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
puff of smoke.
or cruel joke?
First a bat,
then human form—
And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.
But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
As he lunged
I stepped aside;
his chest I eyed.
He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.
2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet
I grieve a life that can't exist
for things that could not be
of cherished plans that upped and left
of a girl no longer me
I grieve my dreams that slumber on
that I can not wake from sleep
and as another does drift away
for it's emptiness I weep
I mourn the loss of who I was
of possibilities and more
and wave farewell to a life not had
as she walks out through the door
I sit and ache for what is not
for the girl that can't be me
of things that only might have been
for the she that can not be.
Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011)
Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face,
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace.
The thundering silver waters
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.
The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.
Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.
Our souls will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.
Frost bit lovers
standing in the snow
Trying not to trust
what the other seems to know
Parting in the cold
seems a fitting thing to me,
Opened up their aching hearts
and let their love fly free.
When summertime has kissed the rose,
And nestling trees blossom so fair
The dappled leaves twirl in repose,
Bathed in mist’s spray… beyond compare.
I crave her touch on paths winding
Like a damsel amid lush grass;
Sultry when the vibrant breeze flings,
As limbs thrusts in passion’s contrasts.
On blushes of night’s wild glimpses
Embroidering her russet veil;
In slow movement… this enchantress
Drops heat’s thrill while she bids farewell.
As mornings welcome Autumn’s gold
My breath lifts in a mellow way,
When tinsels of fog glide… to unfold
A silver whirl through fall’s ballet.
Kelly Deschler's Summer's End Contest
by nette onclaud
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)
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.
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
Now the time has though arrived
For me some peace just to seek
To relax, to ponder, to create
Till sturdy storm becomes weak
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
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
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!
Cupid shot my girlfriend.
He hit her in the head.
It must have been for love
she laid down and she bled.
It's almost been a year
since Cupid found my love
and being with her near
She smells from up above.
I never want to touch her.
I'm frightened of her look.
But still I remain faithful.
My love upon the hook.
I'd hoped we would have children
though now it's much too late.
I've talked to her about them
but she just lies in state.
I miss her perfect kisses.
Moistened, warm and wet.
Though wouldn't give one now
for fear of what I'd get.
I couldn't even hug her
if I was in the mood.
she's covered all in worms
all using her as food.
I say I love her often
and hopeful she will hear.
Though if she were to answer
would be my greatest fear.
She is my darling soul mate
cupid can't be wrong.
Through sickness and in health
and days becoming long.
So thanks I say to Cupid
for finding my true love
but if he'd spare an arrow
I'd love one with a shove.
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
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
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
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!)
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.
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…
black as night
floats above flames
spreads the fire
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
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
I take one last look at your disappointed face
As one glistening tear slides down your cheek
But I no longer wish to stay in this place
A life of adventure I wish to seek
The romance we kindled must come to a close
Our relationship ends now that I’m to depart
I do wish that this breakup were not so morose
Only I have committed that my life shall restart
As you look at me from the balcony above
And I at you from the street below
I bless you with my everlasting love
Adieu, my dear for now I must go.
A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.
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 . .
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
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.
I look beyond my haggard domain
Glorious in arrayed ideals and name
Seeing my toils decay into sad sighs
Living my life imprisoned by seasoned lies
Good luck some say never runs out
I flee before the armed flint of your shout
A bitter cry for battle and casualties
To heap our dreams with wild perplexities
O! why do you mourn my friends
Rejoice for all things good must truly end
Rejoice for a dusky change is at hand
To dry up the rivers of blood flowing in our land
I step aside for my quest for restive peace
As I survive the obsolete night of hopeful bliss
Beyond the clouds and high mountains that smile
Peace may reign over our land for this little while
Do not fear for the dawn brings sweet light
where all things good are alive and bright
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
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”
Today I heard a good man died
I counted him a friend
The news it caught me by surprise
he fought until the end
Bill had a way to make you smile
he often touched our hearts
His time was always ours to share
we knew that from the start
So many times he found a way
to help us understand
That laughter changes everything
and days are not so bland
So long my good and faithful friend
I'll see you in a while
You'll live on in my memories
I wont forget your smile
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!
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.
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
Young Jimmy asked if he was dead.
I laughed before I answered.
And then I told him that he was
and Jimmy's faith was fractured.
I called him a philosopher.
Too dumb to even ask.
and left him all alone,
just sulking in a bask.
The next time Jimmy came my way
I knew he needed help
and covered up my laughs that day
despite the urge to yelp.
Now every time I saw poor Jimmy
I always stopped and said:
Goodbye dear Jimmy; never Hi,
for now poor Jimmy's dead.