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First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????

Copyright © Balbir Singh

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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 


Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                 They play the game.

Copyright © Robert Candler

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Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.

Copyright © Joshua Torres

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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana

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Sand Storm

We will finish this Task 
Come what may
Wasting away the beauty of our day
A dark cloud of contempt
Winds of lies in the air
Lightening beating our souls bare
Where is the Sorrow
Is Their any Empathy at all
To Author this Storm
Is beyond comprehension
Dust can only Fall........

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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Ode to Shadow

You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.

Copyright © Marceleus Menor

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Beloved child of love, 

Help me overcome fear

As to sacrifice my ego

On the altar of


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     9 January 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout

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Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Happy birthday

And then some

And filled
 with forgiveness. 

You may never know
How much i love ya!

Stone soup
& antipasto

To you i say
good day

good night 
Food fight 
Hasta mañana!

Copyright © Merle Manu

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My very nice poem

Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school

Linky has swag
but he does not brag

Linky is the best
So we do well on the test

Copyright © jsalkefn sgsgsrg

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An Ode to a Very Young Poet

Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet

NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)

Copyright © Timothy Hicks

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A Soldier's Life

Bless this world, for what it's worth ,
The biggest one , in the universe ,
Full of love, shall always be ,
My best love , for you and me .
Blessing's to the " Soldier's Life"
Full of woe ,and full of strife ,
May his spirit never die ,
Even though his life 'subsides .
To his friend's and family ,
May their spirits' always roam free ,
May those who've died , for freedom's fare ,
May their loved ones , meet them there .
When will this "War" fade away?
So that children , can come out ' to play ,
Pray to the " Lord' for lasting 'Peace'
May they all enjoy ' Eternal Bliss'
Innocent victim's , from both sides'
Trying all alone , to stay alive ,
Bless these children , and their families too ,
Let them live good lives, just like me and you .

Copyright © Roberto Santana

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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout

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FROM MY HEART: Ode to Everyone

A note to behold
That is strictly from my heart.

I am trained to have a little faith
Even when the night turns dry.

Maybe I am formidable to many course
But this one, I know is my call.

If at any time I will be retreating one
Not and Never will I quit my garden porch.

Even at the moment of inertia
My words are mine, not meant to be loosen.

If penury strikes me or I had a grudge
Not with my spare and axle of glory.

I may seems not to be buoyant before onlookers
But I  believe My knowledge are Mine.

If there is no two ways about this
Then I am a winner of all time.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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Appeal To wounded Heart


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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Ode To Canadian Geese Haiku

anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
 'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!

Canada’s Geese © HAIKU

All Northern Geese ‘crop’	
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!

Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU

Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’ 
Two tails split ends!

Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU

Touristic ‘fly-bys’ 
Soar far north in summer months 
Down south in winter!

Canadian Geese © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’ 
Comings and goings!

Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese consent
 To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!

Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU

‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
 Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!

Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
'V-trailing'  geese to the sky 
Masses 'enlist' onward!

Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese mark
 'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped  destinies!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan

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24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.

663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..

Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..

On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..

But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..

The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"

The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!


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Beloved Companions -part 3-

Days passed and still we did not take him 
I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side
 But one day he had disappeared 
My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole house
 Calling his name despondently
 Finally I heard a faint meow… 
I found him under the couch…. 
He was alive!!!
 Pentecost, the great and faithful… 
Laying down on his side…still breathing… 
And with effort lifting his head to gaze at me..
 Wondering if there was room for two..on the floor
 His eyes opened and closed slowly
 Staring back, I swallowed, never looking away 
I crawled half way under the couch and prayed “Please… please… don’t leave us…”
 I sobbed looking into his eyes
 He was so sad seeing me cry, yet calm 
And it seemed like he was meaning to say… “It’s okay, Laura… it’s okay…” 
I got up quickly as if the world was ending and got the music box,
 Came back down and played it for him I hummed feebly, hot tears coming down 
His head lowered resting tiredly on the carpet
 His paw reaching for me
 He fell asleep soundly as he laid his paw in my hand 
Soft, tranquil and cold 
Gently I closed my hand around him 

When I rushed home from school the next day 
That is when my mom stopped me to say he was gone
 He had taken refuge under the house
 Alone, he had found peace,
 In one of his favorite spots in the summer… 
Pentecost was gone… 
And the entire family grieved his absence
 Even my dad when he heard said softly, “Poor little guy”… 

When I turn on my music box I remember the happy year with Pentecost,
 I will never forget the smiles and laughs 
Damasked in his charms, his light remains
 So young he died, but forever he will stay
 As the music faithfully chimes “It’s okay Laura…it’s okay…”

 ~Dedicated to Pentecost, a faithful and furtive feline with a heart of gold~

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Ode To Thee

I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes

I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.

the breath that is left 
inside my heaving chest
 is meant for the exultation of you.

And all that i am in spirit, on land 
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed 
is not a forlorn sensation.

 I cannot say this is the only way,
 but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.

Copyright © Tanika Cooks

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Moderation In All Things, Ode to Daniel

Willful is shown as your gesture
An indicator of strength 
Though part of it is recoil
From the life that went before

Be calm in your journey 
The destination does not count 
People and moments matter 
Enjoy every moment spent 

Know when to use your anger 
Applied right you will be strong
Never, let time in memory 
Remove that smile from your face

Allow time for quiet
To do absolute nothing 
Hear the calm in silence 
Life will be so more full 

Love is the key to everything 
Not a second to be wasted
Remember, as I ever told you
Moderation in all things

Copyright © Thisis MrP