~Under the Same Moon~
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?
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?
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 )
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
8th September 2014
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
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
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
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.
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
28th October 2014
~ 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
~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
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.
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
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
Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown
2nd Place Winner
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.
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 ;)
for Michael's "First Words Over Coffee" contest :D
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..
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.
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!)
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.
He caught me one night,
As I shivered with cold,
His words drew me forward,
As hearts stories were told.
Stories of love,
Of passions so pure,
Of lifes deep regrets,
Yet...his good humour endured.
Here was a man,
Complete and unending,
A man with deep talents,
A man worth befriending.
Now what he pulls forward,
With his poetic display,
Is the opening flowers,
In loves sweet bouquet.
A beautiful saviour,
Warm arms outspread,
My hearbeat grows stronger,
For my gift of Red.
A tribute to Red O'Mara
H.G. my liege, you lead the heed
Your heartfelt writing filled with need
To give voice to honest words
For thoughts to reach all free birds
Encouraging those whose passion burns
Experiences presented down winding turns
Vivid expressions easily painted
Seeing your dedication I almost fainted
H.G. my Liege, I dedicate to thee
Dedicated just for you, from me
Written for H.G. (Harry) Daniel Esquire
With many thanks love always Shannon
The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
And so, my love, we finally meet;
the air is rare and the coffee sweet.
The words we shared in mutual fantasy,
the longing and yearning, are now reality.
From dream to hope, our springtime loving;
tender touches we have long been craving.
All our cold tear-lonely nights have passed,
warmed by the light of a love that will last.
All distance surmounted, our love to share.
These heartfelt words spoken to show that I care.
Not a cloud in the sky
And we weren’t feeling shy
In the back of the truck
Wishing on stars for good luck
We shared our dreams
With the moon’s beams
Cloaked by the night
Realities out of sight
Friendship shared for years
Knowing each other’s fears
Stardust blankets caught our tears
As new hope filled our ears
Time escapes all meaning
When two friends are dreaming
I usually write in couplet rhyme
Its simply what I do it's not by design
It's just the way the words seem to flow
Into my head up out of my soul
I love the ones that are full of light
See they are what brought me up out of the night
People prove they care by the things that they do
So I write this light for all of you
I write it because I wish you to know
True beauty is born with-in the soul
The soul is a thing that cherishes the light
Do you not embrace the stars through the dark of night
Well as you do know my words are true
They may twinkle bright but not as bright as you
You are angels who covered me in your prayers
Let me know I'm someone worthy of care
I hold you all in my heart just like my wife
Like her you are "a blessing in my life"
His students proud to so declare
He is a Chef Extraordinaire
Keeping love for evermore
His late wife, sweet Lenore
From his mountain he looks out
Finding inspiration all about
Writing words from living life
His past, his share of human strife
He writes with such emotion deep
Poetry that often makes me weep
He hasn't written much of late
Ill health has been his recent fate.
But, thanks to God he's on the mend
My best wishes I daily send
For all my life, my dearest friend
HG, my love to you I send...
Writing is my challenge each day
But it's not the words or what to say.
It is the connection with other writers here
Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear.
The talent expressed by so many others
Often makes me want to hide under the covers.
The gems that are written and ones that I read
Are so inspired, personal, and give me a need.
That's why I come here every time
To see what others have put in their rhyme.
Carolyn always has a message for me to ponder
And others write things that make me wonder.
I often race to the "New Poems" just to see
If by some chance there's one by which P.D has destroyed me.
And Carol, Bob, Nick, Emily, Wilma, and "the Sweetheart"
Write things that sometimes I just can't pull apart.
The Doc has written so many things
I am amazed sometimes at the thoughts he brings.
Others are here who write so well
Their words do me so oft compel.
For like unto them I want to be
Writing words that have meaning for others to see.
Will they be worthy I say when I'm done
Or will they be read by others, as I've intentioned.
You know I feel so many emotions just now
Because of all these writers, I just don't know how.
For they are a driving force for me
And part of my challenge each day is to make them see.
That because of them I have to write
Sometimes into the wee hours of the night.
To pick a favorite writer is...well a difficult choice
So I pick them all, because they shout with one voice.
"Write, you fool, then write some more"
Words I hear and cannot ignore.
So I choose them all...all here in this group
The ones who have made me hungry for Soup.
There, I've said it...and you know that's not in haste
The Soupers that are here are the best of all to taste.