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Soul of the Poet

Invite of the evening crowd, yearning for acclaim, a common braggart read aloud, to glean synthetic fame. The fellow even took a bow when some had stood and clapped The rest of them were in the know; so mostly they just napped. Elsewhere in a lonely hut, near death’s parting knell, doors and windows firmly shut, a poet bids farewell. Painfully she starts to write, and pens a lovely score, her phantom fans in sheer delight, arise in silent roar.
2nd Place, Put Your Best Rhyme Forward, Just That Archaic Poet


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FAREWELL POETRYSOUPERS


1.
For almost two years we sailed  
Over the Inspiration’s divine sea
Enjoying the sights of all beauties 
That poetry offered to you and me

2.
Now the time has though arrived
For me some peace just to seek 
To relax, to ponder, to create 
Till sturdy storm becomes weak 

3.
First, I would love so much to say 
To all my real friends a huge “Thank you”
For honoring my poems with their comments
And adorning them with their view 

4.
Certainly all of you I will be missing,
Chiefly those with love in their heart 
For they are honest and devoted, 
Hard will be for me from them to part 

5.
Farewell to all of you Poetrysoupers
Regardless if you loved or hated me 
For because of you I have written
Words that of some value might be.


  
© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 APRIL 2014


PS: HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!

 *If we wish, God our Lord, to spare our planet and us then
we have to give Him a hand!  




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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
Will this nest ever its glory retrieve

The companion birds are all flown away
O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave

(Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)


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Saying Goodbye Was Hard



I dearly miss my friends at The Glen Where we spent eight very happy years Never realized how happy they were Each day was filled with good cheer Friends galore, lots of things to do It was our choice to join in or not Help was there, if we ever needed it The friendships were over the top The choice to sell up and move away Was certainly a difficult decision Financially things got overwhelming So the logical choice was written Truly wish we could have stayed forever But sadly it just wasn't in the cards I'll always remember all the good times Saying goodbye was oh so hard! <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013


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First

Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems


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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


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To You

Here’s to you my faithful friend
to dreams that never die
Rainbows after every storm
and clear blue sunny skies…

Hoist your sails into the wind
and sail to paradise
Explore the beauty of this world
and never compromise...

Guard your heart with all your might
but never cease to love
Give to those who ask of you
your gifts from up above…


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Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.


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The Country, Not the Fish

The time for departure has come,
Can you believe it?
It's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!

It'll be 25 hours worth of flying
And layovers... (I too question my sanity)
But what fun it will be
To defy gravity so effortlessly!

I've never flown before
So wish me the best of luck
I hope my debit gets accepted
Because I'm bringing digits not bucks!

My uncle, aunt and cousin will greet me
When I get there,
As I take it all in, at long last breathing,
That European air!

You're probably thinking geez, another rhyme!
What is it with this guy?
But you see I just recently purchased my ticket
So... bye bye!

I've been saving my money
A couple years for this!
So it's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!



NOTE: I'm very happy to say that this is not fictional on my part. I'm actually going to the UK in none other than 5 days!! I'm very excited and wanted to let everyone know that I'll be on this trip for a good three and a half weeks (so I will not have a lot of time to get on P-Soup... but rest assured I have not left the site!)


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Vegas baby

I'm off to Vegas Baby
The city of light
In fact it's brighter
When you see it at night

Not much of a gambler
I do enjoy the sights
I don't throw away money 
That isn't very bright


I'm in Vegas so you won't see as much of me
Over the next five days. Thanks for all your 
visits and comments.


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Letter to my Ex

Love, is it possible?
when heart is unable
to speak and to feel
whether us is for real

Trust, faith were torn apart
left me behind, so dark
is it my fault or yours?
blame myself, yes of course

I cannot give you all
dream house, cars, can't afford
Home is enough to live
Walk together indeed

I can't buy jewelry
'cause I gain less money
Wish you understand me
this is reality

Free my heart from hatred
He's the one you've chosen
handsome, and no doubt, rich!
I am down, and low pitch

Hope that he will love you
I don't want you to sob
although my wealth is few
but you felt true love

Be happy and be still
live your whole life with him!
and continue our dreams
That's the last I can give

Lost, but finding my way
got a few words to say
I love you and goodbye
keep this letter. . don't cry . .


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Dawn

A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.











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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012


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Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...


among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface


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A Sad Farewell



Leaving a bunch of the nicest people Us guys have ever known It's sure a sad time for Cathie and I My, how the time has flown Seems like it was only yesterday We moved in with great excitement Thought it would be our very last move We were flying high, so jubilant But now that reality has finally set in The fact we'll see them no more It's a heavy heart we're carrying around As we finally close the door The final chapter is fast approaching I know we'll shed a few tears When the truck is loaded and we say adieu To the home we have held so dear A shiny new chapter lies just ahead An exciting new world to explore But I'll never forget the good times we've had I'll remember them forevermore! © Jack Ellison 2013


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Play with the Cards You re Dealt

The second time we met, I call him Bob
Just call me Robert was what he replied
We shared model plane flying with the guys
And we all had fun, that can’t be denied 

There were words of wisdom, he spoke one day
He didn’t mix words, that’s just how he felt
He was already under Hospice care, when he said 
“You’ve got to Play with the Cards you’re Dealt”

A pilot during WW2 
His memory was sharp, his recall was clear 
He shared past history, during our visits
Occurrences from his Marine career

When those challenges of my life occur 
Should thoughts of ‘giving-up’ be sometimes felt 
That phrase that Robert said will come to mind
“You’ve got to Play with the Cards you’re Dealt”


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A Farewell Blast



It's party time at our humble abode Preparing a farewell blast Saying goodbye to friends and neighbours Recalling the good times past It's gonna be happy and a little bit sad Made some very very close friends Sure that more than a few tears will flow Twas a joy living here to the end The real good stuff never lasts forever Gonna create some new good stuff Your life as they say is what you make it Good times we can't get enough Looking forward to an exciting new chapter Got my dearest Cathie to thank At this ripe old age of seventy-seven Still got some gas in the tank It's party time at our humble abode Preparing a farewell blast! ©Jack Ellison


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The Indentured Logger- Swap Quatrain

 
Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees.
I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's.
I'm done with blood and sweat and tears;
I've sawed your trees ten doggone years.

Right out that door I'm marching on.
No use to look, 'cause I'll be gone.
I'm done with aches and blisters, for
I'm marching on, right out that door.

I'll never feel this weary back,
Nor sleep in such a leaky shack;
I'll go and find a decent meal --
This weary back I'll never feel.

With some sweet girl we'll settle down
Two thousand miles west of town.
I and my mule, named Mr. Merl,
We'll settle down with some sweet girl.

I've lived in hell, Mad Merlin Green;
Now I, like you, am strong and mean.
Once shy and kind, now hear me yell;
Mad Merlin Green, I've lived in hell.



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Memory Box

In a little wooden box
deep beneath the ground
is where my memories
are buried safe and sound
beautiful moments faded
like flowers in the snow
now just wisps of memories
where only weeds can grow
so I put them in a willow box
far from my heart and mind
deep within the silent soil
the memories now left behind

Written January 9, 2013


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Orange Busses

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


I remember orange busses
if I'm showing my age.
When Sudbury's fleet
was the best and the rage.

I remember them coming
while I stood at the stop.
They were bright, they were bold
and the colour went pop.

I remember them ending
when the day finally came,
when it seemed one was left
by the highway in fame.


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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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SAD NEWS


(Dedication: To the memory of a great
entertainer, comedian and human being --
Robin Williams who made this world a
better place; and who went away abruptly.)
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Oh sad sad day:
Read the news flash
Of deep dismay,
Bruised hanging crash;

Ideas of stress,
News said sadly.
Wounds so depressed
Inched painfully;

Lost in your pain,
Lost in mad swirl;
Inner strength slain,
A broken world;

May love and light
Shine your way home.
May truth most bright
Supply route home;

May you find rest,
From mortal pains;
Slide beyond quest
In light again.

Let the mists fade
With your demise;
Now as we wade,
Discern things wise.


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(Lines added: 20 August 2014):


Viewed DVD:
"What Dreams May Come"
To fondly see
Devotion sum.


And I wonder
If you knew then
That way yonder
Just why and when.


Dear depressed soul:
May angels plead
Your scattered whole
And broken reed. 



Leon Enriquez
13 August 2014
Singapore


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FREE CEE simply beCLAWS

    BECAUSE OF CLAWS

The lady was flawless
I, however, am lawless
A confessed king of fools
Best at breaking the rules

I am best at harming myself
I told her “charming art thyself”
In her I found no imperfection
Until I suffered her rejection

I am unbelievably unruly
And I suffered her farewell unduly
Her beauty was disparate than her speech
I was desperate for a soul I could not reach

Between the line of being law abiding and anarchy I cross the border
With me it’s a circumstance of law and disorder
Because for unblemished beauty I finally followed the law
And her farewell was definitively the very last straw

Her perfection was the straw that broke this mammal’s back
And now it’s her loveliness this lover came to lack
So now I’ll go back to breaking a legion of laws
Because the lady left me with scars created by her figurative claws
    © copy write 2012…..PHREEPOETREE free cee!


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Sleepy Sasquatch

Sasquatch; please don't follow me.
Turn away; and go.
Take your shaggy hair away.
You frighten me:  you know.

Please don't growl about me,
stalking me this far.
Try to keep your distance.
I have no wish to spar.

Where are you all from?
Far; from in the bush?
Hiding from us humans:
eating swamp-like mush.

What has brought you out here
circliing me from far?
Have I ticked you off,
or where your nestings are?

Here I come to shoot you.
I'll fill you full of lead.
And if it means I kill you
you'll be the proof as dead.

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
I didn't mean to shoot.
I'm sorry that I shot you
and filled you full of soot.

Only now; we know you're real.
Your body final proof.
And when they stuff and mount you
we'll growl at you and woof!

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
Why won't you speak as proof?
Don't make us tease and taunt you.
It's not the same to spoof.

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
It's like you're still aloof.
Even with your body,
It's like you just went poof!


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DIG a grave for A GRAVE situation

DIG A GRAVE FOR A GRAVE SITUATION

Sometimes it’s easier to hear goodbye
Than to ask your lover how and why
Just bid farewell to a forget-me-not
And vow never to remain stagnant in one sequestered spot

Yes, my friend, I understand
Why it’s difficult to lose her hand
So many plans that eve which chose to die
As you wished that her “goodbye” was simplyanother lie

All those languid lies she spun
And then you heard your lover say “it’s done”
Alas my friend some loves are meant to die
As disaster and deep depression draw nigh

They  come so close it hurts you so
As  you sit and ponder where she’ll go
Will it be into a handsome swain’s ’s embrace?
And with whom shall your lover next share her grace?

All those questions matter not to you
All you want is that which once was new
Every sparkle and twinkle in her eyes that let her see
I know because the same thing happened to me

So dry those tears for they shall not serve you well
And let sorrow enter not the place of peace in which you shall dwell
Your lover’s final farewell was fluent and meant to be
And as I said…….. the same damned thing has happened to me
                © 2011.…Phreepoetry







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DIG a grave for A GRAVE situation

DIG A GRAVE FOR A GRAVE SITUATION

Sometimes it’s easier to hear goodbye
Than to ask your lover how and why
Just bid farewell to a forget-me-not
And vow never to remain stagnant in one sequestered spot

Yes, my friend, I understand
Why it’s difficult to lose her hand
So many plans that eve which chose to die
As you wished that her “goodbye” was simplyanother lie

All those languid lies she spun
And then you heard your lover say “it’s done”
Alas my friend some loves are meant to die
As disaster and deep depression draw nigh

They  come so close it hurts you so
As  you sit and ponder where she’ll go
Will it be into a handsome swain’s ’s embrace?
And with whom shall your lover next share her grace?

All those questions matter not to you
All you want is that which once was new
Every sparkle and twinkle in her eyes that let her see
I know because the same thing happened to me

So dry those tears for they shall not serve you well
And let sorrow enter not the place of peace in which you shall dwell
Your lover’s final farewell was fluent and meant to be
And as I said…….. the same damned thing has happened to me
                © 2011.…Phreepoetry