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Gathering of the Golden Girls - Soup Convention

Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of the “fast writers” begin to glare
     Joyce, Francine and Barbara know
     It takes time for verse to grow
We’re the queens of rewriting; this we swear
Iolanda’s introduced to read her book
“Lava of my Soul,” no gobbledygook
     We’re mesmerized by each line
     At the end we toast with wine
Joyce says, “Now those words took some time to cook.”
It’s Karen’s turn to read “Silent Whispers”
We see tears falling into John’s whiskers
     “Tears of joy,” Francine exclaims
     For Karen’s Best Seller fame
Applause rings out from grateful listeners
After the “meet and greet” it’s nearly dawn
The crowd starts to thin as our comrades yawn
     Joyce, Francine call it a night
     But Barbara still sits upright
We two remain when most others are gone
One poet called us “Late Night Cockroaches”
This indignity did not encroach us 
     We call ourselves “LNCs”
     Awake in wee hours with ease
Waiting for our princes to approach us
That’s when the James Brothers draw near
Peranteau and Fraser, to make it clear
     With two erotic writers
     LNCs pull “all nighters”
Knowing that we can propose; it’s Leap Year!
*Entry for Michael’s “A Table of Four” contest
At my table: Carolyn Devonshire
Joyce Johnson
Francine Roberts
Barbara Gorelick

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Tim And His Kelly Green Mustang

I have a friend by the name of Tim, He keeps in shape when frequents the gym. His Kelly green Mustang he drove And smack'd it into a cove. The witches got him and ate one of his limbs! Dorian Petersen aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October,5,2014

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 if you are reading this with a face non-pale.
       and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail.
                      not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai.
                      not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
              asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola.
                                              if you don't care, a bus or cab.
                                  nor about that poor who might you stab.
                                                you ain't welcome to read my tale.
     I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.

                                  if you are reading this with a face non-pale
                                  and you think of nothing to tell or to re-tail
                                           not a plan to go to Paris or Shanghai
                                      not a voice in your head, annoying buzz
                          asking you why?if you keep mixing tea and cola
                                                      if you don't care, a bus or cab
                                      nor about that poor who might you stab
                                                you ain't welcome to read my tale.
I'll find someone who's worth the breath, who's worth my death.

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Where Talent Lives

While doing my daily internet loop
I read some poems at Poetry Soup
Some souls were bared
Emotions shared
By a wonderfully talented group

So many unknowns are gathered together
Brandishing their talents without a tether
Notable skills
From gifted quills
Flocking together like birds of a feather

Whether mundane or totally bizarre
Through words they express just who they are
Some young, some old
Some shy, some bold
Each as marvelous as a shooting star

To the nameless owners of this great site
Thank you for giving our poetry flight
No longer adrift
Because of your gift
You are the beacon that brings us to light

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Gwendolen Rix

Gwendolen  Rix

Got a  very good  friend in Gwendolen
She is such a talented  ‘Pen’dolen
How she looks is a mystery
Though I am told her history
She won’t show her photo- this ‘Friendolen’.


For: 'Curiosity killed the cat' by Harry Horsman and  Mandy Tams

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PD How Foxxy is She

There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!

Yes PD was not a late bloomer
her pages were full of rare rumor
she told bushy tales
of boys who ate snails
and ran from the po-po’s cruiser.

Well, foxxy ole PD’s so tart
she raised that low bar from the start
bringin’ on game
no man could tame
Unless, he’s N. Bone-a-part?

So, Linda we beg you to stay
do not leave us alone come to play
streak your hair red
get up from that bed
you know we all love your foreplay!

Tap that type, blow that screen, shred that page
yes, Miss Foxxy the world is your stage
I’m truly amazed
at your subtler ways
Your mischievous heart's all the rage!

What more can I say, I not her proxy
cause all of you know I'm not that foxxy
I’ll have to give in
end up with a grin
and beware of all the kits with her Moxie!

*6 Foxxy Limericks


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My Table of Three plus Me

A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough

To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat

The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'

The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled

The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there

<*> Not for any contest, but I thank Michael for the idea, ty <*>

Thank you Carolyn Devonshire, Celene Crescent & Wilma Neels for being you,xxx

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To the Birthday Girl -and Guys

Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE: to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D. Those born this day SEVEN have blessings of Heaven in wit, charm and poetry! Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD: You three guys are tops with me!

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The Broken Vase Of Love

Is never a crime so earn me awhole. 
For all whose thoughts were crack in noon,
And still do not think is right left being dumb.
Had in prenuptial undertaken sauntered, When lifted indisbelief what the world is of its own. If it's a wistful pan of several host? or A spiteful mine of volcanic tusks.

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There is a poet, her name is SKAT.
She read all my limy's, now that's phat.
When she was done reading.
It showed she had breeding.
So people, what do you think of that?

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Poets Night Out

<                                  dancing and twisting the night away
                                    karen O'Leary just had to say
                                    Joseph Spence and Dr. Ram
                                    our convention's quite jammed
                                    hope katherine Stella's table won't sway 

Poets At My Table
Myself   Katherine Stella 
Karen O'Leary
Joseph Spence
Dr. Ram Mehta

Entry For 
Michael Falotico's
A Table For 4 Contest  
G.L. All

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A Text

Just a text to say i love you
I cant help it there's nothing i can do.
You are my best friend
And my love for you will never end.
I just want to know if you love me too

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There’s a peach of a girl named P.D.
Who is a friend of both you and me
She’s gone away
I already miss her today
Her kind words and Queen Slam poetry

*If you find another sad limerick let me know*

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JoJo's Memory

There once were two people online
Through e-mail their lives intertwined
They swore in each letter
That they'd get together
Neither one knowing what they would find

So one day when both had the chance
To see under what circumstance
They would think of each other
Be it friend, be it lover
Either way it'd be one heck of a dance

So the one went to the other's town
To see which emotion is found
But they must grow a bond
Before taking love on
Even buildings are built from the ground

The first day they soaked up some sun
Followed by dinner and fun
There was no stopping
Their bar-to-bar hopping
both drunk by the time they were done

They ended up at his hotel
"One more drink", she had said, "that sounds swell".
But the kissing, caressing
Led to them undressing
Ignoring their White Zinfindel

They woke the next morning perplexed
The ache in their heads had them vexed
They both had enjoyed
What they tried to avoid
Neither knowing what they should do next

So neither one spoke of last night
And both were nervous and uptight
But it would be a shame
to be pointing the blame
at what at the time seemed so right

But knowing it couldn't be ignored
They talked and their feelings were poured
They both felt confused
And a little bit used
But it was something they both could afford

When the trip came to an end
They enjoyed the time they did spend
With a kiss and a sigh
they both said goodbye
And to this day remain closest friends

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The Flight of the Moonbee

(Hey, Moonbee! Wait up!...)

You're visiting friends on Titan I hear?
My starship's broke down (In the shop I fear)
Wow...SATURN'S a long FLIGHT
Hitch a ride? Well ALRIGHT!
Could you drop me off at the moon, my dear?

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New Friends - collaboration

I've been getting to know really well
my new friend with so much to tell.
We've got similar work
and we share the same quirk:
Our sore bodies are giving us hell!

by Andrea Dietrich

For her friendship I'm in her debt.
Though I like Soup, it's not home yet.
So with her kind words
I feel like I'm heard
And not a nobody poet. 

by Susan Burch

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I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain

I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today

She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive

And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go

But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity

Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain? 
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again

Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam

My heart is empty 
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective

So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off

I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected

Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it

Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife

And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle

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I had a great job
I had a pretty girl
I was moving up 
Slowly in this world

Had a good position
In the factory
And was working 
For a very good salary

Then comes the war
And things got tough
They close the factory
And at home it got rough

I thought that her love
Was my umbrella 
And when there’s bad weather 
In her arms I would shelter

And umbrella can do a lot
When you are in the rain
It can keep you dry
Until the sun comes out again

For me it seems like hard times
Had just began to pour 
And my pretty umbrella 
Had holes I never seen before

The fancy dinners we had
Now become burger king
And I guess she never love me
Just the gifts I would bring

And I brought home a pizza
And she didn’t take a slice
And when I try to hug her
Her arms were cold as ice

One day she went out
And she never came back
And when I look in the closet
She took every last rack

But what can I do
Sure I’m not the only one
Who lost their job?
And their woman was gone

Always know I had an umbrella
Now I don’t know what to say
When comes the rain
She just up an flew away

But I know the time will change
And so will the weather
And one day there will be some one
Who wants me to be their umbrella?

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on scorching sun with scissors of red ray
kids waded paper boats down winding bay
     huge rock slammed their course
      sails flat, with full force!
so rock/paper/scissors bets winged a tricky play
although the rushed pace was like wrestling
and left their fists flushed red and sweating,
     best of  four rounds caused seizures
     playmates hid crazed wrist fissures
hours after, hungry tummies stopped pretending

P.D’s Rock/ Paper/ Scissors
By nette onclaud

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Monday Afternoon at Three

I'll meet Guru Jad at three
I’m sure we’ll talk poetry
What’s new on the Soup
The latest wild scoop
While we eat under a tree

It’s nice to have a good friend
Someone who does comprehend
That words are sublime
And poetry’s fine
Our love for words a nice blend

Should have baked a carrot cake
But last night I stayed up late
We'll still have some fun
Get burned by the sun
Talk of Soupers who are great!

We might just mention you too
So without further ado
I’ll just say goodbye
Don’t miss me- please try
Cause I'll have fun without you! ;)

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS….love ya’ll, but it sure is nice to talk face to face with a poet who is in the same PS community and who loves words as much as I do. Check him out at GURU JAD! ;) is a glorious day in Beirut. Our campus is just blooming with life. Wish I could share the beauty and colors with you all. My beautiful jacaranda trees are about to burst into a profusion of purple color! Oh...I wish you could see it all! :) <3 Our Creator is simply amazing!

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Portrait of Twisty Christy

Written: April 4, 2012
Gail's note:  Inspired by one of my BFF's, Christy

Twisty Christy can wordsmith a rhyme
Combining meters and thoughts so sublime.
She helps open mental doors.
You find yourself asking for more.
Each poem feels like exquisite wine.

Twisty Christy wears her heart on her sleeve.
Talk to her and it’s easy to see
That she’s one of a kind
Who sees the good in world-kind
And who is eager to help you believe.

With her wit, and a wink, she’ll have fun
And your mind will be on the run
Twisting and turning,
Expanding, sensing, and learning
Until the poem or discussion is done.

Note: Part of the Portrait Collection

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Poetry Soup Friends

My Soup friends are out of sight
When I’m lonely in the night...
Their poems I read
And come up to speed
And everything seems alright

Poems in shapes and sizes
Poets in different guises
Some are sizzling hot
Others hit the spot
Yet all deserve some prizes

Some write of nature and plants
Not one about the dear ants
Some hot body parts
Some mention the arts
While others write raves and rants

Each has a story to tell
And they write it oh, so well
Word play is our craft
Sometimes we are daft
To leave? There's no way in hell!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Portrait of Dena

Written December 20, 2011

Miss Dena loves all purple things
No matter what her day might bring.
She loves purple clothes...
Has oodles of those -
And also wears quite fancy rings.

Gail's note: Inspired by my friend Dena.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection

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Portrait of Jill

Written on October 3, 2010

There once was a lady named Jill
Who laughed and laughed until
She rolled on the floor
Could laugh no more
And soon became very still...

Until a laugh bigger than ever
Arose and lasted forever.
Jill's laugh is never quite done
Because her thoughts are fun
And her smiling mind - very clever.

Gail's note: Inspired by my friend Jill
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection

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Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.

 (C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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Say it's so, Joe

There once was a fellow named Joe
To the Soup, he was comrade and foe
            At times he would blog
            Then poets would flog
Yet, he always would leave us aglow

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My Friend Ben

I knew Ben.
He was my friend.
He was struck by lightning.   
That’s quite frightening.
I notified his next of kin.

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Mothers Day

Mothers are the best 
They are like a test
They are very loving 
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.

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Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    

Tribute To Football

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Where's a Highlander to Be

It's another year round the corner
That leaves this Highlander to ponder
It's New Year's Resolution time
What's in this boy's mind
Could it be to adventure out yonder

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *

So where would this Highlander be
A captain on a yacht going to sea
With a beautiful blond
Sharing their literal fond
Round the coast of the land of the free

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *   

When sailing these oceans of blue
Just what would the pair of them do
Maybe some fishing
Or moonlight kissing
Whilst the seabirds fly over and go phew!

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *   

Eventually we would have to hit land
And continue to go on as we planned
The head back out to sea
It's where were happy to be
Skinny dipping, loved up and so tanned

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Slick Limerick

Fellow Soupers, my kudos to you.

For encouraging my work like you do.

        Ralph Taylor, that's me

        is thinking, obviously

without your support, I'd be through!

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I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!

Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!

All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!

I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn:  good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!

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A Poet, Named Robert Dufresne

There is a Poet, named Robert Dufresne,
I laugh at his Poetry until I'm insane
with Brick Townsend, he plays,
a collaborative game
But Bill Lipton's Horse is a pain.

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I'm in need of good friends I can trust.  
Friends who tell what they see when they must.  
Not like those who just say, 
"You're all shiny today;" 
when, instead, they should say, "You're all rust."  

Entered in Rick Parise's contest, 'Rust'. 

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Who Let The Dogs Out ? { The DogGone Dog Contest}

<                              tell me now   Who ! Who ! ~  Let The Dogs Out ?
                                bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ......
                                fleas ...  ticks....  she started to itch /////
                                screaming  sons of  a  ....... b .i...t...c....h
                                poor neighbor's dog now takes different route
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
The DogGone Dog Contest
G.L. All

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To lovers love means tender embraces, 
to the lonely orphans...tenderness,  
to the, not death; 
to children...moms who laugh,  
and to me...happiness that's endless.

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Poetry Soupers Limerick

There was a group of Soupers
Quite gracious about bloopers
They give you the “views”
And chase away blues
Me thinks they are real troopers!!! :)

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Menage a Trois

A possum fell in love with a 'coon
And they spooned by the light of the moon
In pet igloo they snoozed
cause the cat took a cruise,
they hoped he wouldn’t come home too soon!

Well, Ole Blackie the cat was real fat
So, his pet food he shared “How ‘bout that!” 
all ate from his bowl
Or so I am told
By the jay in the trees bold chit chat.

Ah true love did we see in the three
the Jay thought why not let them all be
he stopped all the gossips
the biddy’s and trollops
and encouraged this equality!

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Brokeback hillock

Two cowboys were out on the range
When one said “I feel rather strange”
Said the other “come here
If you feel a bit queer
And I’ll just see what I can arrange”

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New Friends - collaboration

I've been getting to know really well
My new friend with so much to tell.
We've got similar work
And we share the same quirk:
Our sore bodies are giving us hell!

For her friendship I'm in her debt
Though I like Soup, it's not home yet
So with her kind words
I feel like I'm heard
And not a nobody poet. 

*Collaboration of Andrea Dietrich (1st stanza) and Susan Burch (second)

Received 7th place in "Grab a Mate and Collaborate" contest

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A New Years Toast

To all my Souper pals I raise a toast

     I love the creative po-ums you post

          May your well never run dry

               As your poet's bourne you ply

                    As Ralphie said to Alice - you're the most

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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My Favorite Devonshire

Yarns Of A Seafaress

Hemingway's famous "Old Man and the Sea"
Simply couldn't hold a candle to me
    I caught Ahab's great white whale
    Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops 'fore I set him free

In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
    I held on as Nessie tugged
    Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn't a prayer

And now I've set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I'm more than a fishing bumpkin
    And so for Norway I sail
    To prove women aren't frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin

This wonderful poem epitomizes Carolyn's love for everything about the sea.
She has so creatively and entertainly regaled us with her delightful writes based on
her own personal sea adventures that have become and will remain classics.   
I can picture Carolyn standing on the prow of a boat, her hair streaming in the wind,   
as it charges full steam ahead as she seeks further swashbuckling challenges beyond 
the horizon.   She has been a supporter and encourager to me not only in poetic matters but personal matters as well.  I pray that her well of verse will never run dry!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

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The Legend of Smelly Nelly

Smelly Nelly was quite a charming girl,
She wore her hair in braids instead of curls,
Bathing several times per day in the Jewish way,
Yet many scoffed and sniffed,
exclaiming she smelt like manure in hay,
Nelly used expensive oils and attars,
some came from lands very far,
Her raiments were made of the finest silks
but people still told her she smelt
like days old milk,
They shunned and booed her,
talking behind her back,
hoping and praying she would have a heart attack,
The gripe they harbored had nothing to do with
Nelly's smell, it was because her family owned
several oil wells,
Neverthelss, she brought her own lunch which made
her naysayers feel as if they were incompetent bunches,
The farce of living as the Joneses do, never appealed to
Nelly because she knew the value of a dollar,
So while folks snickered and stared, corking their noses
causing her despair,
She sat and ate her snicker doodle sandwiches with her
little pinky waving in the air,
Smelly Nelly they chanted everyday, but she shrugged
her shoulders and continued on her merry way,
Cartier, Chanel and Youth Dew were always in her backpack,
but she knew it was hard for critics to understand her modest lifestyle,
They all rumoured that she lacked!
Afterall, she rather "enjoyed" their ignorance,
watching them treat her as if she were a rotten as mere happenstance,
But Nelly soon conquered her critics by blossoming into a
lovely swan, forgetting about the negativity, and meanness,
leaving the penny section to stew in their own mess......

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Eh, pal what are your chances of winning?
Ah, you could have banked all this saving
for an early retirement...
to cherish that sentiment!
When you're completely broke, start cringing!

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I once knew a girl who lived far away,
Who told me a fairy tale one sunny day,
We would be friends for evermore,
I would never be shown the door, 
I called her my friend but she wouldn’t stay,

The story is over the finish less than gay,
The fact is my life has been put in disarray,
Best friends an oath she swore,
But that doesn’t count anymore,
The pain I feel will end soon I hope and pray, 

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For what purpose

Contradictory remark consists of abusive material.
destruction in relations to develop blaming serial.
Love and trust fires hate and jealous for what purpose!
good friend or partner become enemy with anger dose,
relation cracks as earthquake disaster a concrete building.

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The Classy Lassie from Tallahassee

There once stayed a dove in Tallahassee With blond hair the bonniest of lassies She helped with my writes Morning, noon and night After breakfast, we started to write classy

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It Is Not Funny, Sharon Weimar

Redbubble is a place where artists meet.
Talents may economically compete.
Moving on left folks behind.
What happiness did you find?
Are you joyful at your poetry retreat?

Long ago, you enjoyed Poetry Soup.
You said that you had to go regroup.
Well, now your poems are gone.
New winners must be drawn.
You are missed and thats the latest scoop!

Days and years have sped as fast as light.
Your works have been deleted from this site.
What, now, is on your mind?
Were friendships left behind?
Does inspiration still bring delight?

Sometimes, we have to take a detour
To green pastures and skies bright azure.
I write these thoughts today
Hoping bliss has come your way.
Trusting that your talents still endure.

© January 11, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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My Dear Old Friends - My Shoes

I have a pair of friends I've had for years

     Should we part I would surely drown in tears

          Together we've trod byways

               Although we've seen better days

                    My scruffy old shoes that I bought at Sears

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for Skat's "Shoes" Contest

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To The Poets Who Broke My Heart PC JB JP MM LM

Your are PC kind words you do not lack
And when I read you, my eyes alight 
You are a treasure 
Beyond measure
For you, my heart is a flying kite!

You are JB the man of sweet dreams 
As I read your word my heart beams 
Cause tenderness begets   
What the heart can’t forget 
You’re s longing in this happy realm!

You are JP the man with a French name 
I feel you’re soul is too wild to tame 
So I just enjoy the touch 
Of words that fill me much 
You’re sense of deep is as clear as rain 

You are MM an intelligent man with sword 
You’re at the cutting edge of poetry a Lord 
Yet you are too modest 
To write with the rest  
Our collab will wait, until we tie the chord 

You are LM   the man that writes love songs 
I am an admirer from far, part of your throng 
I feel you close 
When I’m morose 
I just turn to u’r lyrics, & suddenly I’m strong;

Ps. There are so many more not mentioned 
What can I say, I’m easy when it comes to falling in, 
And impossible when it comes to falling out, 
I have you all in my heart sweet hearts, 
Love & Light xxx You’re Mystic Diva!!!  


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My juicy grapes are so ripe, plump and white,
they have soaked up most of the summer's sun...
will they make the tastiest wine?
Sparkling wine for gests' delight...
while I pull the air-tight cork with true might!

Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Bottle Of Wine "
June 23, 2001

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Happy Birthday Larry 2012

I submit this limerick today.

Fellow Soupers, please heed what I say!

        A favorite poet of mine,

        on Saturday, June 9

will be facing, another Birthday!

Larry Belt, there's a wish, I suggest,

even though I can't speak for the rest,

        the wish that I send,

        is HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my friend,

as a Poet, you are the best!

   Many happy returns, Larry!

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Your pleasant salutational way never fails to make my day. Whenever you pass by, you always say "Hi". I can let you know that I'm OK. Inspired by another member's poem

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Cool companionship

The best I got from you… firm friendship
The world’s most trusted unsinkable ship.
     In this wonderful world
     With a colorful cord;
What I’ll give you is… cool companionship.

Dedicated to all my friends especially Tee~Y

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There Once Was a Man

There once was a man called O'leary Through lack of sleep his eyes were all bleary He tried counting sheep So he could get some sleep But now O'leary is not only bleary but weary
22/06/2012 Thanks Terry

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Introducing Guru Jad

My friend is a new Souper
I think he’s super duper!
His writing is great
So don’t hesitate
Guru Jad is no blooper!

His poem is called “In Glee”
Now you must listen to me
Give it a quick read
Make that your good deed
You’ll like him just wait and see!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Soup Needs Stirring

The celery is starting to droop, The chickens have all flown the coop The broth is tasting quite bland, The carrots need a hand, Come on let's add some spice to the soup! Stick in your slotted or wooden spoon, Let's heat this up, morning, night or noon, We can be wild we can be fun, All my friends, you are number one, Take a taste of our shared soup real soon. Add some flakes of laughing potion, Mix it up with a stirring motion, Lets see all the souper smile, Humor is a happy style, Wow me with your poetic devotion!

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Limerick: Once Gout which got a Lady in disease

Limerick : Once Gout which got a Lady in disease

Once Gout which got Lady in disease
Which meant she couldn’t hop ‘bout with ease
In doubt came together
With Louts feeling Super(ior)
To keep Gadabouts (from) eating Chinese.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

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Remains and Residue of Love

56 years. 

Now he lives on the 8th floor, 
she lives on the sixth. 

2 floors, 
two buttons, 
and 20 feet away. 

He travels 
by cane. 

they don't make those things 
out of saw-dust, 
she lives 

2 buttons, 
two floors, 
and 20 feet away. 

Too much momentum 
to spin her attempts, 
he waits for her guide downstairs.

Paces in front of the window each day, 
and when she makes her move, 
he hurries down 
-well, he tries- 
so she won’t assemble outside, 

Always wondered what they talked about, 
perhaps the loss of their only daughter 
thirty years ago. 

perhaps not.

That other day 
she sat alone, 
and I thought 

... he may have just had taken a nap... 
and as she rested there waiting, 

she joined him, 
in the only way she could.

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James 'Jimbo' Marshall Goff ( A Limerick)

‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’

 There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo
Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo
    That When He Spoke To The Trees
       They All Dropped Their Leaves
At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O

For Jimbo ... Because of His Depth of Soul
           Tenderness For Nature
Strong Convictions, Multi-Faceted Triumphs
          and an All Around Good Guy

                 Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee

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Ever since my lobotomy 
I buy tickets in the lottery, 
and the day that I win   
I'll be invitin' in 
everyone in my coterie.  

Entered in Susan Burch's Lottery Ticket Limerick Contest for Feb 2, 2012.

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Katie Kangaroo was keen,
'Koala!' she had just seen,
'K!' said Koala,
And her name was Karla,
Which was why Katie's so keen.

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Little Things Mean a Lot

The big things never mean as much
When your little things do not touch
Wrap around, tie and knot
The big things that I got-
Your convenience, best interest and such.

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Barbie Dolls

You really can’t blame Barbie dolls
For always ignoring Ken’s calls
For it’s obvious that
The poor kid was flat
And GI Joe had all the balls

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I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.

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There is a Lady Called Vie

There is a lady called Vie Who in my opinion I hold high She’s turned out to be a mate And I hope it not too late To say a big a thanks and a Hi
Bless you Vie Bombardieri and thanks for your ongoing support © 19/06/2012 ~GG~

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Chris D A

A poet we all know as Chris
Loves to write limericks like this
In rhythm and rhyme
We get leud baudy lines
A winner we just can't dismis

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I once had a big fury bunny,
He was sweet and yes, he was funny.
He would hop all day,
and then I would say,
Let’s go to the park where it's sunny.

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Gal Pal Sal

I once had a friend named Sally
Who loved the Fresno Valley.
Her desire to travel
Soon did unravel
A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley.

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I refrain from uttering for I know what it would mean
I am sorry but I definately would not intervene
Such heartbreak such confusion
My heart is so full of delusion
Yet I will not convene!

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Dee said she loved me I was pleased 
She wanted me I was relieved
But Dee let me down
I felt like a clown
Turned down to be a man I peeved

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Inspiration in the Heather

Semaj and his American dove
Doing things they so dearly love
    Writing co-writes together
    As they lie in the heather
They fit like a finger inside a glove

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the poet who broke my heart DB, LB

Me myself and I,
Whoever we are,
You are the poet who broke my heart,
You wrote words of love,
You fitted me perfectly like a glove,
And I really pulled myself in,
Falling for myself, what a silly billy I have been,
Falling for my own words my own feelings,
But what a great lover you, I mean I was,

To the other poet who broke my heart,
You wrote words of undying love,
In a way I somehow connect to you,
With the iron taste on my lips,
Dame girl you’re my drug I can’t resist, 
Capsizing my heart like a failed attempt suicide,
You brought me down to me knees,
But it’s time to give up my sweet drug,
I no longer love you,
The poet who broke my heart,

giggles now that was fun,
thank you skat for doing this contest,
this is all made up because LB is a wicked poet,

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Two Poets Named James (Limerick Game)

I've been tagged by a poet named Fraser
He's known as a Highland star gazer
With such passion imparts
Are the poems from his heart
And a wit that's as sharp as a razor

Now it's time for the other man, James
The Soup family cheered when you came
Mr. Goff you've been tossed
Right into the flames
Of Miss Guzzi's new Limerick game!

You are it....James Goff !!

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Ruby, It Ain't Tuesday...

My dear darling Rube,
Just think, if you were
smokin' a doob
The poetic miles you could cross...
Yet your talent is there,
And I know just how rare
And I know that you care,
And now for words, I am at a  loss. 

Thanks, your fan, tom

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Not My Way

A friend is what I am by night and day,
Regardless of what other people say,
Oh, the good thing you must note, 
Is that peace and love I sought,
So sleep well, I take not your wife away!