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Under the Same Moon -3-Way-Collaboration-

 ~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely axis
Listening to our Tex-Mex of our English lexis
We share a world made with the trust of God's hand
Revealing the beauty that life continue to expand
Don't underestimate our football image of our Cow Boy land
A mysterious Mockingbird only we Texans understand
Surrounded by the sweetest Pecan trees
The Northern Winters come in like a breeze and a tease
We also have them Blue Bonnet fields that come and go
Tell me about CANADA, what makes its motion flow?
Branded like a Long Horn, with my Lone Star State pride
How about you, CHRIS A. What's up on your side?

Chris D.Aechtner
Different lives, different lands, living under the same moon,
waking up to the ghostly calls of the wild loon.
Look upon mountains and forests stretching into infinity-
mighty Sequoias and tall Douglas firs stand majestically.
I could offer stereo-typical images of hockey, snow and moose,
or sockeye salmon, maple syrup and the great Canadian goose,
but we Canucks are becoming tired of idly standing by
as the rest of the world dips its fingers into our Northern pie.
We are a nation of peaceful, open-minded hospitality,
shying away from brutality by offering liberal neutrality.
Before I blow my top as my strong emotions collide,
I should definitely step away from my nationalistic pride,
and ask about the Philippines and its tropical flair-
how about you Nikko, what is happening over there?

NIKKO P.
Oceans away, here I am, living under the same moon
Sun’s rising over there; here, dish runs away with the spoon
My sleep is whacked, so I’m wide awake when you are,
amazing how we can all be in one place even if we’re all very far
Where islands form the shape of an old man, waters hug our shores
Tropical Paradise here, when you explore the great outdoors
Awesome sunsets, bountiful fiestas, the warmest smiles to greet you...
We here just love to eat when there’s nothing else to do!
Colorful rice cakes, freshest seafood, the most succulent mangoes~
Sunny days or rainy days, the creativity here just flows.
Resilient. This is a word that pops to mind when I think of us Filipinos-
We bend and bounce back, no matter how hard the wind blows.
This is just a sneak peek, but I’d love to know more about Utah
Care to share what’s on your side, my dear friend Andrea?

      ( 3 Way Collaboration )


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WORDS

Your words flow freely like a cascading waterfall
Such beautiful writes, I can relate to them all

Words that reveal the pain in your eyes
The hurt you feel you cannot disguise

Tender words full hopes and of dreams of romance
Find the girl of your dreams, then take a chance

I am honoured to find such a treasured friend
Together lets hope our dreams never end

Jan Allison
8th September 2014


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One Year Ago

Well, it has been one year since I joined Poetry Soup.
I smile now, because I have met this wonderfully diverse group.

August 7th, 2013 was a day that would change my life.
I finally found the place where I could express my cares and strife.

I know that I say this often, and yet it is still not enough.
Thank you all for bringing me happiness on days that were rough.

To Linda, The "Poet Destroyer" and her sister SKAT.
You both welcomed me warmly and I will never forget that.

To Chan Hurst, who is much more than "Just That Archaic Poet".
We will always be friends to the end, and you know it.

To Nature Boy, .... well ..... what more can I say?
You have helped and inspired me to blossom in every way.

To Gail Angel Doyle, Debbie Duncan, Cheryl Dunn, and Michael Clarke.
Thank you for knowing that good things can come from the dark.

To John "Jake" Posey, who mentioned Poetry Soup while on another site.
You were actually the first person to tell me that I could write.

To Isaiah Zerbst, with whom my first collaboration would be.
Thank you so much for seeing the poetic potential in me.

To Mustapha Mohammed, a true "partner-in-rhyme".
Thank you for allowing my poetry to take up some of your time.

To Peter and Vera Duggan, Liam McDaid and Carolyn D.
Your kindness and friendship always meant so much to me.

To Bindu Vijayan, Johnny Rhinem, Yasmin Khan and Becca L.
Thank you for truly understanding my words so well.

To Andrea Dietrich, Nette Onclaud, Debbie Guzzi and Giorgio A.V.
I truly appreciate the encouragement that you've given to me.

To F.J. Thomas, Mystic Rose, Richard L., and Anne-Lise A.
Meeting kind-hearted people like you has made me want to stay.

To Thomas Simunsen, Karen Anglesey, Dr, Ram Mehta and Drake E.
I think you have read almost every poem ever written by me.

To Matthew Anish, Charmaine C., Shadow H., and Dave Wood.
Thank you for making me smile more than anyone ever could.

To Robin Davis, Danesh Morgan, Roger H., Litan D., and Sara K.
I appreciate all of you visiting me nearly every single day.

To Christopher Thor Britt, Carrie C., Justin Bordner, and Craig C.
None of your written words have ever failed to inspire me.

To Casarah N., Robert Lindley, Paul Callus and Arthur V.
Thank you all for just being so friendly to me.

We all share a common passion through the writing of a poem.
I am so lucky to have found a place that feels like home.

There are many friends that I have met along the way.
So, thank you all for brightening up the last 365 days.


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UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN - PAUL CALLUS

I felt I’d known you all my life When I met you and your lovely wife Your daughter and grand-daughter too A friendship forged, we will again renew When I saw you at the airport today Hugs and kisses came my way Treasured memories of the days we met These precious times we will never forget Hugs Jan xxx Jan Allison 4th November 2014


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Woodland Path


Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say) 
is the product of loss.


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Welcome Dear Carolyn

Welcome , Dear Carolyn, we finally meet,

  Please come in , won't you have a seat.

Let's sit on the deck and we'll watch the deer.

  There's no need to whisper, they have no fear.

I'm so glad you're spending your vacation with me.

  We'll get to know each other over this pot of tea.

I am so looking forward to showing off my home town.

   Did you bring comfortable shoes for our running around?

Dear Carolyn, I know such good friends we'll be,

  So just tell me 'everything' while I pour the tea.





for the Michael's "First words over coffee"  contest
by Francine Roberts, about the wonderful Carolyn Devonshire, whom I would
absolutely love to meet


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True Friendship


 ~True Friendship~
 (Couplets)


 True friends are really a treasure so rare
 There are not many like that who really cares.

 If you happen to have one exactly like that
 Be happy you got lucky,so toss high your hat.

 Real friends wish to share everything with you,laughter and tears
 And like finest wine they just get better all throughout the years.

 They will be loyal,honest and true no matter what you may go through
 A true friend will not hurt you on purpose and she always care for you.

 There are not many good friends around like this they're hard to find
 Better just have one true than maybe dozens that are untrue and fake in kind.

 So if you already have a true friend consider yourself very lucky everyday
 And treat well that friend with all the love and respect that(she or he)deserves all way.


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2012




 February.08.2015 


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Deeply Hurt Love

Feet not up yet dreaming looking into the deep distant horizon screams
need to take turf in remembering howls across oceans mourning dream special wish

You would want a good fire tonight for sure ice stormy fierce cold cutting
out walking giant waves hitting of the shore thundering pounds lashing clash 

Today the wind fairly woke me up piercing wide eye opening vision
Then when I got home just felt ten years younger alive again one storm

Now that's a good omen laughing to myself carries one to the high Heavens
Must be the salted spray love mixed with sea mist smashes you to the ground love

New therapy go out to the sea front as gales howling with angry force break news
blowing giant waves crashing heavy of cliffs thundering roars echoes inside sad 

Wind spitting sea salt sand peppering the face in your hardened heart
hate remains your driving engine unforgiving hung up on the past 


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I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU

I know that you would understand I’d be there if I could and hold your hand If you could look and see my footprints You’d see they never ever leave your side If you could see my shadow it would be next to you I’m with you every step of the way in everything you do Jan Allison 28th October 2014


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The Pub II

Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs 
Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums.
Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin
Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin.
Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats
Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet. 

To Daver and friendship, thank you!

* Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes.
*uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian


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Welcome Carolyn

Please come in dear Carolyn.  I am thoroughly delighted.
Since I heard that you were coming I’ve been happily excited.

It was so kind of Michael to arrange that we should meet.
You’re exactly as I pictured you, both beautiful and sweet.

Let’s have coffee in my garden underneath the cloudless sky.
It’s April in my Northwest home. We’re so lucky it is dry.

The tulip tours have started, as has salmon fishing season.
The nearby Skagit holds the big ones, catching one’s not out of reason.

We’ll have our lunch and then start touring Skagit Valley tulip farms.
I want to show you quaint LaConner and explore all of it charms.

By: Joyce Johnson  lLWon first place

Welcoming Carolyn Devonshire in Michaels's "First Words Over Coffee" contest.


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Second Chance

As the never world awaits me, 
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake 

Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.

And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.

Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.

Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray

© N A Windle 2009


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- A Taste Of Friendship -

We often take our blessings for granted the same goes for friendships
From ashes of pain inside deep hurt tears flowing ache washed with hope 

Friendship is precious not only when you are sad, but also in the sunshine
In the night sky flickering starlight shines a candle of never ending clarity  

I will listen if you need me, I never stopped believing love sings forever 
Oh why have you forsaken me crying inside a thousand songs 

If finding times hard, you will need someone who brightens up your day
Blowing from the deepest sands silently warm fingers touching a whisper 

Supported by words of compassion
Love have charity show mercy to my soul

Anytime you're lost or can't see the light
There's never no grounds to hate but shameful emotions weep

Life is worth living when it’s made of good feelings
Tears falling within happy memories always yearning 

Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 
01.03.2015 Copyright © All Rights Reserved


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a Friend to the Wind even now

On a leaf I would write you a letter 
and mail it into the wind
that's the chance I had in finding ,
my once in a lifetime friend.

But it landed right there beside you,
tangled in threads of your shawl,
with only your heartstrings to guide you,
you found me where dying dreams fall.

The Gypsy wind whispers a reason,
the where and the why and the how,
but I will remember that season........
I'm a friend to the wind
even now.



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To touch a dream

Dreams come in many forms
Some are cold and others warm

Some play like a movie in black and white
And some are no less than a guiding light

Some are visions of times to come
Some just simply leave us numb

Some we remember and some we forget
Some we cherish and some we regret

Some we just can't help but treasure
Some give us embarrassing pleasure

I close my eyes and dream of you
All the things I've put you through

See I had a dream that went sour
An awful dream of money and power

Then I learned one cold hard day
Some dreams take years to pay

Sometimes reality is clearly seen
Another will soon touch my dream

As these tears run down my face
Some dreams are just to good to waste

I can only imagine the pain in you
Trying hard to be faithful and true

Sweetheart some dreams are to hard to play
As I slowly start to fade away

A single year has came and went
I have seven more at eighty-five percent

Sometimes reality is sad as can be
Sweetheart I want you to let go of me

I learned love is worth more than gold
You deserve somebody to hold

This type relationship is totally insane
I want you to free yourself of my pain

If our love is truly meant to be
My dream will bring you back to me

Strength of character  is hard to find
As I treasure yours please treasure mine

I believe our love can break the mold
Be a timeless romantic story told

About two lovers who broke apart
In order to save each others hearts

And let their love be a miracle seen
By having faith to touch a dream


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Our single soul

As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul

Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about

Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place

Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey

I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth

When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away

Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it

Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away

I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?

I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need

The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail

So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears

Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you

And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul

A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above


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THE KEY - A POEM FOR DARREN WATSON

What was once a matching pair are now so very far apart
You hold one key, I hold the other, you are forever in my heart

I use the key daily, and it always reminds me of you
A gift unique and special and I know you use yours too

Jan Allison
27th August 2014


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Coffee not Tea for Andrea,Carolyn and Linda-Marie

Coffee not Tea for Andrea,Carolyn and Linda-Marie

Come on ladies pull out a chair and have a seat.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and sugar makes it sweet.

A friendly conversation and a cup of joe.
To ask about my fellow poets who I hardly know.

We didn't dress fancy or pretty up our hair.
Told one another about things we needed to share.

There are things in life women need to say.
Sometimes in troubles we ask our friends to pray.

So Andrea,Carolyn or Linda-Marie.
If you need a cup of java remember me.
                            Teresa Skyles

Entered in Micheal J.Falotico"First words over coffee"contest.


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Michael

Done his time and paid his dues
Had more than his share of blues
Nothing negative to be found
With courage turned it all around
God was waiting patiently
For Michael’s faith to set him free
A poet, a friend, a sense of humanity
An inspiration for you and me
Stories of how he turned the tide
With a good woman by his side
A great legacy he will leave
For inspiring others to believe
I guess you could call me a fan
For knowing him, I’m a better man
When problems come and struggles start
Michael’s poetry can touch your heart
May this story never end
Here’s to you my poetic friend.

	Tribute to Michael Jordan


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LindaMarie The Sweetheartof P S

  ~ 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
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend

Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-(  Don't leave, 2013

NEW NOTE:  
(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


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On loving the literary soup,,

When my spirit was fogged in gloom
After i impacted concrete; like a lead balloon

It lifted my strength as i started to write
Of a beautiful girls toy; on its maiden flight

Intended for a contest by souper trouper P D
But i wrote it wrong in "form" if you look you'll see...)

Yet on its immersion in "the soup" i felt satisfied
It seemed to numb the pain; i had been feeling inside

Its not winning or losing while on "the soup" 
Though neither string bean; or minestrone (i feel) in "the loop"

There are many places to spend a while,
But the "draw" for me is "the soups" unique flavor & style

It has content..) that's peaceful, stimulating," its fine"
Yet words versus" its essence is exercising my mind,

Let its writers and their themes be the answer to why
I extol "the soups" virtue; that's my definitely my very best try..!


Copyright Joe Maverick 2012
in support of Carol Browns what you love about "the soup"
amended 19 02 2012.  






 

 



 












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Goodnight Dear P D

Go to sleep dear P.D...you need your rest
Tomorrow will be busy...got to be at your best
Children and grandchild...you know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the resturant...you better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest Sponsor: P.D. Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown 10/25/2012 2nd Place Winner


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Saved by a Bandit

You call me Bandit ‘cause I rummage through trash cans
Searching for leftovers with my five-fingered hands

Mama Coon, believe me, I wasn’t expectin’
To sort through the rubble and find this sweet kitten

She was tired, hungry; I shared my bounty with her
She licked my face and fell into a deep slumber

Can I keep her, Mama Coon?  She doesn’t eat much
And she purrs in response to any loving touch

Yes, I know that she is not really one of us
It seems she was abandoned; please don’t make a fuss

Remember the pig “Babe” who was raised by a dog
She was loved and never realized she was a hog

She can sleep in my bed, cuddle with me at night
To send her back out alone just doesn’t seem right

See how comfortably she fits into my hands
And she’s far safer here than in the hands of man

You know how hunters pursue us just for our fur
I’ve grown attached and want a better life for her


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Dutch Hill Park

I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the sound
Of laughter coming from the merry go round
Sometimes we'd meet there in the early dawn
The dance hall, pavilion and the swings are gone
I saw those pine trees and I thought of you
And all the crazy things we used to do
Like sleeping out underneath the stars
Hanging upside down from the monkey bars
A swing made from  a rope and an old tire
We baked potatoes on an open fire
Squirrel nut zippers and an RC coke
Transistor radio and we'd have a smoke
We walked in the woods and we climbed some trees
We scratched our faces and we skinned our knees
Never dreaming that it would ever end
If I could, I'd do it all again my friend
Those memories I have will never part
I carry Dutch Hill Park inside my heart
And all those memories of yesteryear
Heading back home now I shed a tear.


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Helped You Fly

I held your face and caught your tears..
On my fingertips they balanced and disappeared..
Swallowed your sadness with an open mouth..
Lifted grief away and showed what love is about..
Took a dream and gave you the starring role..
A place to run and play and feed your soul..
Now your free to dream your own..
Just remember me, your never alone..


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First Visit With Nikko

I stand at Nikko's door, for I'm now in the Philippines.
She greets me. Oh, how young she looks, like someone in her teens!

"You're just the way I pictured you," I tell her with a grin.
But then, this girl I'm talking to says, "Oh, I'm Nikko's twin!"

"Oops!"  I blush; then at the door, the "real" Nikko appears,
in her hand a wooden spoon and on her face, dark smears!

After hugs, she says, "I'm making chocolates. Try them out!"
Sweet caffeine with coffee? That's what I'M talkin' about!!!

Day turns to night. We sit and eat good food while chatting too
about ourselves, like long-lost friends, and plan fun things we'll do!

Written by Andrea Dietrich
For "First words over Coffee" Contest
Sponsored by Michael J. Falotico


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Hello Andrea Dietrich

Hello Andrea Dietrich, so we finally meet,
pull up a comfy chair and take a load off your feet.

Would you like a piece of this warm apple pie
and velvet black coffee to go with turkey on rye?

So glad you stopped in, though you cannot abide,
finish your free meal, I will walk you outside.

No need to thank me, have me over sometime,
if not for coffee, maybe for some catchy rhyme.

I enjoyed your company I hope you know,
you have a way with words, strokes like a Van Gogh. 

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Sixth Place Winner ~ "First words over Coffee" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
May 5, 2011



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Mabuhay, Andrea :D

Mabuhay, Andrea :D!!! Such a happy day, guess who's tapping the knocker? It's lovely Andrea, that's who! My Soup doppelganger! Why don't you come inside, oh I just love your eyes! I got truffles, tiramisu and I cooked you a surprise Better yet, let's stay outside, I just know you love the sun Let's talk poems, and food then throw in meter for fun! Here's my surprise,coconut and clam soup, my mom's specialty What day won't be complete without soup? Just me being goofy :p Food, friendship, laughter and one of the Soup's best as my company, I hope this won't just be wishful thinking, but a happy reality! *** Mabuhay is a typical Filipino greeting, wishing the recipient "Long Life" and it is also generally used as "Welcome!" -- sure would love this day to come true though ;) 04062011 --nikko :) for Michael's "First Words Over Coffee" contest :D


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Gift Exchange To Brian From Mandy

To Brian From Mandy
My gift I give to you is more of a character inspection
I give you permission to leave your ongoing introspection

Stop worrying your artistic self with form and stanza true
Let yourself, really go and lets find the real you.

You are educated and artistic but that’s what your blogs say
Just express you yourself, and not quote other poets for just one day.

My gift is given in love, I would like to hear the real you
Not the man behind the educated artistic, and the formal poet too.

Please take my gift as it is given in love, and let yourself really go
I can’t wait to see the real you when your artistic juices flow.

You study form and stick to it but the more that you try
To get it right, which you do, I feel the real you pass on by.

For your excellent poetry and your artistic talent too,
I know you will give thanks to God, for giving them to you
.
Use them once for you, be selfish, don’t worry about form one day.
And lets the words flow from you, and not what other poets say.


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Blowing A Kiss To You

As if there were a dandelion here inside my hand,
I am blowing kisses here in Poets’ land.

Imagine fluff of dandelions; when you softly blow,
all the tiny seeds disperse; scattering, they flow.

Through the air and everywhere, they waft to every friend.
Particles of happiness everyday I send.

They’re filled with poetry delight, joy and best wishes,
and you've now been sent one of my dandelion kisses.

(A kiss for everyone at Soup!)