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~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~
When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!
Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree
Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show
A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart
Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!
I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh
Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand
Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?
Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream
Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down
She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain
Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!
We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1
A poet I highly recommend
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~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets
Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.
Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.
Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock to nest me in my denim blues shorts.
A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.
Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.
A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.
The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.
Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting for dusk to embark.
Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.
A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.
Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless
As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.
Walking softly on the evening sand.
I can feel the softness of you hand.
I don't need to try and find the words to say.
Enjoying things that make me feel this way.
The sand feels so loose beneath our feet.
This moment in time makes me feel so complete.
Looking across the water as the sun slowly dips.
Like a huge animal that's bending down to sip.
I can smell your sweet fragrance with you so near.
The winds faintest of whisper ringing in my ear.
Forever in time, this moment stands still.
Aching to hold you so close, that's how I feel.
A walk on the beach, hand in hand, like we just met.
There's just nothing like it, we are sharing the sunset.
-Not for any contest
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Waves are rolling kids laugh silly
Off my feet what fun oh dilly
For Andrea's Contest
A day comes with a
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
peace dwells in the
levitate and birds
And oscillate with
A bird in this
Jingle jangle and
Are not base
They rise through
Up to our believe
They are alive and
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
silence to end
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
And when I walk on
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
Where the earth,
laid with several
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
Over this belt with
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
This morning with
Cause a man to wake
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
How this mean, a
life less of
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
A world, an
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
Who would imagine that my life would come down to the edge of a blade
worked and worked on stone, scraping off goo and removing the bites?
Or that when I tumbled and rolled in the surf, unsure what was up.
storm rolling hard against breakers that I would remain intact?
It’s breath holding time, while rain smashes down, winds howl and the stir
rocks you until you forget your name and then finally silence, the deep breath
sauna time arising with sun, I scramble for cover, glad my Teva sandals
prevent the shells slicing at my skin, I must duck down into forest
looking to quench thirst, handy filter bottle in hand to conquer
all the parasites and villains unseen about to attack what is left.
Forgive me then, Father, for I have fallen to worship my survival blade,
prying out oysters, scraping out crabs, peeling the papaya
for I drink well of thy wine, fruit of my body, rendered and purified
and wander as I will through this vast new place I’ve come
lost to find self, and prayer for the fragile web of blessings
that save me from skewered, smashed, expiring, but shaded by your love.
Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.
Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.
Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home
beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting
more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes
and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim
until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand
edging up on me from every side, counting the lines
down to where there is an end, breath choked off
because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey
can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying
gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe
to say come home, and know I'm always home,
always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.