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Charming, like her name
Against all odds, her spirits never wane
Ready to laugh…and to cry, to give and to share…
Of little things she has, with everyone ‘cos she really care
Like diamond, bright and precious…for love is in her blood
Beauty beyond compare, knowing her I am truly glad
Rare creation, like her writings without flaws, so pure and true
One, two or three…and there you see…she’s always free, just for you
What I learned, from her, is to be humble, for not to stumble in search of fame
Now and forever, she will always be Miss Carol Brown… charming, like her name
Gemini is the third astrological sign traits show they are
Extrovertly masculine and positive
Mercury is their ruling planet And they are
Imaginative to say the least
Norse Gods Loki Freyr and Freyja is associated with
Inquisitive intellectual and mentally oriented minds
G E M I N I T H E T W I N S
May 21st - June 21st
Hear the ramblings as the count down now begin.
A few seconds later toasting with champagne or gin,
Pressings tender kisses upon loved ones lips.
Preparing for a new year with precious tips,
Yes, we all make a promise to stop something.
Nearer to our loved ones, our heart does sing.
Even the children at home, watch the ball drop.
Wearing pajamas celebrate, drinking milk or pop.
You and I my dear we kiss and hug for our love so.
Every year the same though we find a different glow.
Again, this year, we find ourselves growing old.
Realizing that our faith and love, worth more than gold
Bringing real sight without any distraction in ugliness or beauty,
Lonesomeness enhances fields of view unseen by you and me.
I could never imagine a life without vision, nothing to see.
No colors or even light only darkness captured for eternity.
Dealing with what you never had is one thing so differently.
Nearer to simplistic ways, other senses tackle infinity.
Exceptional touch becomes the brains perception for thee.
Senses endure, and compromise, for suited degree.
See truly with your heart and soul, in all things that will be.
Let’s just face it.
Our Saint’s are marching in the Super Bowl
Underdogs for 43 years
It’s our time to cheer
Since jazz was born in our state a century ago
It’s going to be a celebration
A year of new beginnings for a
New generation of Louisianans’ to share
A Super Bowl win and celebrating jazz turning a century.
We just had a major disaster five years ago
Our faith in our state and team was
Never shaken you can’t fade us
The tables have turned over by wind stronger than Hurricanes
Betsy or Katrina, we are declaring an
Everlasting victory and a legacy of loyalty
That will be passed on to our future as the
History of the Who Dat Nation
Educating our youth of the boot that
Success is what you make of it, we won’t
Always be down, keep on trying, and be
Motivated and just no matter what
Expect the best and worst to occur to end up victorious for being laborious.
emotional velocity halted..
safe and secure.. spiritless..
Layers of pain.. eclipse
and enclose..restricting ..
Languish not behind the wall..
surrender to the magnitude of emotion..
Escape the enchantment of safety..
passions unleashed.. fireworks erupting
Delight in the wonder of Love..
thrill to the sensations of life!
~ rejoice as the bricks tumble..
~ shout as the wall falls....
Take these thoughts within your mind.
One should know what suffering is.
Realizing if you are questioning the act,
Then it must be cruelty in some form.
Universally if it causes suffering at all,
Reality is that the act must be torment.
Exacting the realization, this act is, Torture
Instincts and thought always mess up one another
Wondering how it could be possible, that we are the only living beings in the universe
All words put in my head from people that have no expanding imagination
Nuisances are those who search for more than a sights in the sky
Trying to diminish our questions and doubts
Travel to the ends of the earth and nothing could ever be proven
Oblivious we are so we shouldn't be opposing of the idea
Every one has their own words on such a assumption
Vary are the people that agree, or the ones that want to be known
Every day the question is: ARE WE ALONE?
Euphony of poise
Languidly impressed upon the minds with
Ease and social graces
Gesturing magnificently with liquid hands
And setting the room afire in interest
Never needing to condescend while
Creating an atmosphere of dignity to
Entrance normalcy to the height of irrepressible combustion.
(Written about and dedicated to my mom, who,
being the embodiment of elegance always,
passed away 7/11/07)
My life, oh my life, is graced by
you, who taught and inspired me to look at the
past to construct my future; letting me sail, with you
on the warm river of your heart that
each day I learn to ignore rejection. Ah,
this is why I love you!
from my heart to y’all, who made me what I am now.
Believed at first to be a mirage
Ripened imagination starved
Easily blurred to the mind's embrace
Absolute beauty in word and face
Taste of perfection to life the air
Hasten to see her, to find her there
True to your mind at it's first embrace
Absolute beauty in deed and face
Kissing the soul at the core of words
Innocence captured, but rarely heard
Now is the moment to thank the sky
Given to love, in the blink of her eyes.
A- April's National Poetry Month
P- Part of every year
R- Ready for it's heart felt punches
I- It's rarely not held dear
L- Love is what it brings to me
"April" is my favorite month out of the year
My name is Ruth Courtney and my first poem on Poetrysoup was APRIL, I wrote it in April my second poem posted GOODLUCK was honored as a highlighted poem right after. I enjoy Poetry Soup contests, mail and conversing with fellow soupers.
Fling it over that way baby!
I said that way.. over there!
Shoot! you didn't fling it where I said!
How do you know there aren't fish there..
I saw one jump just a minute ago!
Never listen to me.. I'm just a Woman!
Good thing I didn't want fish!
First and Last time I bring her with me!
I know how to fish!!!
She did NOT see A fish Jump!
How does she know where the fish are?
I always fish here..
Now I have an EXPERT along!
Good thing I didn't want to catch any fish!
Human being’s mind rhyme
A moment of undefined time
Interacting with a fine chime
Kissing the fruit of a wild lime
Understand nature’s sublime
Courage and boldness we have forgotten in these days.
Our ancestors had only future expectations to live for.
Maybe, we have slaughtered the ideas; they had in a way.
People relaxed and comfortable, nothing new in store,
Laziness of no dreams or desires; we have it all today.
Anxious not for any changes, let us keep it the same.
Centuries of ruins would not exist, if they had no fire.
Expressing nothing that we have now, without a game,
Now think; where we would be, without their simple desire,
Trapped with no mechanics, science, or exploration aim,
Dreams are what made us, this so-called great nation.
Everyone wants to fight progress, save the past notion.
Salvation of our ancestor’s greatness is in information.
I want to preserve historic ideas, creations in contemplation.
Relics, continued treasure, do not forget about expansion.
Events from the past show we are full of personification.
Secure the now, and then stand firm for forward motion.
May I take this time and forever more to say I love you?
Your tenderness is that to which no one knows except I.
Victory was mine the day that you came into my heart true.
Always my feelings will grow as the sun rises to the sky.
Letting me share your life and love until beyond the end of time,
Expressing my love for you is always a tremendous celebration.
Now that we have wed and taken words that were so sublime.
To share a life forever thru hard times and good in this creation,
Individuals, we are bound together with love and devotion.
Nearer and nearer we will grow with ever flowing emotion.
Each other bound as one, beyond unnatural or natural commotion.
To those whom ask for nothing
Here and now, I give you
Every mans suffering
Lay me down never to rise again
As I give to you
Closure before it begins
Knowing only this will salvage your truth
Receive the gift
Of your saddened angel
Stand, be blessed upon thy lips
Embrace my end
Gosh, the man knows about almost everything
Under the sun - existence, cosmos, spirituality,
Religion, you name it, but I really wonder why
Until now he is so incredibly poor and ordinary.
C_ourageous, consistent, constant, constrained by Love.
H_onest, holy, humble, holding fast to the Word of God.
R_ighteous, reborn, regenerated, renewed and restored.
I_nstructed in righteousness, immortality assured.
S_anctified, sincere, submissive, self-controlled, secure, saved by grace through
T_ruthful, thankful, thoughtful, trusting God's Will to be done in His name.
I_mperfect but daily seeking for perfection, improving inwardly by the Spirit.
A_nointed, appointed, an holy vessel of praise and thanksgiving.
N_urturing, noble, new life with and in Christ-
S_tanding, stedfast, immoveable, always abounding in the Word and Work of the
God of all Creation and Christ Jesus our Lord.
Tides wash over painted toes.
Rum rains down;Reptiles sun.
Ocean waves; Oracles with desired lies.
Palm treed Paradise with insects.
Islands with beautiful barefooted influences
Careless days and nights; secret caves and coves.
Abundant atmosphere; fruited alcohol attractions.
Lovers under the lagoon's night sky.
~ ~ ~ Leafy layers of Tropical Life.
Foul smells of secrets and lies exist in the
Rarified air of
Gentry whose lives
Rarely encounter those
Nose wrinkles of disgust, as they
Count on their perfumed cover to
Engulf the real truth.
Generally regarded with a squeamish
Enigmatic perspective by those who are
Not one and those who are seldom
Insinuate this characteristic themselves
Unless called upon to demonstrate a new
Scintillating discovery shouting, "Eureka, I am a genius."
Perhaps it's just to soothe a soul
Unless it's more to stretch a goal
Regardless, it's something we're all born with
(Perhaps, some more than others...)
One day it absorbs our shifting thoughts
Slips it's wet hands into all we've got
Endless as the dreams we've constantly sought in sleep brought thick by daylight...
Socializing, all day, until the cockcrow appears
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, with his peers
Brilliant suits, perfect look, for the lovely dears
A busy body…......here and there, lots of cheers
Rich in emotion, poor in action, everyone hears
Interesting life….....champagne, wine and beers
Tick tock tick tock, says the clock, lo......., it gears
It’s first to arrive, late to leave, some disappears
Chitchat….chitchat….the hosts, almost, in tears
J ust as if we have not sinned
U nited with Jesus
S et to reign a thousand year
T ransformed by new birth
I inheritance of grace gifts
F ellowship with the Holy Spirit
I mmanuel ,God with us
E ternal life assured
D eath defeated
Prone to debating every insignificant dot, mark and comma,
Energetic, talkative demagogue on every subject and dogma,
Trapped by a belief that you have the last word on everything,
Truth truly escapes you now in your fanatical pursuit of a win.
In your desire to appear knowledgeable in every legal matter,
Freely you cite precedents not relevant to the circumstances.
On things that really count you have none to give except your
Gargantuan shyster ego that recognizes no limit in its excess.
Go then to the canyons and there debate with your own voice -
Empowering it, fueling it, then stoking its fire - until it finally
Reverberates across space before coming right back at you.
Mindlessly meandering, lost in a cloud, this creature so pitiful,
Unto the shell retreating, seeing ghosts though there is none;
Zilch! nothing is truly new to his endless, tiresome monotone
Akin to conversing with his own solitary reflection on the wall;
Kiddo, wake up, there is more to life than constantly whining.
Edify this beating heart
Nulify my fears
Dreams spill into reality
Underneath my climbing years
Race me to the finish line
Ask me if I care
Nurture the impossible
Contain the pain to bear
Endurance is the cloak of beauty we all deserve to wear...
C atastrophic, disastrous, in which
O ne is impelled blind,
N othing can define wrong from right,
S ickening, discharging insanity,
C onstructing the destruction of mind,
I mprisoned reality, in which words are destined to lie,
E luding the truth, for humanity lives to deny,
N o empathy, for no honesty lives to sympathize…
C alling for the nothingness, as we
E xpect to realize…
“Sorry, coach, I messed up the play,” said the sweating cager.
“No problem, son,” replied the coach, promptly benching him.
After the game was lost, the poor chap received all the blame.
Failures in life are always followed by a lot of finger-pointing
Until you say ‘enough is enough’ and simply leave the scene.
L: living lovable, letting incense of love
O: overcome the heart’s desires while
V: vibrant lovable vapors capture the soul
E: exquisitely, for everlasting, with love
Daylight almost always found you
~ Bible in hand rocking by the fire.
Already you had done more than some
~ men do in a day and were about to leave for work.
Doing the work of two men Half your age
~ a factory slave for most of your life.
Daring to marry a young 'un they said wouldn't stay
~ staying together to raise eight. Praying us grown.
You left to soon you know. That Sunday before day
~ Bible at hand, Sitting in your chair. One Last I love you.
I wanted to tell you so many things.
~ I wanted to ask you more questions.
Longing for you. Sometimes I smell your cigar
~ and I feel that you are near.
One of the cool breezes I feel touch me.
~ If I turned would you be there?
Very Likely wearing that Dark green sweater
~ that Mama knitted and you wore so often.
Every day I think of you rocking
~ eyes sometimes closed but not asleep.
Yes, I know you loved every one of us.
~ your children, your brothers, sister, Wife.
One day, we are taught, that we will meet again
~ in Heaven where some circles will be broken.
Until then we miss you Daddy. Mama is lonely
~ and I just wanted to say Daddy I love you!
Acid mark skin
Rents confidence in two
Crow if you must about your self-importance that
Only you with your oversized ego could surely dig.
Come on, man, be real, who are you trying to fool,
Keeping everybody believe that you are that great.
And to think that you have lost all past battles,
Little or big, that you managed to wage thus far.
Out of here and back to your stinking hole,
Rotten old fool with no record to boast about.
Until you finally qualify to rub elbows with
Men way above your sorry state, be quiet!
Loyalty gone sour.
Enabled against our friends.
Usually portrayed as faith.
Stranded to the aknowledged.
Erased love between two people.
Cunning without doubt
Her ways of doing things -
Innocent seeming, sweet even,
Charming at a glance but really backstabbing.
And foolish him oblivious to the trap she set up,
Not seeing below the surface of her pretty exterior.
Every now and then comes a loser and the loser is him,
Raging at all the chances lost falling for her mirthful guile.
Youthful Samson brought to the ground by Delilah's trickery.
A blessed greeting, intended, for all
How sweet it is, for, it comes from my soul
Of my acceptance, of you, depart not, from my call
Let not your ignorance, of me, betray your own soul
Your earthly knowledge, depend not, lest you fall
Kiss me in spirit, as I greet you, with a holy kiss
Inspire…and live in my righteousness, my body
Soul for soul, welcome me, with a holy kiss
So that you regain life, by being inside, my body
There shall be marrying and giving in marriage. There shall be planting,
Harvesting, buying, selling and building, and there shall be
Eating and drinking in the day when the Son of man is revealed; so, then,
Remember lot's wife.
After hearing the warning with chance to escape she was mindful of the
Possessions and livelihood of Sodom, which she treasured in her heart, and
Turning herself to look back she became a pillar of salt; so let not him
Upon the house whose gods are inside and Him in the field consider anything to
Return back to take it away in that day, for those who are gravitated towards
Earth shall be left, but those who look up shall be taken to where their treasure is.
On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin
Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince
Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea
Rushing into the basement, to iron master’s plea
Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door
Every morning, sister’s scrubbing a marble floor
As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers
Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders!
Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love
Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above!
Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn
I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home
Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight
In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late
Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea
Of things, be honest and true, and as always be!
Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood
Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God
Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife
Keep the spirits high; for it’s just a temporary life
Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms
Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes
Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine!
Dedicated to all OFW
..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep
the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!
Voluptuous, tempting the heart of each man she meets
Inviting, telling him to come and partake in her treats
X-citing, lighting fires along her way as she seduces
Eager, always wanting more from the men that she chooses
Needing the touch of the men she so tempts in the day
So they won’t want for more and ever turn away
S- incere attempts to understand.
I- mediate love and care.
S- hares pain and fear.
T- ells the truth and sacrifices lies.
E- ncourages in everyway possible.
R- eaches out to share many a tear.
Flag of two, side by side, of red, white and blue
In thirsting heart of thine, let God’s words shine
Let not this symbol of two, suddenly, be in blue
In the land of apples, dwell peace-loving people
Pearl of the Orient, with a pure and natural scent
It’s blended, in your blood, be happy and be glad
No one can take; keep it safe, for your own sake
Of all good things you gained, use it, not in vain
Arm with courage and wisdom, from native Juan
Molded and taken care, by hospitable Uncle Sam
Ever be grateful of life, and defend it against strife
Run not from trouble, but, mend it by being noble
In the eyes of all, we can stand tall, being humble
Color of skin, white or brown, never forget our kin
Ah! My brother and sister, live in the spirit of two
No Fil-Am, without the grace of our Sam and Juan
For poet J.B, my Fil-Am brother
Tides wash over painted toes.
Rum rains down; Reptiles sun.
Ocean waves; Oracles with desired lies.
Palm treed Paradise with insects.
Islands with beautiful barefooted influences
Careless days and nights; secret caves and coves.
Abundant atmosphere; fruited alcohol attractions.
Lovers under the lagoon's night sky.
Leafy layers of Tropical Life.
Great is the reward
Of the pure in heart. Their
Deeds done in truth
Will follow them
Into Life after
Life everlasting and
Life in this time. They will
Indeed - But with many persecutions.
So continue doing unto others
Even as you would have them do unto
You, especially to those
Of the household of faith and to those who
Revile you and as you
Lay up these treasures
In Heaven, you will heap coals of Fire upon