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My PoetrySoup

M y eyes see what your heart is feeling
Y our feelings you write out as poetry

P ain, love, joy, wonder, inspiration
O nly you can help me see, hear,and feel you
E ven though only words you have written they
T ouch my heart and mind deeply from within
R equiring me to write a poem so full of feeling as
Y ou become my poetry I write from my heart
S mile, laugh, cry, whisper, or shout
O pen your heart, mind, and soul
U tter your words on paper or screen
P oetry is where I see and feel your soul

Tons of comma fun!
contest of Russell Sivey

Written by: Carol Brown
3rd Place Winner

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The Man in the Wilderness

Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam

Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind

I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be

For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home

So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness

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Our single soul

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

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I don’t care if you have a degree 
or that your self-published textbook
is a decree to take a closer look 
at time-tested, armor plated antiquities.

I don’t care if you know your stuff,
fluffing your sleek, interlocked lines
and keeping things just so, just so 
in ascot wearing, dandy rhymes.

I don’t care if you can recite
the Mikado in its entirety,
as you pose in the spotlight,
Yum-Yum for all posterity.

I care about the longing
that I found in the verse
of a friend, words filled with whys 
that scattered a soft, rainy season 
to the oblivious winds.

I care about the heart
that became a puzzle, tiny pieces,
a thousand tiny pieces calling
out for me to reassemble,
winged things both soaring
then suddenly falling like 
reoccurring dreams,
art that almost trembled
in gentle riddles crafted to tease.

I care about the grip
that held the pen and how the paper
became damp and creased
as thoughts played in short stanzas,
tethered to honesty,
such a rare and noble quality,
even on the pages of poetry. 

I care that caring is vanishing 
like stone angels in cemeteries,
conversations on park benches or
the respect for ones peers:
those that dot their teary i’s,
those that shiver in life's trenches,
those that scry with ink, language seers. 

They ask so little in return,
Only the freedom to search for truth,
in their own voice, in their own time,
and safety from condemnation, 
ruthless lies and snobbery.

I care about a forgotten virtue.
I care about decency. 

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My Sudoku Life

And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.

Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.

Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.

So they can welcome me with open arms.

Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.

They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.


This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.

Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.

But, I could never fit in.

For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.

Timing would always be off.

An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…

They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.

For they’ll just calculate,
my sum with rusty protractor.

This Zero, into a fraction...

© Drake J. Eszes

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Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing


to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

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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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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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A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2

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Shar W, Sharon T, Emilia, Charma, Ruben, Mitch, Phong, and Hicky

Smiles light my eyes as I think of them, 
I see them as my Soup waves~
they come and go, they go and come,
these people who've lit up my visits here
Some of them fleeting, some of them lasting,
those moments instilled in me forever...I hope they wave hello

She is the epitome of substance and class,
a Huge honor for me to call her friend
She's the ever graceful angel,
with her beautiful poetry, with her thoughtful actions
It's always a treat when I see her pass here,
Sweet Shar, thank you so much for always being there!

Another precious gem is she, my friend beyond poetry,
she's been an inspiration even before Soup
Her eloquent poems always touch my heart,
I miss how her memorable verses flow effortlessly...
And even if I only see her once in a blue moon,
Wonderful, caring Sharon, I'm so grateful for your lasting friendship!

She is like me in so many ways, Emilia is such a dear
Her poetry speaks right through me, a deep soul
that swims in an ocean of thoughts and dreams
How I hope this sweet Pisces girl lends flavor back here
In any case, I'm so thankful that I've gotten to know her...
Dearie, poetry hugs us, as I do, te imbratisez!

The charming Charma is also unforgettable,
her sweet and romantic words are always a pleasure to read.
She's someone I've also shared dessert recipes with,
together with hopes, prayers and dreams...
She always leaves wonderful encouraging words
Lovely friend, I'm so thankful for the support you've given me!

and although fleeting, these men have always made me smile...

Ruben, his smile alone can light up the page...
His wise, witty words and ever generous heart
pave the way for memorable poetry that leaves lumps in throats--
I hope you're doing good wherever you are, thank you for fun times!

Mitch, I wonder where he's driving now, 
whether someone else has captured his heart?
A talented man who can write poems in a flash, 
thank you for the inspiring and kind words, I hope you're doing ok!

Phong, haiku guy in search for the perfect rump...
Makes me think if he ever found a non-jiggly one for his rotisserie
Shame, he was here only for a short while, but ah, the laughter he elicited
Thanks so much for that, I hope you're dabbling more in free verse poetry!

Hicky, the ever sweet old gentleman with kind words...
his poetry always left me with a sense of wonder and smiles.
How I pray that he's doing good, and that his book writing is doing well,
Thank you my dear Hicky, I sure miss you here!

-nikko :)

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Poet Destroyer A

Poetess she is, whose magic is cast with great ease
Opulent in words, charming to the utmost degrees, 
Engraving hisses, silhouettes, images of natures surreal
Trespassing horizons never stretched out to an ideal 

Destroyer as known for, although she's here to compose
Enchating poems and songs her beautiful soul bestows
Such a fusion encourages poets to hold their inks and quills
To write 'bout nymphs in seas or orchards filled with daffodils 
Rampantly defeated by her as what often happens, except
Of all practiced skilled writers she's definitely the most adept
Yielded in a words-battle having a single acknowledged end
Efficacious "She" is by far a star who can simply transcend,
Reproductions of literary stylistic forms in her magnificent way

A lady I know as Linda with a pseudonym Poet Destroyer A!  

© Guru Jad 2013

Dedicated with Admiration! :)

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It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.

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' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !

For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
                           The  MoonBee

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' Raul Moreno, Poet - Sensei ... ' 56th Senryu

‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’   56th  Senryu

   Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show

From Magnanimous Me (he! he!)  (LOL)
             Love Your Poetry, 
        Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee

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I Remember the Day

I remember the day when comments were the main
They're all very instrumental to the Soup's mainframe
Some comments are influential that created other writes
And many were like tuition that kept us crisp and bright

But there now appears a drought growing larger every day
We need to increase our comments as they help us write our says
Maybe it's time for change, for the Soup to alter it's route
Many foundations have recently left, will others follow suit

The columns showing us the views, tells us nothing at all
How many have clicked on a poem thinking that's a bit of a trawl
So another poem was open and not a word was read
So basically the views are worthless, because comments are our thread

We can learn from our comments but we will never learn from the views
It's our democratic choice for all, of what we do and choose
Nothing stays the same for ever as it appears to be
It's still the worlds best poetry site, that's down to you and me

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         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.


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To the happy lady behind those black shades,
I dedicate my poem as an exchange gift
for her incredible kindness and gracious wit...
even her words amaze the youngest lads!

Since her work was featured on Poetry Soup years ago,
I've become her admirer, and avidly read every poem she writes
with the passion and aspiration of a true poetess who immensely delights;
and doesn't she always capture the reader's attention with her unselfish ego? 

Many are the dreams she we all do for another laud,
and from her insightful thoughts written with refined style;
who wouldn't be her loyal fan and often drop her a line?
Read all of her poems and feel what makes her proud!

Sweet and lovely friend, accept my dedication
and add this name to the memoirs of your ambition;
sincere and kind friend, isn't honor the greatest joy 
when someone such as me praises you as Helen of Troy?

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The dance

If I were to take your hand
                                     And ask you to dance
By the light of the moon
                                     Would you take a chance
You know I am just a dreamer
                                     Or so it would seem
For there is nothing I won't do
                                     In search of my dream
To me a dream is but a story
                                     Waiting to be told
And as a poet writes their dream
                                     They try to break the mold
So as you dance across your dream
                                     Trying to get it right
Close your eyes and drift away
                                     Dance with me tonight
As we dance across the floor
                                     Know my words are true
I have answered all my dreams
                                     Just by holding you

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Poetry Soup

Poets sharing their hearts and souls
Openly and honestly with each other
Expressing their deepest feelings
Truly understanding and caring
Rights of others shall be respected
Yearning to offer everything we can

So much variety, the spice of life
Opens many doors of knowledge
Understanding others views on life
Provides us with each others blessings

You know not a day goes by that I
don't feel like I should do more to
show you all how important you are
to me. I love you all and I'm not
ashamed to say when your poems
are sad I cry, when their happy I 
laugh and when they teach I learn.
"Provides us with each others blessings"
Thats what the soup is! Thank you
"Team Poetry Soup", Michael

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Hiding in the Flow

Ask me not for which I write
I simply wish to share my plight

Searching for answers, one little clue
I don’t understand the things that I do

I reckon I lost it somewhere in a tear
Shed over someone that I hold dear

But how can I find it, where did it go?
I think its hiding somewhere in the flow

The flow seems as natural as it can be
My own special way of dealing with me

The thing about writing is that I love to learn
Somewhere along the way we all get our turn

Our turn is crucial and there’s no going back
I swear, I could get lost on a small oval track

I reckon that’s the thing I love about our site
I shall never get lost, not as long as I write

To me writing is not just joy it is also a key
That opens the door and then sets my soul free

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With a Little Help From My Friends

“Billy Shears” was a pseudonym for Ringo. He was the drummer for the Fab Four as you would know. The Sergeant Pepper album for this group went far. Vocals for the second track were supplied by Mr. Starr. “With a Little Help From My Friends” had a good sound. On the back of the album cover, the lyrics could be found. Inspiration for writing comes in a stream and never ends. I get my ideas with a little help from my friends.

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Ladies of Poetry Soup

I read their words and stand in awe
Poetic words that have no flaw
For an old sailor who has seen his day
These ladies still take my breath away

They write with passion and hearts of gold
And as they write, new worlds unfold
Their legacy will be carved in stone
Each has a style all their own

I read each word and dwell on each line
On a dreary day, they make the sun shine
I sit at my computer as another day closes
I feel like a thorn in a bouquet of roses.

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Like candy for strangers

  Like candy for strangers 
on Halloween night
she ties up her sweet words
in wrappers of light

 Expressions of happiness 
laced with a thought
of poignant remembrance
of childhood she caught

from reading your life
as you wrote it all out
in peppermint  sparkles
and chocolate doubt.

holding her apron,
     she captures the fall
of every confection
 and rewraps them all

 in yummy new sprinkles
 with strawberry swirls,
she flavors the taste 
for the rest of the world.

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Welcome To the Soup

Welcome, Ms. Valmer!!  Glad you are aboard- now you can comment on any 
poem, right after reading it....and try your hand at your own, should you choose.
Lotsa great people here.  PS- could not open greeting sent- comp. needs 
something installed - some file, I'll have to find out how to do it.  So glad you 
joined! Luv, tom

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I have entered many poetry contests
to display my amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  

When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!

I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!

And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
               Tim, Leon, John, Michael, Jim and Yoni
               Deborah, Krista, Adeleke and Charlie
   …  James, The (Two) Ruben(s) and (The Quik-Composer) Raul
   …  and Many, Many More, I Love to Hear At Dinner-Call !

                  The PoetrySoup …

… It Has Member – Mushrooms
Chew and Chat Lunchrooms
Delectable  Hors d'oeuvre
Every Ear-Full… Heard
Every Mouthful… Taste
Spoonful of Gourmet Grace
Voila’ Words, Don’t Waste
Simmer-Slow and Baste’

In Dug-up, Sweet Potatoes
  Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
Garlic and Oregano Are Just Some Suggestions
And Here’s Some Mint… for Your Digestion
Parsley to Parley and Jive-Chives, Just Keep Stirring
But There’s No Clam Chowder, Shrimp, or Herring

A Dash of This… A Dash of That Seasoning
A Pinch of That and Sprinkle This Reasoning…
On The Side with the Mustard and Relish, so Fresh
Are the Cucumber-Contest and Radish Requests
And I Can’t Forgo the Tongue-in-Cheek Puns…
Your Laughter is Passed Around, like Hot-Buttered Buns !

…  Poets … Are Proverbial Peas In The Pod
The Harvesters of Herbs-Heard, in The Garden of God
so... Salt and Pepper to Your Superb Style
Did You Say Cheese, Please ?... ( Full Mouth Smile !)
There’s Hot Chicken Broth, When You Are Cold
Everybody Knows… Its Good For The Soul
And All That’s On The Human Menu… It’s In There !
… Even A Mother’s … Tenderized Care
Like Campbell’s Brand… Its Umm… Umm… Good !
The Aspire – Asparagus, I Took… I Understood
So, PoetrySoup’s Cupboard is Never Bare
And There Ain’t No Bones, No Medium, Just Rare
And On The Star-Burner… Is The Savory Meat
So… Grab A Heartbeat-Bowl… and Bona Petit’…

Yes, Thank You, PoetrySoup
(You’re Up There with MoonBee’s FruitLoops !)

It Has Been A Pleasure Getting To Know You All 
Thru Your Beautiful Expressions, Coming Straight
From Your Warm and Welcoming Hearts

God Bless You......


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Mess With My Friend Jack

Listen up, 
You tyros, 
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
Yeah, Reed,
He's cool people, 
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Cut the crap and show
Some class,
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__

Details | Bio | |

A Note To the Young Girl On The Other Side Of This World

Hello, Farrah....
It's 7Am here, and cold
Just awoke, with,
Oh, Here We Go Again!
Fever, Pain, Confusion,
And Lots of Other Groovy Things
To Keep My Mind Busy...
Many more people know of you
than a few days ago....
Did you ever hear of Rod Mckuen?
Professional poet/ musician/songwritter-
One of the reasons I love poetry...
Not only will you understand him, you should
enjoy him.....Sorry about your work load....
My French is rusty.....I'm pretty good in geometry though;
received 100% on NYS Regents Exam when young-
an unheard of thing, scores in college of 97-99% for the term's work,
and it seemed easy as pi    (joke- pie, etc....oh, why am I explaining it,
sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.......)  Hope you have a happy day.....write an 
indepth poetic bio??   I'd love it, so would many others....
you are known in literary circles here now, I'd venture to guess....
surprising, the power of words, n'est pas?  Je ne sas pa, rien du tout....pardon 
my spelling and's unused since early 1960's (ancient history)  What 
city are you in?  Ever travel???  A favorite destination???  Any questions about
the enigmatic nature of "Americans?"  We're really well meaning, just sometimes
seems we might misinterpret, or misunderstand things obvious to others (and 
vica versa....) Do you get to see movies???  Need books to read??  I got a library 
of 10,000 books, at least, being handicapped gives me too much time on my 
hands, and my health leaves me precious little of a future to expect.   I have lots 
of funny stories.   I hope you are okay....I never met anyone so brilliant in 57 years 
of living.   Youf friend in poetry, tom."

Details | Senryu | |

' Devonshire and Fraser ... ' 44th Senryu

‘ Devonshire and Fraser … ’      44th   Senryu

Some Poems, Highland Fling
Kilt-Clad-Portrait, Scotland’s Theme
The Laird of Sweet-Dreams

Devonshire, The Dove
A Vision Of Light and Love
Highland, Speaks Well Of …

Together They Write
All Combinations Delight
Deep Thinkings, With Might

For:          The Dynamic-Duo of Poetry Soup
      James Fraser and Carolyn Devonshire – ( 2 Scoops)
                  You’re In My Must Read Group …

                              Your Poet-Friend,
                                             The  MoonBee

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Mrs Carol Brown

Communities have a pillar
Carol is this ones name
Our Poet Laureate
Who demands no fame

This poetess
Called Mrs Brown
Is more like a mother
In Poetry's Soups town
She cradles and welcomes
Us poets anew
To this amazing website
A community so true

She's now back in the fold
Where she loves to be
To read what she can
Of you and thee

So Mrs Carol Brown
For your kind comments and words
The Honor given to you
Undoubtedly deserved

" For Mrs Carol Brown "

Details | Bio | |

Pain In The Neck

I'm very happy I found this site, is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...

It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..

I spend so much time hunched over,
typing in my silly poems,
Hoping that they'll soon be read
In many far off homes...

But I do appear to have a problem...
A physical one at that...
My neck is hurting so severely,
By hours looking down,
writing and reading..
In the spot I sat...
I gotta make a judgement call...
Is the fun worth more than the pain?
Compared to the fun I have, the pain begins to pall
Who would not prefer the sunshine to the rain??

Details | Rhyme | |

" Hail to Raul Moreno "

May i thank for the Honor
To be free on this site
To be allowed to express
Our mind and its write
We do unto others
As they do unto us
They allow us to write
No deliberation for crass
A lovely poet who wrote his mind
Its his to applaud
And for us to be kind
Read and dissect
As we interpret his say
Poets like Raul
Are here every day
So what ever he writes
On any given day
His freedom to express
In his own way
His feelings and thoughts
Are entirely his say
" Hail to Raul Moreno "

Details | Quatrain | |

Entangled In Ivy

Oh, what a heart this one does have
As she writes words for us all
Left for reading, while heart is bleeding
Yet, able to make us feel tall
She pours emotion, honestly, wonderfully
Allowing us all to be a part
So, for this, I say to my dear friend
Thank you for sharing your heart

Details | I do not know? | |


She's one out of many always standing tall
 through it all
She holds her head up and speaks out without 
a doubt
I saw her spoke at a Velm's Hair Connction Convention 
in 2004 n voting
I said wow so pofound I think i'll stick around for a while
She was sharing to the world and to the young people
that staying ahead is the key and sucess to life
Who wants to live in strife
Expressing that knowledge is power
Especially in society today
Could we have known that a plane would have hit
those towers or did we under estimate our powers
To be alert and always on guard
That bad news had to really hit hard
So many lives had been torn apart
Do we really live and learn what we are taught
So many soldier's we've lost in these foughts
So to them we give a silent moment from our hearts
Jackie, what carrissama you have and a frind to know
So to you this is our love we show
There's many more years for us all to continue and grow

Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 2

Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”

A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom” 
Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”

A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”

Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart” 
With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”

The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”

Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”

Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”

Details | I do not know? | |

Go to Hell

(This is a fictional poem)

You called me a bastard and that was uncalled for.
I don't want to be your friend anymore.
You're not only a jerk, you're a loser as well.
I'm tired of taking your abuse so you can go to Hell.

Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Details | Light Poetry | |

' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( or My Scheherazade )

To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

 - - - - - - - - - -

… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …

“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “

- - - - - - - - - -

A Childhood Poem Remembered …

           I See The Moon
      and The Moon Sees Me
       GOD Bless The Moon
         and GOD Bless Me

… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …

                                 The  MoonBee

Details | Couplet | |

Thanks. You are Souper!

I thought I would just say
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

For all of You Souper people are 
In my estimation, the ones who care.

It is wonderful to have your comments, too
When I write something here for all of you.

The joy of reading your works and words
Goes well beyond the things I've heard.

And in the short time that I have around you
Friendships through words abound, too.

I say that you are the cheeriest bunch
With whom I have never sat down to lunch.

But I'll say a prayer of thanksgiving for all
And hope that the Lord hears my call.

For tomorrow when we remember the good things in life
I'll count all of you in, with a thought none too brief.

With you I feel like I am a true part,
So, I say "Thank You All, from the bottom of my heart".

Details | Sonnet | |


Guro, your innovation has potency, Oceans reform between coupled words, Here, life shares its language, its coherency, where quills lift the wings of Flaming Sunbirds. Lines travel with intent, a gentle verve, touching the past before tapping tomorrow, truth lays down straight lines, but images curve, a geography built by shades of sorrow. Each verse becomes a world unexplored, night softens its crush, day nurses old scars, for joy never stays; Gone, those we’ve adored, though not so far, Friend, not so very far. Poetry has left the page, no longer alone, breaching the soul, wizening even bone.
Inspired by Nette's LANGUAGE OF NERUDA'S HEART, It seemed to fit that the way she feels about Neruda's heart is the way I feel about hers. *Filopino translation of Guro, Mahal Kita is: Teacher, I love you The Flaming Sunbird is only found in the Phillipines... Nette, just drop a word to anyone, anyone at all to say you are well. I am so very worried. You are missed. Tremendously. xoxox

Details | Couplet | |


I wanted to enter the contest offered by P. D.
As I can do couplets like 1 - 2  - 3.

When looking at the list of Foxy things to write
The Silver Fox Fur for P. D. came home to bite.

She doesn't deserve one of reddish hue
But Silver, yes indeed with, she could do.

For the special poetry writes P. D. puts on
Many a contest with them she has won.

Words that flow like "Slam, Bang, Boom"
Could only come from P. D.'s Foxy Room.

When they are read and and read over by me
Sometimes I see how Foxy she can be.

That's the real art in the written form
Doing something outside the established norm.

Words so clever, cute, rewarding, and sly
Make P. D.'s Foxy side show so apparently.

That's why the color of fur cannot be red
It wouldn't fit the gifted nature that fox can tread.

So "A Silver Fox Fur for P. D." is one I would award
To one of the Foxiest writers I am drawn toward!

For P. D.'s Inner Animal Contest.

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I wish to welcome you to this site.
Now let's see the things you write.

Details | Rhyme | |

Hug of Words - feat Michael J Falotico

Hug of  Words

By: Dinda Minardi and Michael J. Falotico

Two sets of eyes that never met.
A hug across lands where words connect.
We whisper and dream in poems so clear.
So far away but can still wipe a tear.
A friendship with no sounds, but a treasure I did found.
Thousands of landscapes and lining mountains,
Cannot separate our mingled words that fountained
Dear precious, our bond is stronger than before is certain
Wishing spells and crafted words in rainbow tint
We fulfill each other, as dry season completed by season of rain

By: Michael J. Falotico and Dinda Minardi
For Tracie Edwards
Contest Name	'Grab a mate and collaborate

*9th place in the contest

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Poets Passion

Poetry soup satisfies so well,
Comments making hearts swell.

A long awaited return to grace,
A writers haven, a sacred place.

Each one telling their own story,
Hoping for prestige, honor and glory.

Poetry flows the way it wants,
Bursting from one's own taunts.

Belief in those who believe in you,
A poets passion always holds true.

Dedicated to my loving soup family...

Details | Rhyme | |

A Writer's Longing

My writer, my writer,
where art thou
and our times shared through the pen ? 
I miss our writing together
as I look back
now and then.

My writer, my writer, 
for this I long;
to write with you once again.
Our writing together
a perfect song.
So let’s write my writer and when ?

Details | Acrostic | |

It's Just One Word

 Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise  my fist.
    How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
   Have you taken a look around to see  there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
   No compassion  for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be  aware.
    Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
   This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we  race to the top.
   Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith  we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
    Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
    Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
    We will all band together so we can stand  tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.

Details | Rhyme | |

Your Heart of Gold

Many of you have visited me 
In this little corner of our world
Where words are measured 
And viewed as treasures
From somewhere deep within;
Yet rarely have I said, “Thank you” 
To all my poetic friends.  
For stopping by with good cheer and warmth 
Wishing me fare thee well;
Yet rarely do I reciprocate 
Your uplifting magic spell.  
Like star dust sprinkled everywhere 
From the kindness you extol;
This simple phrase is all I have 
To thank your heart of gold.  

Details | Rhyme | |

Musings from a Meter Maid

A meter maid I’ve never been
But Deb’s convinced me I have sinned
So now I write this verse for her
With hopes her wrath I won’t incur

“Defrost” is said as de’ frost here
The South is different, it’s so clear
Sur-re’-al sometimes sounds sur-eel’
But what means more is how I feel

About a poem and what it says
If written by a serf or prez
My meter’s time is running out
This WAS a strain, beyond a doubt

*LOL :)  Entry for the Meter Contest
Iambic Pentameter

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Death Of A Believer

The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
            © ron wilson

Details | Free verse | |

OF Poets, Parasites And You

I am the word that grasps your soul and twists
An iota of sorrow or joy into your subconscious 
I speak truth and you interpret, absorb or reject
Your silver clad universe is not my cloud filled sky
Your autumn soft earth is not the path that I tread
But your suffering is the pain that aches my heart 
I am the word

You are the faceless one that takes my offspring
And delivers it prematurely stillborn to the world
That lays its corps in some far off barren desert
Dances a dance of pleasure on its alabaster bones
Chants a song of praise as  nectar  becomes carrion 
Then rinse your palate with the gall of the unjust 
You are the faceless one

You are my rock that lifts me above the raging sea
That wraps me in your cloak on chill winter nights
You go barefoot to enable me to walk stony trails
That lead to high places I have not even envisaged
You welcome me to exalted company without gain
Then lay me on a bed of lavender scented words
You are my rock

Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.

Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.

Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 

Details | Acrostic | |

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)	






            I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong.  I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts.  This is, truly, a special community.  
            Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.

Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.

Details | Free verse | |

Happy New Year

To all the beautiful flowers, radiant in every color and hue.. Rich and gifted in too many ways to count; You who thrive within this garden tucked away in cyber space; Giving and sharing; lifting and caring, From my heart to yours come Warm wishes for the coming year! May all good wishes for yourself, family and friends Bear ripe and abundant fruit! HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ~*~

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Ex-Best Friends

Two people have broken their friendship ties because of either a disagreement or he or she has found out that his/her boyfriend/girlfriend had an affair with his or her best friend of one too many years. This type of betrayal has taken its toll on all people since day one. It seems that this friendship wasn't enough for him or her, especially when this guy chose this girl over her best friend and this girl has chosen this guy over his best friend. Why these people aren't best of friends anymore is because for one, his girlfriend or her boyfriend cheated on him or her with his or her best friend and for two, they've gotten themselves in a lot of compromised situations. It breaks the hearts of every human being just thinking about it. He or she, of all people, should know that they've been the best of friends since kindergarten and/or elementary school. So now that these people are no longer friends, thereby being "ex-best friends," I guess he or she has no choice but to move on with their lives. These people have broken ties from each other, eventually trying to rebuild them. But even if he or she has betrayed his or her best friend, one should be seriously forgiven for all the misdeeds he or she's done: trying to take his or her girlfriend or boyfriend, leaving him or her hanging, everything. These two people are best friends and they're all they've got. But the sad thing about two people being ex-best friends is that not only are they not talking to each other anymore, they've humiliated each other publicly and personally. So, if that's the way these two people want it and they want to cut off communication with each other, well, then two ex-best friends (guys and girls) have no choice but to wish them the best of luck and hoping that they'd forgive each other in the near future.

Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Linda Marie & Tasty Soup ... '

Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup
Your Words, How Wisely They Troup
Across The Written Page, We Read
Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed

So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head
They’re Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread
So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear
I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here

You’ve Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You
And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True
All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul
And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold

Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace
Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place
At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup
A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group

For:  Linda Marie, Tho’ You’re Still Sorta New Kiddo
Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile … 
(I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes)

                          Your Poet-Sis,


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Prince Of The Passionate Land (or) Prince Freakasso ... '

To The Prince Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With Both Words and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases

In A Far Fifth-Dimension of Grandeur
Or On A Different Cubism-Dream-Wonder
Sometimes, He Splash-Blue-Subdued
Oft Times, Just Look At The Hues, He’s Used !

His Word-Pictures Paints Such Fantasies
They Are Prince Freakasso, Styled Originalities
Places, Where Only Imageries, Can Go
Like The ‘Namesake’  Mind of Pablo Picasso

Whose Paintings Shouted, ‘Expressionism’ !
The Same Bold Style Stamps His Individualism
And When Prince Freakasso, Paints With Such Speech
His Lips, Brushes With Words So Sweet

 Prince Freakasso, Of The Passionate Land
Who Paints, With His Lips and Hands
Lightly Brushing Masterpieces
Riding His Realm, Wherever He Pleases

    Aaaah, Sweet Prince
Let Your Painting Commence …

From Your Pearl-Sculptress,


Details | Couplet | |

For Karen O Leary

For Karen O'Leary

Dear friend, you have blessed my life,
serving as a guiding star in deepest strife.

Your decision to leave, I understand
for it seems your talents are in demand.

Your poems are featured in venues worldwide;
the success of your book must fill you with pride

Thank you for sharing your poetry with us --
perhaps six years here is just enough

to hone your skills and embark on new ventures.
You will surely succeed in all your endeavors.

Your presence will sorely be missed on the Soup,
so please stay in touch; keep me in the loop.

Our calls and emails will continue;
I wish you blessings in all you do.

Love to Karen,
Carolyn Devonshire

*Written for Cyndi's challenge in honor of Karen O'Leary who has recently posted her "good-bye" to the Soup.

Details | Lyric | |

Beautiful Inspiration

Beautiful and inspiring is he,
Who sees the world through rose colored glasses.
If only he could see what I see.
His sight is clouded with unfortunate sadness and melancholy
He views the world from a birds eye perspective,
He sees the beauty of the world around him...
Yet true love and honest beauty,
Grounded in reality
He has neglected.
He soars on eagles wings,
Beautiful inspiration is what he brings.
Strong and confident is he,
Yet blinded by loves unsure indemnity.
A broken heart, the gift of his passion
Has left him standing alone...
My beautiful inspiration.

Details | I do not know? | |

That Place

A birth ends, another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.

To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.

(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Audrey, The Orchid ... '

Audrey, Isn’t A Rose …
She Is The Embodiment Of An Orchid
Audrey, Is An Arrow
Her Words … Are Right On Target

And Her Verses Are Perfumes
Her Thoughts Not Easy To Forget
Straight To Heart, She Blooms
Her Sentences, Bear Her Scent

Now, Audrey, Could Be A White Rose
(But She Is Definitely, An Orchid)
And Oh, The Things She Brings and Grows
To The Soupers’ Produce Market …

For:  Audrey Carey-Haick

         Keep Using That Light-Fragrance
That Stays, Long After You’ve Gone Audrey (smile)

Your Poet-Friend,


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
in shameless 
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
all’s fair
in tactical 

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetic Shoes Blues

Sometimes we need a kind ear bent.
So all our troubles, we can vent.
Our hearts get heavy in this life.
It's kind of you to share the strife.

I hope you bear this cross in mind.
Your kind regards, I hope to find.

For Judy Konos contest Put yourself in the readers shoes.

Details | Couplet | |

Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds

Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj

Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

Details | Blank verse | |

Your Artistry Inspired Me

It was your artistry that I had always beheld in envy.
It was your poetry that inspired me to write my own aplenty.
It was your amity that was gone for what seemed to be an eternity.
It was your artistry that kept me holding onto our affinity.

Details | Limerick | |

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

Details | Sonnet | |

Not In Quiet Slumber

Not in quiet slumber spend time alone
Or in rich places with societies'
Cream of the crop, but in reading tone
Upon tone of richness; varieties

Poetry penned for fun among poet friends
That soupy mixture of different beans,
Peas, corn, carrots, onions; those soupers tend
To bless, nourish, mend by gleans

Gleaning of rich blessings from their humor
Political astuteness, knowledge, love
Those that describe like gifted costumer
Whose costumes they talentedly wove

Poetry soup gathering place to uplift
Like minds, rich with societies' gifts

In honor of Carol Brown's contest

Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date written and posted: January 14, 2012

Details | Limerick | |

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

Details | Kyrielle | |

That Thought I Repress

Poetry Soup, I now confess,
Passing would bring me misery
That thought I surely should repress!
O God, be merciful to me.

Lost place to care, lost place to grow.
Lost friends, which share their poetry.
Around in circles I would go.
O God, be merciful to me.

Without the soup, my heart would cry.
Dilly-dallying, fixed ably
Would cause my life to go awry.
O God, be merciful to me.

My troubled mind would soon regress.
In sadness I would walk grimly.
My thoughts might fall to senselessness.
O God, be merciful to me.

My anguished soul would flood with tears.
My happy thoughts would loose their glee.
Blessed by the soup these many years. 
My God, has been merciful to me.

© February 20, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Details | Rhyme | |

Poetic Toxins

I write what I know, and know what I write.
I travel through time, every rhyme with might.
Ruminating the past; its wrongs and its rights.
Any time of the day, and any darkness of night.

I pen history and its future, as small as it seems,
Inking a mission, my pen shadows my dreams.
I engrave bits of pain, through every extreme.
Inscribing a passion, my script and its regime.

My pen is much mightier, than an army indeed,
it slashes its victims with a whimsical need.
It destroys its targets, planting a poetic seed.
It preys on cruelty, and the abusive it feeds.

Feeding a toxic dose, of words and rhymes,
serving a deadly concoction of ink in time.
For the tongue is more lethal in words of rhyme,
the triumphant work of a poet; yours and mine.

Details | Rhyme | |

Peggy Anderson

Peggy Anderson, what can I do
I've tried all evening to get through to you.
I loved your poem about your friends 
And the Iron Bed is like the one I once had.

Keep up the good work 
And thanks for your nice words
On my poems My Guardian Angel
And Stubborn or Gifted.

Keep up the good work
And I'll try again 
To let you know I enjoyed 
The poems you put in.

                            Cile Beer

Details | Senryu | |

' Dane Ann Has Done It ! ...' 66th Senryu

‘ Dane Ann Has Done It ! -  … ’  66th  Senryu

  Dane Ann Has Her Brand !
As Published Poetess Grand ...
    Congratulate Hands !

Dane Ann 's Book: “ 100 Poems For Life ”
Release Scheduled: Jan. 19, 2010
Poetry-Soup, Let’s Give A Hand of Applause !

(I Know, I’m Not The Only One To Know This
But Let’s All Spread The Good News in Our Own
Little Corner Of Poetry-Soup … So, We All Know
Again Congrats Are In Order To:  Dane Ann

            God Bless You, Hon ... Amen

                             The  MoonBee

Details | Senryu | |

In mysterious ways

     ask Him now in pain
pray for peace of mind and heart
     silent answers wait

Details | I do not know? | |

My Poetically Challenged Friend

Well said, my poetically challenged friend... 

Your insight is deep and telling of your sage, 
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage, 

Tell us more of your triumphs and travels, 
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels, 

For it is your frailty which entices, 
The calling of the soul, 
And unlocking of the mind... 

For when we read of your glorious battle, 
And become the fodder of which you prattle, 

Remember that these are are the days, 
We relished the great dreams you gave, 

Soon you will be left to your own devices, 
Kharma so apropos, 
Balancing over time... 

Then with great pride I will be able to say, 
That I once met a poet untamed, 

A free verse poet called Robert Reid Welch, 
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt, 

Oh what great cost the poets price is, 
Always watching yet always alone, 
All to capture truth sublime, 

Again well said, my poetically challenged friend.

Details | ABC | |

A Glurmy Gleepcious Glorp

I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death

I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways

Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways

‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!

My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!

Details | Free verse | |

A Blank Sheet of Paper

A Blank Sheet of Paper
A blank sheet of paper
lies on the table.
It's a reminder
of a life uncertain.
As I take a seat, 
I can't find a thing to write.

A blank sheet of paper
appears in my notebook.
It's a reminder of what we once had.
As I look back, 
I don't know what to write.

A blank sheet of paper
is placed in front of me.
It's a reminder
of what we soon will have.
As I think of you, 
the paper will soon be filled.

A blank sheet of paper
sat on the table.
It was a reminder
of what we had together.
As I remember you, 
I find plenty to write.

Details | Couplet | |

Soupdom Draftee

Just weeks after Dad died, I found my way here
Hoping unsettled emotions would disappear

Hope and warmth came from poets I’d never met
Artists helped me as pain I tried to forget

Their comments so kind and suggestions welcome
In a few months time I’d made many a chum

Experienced writers introduced new forms
Honing skills, I saw my verses transform

How glad I am to have found Poetry Soup
I went from being alone to part of a troop

What keeps me here now is the contacts I made
Poets whose inspiration will never fade

Even those who have left with the passing years
Still stay in touch as they embark on new frontiers

There is no greater gift than friendship to me
Happy I am to be a Soupdom draftee

*Written January 11, 2012 for Carol Browns “What I Like Most about Poetry Soup” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire

Details | ABC | |

MidNight Wishes

Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight. 
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.

The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it, 
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit. 
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea. 

There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see? 

Details | I do not know? | |


In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine

Details | Ballad | |

Better Than Grace

how can we pretend that everything is okay
when the world is soon to turn to grey
I've took this life and its treasures in vane
when you'd easily trade with me any day

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

you say they gave you less than six months
never thought it could hurt this much
I'd give anything just to save you
oh what can i do, just say because

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

with every breath we take, just another test today
don't walk away before it's too late
we should all be ashamed of ourselves because

he's amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

Details | Narrative | |

Word Games

From the twilight of absolution  - he spoke in cliché, the fantasy of living his dream
having seen and done all the things he ever hoped to see and do, in moderation.
Yet, moderation, in and of itself, can be self destructive to the inquisitive self within, 
fortunately, that nagging search of perfection which we all deniably seek, ended  
for him, as the questions affectionately died in the growing of a new relationship.  
She answered in riddles, softly smiling, relishing the thought of his consternation
a long distance friendship involving a badminton-like banter of wordmanship
a decade of age separated their experiences, yet, it only enlivened the language,
in all likelihood, they would never meet, surely, he had been part of a past soul group?
Day by day, words pinged and ponged, hopefully, into cyberspace, infinity and beyond!

Poetic Collaberation By Charles Henderson & Debbie Guzzi

Details | Limerick | |

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

Details | Narrative | |

Word Games

From the twilight of absolution  - he spoke in cliché, the fantasy of living his dream
having seen and done all the things he ever hoped to see and do, in moderation.
Yet, moderation, in and of itself, can be self destructive to the inquisitive self within, 
fortunately, that nagging search of perfection which we all deniably seek, ended  
for him, as the questions affectionately died in the growing of a new relationship.  
She answered in riddles, softly smiling, relishing the thought of his consternation
a long distance friendship involving a badminton-like banter of wordmanship
a decade of age separated their experiences, yet, it only enlivened the language,
in all likelihood, they would never meet, surely, he had been part of a past soul group?
Day by day, words pinged and ponged, hopefully, into cyberspace, infinity and beyond!

Poetic Collaberation By Charles Henderson & Debbie Guzzi

Details | Free verse | |

Untitled II

I interpret what I see
hoping that it's on target
you hope it's what is accepted
or is it?
I read you and then you disappear
no answer
oh dear...did I cross the line?
quickly I try to amend my words with more words
have to be heard...when reading was the culprit
or was it?
oh the written word...(sigh)
IMs become obselete since there's no one 
to answer to...
so I write to plead my case
hoping to propitiate the soul
that may have been hurt.
But then again...
did I misinterpret the no answer?

Details | Free verse | |

Do not read this

But now your here,

Raise a glass
to all the talented poets here
who, inspire us to write everyday
and all the friends we have met along the way.

Brought together
by a common interest
to express our thoughts
and feelings
and give pleasure
to all the poetry family.

peter Dome. copyright. 2012.

Details | Senryu | |

' Dane Ann (Poetess & Web Mistress) ... ' 57th Senryu

‘ Dane Ann (Poetess & Web Mistress) … ’   57th  Senryu

   Dane Ann … Web Mistress
  Poet - Piece De' Resistance
     All Thanks, Assistance

            Your Poet-Fan
       For Dane Ann’s Web Plan
    Makes Poetry Sharing Is Grand …

                   Luv Ya’ Gal …

Details | Free verse | |

Mating the Soul.

Uncommon me 
with rhetoric and fancy shoes.

Uncommon me
for what else do I have to lose?

Uncommon zeal
and half an ounce of courage too-

Uncommon me
and certainly, uncommon you.

(for Johnette)

Details | Sonnet | |

Reality or Dreams?

You think there´s no reality in dreams
Hark! I had my cup and taste Fantasy
Contrary to me you follow schemes
so being abstract, my eyes get hazy

There´s a prize for my Hallucination
And prize I mean: lost or lasting glory
And lost is lost in Mankind´s short Eon
Myth to me is bigger than a story

Had I sweeter words for you – Capricorn?
Here is my dreadful promise in a wink
If I win my glory you get your scorn
Then back to bluish vision I shall sink

Take my friendship, I like you very much!
Reality for you? In dreams I catch!

Details | I do not know? | |


My pen wanders without my permission,
pokes through arches, peers into glass
for it has its own will and so it has its own way.

I worry sometimes what the dark ink will say
and the riddles that hazy lines evoke,
the laced frissons of reason that crackle 
inside a long buried doubt.

Paper, the damned paper, bleeds its skeleton keys,
under its thin façade plays a charade of clout,
odd blunders, for I seek to hold myself in 
all while I turn myself inside out.

Sharing too much, fazed by first drafts,
the nib jots its freak show parade,  
but fiddles with curlicues and hack rhyme
while it plots its spaces, slants hazardously. 

I’m faced with forms which I carefully touch
then embrace, enamored by their timeless craft,
reading the maps, all those ancient, lovely maps
that exploration, stumbling steps, can not deface 
and no wading words can ever chaff. 

Behind my eyes, below my pulse
are words that hammer 

why not why not why not

I let them go
confident. joyful, free,
trusting the true course of poetry.

*Love sent, hopefully received

Details | Free verse | |


words become my lifeline
no voice to compute
left to imagine your expression
as i say 
all day I speak to 
thru words that never end
161 characters
I want a reaction 

Details | Free verse | |

Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language

Details | Free verse | |

Come Fluttering Words

"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "
Fly though my dreams and whisk me away to a “Nederland”
Where fragrant flowers perfume the air with delightful surprises.
And butterflies dance through the trees where fairy dust makes magic.
Take my heart to the beautiful memories of childhood.
Where imagination flourishes and laughter chases the breeze.
Mend my sorrows with your soothing; vanquish pain with your sweet lexis. 
Carry my soul to the heavens where family love waits true.
Flutter my heart with generous gentleness, with understanding.
Send my soul drifting across the lands where friends hear and foes are forgiven.
Embrace my mind that I may share each part of me through you.
Caress my lips that only sweetness may pass through them.
And teach me all wisdom that I may love purely with no ire.
I have heard your fluttering when my soul wanted to cry in anger.
Your soothing brought solace to my unconsciousness, quietly.
I saw your flickering when my eyes were closed to the needs of others.
Your compassion brought knowledge to my awareness.
I felt your trembling when my heart was overwhelmed.
Your wisdom washed away my worries, wisely, willfully.
"Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "
For in your fluttering, comes tranquility, love, understanding,
…And friendships are preserved, forever.

© July 26, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: What is she thinking . . . 	
Sponsored by: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~

Details | I do not know? | |

'the twitch'

This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us 
before we fell out of bed.
   It was even younger than that for us.  
   It was sometimes confused with a kick --  from our mothers’ tummies  to the swaddle of 
   As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
   It is thought that we started with 
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins 
of, or, 
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d 
into our echoes of the day --  a marriage of concept and conceptual.  
   It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve 
of nerve 
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first 
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’ 
that is worthy of noting now is that 
   it has never wanted to be caught:  
   It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that 
   it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay 
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books.  A teenage indifference took us away from 
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.  
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
   it touched.
Brings  us a little closer to the edge of our beds.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Meeting Place of Poets

Your opinions make me feel welcome
Your inspiration keeps me going
Going like the Energizer bunny
Going like a train on a high speed chase
Chase with a passion
Chase for the sake of it
It is with love and kindness you share
It is the simple knowledge that you care
Care for what I say
Care with a dripping honesty
Honesty that speaks volumes
Honesty that helps me improve
Improve steadily
Improve gracefully
Gracefully I take it all in
Gracefully tasting
Tasting the sweetest triumph
Tasting the most bitter pill
Pill that fills me
Pill that becomes obsession
Obsession that swallows whole
Obsession over little things
Things are but possessions
Thing can't compare to the human thought
Thought that turns into action
Thought counts, but useless without motivation
Motivation is hard to find, but
Motivation is your specialty
Specialty, sweeter that grandma's cookies
Specialty to die for!
For morning when my day begins
For late at night to calm the stress
Stress of the constant tug-a-war
Stress that you my friends can relieve
Relieve like ice on a hot summers day
Relieve like spray to keep mosquitoes away
Away on opalescent wings
Away my worries fly
Fly to the top I will!
Fly beside me, for you seek the same place
Place where jigsaw puzzles reset themselves
Place where poet exchange greeting cards
Cards in flowery pink and violet
Cards in onix and dreary gray
Gray seems bland I know, but
Gray is black and white, the marriage of war and peace
Peace isn't easy to find,
Peace resides here I believe

NOTE: This poetry form actually does have a name. It's called a Blitz. However it wasn't in the list of writing forms on the Soup.

Details | Rhyme | |

Quickie You

You are quick
And so spunky  
You are witty 
You are a goof-off (everyday) 
You are silly and crazy  
You are whiny and wary 
You are childlike and canny  
You are a show-off (in a good way) 
You are pretty 
And quite tidy  
You are slick!  

Details | Rhyme | |

Drug of Delight --My Beloved Wish--

You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart

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Poems of my thoughts 
Tangle with my mind
Let the world know them
Try make them rhyme

Share with them most
To people online
Say how it is
In that moment of time

Comments come forward
With encouraging words
Makes the day brighter
To know that I’m heard.

Sometimes its someone
Who offers a hand
Who gives me a friendship
With no want for what’s mine

Want to say thankyou
To dance with your words
To form a good friendship
To join our two worlds.

Details | Tanka | |

Letter Song

From being stewed here
Together in life's spiced pot
We begin to share
The orthographic phoneme
But i think still more germaine

Origin of dust
Denominator common
Yet with meaning lost
Until the grave dust us, we
Single note in time's hist'ry

When the pot begins
To sing again, blending us
Soul and mission sweet
Single soup of harmony
Stirring tastebuds to exult

All consonants one
All vowels an accent change
All emotions merged
For we feel and die as man
We live but as creation

Let need arrange us
Into semantic desire
Love is motion in fire
The candle burning to deliver
Giver singing for lover

D for dream I choose
Recluse imagination shines
Emitting echoes
Ancestral harmony sweet
Meaning in song, dance in feet.

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Who can break up this circle of wonderful friends...
called amateur and professional poets?
We encourage each other,
suggesting modifications where needed,
and we shouldn't be upset, 
but appreciate that they've noticed our mistakes:
such as wrong forms and typos... 
because we don't see what they see!

I have taken their invaluable advice,
and seen my poetry in a new light...
even small changes can improve my lines.
Now, words flow and mistakes are few...
I am glad to receive their sweet comments
and be honored as winner in their contests!
Joy and pride are inseparable emotions:
as pen and thought, or mind and heart!

We should thank God for having found
these brilliant poets who inspire and guide us,
what they have achieved, we can also achieve...
persistence and passion are the golden keys to success.
Everyone is unique in their own way,
some write in a contemporary style which flows with simplicity,
and that we all understand, but others
choose a classical style as the Great of literature
to dazzle us...while their words make us pause and reflect.

Whichever subject or form you choose, create your best poetry
by taking in consideration the effect it will have on all.
Famous poets wrote the masterpieces that survived the ages,
ours will not be read until someone discovers them
as these poets us encouragement and praise,
then who can break up this circle of wonderful friends?.    

Written By Andrew Crisci for Carol Brown's contest,
" What I Love Most About Poetry Soup "
January 15, 2012

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knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 

Details | Epic | |

Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.

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Suddenly Fragile

Suddely when it gets tough to breathe and so it seems
that no one hears your call,
"Whisper" and fate will lift you up from your downward fall. 
Even though you don't know who I am,
there is a piece of solid ground where we both undoubtedly stand.
Then suddenly and fragile in a carefully constructed plan,
in a world where life evolves,
fate will often guide your hand.
Real or imaginary and the most important of all,
destiny has a chance to make the last call.
Truth tells us a story of a fragile life that fades away.
Maybe tomorrow or maybe even today.
But you will change the color of the big wide open sky,
and put all of your fears far, far behind.
Holding your head up high,
you take the ride of your life,
in a rough sea of waves.
You grip the very guiding words of the very truly wise.
There is suddenly a fragile moment in all the world of time,
where we all lose grip of a strong hold rope,
but fate will very well be there to often give us hope.
Every now and then, the solid ground we walk everyday,
becomes as fragile as the sand along the shoreway.
Fate will lead a path and light a spot for us to stand.
When your hands can no longer hold a pen,
to write what your heart speaks within,
shout forever unto the wind,
and your words will be carried miles and miles by your friends.
Then suddenly and fragile as dreams may be,
painting pictures in your mind,
there is forever fate that will grant your wish one last time.

Details | Ottava rima | |

Encouragement Binds Me to the Soup

A poet’s warm and spicy place to meet,
The soup will stir emotions bright and rare.
There, friends will write their best poetic feat.
And inspirations season thoughts with flare.
The words that flow may have no rhyme or beat.
But formal forms are often shared with care.
While contests challenge many poet’s mind.
Encouragement from friends does my heart bind.

© January 14, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Details | I do not know? | |

Non Catholic religions

You think Christ is not hurt
With loving what you thought is Christ
Loving Christ is being in His true Church
In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved

In His Church
Ask R.C.I.A.
Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults
Is like a college Religion class

You will learn the truth
In other man-made religion bible are lies
What you’re reading is really the true Church
Not your own

It’s like a blind
Leading another blind
They would both fall in hell of fire
It is not the minister’s fault

Your own, rather take them with you
Both of you learn the truth
For every man they can be a deacon
Bishop and Priest are not with a wife

For Jesus Christ is a High Priest
Great Prophet
Only Son of the most High
The Redeemer

In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments
Confirmation and
Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ

We want God to be pleased with us
Eternal Father told the people 
To Listen only to the Messiah and
The One I sent

What are these Christ like churches?
Non Catholic churches?
People in there are already condemned
Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved

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Hold On


Hold on,
Let me see your scar
Is it deep or only a scratch
Is it curable or permanently tattooed
Your heart’s too clear to be struck

Hold on, 
Let me see your tears
Is it salty or only a sweat
Is it stoppable or unmendable
Your eyes are too bright to be leaked

Hold on, 
Why don’t you just take my hands
Together we can build a dam
I’ll lend you my strengths
For from now on, I’ll be your lamp 

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During the years that I had lived
many friends I have had;
some nice, some good, some bad...
ah! being friendless is very sad!

Beside family...who else
will remember what I've achieved,
perhaps a stranger reading
my works too lucid and intense?

I have honored many unnotorious folks like humble mother,
and the ones who have touched me in ways nobody has...
having been an innovator, not much of a shaker,
readers will uncover the true meaning of my writings.

Besides family...who will take time to read them twice?
Have I moved, inspired and changed them in several minutes?
That could be so true by the interest they have shown in the poems
I've written and my wish is that they have found that voice!

I seek no praises or laurels for my creations with words so intuitive,
and if an ode were dedicated to very honored I wouldl be!
It's not being naive...not to have realized it and be crowned with victory;
and in any respectable way they wish to remember me, it's their prerogative.

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Carolyn is that unique friend
who imparts encouragement
by restoring a thrill that was dead;
her uplifting comments have made realize
the worthiness of my talent...
it's a friendship that motivates and surprises!

She could be a thousands miles away,
and still finds time to respond and even pray
when somebody's heart needs solace...
there she smiles with the kindest eyes!

Carolyn has a passion which amazes us all;
her poetry and stories are full of human comprehension
never hesitant to reach out and intensely love...
who wouldn't want to be her friend and get her attention?

She's not afraid of admitting her physical pain and loneliness,
searching for miraculous ways to cope with her boldness, 
but she'd find much comfort, if we consoled her with our understanding...
lessened the burden of her worries by reaching out with a happy feeling!  

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Within and Without

Within the boxed confines
of ancient wood and plaster
waking, sleeping, dreaming in solitude
Only the cats soft purr
and frisky nature seeks to scatter the
dust bunnies which hide at sunrise.

Within the box of mind
or the box of heart
daily I peer outside of myself
through a pixeled frame of light.
The ingredients of my day
the passion of my night
all congeal in a broth like fractal art
spicing the tendrils of thought.

The mind mixes and blends friends
a genetic sea of salt and water minds
bubbles and boils and become. 
~Without this soup you see
there could never be a universal we.
I would remain an eye without thee.

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Complete Man

Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world

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A masterpiece of comely art, you display in vivid forms.
An intellect with a colossal heart, you shoot them out in swarms.

Your utopian approach to life steals thunder from most men.
While they coach in little league; you surpass them with your pen.

A visionary with great sinew, you ride your valiant steed.
A true poet - that is you; A successful man - indeed!

This is to my friend in poetry:   Michael D.

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Writing words from day to day 

Learning what others have to say

Reading each other’s poems undercover

Commenting our thoughts to one another~

copyright 2008
~inspired by my friends at the soupie~

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Diary vs poetry.
Conscientious, I turn the pages
Of the riots spilled, emotions stalked
And confessions redefined. 
Words of the same caricature
Sometimes misplaced, sometimes misinterpreted
But all speaking the same..

When Diary is my best friend,
Poetry, my lover
Passion instills my heart both ways,
I can’t live without either.

Betrayal, will be the occasion
When my desires are personified,
I retire from humanity,
The world of words:
Calls me every night,
Either in rhymes, or in plain verses
I surrender my sins, divine curses,
The one who had been my confidante,
Had been an incomplete revelation:
My most beautiful work, 
But he never saw it.
Concealed in my heart,
It will remain forever,
Till I find inspiration again.

Details | I do not know? | |






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and there will be days

and there will be days
that not many will count along with me
and all the clouds that follow
will neither blow, nor not borrow
near what i did not wish to furrow
for longer than that shadow
might wish to shine 'long near me
it is more than an early, easy
sun to set
and dawn on
my simple mindset
oh. . . there will be days
that we've yet. . . to met
and only traces left behind
for what we already know
we never forget

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Life Without Poetry Soup

There have been a few times when I
Have found myself without The Soup.
When my patient muse absents herself,
I find I must stop to regroup.
My computer has, once in a while,
Refused to answer to my call,
Or I must take myself away
And do a bit of over-haul.

It’s then I find how much I miss
My poet friends and their great writes.
My mind goes into over-drive,
My brain's infested by termites.
Phrases and lines slip through the cracks
And drop into my coffee cup,
And when I try to write them down,
I realize I’ve drunk them up.

Upside is down and down is up,
I’ve lost all sense of time and space.
I look into the mirror and
I don’t remember my own face.
The Soup has infiltrated and
Has come to be my constancy. 
Friends I have made on Poetry Soup
Are friends in all reality.

I am enamored with the Soup.
I need to have some every day.
It is a large part of my life.
I pray it never goes away.

won a 6th in contest

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I am giving up
The stress is past the point of throwing up
Every day the same routine
The repetition has become obscene
My hands are blistered, sore and torn
While my face looks old a worn
If my nerves are bent any more
I will snap at the middle and break at the core
Just a little break
To relieve me from more than  can take
A rest for the weary is all I ask
A little relief from this stressful task

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Poets in Sync " Two Peas in a Pod "

April this year
Writing and posting
Wow, it's all going fine

Miss Gorelick, Miss Devonshire
Welcomed me aboard
Two lovely ladies
Wow, this Highlander's scored

But honestly
The feeling i received
Was very much more
Than i had dream-ed

The weeks progressed
As i wrote my poems
The comments by Carolyn
Had kept me going

As i wrote away
Topics and themes
Historical and nature
Subjects to me, supreme

As i read Carolyn's
And she read mine
Two peas in a pod
It springs to mind

Similar writings
And some even the same
Signals in harmony
Sailing the same plain

And look at us now
A collaboration couple
Our future in write
A poet double

Our poems together
Two heads as one
Look out for our postings
There's much more to come

My entry into Nathan Leccese's contest " Two Peas in a Pod "

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I want to make sure I’m not falling on my face...
And I`m willing to go the distance
And I want to bring back good memories...
I want to make sure
You`re safe and you`re in a safe place

But GIVE ME some space
Sometimes, I wake up...feeling so distressed
But GIVE ME your sweet grace
And we'll beat the race...and this pain we share will not be addressed

I don't want to be unsure - am I the one losing the race?
And I'm chilling in this heavenly place
And I need to trade you my apologies…
I don’t want to waste your time
You’re absolutely safe…as long as you keep pace 

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The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.

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We All Become Each Other

We all become each other
When we read each others writes
Its because we all learn from each other
That in our mind they turn out right

We all become each other
Its the nature of the feast
The poetry forms the words we use
On paper they are released

We all become each other 
On this community on the net
Names with images, some bio's follow
With time we all inter met

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Here on Ellesmere Island: A Facebook Status

I come back to this page, again
and again, wondering
if anyone cares, least enough
to leave a message,
but I don't even care myself... 

and so days can turn to months
and the silence remains real-

as in Baffin Island,
where the bones of cold are laid,
and Barrier Lake, where murder is common
among the homeless 

but learning silence, isn't
easy, as even wolves are
meant to howl, 
and recite their foul vowels,
until the wind picks up
their tune,

Here on Ellesmere Island,
nothing is said, 
even quiet poems
are seldom read.

Details | Couplet | |

Window seat at the Poetry cafe

  At the window seat at our old cafe
is the  place we meet almost every day
and the view outside is another world
where your mind is free 
and your dreams unfurl.
Tell me what you see when you look out there?
flights of bumblebees or a polar bear?

Are there colored lights on the evergreens
are there jack o lanterns in between
Will the knights come jousting 'round the hedge
Are  we teetering on a wind swept ledge?

Waiting to battle or devour a new creation every hour?

Come sit here and let me see,
what your world turns out to be.

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Among the kind and responsive friends on this Poetry Soup site,
I'd would love to meet Carolyn whose comments shine as light.

Scanning hundreds of poems posted daily, I wouldn't miss the title
of her new I read it and indulge in the delight of each line.

Anyone who reads her work, agrees that her poetry is overwhelmingly ritzy,
and admiring her talent and intellect, I'd would love meeting her over coffee.

So today, I will send her an invitation to meet me at my favorite cafe',
and we'll start an interesting chat over hot cappuccino, or cafe' latte.

I will certainly give her the warmest hug as she approaches me with joy,
" Hi, Carolyn!" I will say..."It's my pleasure to meet such a legendary lady!"

Written by Andrew Crisci for Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" First Words Over Coffee "
Dedicated to Carolyn Devonshire

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They pretend to be nice…
Whilst their hatred is buried in ice…
So cold to reveal sarcastic pieces…
That catapulted their prejudice…
Now their conscience is in slices...
Their fate narrow and gamble with dices…
Without facts, quiet like mice…
Whoever honours them deserves it thrice…
Their secrets with no value yet with price…
Extent of their jealousy boomerang twice…

Habitual truth procrastinators to deride themselves, 
their lives are always lies…
				By Willem Pietersen

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We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?

We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  

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my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me

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Don't go.

 I don't know, what to say,
 except  don't go away.
 I  have not  a clue,
why they chose you.
In a free world where we,
can say how we feel,
write our thoughts, 
for all to see,
it should stop,
from today.
Do not let  these people win,
use your strength from within.
You are stronger ,than they will
ever be.
look at your friends on the soup,
just to see.
I think I can honestly say,
we are behind you,
all the way.
so dear Catie, don't go away.
stay, please stay.
Don't let the mindless,
have their day.

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Being absent even for an hour, day or week,
and not write and post anything...can make days look bleak,
some find worthiness in words and challenge themselves
to confront fears and doubts, or share their joys with new-found friends.

To us poetry is the very existence of our soul, which glorifies grace
in all its virtues through the art of art older than love itself,
so some thought of using this devise to express what the heart really felt...
and what came out of it amazed all and quickly spread to distant lands.  

Weren't I not a keeper of its illumination, or a humble poet in contemplation,
I wouldn't be lured by a pen to extract ideas from my clattered head
or search for fresh ideas to be turned into thoughts and strip them of illusion... 
as I frolic into a labyrinth where secrets unveil themselves at my command.

It's needless to say to ourselves that poetry isn't the very existence of our soul:
lovers couldn't open up their hearts and talk tenderly as if they were going to pray;
no composer, painter, lyricist, poet or philosopher could see Nature in a realistic way...
poets outnumber drug users, wouldn't God rejoice and break down another wall?

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' Flashlight-Battery, Baby ... ' (or Shine On Jared Pickett)

The Girls Have All Agreed
On Some Things, All Women Need:
A Supply Source For Our Vanity
… and The Eveready-Flashlight-Battery …

Going Down A ‘Random’ Road
In The Deep of Night, When Life Has Slowed
Down … or Car Comes To A Stop
We Need An Energizer or Copper-Top …

In The Deep of Night, Trying To See
And Feel Safe, Thru Our Ambiguity
When We Need More Than Flicker-Flattery
… Give Us A Flashlight Battery …

… Your Flashlight Smile
Your Flashlight Style
Your Flashlight Confidence
Your Flashlight Manliness

Your Flashlight Ego
Is A Flashlight Hero
… and The Flashlight Form, Most With It
Is The Flashlight, Jared Pickett …

… Incorrigible, Adorable, Really More Than Capable
Hot, Poetry-Soup Staple And Palpable
With Appetites, Insatiable
Your Poetry is Quite Potent-Pleasurable

So, Flash On, Big Screen Valentino !
Lead On, With Lines of A Lothario
Casanova, Would Be Your Acolyte
( ‘Cause Even A Lady Needs A Flashlight )

Flash On, In Sensual-Satisfactory !
Give A Taste of Testosterone-Trajectory
No Girl Can Stand Before A Man, In All His Glory
This Is Factory-Tag… and It’s Man-datory

If Dura-Cell, I Got A Place For You
So, You Can  Keep Doing, What Cha’ Do
And Power-Up, Like You’ve Alluded
‘Cause This Doll, Needs Batteries Included …

And Pour Me A Real-Strong Daiquiri
Put On Favorite CD, Slow-Dance, Track For Me
And Come Here, You Copper-Top-Skinned Honey
And Beat That Drum … You Energizer-Bunny

To:     Jared Pickett … The Flashlight
         and The Romeo Of Poet-Writes
This One’s An Original – Just For You Kiddo …

                 Your Poet-Pal,
                       The MoonBee

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What may it take to reply

A Page of apology

A Cake or chocolate

A Poetry of smiles

A Bouquet of flowers

A Shower of reminders

Or just a thought that

I remembered You

What may it take to reply

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Thank You!

When I think I have no talents
And nobody disagrees,
I find comfort in your works,
Sighing at your expertise,

I vow never to write again
Because I'm not good enough,
But then it's always a surprise
When you lift my spirits up,

I don't deserve your kindness
Which builds my self-esteem,
But still I'm happy and I'm humbled,
For you all are friends to me.

((( A huge thank you to you guys, you don't know how much your kind words 
mean to me =D )))

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A Holiday Wish to My Super-Soupers

This is to all you lovely folks, who have become such an important part of my life, 
although I'd like to single out a few special folks- Sharon Weimer- everyone's No. 
1 favorite poet and friend, Christy Hardy, John Heck, Ruby Metzger, Farah 
Chamma, Sara Lokken,Catie Lindsey,Laura Mckenzie, Rhoda Galgiani, Patricia 
Adams,Wilfredo Deriquito, Jack Reed,Sue Mason, Sandra Hudson, Carol Brown, 
Karen O'Leary, Vince Suzadail Jr.,Heidie Buys, Elaine George, Teressa Harr-
Pena,Maya Kaabour, Susan Trotiner,Zeina Kasawat,Chaney Short,Michael 
Jordan,Sean Kelly,Peggy Bertrand,Troy Jeremy Nelson,Joseph Spence,Patricia 
Leonitis,Rene Bennet,Erin Conn,Julie Bristow, Josie Whitehead, Brian Strnd, 
Rhea Daniel Dear,Adell Foster, Marycile Beer (what a lovely name!), Patricia 
Contreras, John Loving III, Sandy Schermerhorn,and all the countless others, 
please do not feel slighted if I missed your name...all you Soupers are super.

Happy Holidays!
Your poetry does amaze!
I'll be reading it,
And enjoying it,
Until my final days!

Best regards to people who have become so important in my life, and inspired 
me, amazed me, soothed me, and made me smile.   tom

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Again, I got it wrong
She wasn’t bathing nor making up
She was of her natural look
Holding a Bible with her phone  
Coming straight from a vigil
Forget not, it was 7.15am

Not too tall as I envisaged
A bit lighter in body colour 
Her facial beauty was not magical
Her smile was same as that on phone
While her eye lashes speaks for itself
But her teeth-gap is of instant special effect
In all, she is of an average beauty.

Alayande Stephen T.
23rd November, 2007

On my way to Ikare

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We Are All The Same

Take my hand I want to show
The world that you outta know
The Bi’s and gays are all the same
What does teasing them have to gain?
Jewish and Christian may be different religions
But like how Atheists say they may not be precision
From Japanese to Korean, white to black
Once you make a racial slur you can never take it back
Why make fun of one another?
It’s like judging a book by its cover
Join together and you will see
Everyone goes through the same pain and misery
It doesn’t matter if you’re short or fat
What’s in your heart is where it’s at
From the music you listen to, to what you wear
Making fun of someone isn’t fair
Would you like it if someone made fun of you
Even if it wasn’t true
Every human being is all the same
This is not all just a big game
Sometimes discrimination leads to suicide
Would you like if someone diminished your pride?
Everyone is different in a way
But there still the same shall I say
Our journey is over but let us become stronger
We’ll come together and let separation be no longer!

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It's So Quiet In Here

It’s so quiet in here
And the only sounds I hear 
Come from fingers, moving wildly
Telling stories behind backs
Literally, Figuratively
Breaking hearts and bonds
Secrets spreading silently
In a tangled web
Of words and whispers
Created by humming hands
And, I think we have forgotten
Our once vocal voices
For I don’t remember how to say
I’m Sorry

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I, the humble soul, unsought and not adored
must endure loneliness as no man has;
longing for desires to complete me and let me die...
I, humble soul, seek consolation in words.

Don't ask me why I have no friends,
their bond isn't as strong as mine;
it's better to let go than hold on doubt and feel mistrust,
for this reason, I live as a bird without commitments or worries.

I, humble soul, should be inflamed for their abhorrent and cruel actions, 
punish them as God would, but vengeance
is a strong poison that spreads quickly and kills, making one too vicious...
enough to cause restlessness without a pinch of remorse. 

Don't question my hesitation to forgive, a troubled sea
doesn't return to its calm state until the tides recede;
and as it fights darkness, so I fight evil forces trying to defeat me,   
and watching the misty moon change phase, I fade into a long sleep.

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a great piece of art

a great piece of art
of the unknown is featured,
on his special day 

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Beauty and the Unpublished Author

Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored

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Happy Day

Soup's up, oh YAY!
And hip-hip HOORAY!
Cartwheels and back flips and ole´, OLE´!
So much to say,
Write away, write away.
Farewell to the grey
Is a beautimous DAY!

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I Give You Poetry

I give you poetry,
fresh and captivating as a woman's hips 
and perfume; vivid and colourful as the 
imagery of 
a tropical sunset.
Flavourful and lingering as the 
cadence of pop songs and
leaves set to music.

I give you poetry,
mellow, tuneful, special
as the jewels of dew drops;
sharp as arrow points,
scarring the deep 
recesses of the soul, the imagination.

I pour you poetry,
concocted in awe, love , fascination;
rhythmic as the beat of raindrops
on the roof and 
on parched ground.

I give you poetry.

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Life Without the Soup

Life without the Soup My heart would die, short supply Of perfect poems My soul lives within Middle of the needed Soup My life-force brings want I love the whole Soup People inside and their hearts And their great poems
Russell Sivey

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Distressed Like the Weather

Dark, departing clouds waved their last goodbye
My smile transcends and then…descends
Brought down by unexpected departure

This weather stays with me for a while
But, with my trustworthy friends by my side, 
They’ll encourage me to move on—even if I’m sunk deep with regret 
At least I have some numbers to dial!

Anguish once again reigns upon my mind
With God always by my side, 
He’ll clear my pathway and renew my frame of mind

I could pray for a bright future to rely on…
While I wait till the weather’s completely gone 

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That's what They Call `Em..

They say that they're your friend 
but in the end their nothing 
but a black hole within the deep pits of your soul. 
And you wonder why you feel your hair rise 
as you take on the presence of their coming. 
Even though you practice silence in the honor of the footsteps that they portrait, 
you still make it easier for those that are haters to come your way. 
You speak when only you are spoken too, 
and you smile when they turn their heads. 
They make it their #1 goal to make fun 
because your hair isn't to their standards
and your clothes isn't as "Baby Phatty" as theirs. 
And again, you seem not to care. 
You tell them your problems 
expecting them to become closer to you. 
You make it seem as if you’re happy, 
but again, you have the slightest clue. 
The bad, the hateful, the deceitful, and the ugly...that's what they call ..em. 

They pry on your tears 
and make jokes amongst their peers. 
They dream about you 
and awake in the middle of the night because they can't sleep without you. 
They envy you so much they can't even eat without you. 
Holding up their backbone has become a task 
because their so busy minding your business they forgot about theirs. 
They are somewhat like the sun on dry grass, 
and spaghetti without the sauce. 
Such dry personality 
and unthinkable 
nonsense of humor with their thoughts. 
That’s why your their target and at the same time remain #1.
They have no life of their own, 
and they get attention by bringing hurt to your heart. 
The bad, the hateful, the deceitful, and the ugly...that’s what they call ..em.

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  Oh, but for the gift of the written word
  When it comes that time of day for solace.
  They become the friends whom I seek
  As much as if they were Kings in a palace.

  Would I but get to know them better
  As each and every one reads past.
  Time will not allow me to meet them all
  But the ones I do, seem to fill the chasm so vast.

  My mind thinks on them every now and then
  Only to be tempted to sit and touch them more.
  Not only with the thoughts I had and have
  But with the emotions deep in my core.

  When I find that my words do not come 
  I cry for the ones I cannot know.
  Then I read the words of others who share
  Their words, like blossoms, within me grow.

  It is their kindness to me for which I am thankful
  As their words wash o'er me in time.
  To each of them I am the quiet reader
  For the words they write stick in my mind.

  These gifts to me are not to be overlooked
  As each one is a treasure wrapped in its own rhyme.
  May the Lord continue to bless all those who write
  With the gift of words, both simple and sublime.

  Is there anything else I need to say?
  There is but one thing I hope to do.
  Write words of emotion, comfort, elan, and voice
  That I might help to fill other chasms, too.

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The broken road to heaven

The broken road to heaven 

The broken road in need of maintenance  
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn 
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another leaf fallen
when I whisper to my friend Richard,
“Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?” 
he smiled,  “we are yet to reach my home.”
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

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It happened by coincidence
that I stumbled upon this site,
and ever since I followed that light:
there was a desire to share my poetry with others.

This poet is a dreamer with a realistic vision, 
not truly appreciated as other genre writers;
and it isn't money, or fame I am after, merely admirers...
it's an urge that must be expressed without pretension. 

If my income depended on the craft of poetry writing,
I would surely starve as many have and still do today,
and in my spare time, I step into a fantasy world and write away;
I pick any subject that tackles my fancy...while many are sleeping.  

Is this passion a need to fill a void into my righteous soul,
or something I was called to do by His supreme will?
Looking back to History, He chose prophets to deliver those messages
by word of mouth or sacred writings like those of Hosea and Moses....
am I also chosen by Him to convey His thoughts of sorrows and delights?
I reflect on this often and realize it is an awesome gift I should highly prize!  

I have been immensely moved and inspired by the support and kindness
that this friendly community has offered me, welcoming me with open arms;
I have done the same, being thankful and appreciative of their mindfulness:
let's keep a lasting relationship...reading and praising each other poems! 

Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" What brought you to Poetry Soup? " 
Written by Andrew Crisci

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As Soon As I Get There

I can see through
The soggy afternoon,
Your words inspired
By ancient pines,
Sapping laughter,
And mining ingenuity.

Paper amusement,
Midnight pens,
Pause only for a moment,
To let me in.

I am nothing more than a mirage,
A psychedelic relief
Expressed on a napkin,
Then soaked in the marinade
Of memories
Not belonging to me.

Certified dreams,
Moonlit poise,
Pause only for a moment,
To let me in.

I’m half-naked,
A bellowing delight
In proof of Emerson’s
Wildest imaginings,
And once again,
Three times as happy.

Documented joy,
Beneath my tree of reality,
Sometimes I pause
To let me in.

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Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!

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The most important name of God in the Old Testament (Ex 3:14)
It can be translated “I AM WHO I AM”
For Jews as well as Christians
It designates the one God of the whole world
Their creator. Preserver
Covenant partner, liberator from slavery in Egypt
Judge and Savior.


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Thank You, Catie

Ah Catie,
Know I know somebody cares
I shall not sleep
Unless I am well prepared
To suckle at your lips
Some vast truth
Of what you expect from honeyless root.
You are the best friend yet
And I regret
I did not excite the eroticism of your breast
Am I gone impotent so early
Is my libido
Only to be bought over the counter now?
Words, Miss Lindsay
Need more than medication
Is only half my hidden frustration
I confess I write for your glory
When I am erasing the story
And ejaculating rage
In the sightless eye of the page

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Destruction and Decadence

I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain

Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance

Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?

Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland

Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation

With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address

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The James Gang - Wordslingers

High noon beckons
For this trio of men
With a flick of the wrist
And the write of their pen
Words transcend from thoughts to paper
Like a delicate cut, from the best draper
Images flow and picture our sight
These three Amigos, and their literal writes
Wordslingers they are 
As their poems unfurl
The might of nature
The love of a girl
Peranteau in verse, word wise and free
Goff in the mix, with his poetry
Fraser's pen follows, our History
Once again to the nib of my pen
This Tallahassee Lassie prompts me again
The James Gang, and their abundance of words
Held in their hands, like knights with their swords
We get stronger each day, not a bullet in site
Three Amigo's with a pen for their write
Inspirational to me, is Lady Carolyn
For in my heart, she will always be in

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' Love Of Poets ... '

Oh, I Love Poets …
Here is Why:  Explore-It …

I Love The Way We Speak
I Love The Way We Think
And Seek and Link and When On The Brink
Of The Flow of Life … The Way We Drink …

I Love The Way We Pour-It
On … and Oh, I So Love Poets

Oh, I Love Poets …
Here is Some More-of-It …

The Way We Exercise Freedom of Speech
Sometimes, We May Actually Even Teach
All Times … We Are Truly Trying To Reach
at least One, if not Each … (while We Preach) …

but, They’ll Overlook or Get-Over-It 
Oh, I Do So Love Poets

I Love Poets …
Simply, Can Not Ignore-It …

We Are Determined to Make Talk, Très Chic’
All Topics, from Looney-Tunes to Tolstoy-Tragic
Deep Thoughts and Themes and Tags-Unique
“for A Rose by Any Other Name, Would Smell As Sweet”

… but It Would Not Sound So Fantastic !
If It Were Not Said, So Poetic …

So, I Do Love Poets
And What They Do, I Do Adore It
New or Classics and How They Wrote It
Oh, How I Do Indeed, Love Poets …

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For my muse.

 Hello , you know who,
you are, can not say,
your name, but you,
know all the same.
 I have started writing again,
for you.
It's some thing I  have to do.
You are the one, who knows.
what's in my heart,
you are the one who inspires me,
opened my eyes to poetry.
You are my secret love,
when the time is right,
I will tell you above.
You are the one, who ,
held my hand tight,
when we walked, along,
the beach, late at night.
With you I went to Paris and Rome,
with out  leaving home.
We even walked along the China wall,
with you in my arms, I felt so tall.
Yes it's thanks to you, 
that I write here now,
expressing my feelings, on the net.
Thinking of you, in all I write,
My muse, My friend,
I love you so,
just wanted, you to know.

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From Greek laos = people
The common state of life in the church
Baptized, non-ordained Christians
Who belong to the people of God


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Do u hear

Do u hear my call only in words

Or do I need to be in front to ‘be’

In your thoughts; in your feelings

Sometimes my pen is dry with tears

It shed; thinking only when it bleeds

You reply, you reply, you reply…

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"Foo-Foo" Words

If it takes fancy language
to make your eyes delight
you may not want to read this
or hey, maybe you might! ? 

I don't use words like ''Fabulous! ''
or ''That's simply divine! ''
I might say ''Hey, I like that! ''
or ''Wow, now that is FINE! ''

You'll never see a ''Thou'' here
and you'll never spot a ''Thee''
I can't pronounce the big words.
They're not my cup of tea! 

I may say ''What the heck was that? ''
or ''Woohoo! I feel good! ''
I see no sense in ''foo-foo'' words
if they're not understood.

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This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am

Find more of my writings and poems at

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And I Know You Still.

Catch it
this current
striped of wire
sting of berries
tart and sour
on the wind
and in your window
Hold it
Break it
and control it
Mind the matter
heart and soul it
Wind the willows
'round your finger
Sip the sunshine
let it linger
and the motion
of commotion
Catch it
Tip it
sip devotion
and connecting
sting of distance
pales my friends...

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The Coming

I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I feel my intellect in what I cannot understand.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence leads me.

We learn by doing. What activity is there to be started?
I hear myself jumping from eye to eye.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Of those helping me, who are you?
May God bless the Helpers! I shall give back to you,
And know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.

A Letter is written on a Page; but who in the world may know what’s next?
The author goes on an imaginary dream come true;
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.

Fate leads us into a whole world of unknown
For all who know, so don’t be afraid,
And, exceptionally, know by going where the heart and intelligence lead.

This dream supports me in a lovely manner. I must believe!
What goes around comes around. And is waiting.
I come to learn, and make my coming prompt.
I know by going where my heart and intelligence lead me.

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Share my soul

I would like to propose a toast
                             To my friends on this site
For all of us share a single soul
                             One that loves to write
We write not for fame or glory
                             But agree that would be cool
We have all just come to learn
                             Poetry is our greatest tool
We write about our triumphs
                             As well as our regrets
We write about those we love
                             This includes our pets
We write about things in our past
                             Things that are yet to come
We write about our deepest joys
                             And pain that leaves us numb
We write about all types of nature
                             This includes the birds and bees
We write about our darkest sins
                             And getting on our knees
We write about the politics
                             The agonies of war
We write of how God loves us so much
                             Thats what he gave his son up for
We write about the children that are born
                             And our love ones who have died
We write about things we have let go
                             And things that we have tried
This morning I picked up my pen
                             Just to let my dear friends know
You're not only deep in my heart
                             You also share my soul

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Reason to Rejoice 11032011


WHEN MY FRIEND CALLED to tell me the story of how she lost 
One of her expensive hearing aids
It sounded similar of the lost coin
Diane described how she had taken care of 5 or 6 errands in a day

During that time she placed her hearing aids in her pocket
When she returned home
One of them was missing
Diane hurried back to all places she had been

Retracting every step she searched for the precious item
Her voice held such amazed joy and gratitude 
As she related the moment of actually finding the tiny hearing aid
No wonder Jesus used a story of losing and finding something of value to describe the joy God has over “one sinner who repents

When I hesitate to let go of an old hurt 
Avoid repenting of my wrong doings
I hope the memory of my friend’s enthusiastic discovery
Will nudge me to give the Holy One another reason to rejoice

Readings and Gospel
Romans 14:7-12, Psalm 27:1
Psalm 4, 13-14, 
Luke 5:1-10

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Jesus Christ Deal

Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions

There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011

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You Call Me Kindred.

Winding my yearn to discovery's burn
'round your lips, as you riddle in whispers
Stripping the sugar off winsome lit words
which invisibly slide off your fingers
Crumbling the retrospect into alumnus
of catapult reason and rhyme
Always remind me and circumvent bind me
I'm yours just as much as you're mine.

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What do we mean by grievous matter

By ‘grievous matter’ with regard to sin mean that the thought
Word or deed which is committed must be either bad in itself
Or severely prohibited
And therefore sufficient to make a mortal sin if we deliberately yield to it

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One For Love

Your sweet breath escapes you and engulfs my soul 
Through words spoken as though from some celestial being 
Warm emotion floods me, floods my very fibrous core 
Love I feel is not a mere four letter 

Word that reluctantly man takes for granted, but more a 
Monument to the jubilous fire you set my soul alight with 
Speak, I cannot, the true magnitude of shear bliss 
Endured by my mortal flesh. With the slightest brush 
Of your angelic fingers. None can know or fathom 
what true insurmountable beauty lies within 
green fields of yet discovered highland plains laden with 
flowers and sweet honey aroma blows within. Feeble 
in my attempts to profess my own meek emotions 
turmoil of my own past colliding with the yet to be. I destroy 
myself knowing such turmoil I cause in an entity 
none like yourself. Meager apology and material possessions 
offer no hint of emotion of love and remorse contained 
My, love, our love, will endure of that much I am sure. Open my mind 
My only wish, to show you things I need you to see. I have known 
No strength such as yours you take for granted. Times as this 
I've never known but with you only would I have it to spend. Forget 
Not the who I was, the who I am, and the who I will be. 
My love, our love will endure of that much I am sure 
Monotony & Mundane remain the same 
caught in this slippery pretty net 
we're all falling in and around our own whirlpools 
our upward spiral climbs too high - the higher up the further down 
Fly the same play the same one with the other 
floating always floating 
This sea we've created weaved in the merciless 
fabric of the time we all flock to certain death 
holding the hands of our clocks & wondering why 
our own bleed. double edged is the face of 
a sundial. With each shadow flicker anguish & 
joy death & life exist permanently & are lost forgotten 
by time held by life lost by eternity. 
Let's all rally hand in hand while the band 
plays on 

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Other source of supernatural knowledge is the Bible
In the words of the Council of Trent
Which enumerated the books of the Bible under their proper titles
The Church declares that she receives

All the books of the Testaments
Old and New
Since the one God is the author of both
The Vatican Council is more explicit

The Church holds those books as sacred
Not because
Having been composed by human industry
They were afterwards approved by her authority

Nor, just because
They contain revelation without error
But, having been written under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit
They have God as their Author

The word Bible comes from the Greek ninlion meaning “the book”
The plural is biblia, was taken for a feminine singular
The Bible is the Book par Excellence

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Have you ever felt unwanted?
Like your being haunted 
One minute their saying bye-bye 
But when you walk out that door 
They wanna break down and cry
And say why did she have to go so fast
But really their feelin free at last

Have you ever felt unwanted?
Like you would have changed something in your past
And u messed up and that was your last
You feel so ashamed
Your saying stop playing games
But you really don't know
They want you to go

Have you ever felt unwanted?
Like there was no comfort place
Like someone just up to you
And said i need my space
How would you feel?
Would you fell blu?
Or when it all boils down 
Would you feel the same way too?

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Take a Good Look at What We Have

It is such a terrible waste when people review with a “cut-and-paste”. When all I see is “Good poem” any day, if “congratulations on winning” is all they say, it means they didn’t read my poem today. To all of you who regularly visit this site, if you are here either during day or night, take the time to read what your fellow soupers write. If you like what you see, give a good critique. Leave a comment that looks rather unique. Whoever contributes their work has something good brewing. The mere accumulation of points is not what we should be doing.

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Alanis morisette

I know you got my letter 
from years ago
the one about all my problems 
and the crush i had on you
about my dresser and my mispelled name
and what slide meant to me and why

I should be accountable
but im not sure what im supposed to do
ive heard you
and understand your sick of your voice and why
ive even tried joining your fan club
but i think that fell through

I told u about my friend sherri shepherd and her family
and how they blindly ylead eachother 
but im not allowed to be her friend

Im not sure what id do if i was in your shoes
recieving a letter from a child fan
telling a stranger their suicidal tendencies
and molestations and abuse at home
and their witchcraft circle and strange experiences that involved
making love to a famous artist before their career had changed

its like unexplainable to me
what you are
a reminder of a mother figure i never knew
a saving grace when the angels seemed soo far away
and i understand all of ur lyrics from im not ur mother 
i diont carry you in my womb for nine months
to not the doctor
and now i wonder if im like an adopted 27 year old 
life lesson 
object to crave 
side project 
you never wanted but got handed
and passed with flying colors

even though a few of your lyrics are two edged swords
im not sure what i wrote and sent off to you
but by the time you read it and wrote that song a lot had changed

i spoke of love like yours
and the help i needed and how i was fascinated with you
things i needed help with no one else could
i dont remember what i wrote
i think i wrote marilyn manson one too

Thank you
we bruised eachother
and i know you did a lot more for me
an object to crave?
its there u know...and it might not be me
but if u want one and u cant find one
i can help u look, or show u places to start

life is strange
i cant fathom the loops we sent eachother through
and who knows what anymore
but thank you soo much

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A Letter to Sir John Heck

To You, My Dear John

I am sending you, this epistle, through the wind
Passing, quietly, across the gentle seas of the gods.

I am a poet, not ‘cause I was born a poet, but I am 
A poet by sole virtue of what my aging brain sees.

And it controls me more often, than my contrite heart.
Is it pretty good or not, the mind first before the heart?

I have been sitting on this board for a year or two
And I have laid my emotions on forms: if not all,
On some of them. Oh by the way, I mastered none.
I managed though, to stand on the first step of the ladder

Of poetry, yet still, I err musing on foreign tongue I loved:
The wording, the punctuation, the grammar, to list a few.

As you read this, my contrite heart bleeds---
For I will never make it to the pinnacle of my passion.

Surely, I wrote to you, not because I am whining
Or maybe I am, but one thing I do certainly know

Is that I am sending you, this epistle, through the wind
Passing, quietly, across the seas of the gentle gods

To ask you, Sir John, the kind-hearted god of soup whisperers
Am I doing the right thing or I am just wasting my time?
Lastly, do you think to have come this far is an achievement?

Your avid fan, across the gentle seas of the gods 

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Your Great { Epigram }

I have joined a really great group
none other then poetry soup

Tribute To All My Rowdy Friends 
in the soup bowl   Luv Ya
Thanks For Your Support

Epigram is derived from the Greek word “epigramma” 
meaning “inscription.” The epigram is short, satiric, humorous, and witty. It used 
at times to express social criticism or political satire, and is often written as a 
single rhyming couplet. 

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Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly

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Poetry Soup Group

Poetry Soup Group

This is quite a group, 
the people at Poetry Soup.

They make me feel 
like a part of their troop.

No matter how much bad 
poetry I enter in their contests 
they still encourage 
me to write until I poop!

The State of the 
group at Poetry Soup
Is that it’s a great 
place to regroup,
Eat soup and write 
poetry late at night,
When you can’t 
seem to sleep.

It’s a great group of people,
Good company to keep.
They make me want to
Leap for joy each time
I log on to Poetry Soup!

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though ever apart

Not Inspired by
The paradox of Poetry Soup

Details | List | |


Never Forget
Shed A Tear 
Wave Goodbye

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You Are Jamming My Dreams

I wait crossly
To get picked up straightaway
I wait optimistically
To step into the murky bowels of my car

I can’t advance…
When you’re dragging me to your feet
I can’t progress…
When you’re motivating me to be incomplete

I wait at ease
To get a ride home
I wait with heaps of crotchetiness
To jam myself into the jumbled car

I can’t drive on…
When you’re creating traffic in my dreams
I can’t carry on as fast
When you’re taking your time on the freeway,
Though your obedience beams

You’re jamming my dreams, sweet dream catcher
You’re liveliness gleams…It’s not what it seems... (2)
It’s certainly not what it seems…
Blame it on my dreams!
You’re just a dream come true…
It’s nothing that popped out of the blue…
It’s not that surprising
If you only knew…
Oh, you don’t have a clue…
This infatuation is positively true!

I can’t move on…I can’t drive on… (2)
I can’t ride on the road to victory…
I can’t burst forth by dashing proudly
Until you hit the brakes and cease from
Jamming my exotic dreams

I can’t travel on… I can’t light up the sky…
I can’t dream on and on and on
I can’t drift on and on
I can’t…I can’t move on
I can’t… I can’t!
Until you inspire me to gleam!

(the whispers grow soundless)
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can't...I can't...
I just can't,
Dear friend...

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A Seven Letter Word


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Scrabble 	
Sponsored by: Nancy Jones

Details | I do not know? | |


Though the crease begins to crumble
These old pages still run blue
Currents pulse beneath the surface
Pen-leaked ink that bled your truths
Pen-spun words that writhe like veins
Under skin and paper skies
Cold to touch, crept through your core
Settled clear in frozen eyes

So I’ll read you like a book
And I’ll write you pretty lies
Just to fill the empty space 
That’s revealed between the lines
Won’t you move a little closer?
Let it spill into your ear
The tide of breath that harboured
All the words you want to hear

Well I tried to kiss it better
Blood and bones to fuse the cleft
Bruised and broken, lips split open
From the effort, nothing’s left
So you say that I’m a sinner
Preach of hearts and ribs and fists
Well I may have made the plunge 
But you revelled in the twist

Now you’re tearing at your wounds
Sanctimonious with pain
Because it helps you ‘hear the music’
Yeah, it helps you play the game
If I pour a little salt
Will you smear it in your eyes?
Feel its grain twist round your lids
As you soliloquise

About the blame you tried to forge 
All the nights you wept and claimed
‘You can’t comprehend the world
Balanced firm between these blades’
No one told you it’s a lie 
And the story really goes
Constellations, superstitions
Are that Ancient’s only load

All the pretty rhymes and perfect crimes
You try to hide behind
Well they just serve to remind me
How you once spoke those old lines – 
‘Your tongue is as a rudder
Guiding vessels safe through storms
Moving mountains with inflections
Making ripples in reflections
Hollowed hull meets hallowed shores’

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Thanx for the Welcome

Hey, thanks a heavy bunch for the welcome
Hey, thanks a larger lot for the welcome

My heart is duly enthralled
My mind has been positively stirred

Two days ago I had a lot on my mind
Now ‘coz of y’all, here I exist in delight

Heaven must be missing quite a number of angels
For what I read on my screen can’t be wordings of ordinary mortals

For now I don’t need heaven
For I have found myself a haven full of the soup I need to get well

A brick at a time, each with purity and love in mind
I’m certain this shrine full of wonder will rise to shine

Such are the blessings of men and women of initiative
Offering poets like me and you the mortar to build our dreams into reality

My heart fills with gratitude, tonnes of it in advance
For the doors of opportunity I’m certain to unearth, in this shelter of dreams

The beginning might be a tad bit rocky
But please bear with me as I drift off my ecstasy to clarity, as consequential of this 
new discovery

I promise to soon find my bearings
And flow at ease like a new Lamborghini on these sleek streets of many dreams

In the meantime don’t mind if sometimes I blurt
For a new soup like this always tastes so sweet, makes one reveal what he was 
meant to keep

Thanks indeed for allowing me to be a part of you
Allow me to advertise to others that you and I on Poetry Soup too

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Back Stabber


You are not the girl I knew before
We used to walk that road together
Now you're just cost me pain for more
And the cuts are going deeper

You knew it well I love him deep
You never mentioned you want him near
You become nightmare in my sleep
I want you leave with all my fear

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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.

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Poetry Soup

This is where I come to bleed.
Where I leave my heart for you to read.
So many things in my heart to grieve.
But only one place it can come to relieve.

It's where my friends I've never met,
Yet, in their minds, my feelings I set.
You relate my fears. You see my love,
Even for that of my God high above.
I speak to you of the one I hold dear.
Whenever, for her, I'm shedding a tear.

Poetry and song in the world we fill,
Leaving it with an insurmountable bill.
Though in money and riches we do not bask,
A little of your time is all I ask.
Poetry soup is what soothes my soul.
It makes even the broken feel once again whole.

I write when I'm joyful. I write when I'm lost.
I write when the world has me beaten and tossed.
It's a medicine so potent we cannot perceive.
They're words that can make weak humans believe.

So to you the readers I am ever indebted.
It's a friendship I have not ever regretted.

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What effect has sloth upon the soul

Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer


Details | I do not know? | |

I'll Take a Bowl of That

Such eloquent words expressed on the screen
For lovers, for dreamers, for those needing verse
They offer up hope and may even bring tears
But satisfy, yes, they wet well the thirst

The many I read and not comment of, too
Are generous, they’re hopeful, inspiring and such
I’ll always come back to the soup bowl that’s filled
With words from the hearts of the many that touch

For I know that they’ll help me get through my dull day
They’ll inspire my many actions and the words that I say

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The Dot, In Small I

                                       Ok            Is  
                                       It’s          Me 

                                  O, that’s what I am
                                  Small, less famed
                                  Yet, I stand proud
                                  Among your crowd
                                  I, too, have an aim
                                  Even though I came
                                  Yes, from the land
                                  Where all must run
                                  To the field of tare
                                  Ere storms share
                                  Us, their madness
                                  Our great sadness
                                  Still, I have a price
                                  I also have my vice
                                  Though, life is less
                                  For me, I am bless 
                                  Though, I am a dot
                                  But I am not a nut
                                  O, true, without me
                                  Like dot, there’ll be
                                  No. a small letter I
                                  Or big you, my pie

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Genius quotations uttered from sleep deprived lips
are often lost ‘lest an inspired being types them
down into a list of unusual thoughts and perceptions.

Unique and individual ideas and ideals dribble
out of the mouth numbed from far too much vinegar
on the chips from the convenience store down the road.

Laughter echoes off the walls as the sober person taps
and tips the piece of English art onto a permanent
record which may be looked at again and rejuvenate ideas.

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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

Details | Acrostic | |

' Carol Brown ... (In Acrostic Form) '

C	omfort, Caring

A	lways Answering

R	eflective, Refreshing

O	pen, Only-Offering

L	aughter, Loving

B	ringing Beauty, Bonding

R	eaching, Reasoning

O	riginal, Observing

W	rought Worthy Writings

N	arrates Nobly, Noticing …

      … Really Makes For A Good-Evening:
           Carol Brown’s Poem-Readings

       (and I Mean Every Word of Each Line)

                 Your Poet-Sis ... MoonBee

Details | I do not know? | |

Stop putting yourself down!

You make me mad when you put yourself down.
You haven't smiled in years, you do nothing but frown.
You think that you're stupid but you're really smart.
You call yourself ugly and it breaks my heart.
You are a great person but that's something you can't see.
You are wonderful and I wish that you could agree.

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It is me 

Don't you see

I could of gone on any site

But God's timing made it right

It is friendship I have found

A kindred spirit in the written word

Encouragement and praise

Truly, an inspiration to me

It must be His plan

To show me wisdom of fellow man

To open my eyes and open my heart

To a new art

He created a poet, so new

And placed me among you

If  the Lord had a master plan

I truly, hope he is my biggest fan

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You Bet!

You bet!
My Heidie poet friend....
A winning streak, I'm on,
Hot as a $2 pistol...
Sun's rising,
It's dawn....
You join the community,
Of endless talent and love,
A charmed life I'm living,
Experiencing all this warm giving....
So thank you, dear Heide,
Trust I do love you too,
Now it's time for 'ol Tom...
To get back in that Old Lady's shoe!

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The Empty Cup

First time since I took pen in hand
I do question why
Does any of help in any way at all?
Just smoke in the sky

I try to pour all of myself out
Emptying my cup
Just a tired old bag of bones
Inside I’m a pup

Many of you are now my friends
As I seek the truth
I have dealt with all my pain
Back to my youth

I live my life inside of a shell
I am breaking free
By the lessons I have learned
I only wish to see

How to offer you other folk
Things that I know
Kind of like that old farmer
Reaping what I sow

I never look in my cup
Empty or its full
Either way that it turns out
Writing is my tool

I do love you all I hope that
it shows, for this love is real.

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Beatnik Boardroom -my stanze from collaboration-

Thank You for the Applause.//

Though I think it’s time to pause,
Find space in the mind to reflect,	
Ideas and inspirations floating about to dissect,
Do you feel me yet?
When you know who you are,
Try to manifest each star,
Establish bridges over an ocean,
Before you give yourself the notion,
That poetry isn’t an absorbed emotion,
Just thrive on it,
Feel alive on it,
Get high on it,
And somehow try to rationalize how,
Minds meet at in a smoke ribbon pow wow.

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you where to hold my hand
and look at me, my heart might 
skip. I would look away, say 
“The sky is lovely.” Yet there
are clouds covering the sky,
like I cloud my words meanings, for
in truth, I don’t think anything of the sky,
nor trees, nor flowers when I’m 
with you. Only you. Therefore, I think 
I need you, and like the 
infamous poets before me, I will
attempt to immortalize you in lines,
and woo you with verse. If that should, however, 
fail, I lose you to the wind, and men 
yet to come, and without 
you, I’ll be of the trees Orpheus 
sings to, with somber branches and
lost leaves. I will talk and write of your
eyes, an electric, endless brown.
Of your voice, drifting in 
the air and stopping at nothing
to please. Of your figure and grace,
destroying wills of men like the Sirens song,
yet thicker and more potent,
lingering like cigar smoke in the air. 
Eventually, yes, my mind will move on,
but frozen in time would be my
emotions for you in these lines, 
and if ever you need to feel loved, 
you need only read.

If it where to work though, the
story takes a different path, which is 
one I leave to your imagination. 
An obscurity found in most love 
stories. ‘They lived happily ever after,’  
would, could, be us, where you to
dip your fingers (what gentle, 
beautiful fingers), into the well 
of my palm.

The choice then is yours then,   
my lovely R------, what’ll it be?

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Say it, not spray it

(This is a fictional poem)

My cousin spits lots of saliva when he talks.
If you're near him, you'll slip on the floor when you walk.
If he's standing on dirt, he turns it to mud.
If he talks too long, he causes a flood.
People are getting tired of being covered with spit.
I'll kick his ___ if he doesn't learn to say it, not spray it.

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The Most Beautiful People

Sometimes we write in a certain way
That’s the style God choose that day

I pick no subject I just start to write
I just simply rely on my inner-sight

I truly feel pretty good on this day
It’s all just a frame of mind they say

I headed out back so I could mow
Busted and disgusted, wife said no

I hurt all the time the drop of a dime
Pain will always be a friend of mine

Pain is the only one I had for years
So much pain full of so many tears

Love on the inside, pain on the out
It last day after day without a doubt

I’m not quite sure where this will lead
As I eat all the pain and plant the seed

Love planting them, then watching them grow
Into the most beautiful people I could ever know

One of the most beautiful, check this out
Tag Chris Higgins, what this poems about

I'm pretty sure by now we all know just how 
special Christopher Higgins is to our mixture
of perfect homegrown soup,  Bro I love you
                                     God Bless, MJ

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What are chief sources of sin

Chief sources are Seven
Pride, Greed, Lust
Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or laziness
Commonly called 7 Capital Sins or 7 Deadly Sins 

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The words of lovers
take them far.
The words of liars
leave them at the bar.

The words of mothers
soothe the heart.
The words of fathers
strengthen the weak.

The words of friends
can make us laugh.
The words of enemies
can tear us down.

The words of God 
give us faith.
The words of the Devil
bring us hate.

Words to the wise,
It's sometimes best
to not use words at all.

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The finest line drawn-- 
Between silent stirs and sighs 
Of swaying roses 
In such perfection for myth 
Charmed by breath of a night wind

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She is mines for just an hour 
But she makes it seem like more,
She implies what time is ours 
Stays behind the bamboo doors.... 
While undressing me to shower,
Tending to my every need,
From the bed of Asian flowers, 
To the towels at my feet...
Then massaging me in oil, 
That evaporates in steam,
So her hands can softly coil,
What commemorate's the scene...
Not a word is ever spoken,
Until one is spoken to,
As she dries me off from soaking,
From the moisture coming thru...
As the hour takes each minute,
Just to turn it into two,
She devours me within it,
Like a concubine should do...


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Fom Greek pentecoste = the fiftieth day after Easter
Originally feast on whichIsrael celebrated 
The establishment of the covenant with God
On Mount Sinai
Through the Pentecost event in Jerusalem
It became for Christians the feast of the Holy Spirit


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A Round Of Applause

For all you semi finalists, I salute each, one and all. I'd contact each of you,but the
intense pain I'm suffering has kept me from the most basic activities.  It is trurely
a struggle just to walk to an adjacent room.  No matter who wins, you're all 
winners to me.   tom

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Beautiful in My Eyes

Dedicated to my teacher, who has helped me more than she'll ever 

When the world denies your hard work 
Refusing your wisdom in years,
Please, just remember what I’m saying,
Please don’t cry any tears. 
People will try to bring you down
No matter what you do
But know this, these words I say,
‘Cause you and I know they are true.
Your hard work has helped me this year
I wouldn’t be who I am without you
This life I live right here and now
Is possible because of what you do.
You encourage my hopes and all my dreams
And help me reach my goal
I wouldn’t be me without you
These seeds, I wouldn’t be able to sow.
You have helped me learn how to write
In fact, you taught me yourself
Whether you’ve realized it or not, 
You’ve helped me become myself.
I can’t imagine eighth grade without you
It’s been a wonderful year
I can’t believe I’m now saying good-bye
And beginning to hold back tears.
I know how you try to be perfect
At least  some of the time,
You like to do everything you can
To help me find a rhythm or a rhyme.
And life isn’t always perfect
In fact, it rarely is
It’s often so sudden and indistinct
It feels like a giant pop quiz.
But no matter where life takes you,
No matter how bad you may want to cry,
Remember these words that I’ve said to you
And know that you’re beautiful in my eyes.

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of beauty,
enhancing my
and poems,
and love from my
and postings
from friends on this
enhancing my

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[Dear sir,]

Dear sir,
the winds of winter have
blown you towards distant harbor.
Fast. one        two         andyouwere 
gone.  but doubt   the fact  that your 
trek was consuming I do 
	   You have stood  through
piercing winds, battered your chest,
ripped your legs- but your
hands were never touched-     you
placed heel to heel, slowly reaching 
stone tablets, lifted your hand to chin
and found a      good place     to   
	          The good city- will be good
to you. they will embrace your ink,
and consume every word dripped
from your pen. A mark of 
valor sketched into stone, whispered
among connecting winds- implosion 
of particles still remaining.
	                 They will then
introduce you to the world you once knew. a
world you once knew well. but it will 
not be what you recall.
      Your words will bring 
them back (a glimpse into a world 
before their time) and make them 
still fight, make them still yearn for 
the right to be free. 
       The blackened skies have 
blessed your ink with solemn 
voice. let it be heard.
the people will listen. will follow. 
May the four winds blow 
you safely home, Mr. Poe.  we’ll
be waiting.

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Intimate Strangers

Everyday about the same time
We'd pass each other on the street,
staring deep into the others eyes
day dreaming of a way to meet...
Would we tell one another lies
because most mistakes are made in haste
but our vows are the compromise
that keep our wedding rings in place...
making love in each others minds
the thought of it makes time stand still
our shoulders brush and at the same time
I breathe in deep to take my fill...
could you and I lead a secret life
or maybe we could just be friends
but today I think I will just say hi
and tomorrow we'll make love again...

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To Paint You

I can paint
You, in black 
And white
While the sky curls 

Your hair, with care
As swaying
Green of spring
In the garden

Between orb and rain
In rivalry

Yet, I chose
To paint you, with
Lush of 
My words


for poet Ernilando Tugaff

Details | Burlesque | |


Zeina, Zeina,
Where you be?
Tryin' to find you before,
I get to twenty-three

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Tallahassee to Ormond Beach

Down in Tallahassee
An American lassie stayed
Her poetry is a joy to read
It's the way her writes displayed

Writes on subjects cool
They en captured all our thoughts
Of history and life
Our imaginations caught

To Ormond Beach she travels
Near the ocean she will be
To stay in the family house
Fishing so frequently

And once she's settled in
To the Soup she will return
To grace us with her writes
For more i want to learn

Be safe in your journey
To make yourself at home
For we will all be here
I doubt we'll ever roam


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What is Gluttony

Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess

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Tag Sharon Weimer "You are IT"

Sometimes in life it is so clear to see
My friend is as special as she can be

Things happen and we don’t know why
But for my special friend I would die

I started the (YF4L) club just for her
Sometimes I stutter but I never slur

My wife knows that Sharon is special as can be
They’re the only two who calm the beast in me

Be the first admit, I don’t always think right
I’m a true man of God with a Soldier’s plight

The “Man of God” part is all brand new
Sharon I have penned this poem for you

But it’s not just a poem, Sharon it is a tag
Pull yourself a name from the Poetry bag

And then tell that Poet how special they are
From the bag of Poets pull yourself out a star

This is a game that all of us poets used to play
Hopefully we can relight that flame today

Anyone but me Sharon you can write about
Just answer the “Tag” and let your love out

You know I've been here long enough to say.
"Back in the day" we used to play tag, i miss
it a lot - Rules are very simple, I write a poem
for Sharon and tag it. Sharon now can write a
poem to any other poet but me and tag it. Then
they do the same. Lets rock and roll, heart and
soul and see where it may lead. Tag Shar, your it.
Now this is a wide open game, anyone can pick
anyone they wish at any time. The object is to
keep the ball rolling. This used to be a very special
part of our site and I do hope we can relight that
Flame, God Bless you all, MJ

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Tom's Super Quiz Poet's Contest

Okay folks, here we go: Super Quiz Contest; Part One:  First one to accumulate 
25 points total for all parts, wins....
1) Make a 6 line poem incorporating the following 6 words, or phrases" (I will 
provide one bonus word to provide you a bit of choice) . Use  verse libre', rhyme, 
or burlesque, but I'd suggest burlesque, as that form has more value here.- the 
words are "waffle", "roller skate", "Latex semi-gloss paint" "bench press" "coal 
bin" and "police siren" ; 10 points max value.  Humorous poems for above 
(burlesque) can accumulate up to 10 bonus points.  Remember, the poem 
should make some sort of explainable convoluted sense, at least in the crazy 
tom way.
2)Part two; Answer correctly the following riddle/quiz; "I sound like a part of you, 
and I'd never speak of you a'foul...but sometimes I stretch out- and make others 

One clue will be posted each day, starting on the second day- up to 5 clues max.; 
but each day the values decline by 1 point...Contest entries accepted up till 
midnite of Sunday night, Oct 14.  Winner, if any, will be announced following day, 
if prize has not been won already...
May the best man, or woman, win...Based on past results, I'd say watch out for 
Shar-she usually wins these, although this one is tougher than most.  So best 
luck to all.  Winner will be granted a custom poem by me based on any one word 
you choose- name, thing, etc.  I may ask up to 1 1 word clue,if I need, one brief 
question of clarification...
The judge's word is final...(yes, mine!!, being married 2 times, that'll be a new 
And everyone is welcome to comment on other entries, so long as appropriate 
respect and clean language is abided to.
Good Luck!!!!
                                                 tom bell

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So, Till We Meet Again

We have poems that make us really different from one another;
You already mastered the rhyme, whilst I‘m still trying to discover.

I have played several times, with this cute little haiku,
While you, deeply, longing to amaze its twin sibling senryu.

And yet, without doubt, we all meet everyday on this central stage,
Where you, un-selfishly, spreading yourself on this blank page.

While my complicated thoughts are being stocked in deep confusion, 
Because I am undecided yet, in what form I must uncover my passion.

For not only you, who suffer in this so-called un-poetic indigestion;
But indeed, happy are those who continue sharing their poetic vision.


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Poetic Journey

At beginning, certain derivatives escaped form,
Growing here, I joined keen living mighty names,
Obtaining poetic qualification, returned sweetly,
Telling universally valiant words,
 Xeroxing yearlong zeal

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A Visit in Style

Hello there my dearest old friend, it’s been a long, long time
I wish of you to sit a spell, indulge me with your rhymes

I have a few to read to you. I’d like to know your thoughts.
I have so many styles now. It’s great, what I’ve been taught!

The Cameo is popular; I really love it so.
The Septet, too, is oh so grand, I wanted you to know.

The Haiku, though so short, is a descriptive piece to read.
It provides all the clarity and imagery you’ll need.

A Tanka is much like that but has two more lines instead.
It really sounds just as descriptive, if out loud it’s read.

One that really is a fave, is the Diatelle; it’s great!
With many lines and syllables it’s surely to elate.

So many styles to say the least, I cannot say them all.
We must revisit them one day, so please pay me a call.

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Latin trinitas = the state of being threefold

God is only one but He exist in three persons

The fact that in English we have two terms

The triune God and the Trinity

For the same reality (one emphasizes God’s unity

The other the distinction (of persons in Him)

An indication of the unfathomable mystery of the Trinity



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I Write This For You

I write this for you
because you have given me
a world of beauty in your writing.
So, it’s time to give back.

Because you have given me
almost everything in your heart,
so, it’s time to give back
everything I have in my heart.

Almost everything in your heart;
a treasure, of the purest kind.
Everything I have in my heart,
I wish to share with you.

A treasure, of the purest kind;
a world of beauty in your writing.
I wish to share with you!
I write this for you!

Details | Quatrain | |

What is mortal sin

Mortal sin is grievous offense against the law of God
This sin is called mortal because it deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace
Brings everlasting death and damnation of the soul

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Our Words will be our Faces

We all express our inner selves,
All bleeding to be heard;
A communal prayer of poetry,
All searching for the words.

Where I can be there with you,
In your structure and your rhyme;
Sharing all your pain and sorrow,
And where you’ll know all mine.

So when we lie our pencils down,
To wait for Poet’s Heaven;
Our words will be our faces,
And we’ll recognize our brethren.

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Five finger discount

(This is a fictional poem)

While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot.
But before you could get out of the store, you got caught.
They thought I was an accessory so they prosecuted me as well.
I'm mad because you got me arrested so you can go to hell.

This incident has caused me a great deal of grief.
My girlfriend dumped me because she thinks I'm a thief.
You may not realize it but stealing is a sin.
It will be a cold day in hell when I go shopping with you again.

Details | Acrostic | |

Carol Brown

Charming, like her name
Against all odds, her spirits never wane
Ready to laugh…and to cry, to give and to share…
Of little things she has, with everyone ‘cos she really care
Like diamond, bright and precious…for love is in her blood

Beauty beyond compare, knowing her I am truly glad
Rare creation, like her writings without flaws, so pure and true
One, two or three…and there you see…she’s always free, just for you
What I learned, from her, is to be humble, for not to stumble in search of fame
Now and forever, she will always be Miss Carol Brown… charming, like her name

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Poet Mentors (Diatelle)

Help me now
I beseech thee
I ask that you show me
Just how to write a good poem
Yes, I am so very eager to learn
And yes, I will also pass the knowledge along
As I succeed, you will succeed as well
For, I will never take credit
Of that which is not mine
I’ll give it back
To all my 

DIATELLE 1/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/1 unrhymed syllables

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Out to you

Give me your input and please accept mine
we can both take this chance and share a little piece of mind
what a brill ant calculated risk
you should know me by now wether I' m speaking or writing
I use time to my advantage and place the words where they best fit
I formulate till the ink is between the lines
the next step
I now describe
typing it out on this keyboard
I become frustrated because it' s not my favorite thing to do
but I go through the process anyway
just to get these words out to you
yeah, whoever wherever you are
just to get these words 
out to you

Details | Free verse | |

Favorite People

To Shar, Patricia, Christy, Ruby,
and more,
You are among those I most adore.

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Sticks And Stones

Oh words how you betray me,
What hateful things you say,
was there call to be so blunt?
Was their not another way?
How softly you fell from there lips
But with a deadly aim,
Oh words how we distort you
To heighten others Pain,
Oh words how you do penetrate,
how cruel and how unfair
to find your way into my heart
and create a Poison there,
You should never have said that!
you cant take it back,
The nouns and vowels still ringing in my ear,
You should never have said that!
You have made yourself to me 
Oh words how we  mistreat you
To fill you with such spite
To throw you like missiles
To spit you out in fight
You should never have said that!
I should never have heard
If you've nothing kind to say
not another word.

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From the Greek Charis = gift, grace, favor, charm
A name for the gratuitous gifts of the Holy Spirit
As they are described
For example in Corinthians 12:6ff
The gift of healing
Miraculous powers
Speaking in tongues and
The gift interpreting them
Firmness in faith and so on
Also included are the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit


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In the deep and starry void

 friends surround me
in this deep and starry void
near and far and all arround me
writing how the pain destroyed

fragile holds they had on Morning
casting them back to the gloom
with their spinning threads adorning
walls within my tiny room.

Terrible the beauty haunting
wistful words of tears alone
of how deeply they are wanting
wondros love to come back home

come back from the grave or garden
where they argued or betrayed
seeking sustenance or pardon
I love everything they said .

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Rise above

Just another passionate scheme of mine
yeah using this pen as a weapon
to kill some time
there I go again thinking too hard
when essentially it' s so easy to rhyme
careful now the pride-water gets deep and the complacent current is quite strong
take that chance on love
don' t get stuck on the what if 's
cause you'll never know until you rise above
make sure it's pure
contemplate it all from the start
love in your mind my friends
as well as in the deepest parts of your heart
follow the truth,share the trust
a couple phrases of advice
still trying to get it all out
just another passionate scheme of mine

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Missive 2

The hate of time havocs foolish fate
And I, no one's blank slate
Will not my conscience hesitate
Or cast my eyes down at evening's gate.

You are neither victim nor demon since
You of your error is unconvinced
I am a child no more to wince
When white sheets of mind befouled are rinsed

I make my decisions without the noise
And cheap popularity's phony poise
But as humble I'd fear forfeit a sunrise
And have fool graffitied on unlighted eyes.

I have tried picking up time before
The past like frost from hoar
Had only present, and memory more
Than spite makes every pain a spore 

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Tribute to Poetry

I am throwing things away
Only careful to conduct my citzenship
In a very responsible way.
I wrap my garbage so nothing can drip
Into the frail environment:
Feelings, emotions, clutters of the soul
Tied neatly with each argument
I tossed out to be broken down by mold.
And when I thought me done
With all this waste, this litter I have of words
You some flower primed by sun
Come rooting here with seed for applauding birds
And said I nourished all this
The fragrant flowers, the succulent seed and fruit
Birds breaking out with bliss
And poetry a fresh potting soil at your happy root.

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Wind Words

 I wrote my love 
on a maple leaf
and mailed it into
the wind.
That's the chance 
I had in finding
my once in a lifetime
but the westwind
took it to you,
on a whisper 
and a prayer
and somehow
my heart knew you
would be reading it 

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You should have stayed longer to know me more
It is time that makes love and not our hearts
For we are but discoverers, and nothing more
You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I
Convince you now that your other world is different
That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip
People commit to grow, and if together
The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist
Of morning if it clears now
Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows
I do not use words loosely nor in excess
I only say I love you with words fully dress
To carry connotations and context to an infinite end
Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way
The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning
How can you learn so much so far away
What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart
Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come
Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb
I am too small to be any finer torn apart.

Details | Rhyme | |


If we had a choice
Between life and death
Would it make us rejoice?
Or would it be another lifeless breath?

If we had to choose 
To die now or to live for eternity
Would you say your last goodbyes
To see the next life that God has for thee?
Or would you live to see 
What lies beneath every word of every word spoken 
To take life as a simple token?

If you had to choose
Between watching someone die as you are able to do nothing.
Rather than to kill that someone in self defense who is doing everything that's 
Would you do it?
If you had nothing tolose
But your life?

If you were chosen to save
Would you save a child from a burning house?
Or would you be a little less brave
And pass it to go to Europe with a free browse?

Would you do things you normally wouldn't do
Live to see the world at its end
Save a young heart from the massive truth?
To watch yourself lose a best friend?
Tell me, would you?

Details | Kimo | |

Poetry Soup

I poured me a big bowl of soup today-
Noodles, veggies and chicken
In broth good for my soul.

Dedicated to all poets and those who read and comment on our work.

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A Note to Shar

Hi, tom here- insomnia a great bane in my life.  Got Email address?  I'm at  I put a blog on google- if I did it right....I'm not too 
computer literate.  'nother poem on it's way-Tom the Tramp's Space/Time 
Continuum Treatise....Wow!! More $10 words!!!  Luv, tom

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I thought you were trying to do your best.
You were supposed to study for your history test.
You got an F instead of an A.
Your education can't continue to go this way.

You'll need very good grades if you plan to go to Yale.
But you won't go to any college if you continue to fail.
I'm telling you this because I'm your buddy.
You need to apply yourself and study.

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Poetry Soup A Wonderful Group

  Poetry Soup A Wonderful Group

To all my friends here on the soup, 
   you’re always there and such a caring group.
When my days are not right and sometimes dark,
   You’re always there to provide that needed spark.
Your comments I cherish so,
    They mean more to me than you’ll ever know.
You make me feel like I have worth.
    You give me a reason for being on this planet earth.
Writing poetry is all new for me.
     It gives me great pleasure it sets me free.
You guys are the classiest people I’ve never met.
     Your words speak wisdom and love I’m not done yet.
There’s pain and sorrow and humor too.
     People write of about everything they know or do.
I just want you to know, I care for you a lot.
     Just ordinary people of that I say to you, a special Thanks A Lot
I place you in a class above the rest, 
      You’ve won my heart, you are the best

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A Willing Heart

Oh, the way a 
poem rhymes
on a sheet of green of stolen memories
at the end of day
or the coming of night

is tinged with
wisdom of a falling leaf, yelling 
in great silence, where only
a willing heart can hear!

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Childhood Becomes Impressionism

Remember the games we used to play?
On rainy days under the gray?
In the trees and through the stars,
around the bends and up to Mars.
Over rainbows and in witches' den
oh, the things we could see then.

On paths that only we could take
we flew and galloped in grass we'd make.
With annoying companions in our hand
snuck into places hid'n in the land.
In a world none but we can unlock
full of magic we'd weave with talk, 
colors, solutions; the things we'd devise
predicaments and love seen through our eyes.

To see again what most cannot dream
is simple for those who once have seen.
And such as we've done can be woven again
much samely through words can beasts be slain,
and grottoes built up from the ground.
Here our golden grove IS found.
For what once was can be again
in the world of words and key and pen.

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Souper-Men/Souper Woman-Convention Idea

I think we should ask the Soup people about this convention-where to have- how 
much each would need to contribute.  This could be a big promotional coup for 
the Soup people-even if they charge us , say $20 per head to attend- and more 
for site...etc...And perhaps I can get my old band together for entertainment- I'd 
even do some of my stand-up and comedy gratis.  and maybe 
vote for a couple of categories of poetry- romantic, humourous-sad-life-loss- 
and "Grand Master Poet"  Please advise me of your thoughts!  Thank you, and 
God bless you all!!        tom bell

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Confessions Of A Mad Poet

Who L-ZE??

I so often get so wound up writing poems, I fail to take the proper amount of time 
in reading other's works....for this I am sorry, and I apologize...but the one who 
gets robbed the most is me....I am missing more than half of the joy of being a 
veggie in the soup....I am always bowled over....always.....say, is Poe still a 
member?  (Yea hadda' expect some nonsense from me, right?) the world's 
best group....and thanks for helpin' me get my money's worth from my Dictionary

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Soup Convention update

Start with intro (Soup Executive)
Poetry readings.
(If on Long Island)- my band will play (Classic rock)
"Roast" on a pre-selected candidate.
Poetry reading/and/or/ discussion.
Gambling(Horse Race game)
Last call cocktails.
Vote and declare
King and Queen Poets for the
I'll provide plaques.

If wanted, we can have the entire event videotaped.
I feel we ought to ackowledge Soup Pesonnel- so
therefore I will get them tokens' of appreiation.
And copies of video will be available to who ever wants 
to purchase.

Come On Folks-We Need at Least 100 People!!!!!!!!  SIGN UP NOW!!!!!
Any suggestions, additions. deletions, comments, please email 
Spouses, girfriends, even hooker's welcome,

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Churches and Ecclesial Communities

Many Christian communities on earth call themselves churches
According to the Catholic understanding
Only those in which the sacraments of Jesus Christ’s have been preserved
In their entirety have remained “Church”
This is true especially of the Orthodox and
Eastern Churches
In the ecclesial communities that resulted from the Protestant Reformation
All the sacraments have not been preserved


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Given to me

I once was a wizard who treasured the night
The earthly pleasures full of empty delight

An empty monster who had no soul
Feeding the flames was my only goal

Then one day a lesson I learned
Dance in the fire and you will get burned

Burnt to a crisp and black as coal
Thats what the mirror said of my soul

Thats the day I shattered my mold
Let the blanket of love shelter me from the cold

My poetic teacher was a ray of light 
At the end of the tunnel dark as the night

The poems I wrote were no less than a torch
Leading through the darkness to here on my porch

And now that I'm here I can't help but say
I treasure the blessings I receive everyday

There easy to see if you've walked in my shoes
Everyday it's a blessing I don't go out and use

In losing my freedom I've learned what it means
Everyday is a blessing I'm waiting to dream

Of the pain and trials I now face everyday
There future blessings I'm saving to pray

Today as I sit on my porch with a smile
I thought "maybe I should write for awhile"

And look what that thought turned out to be
Another blessing the Lord has given to me

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Someone told me I must write poems
In the language of common meanings
Like brown paper bags
And the popped out eyes of children
What are poems I asked
The silence trickled into disgust
Not because the dumb cannot speak
But because I cannot make the mute to hear
I pour me out in words
First after being distilled to thoughts
I would not play with these words lightly
Each pourings leave less of me
And when this poem is done I am no more
That is why my meaning stay unique
And uncomprehended as I am
Sorry, I do not write that poem. madam
I write change on permanent memories
In the heart of the deaf he hears a fountain of melodies.

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Written Words, In My Head

In my head.

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Hairline Cracks

When I am so weary
of this world
         speaks through my
when desert summer
     sun cannot
             this uninvited temperament    
and fear brushes
     my cheek on
         my way out
             the door,
I find
to be 
that crack 
     weathered bark

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Seed Words planted and nurtured grow in loving care the gift given to another ideas blossom to pollen borne by dreams of another gently bound by common ground Stephen (Stoic)

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Imagine That Vol.2

Story of my life... you know it's kinda
funny when I think about cuz
when it comes to love I could never
get it right but I can give all the good advice
to my homeboys & help them keep their
lil shawty's and turn em into the wifey type
but like Beans said "Tell Me What Your Life Like"
pain & turmoil but God made the child that
stands before you outta his image 
so I been heaven sent to deliverance his
messages never mind my seductive

But listen things ain't what it used to be,
you see it's this female I been talking 
to for a minute and somethings different 
I can feel it in how we talk and the way 
she looks at me, kinda got me daydreamin
right now, I mean it's just good friendship
but eternal happiness wit her is
sumthin I'm trying to seek, 
she got me feeling like M.L.K in his 
Infamous "I Have A Dream Speech"
meaning she takes me to a place 
God took John, revealing to him 
because of the sinful nature of 
this nation a New Heaven & Earth 
would be born.

So you see I see new things wit this one,
got me visioning a new love life, where
even if I'm away from her for a few minutes 
I think of her smile and she's what
I'm missing, so for her to be mines & me 
to be hers it would almost feel unreal 
but I'm love it, cuz when she gives her
heart to me the last thing imma feel is 
emotionally torn like Letoya Luckett

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Missive III

Sometimes it is alright that you are far away
While I conflicted not with my love for you pines
For your more mature and less emotional hour.
And yet I change neither day nor day, but drink
Of moon and stars the passion of day's due change
And is not change that's lacking us who become
Bored by our sense of life. My bravely believe
I have so much to surrender where loyalty keeps
For in that language that loyalty reads, its own
Proper interpretation of life abounds. We find 
What we look for, and we search for who we are
So broken hearted among the rubble of expectations,
I pity you wallowed in this heap, frightened fledgling
Earthbound and flattering in the silence of my wound.

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Healing Ellie

I met you hollow as the bones
of sun scorched trees with roots upturned
Worn to smoothness, polished grey
I met you when you'd less to say
But time and temperance green the ground
by pushing growth and sticking 'round
The seeds which scattered, dormant, light
in a gust of wind and time, took flight
They settled with your words and grew
with limbs of strength, they became you
And soon you laughed and bloomed in pink
and unwrapped time as a gift to think
Soon, your roots entwined the earth
You opened your arms to a million birds
and swayed in the wind to their favorite tune
as you etched them into your friend, the moon
Now you speak as all nature does
with a heart full of passion that's rooted in love
Each limb of growth reaching into the wind
Your words are a healing, You're on the mend...

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Soup Convention?

Anyone interested in getting together at a "Soup Convention"- hopefully with Soup 
executives, for a night of fun and reverie?????

Details | Rhyme | |

A Thing or Two

When I sit down to write 
No Idea what I will say
I just simply let my pen
Be the prayer that I pray
These days they are many
The blessings they are too
I reckon all things in life
Bound to our perceptive view
Everyone sees everything
In their own special way
It's essential that we listen
To what they have to say
We may or may not agree
On any given day
The fact that we take time to listen
Make us the blessing of their day
And if we listen closely
I do believe this true
We just might be surprised
And learn us a thing or two

Details | Free verse | |

And The Winner Is

It is quite pleasing to cheers
That my unknown peers
Have already written their master piece
And with it, they're well pleased;
Some of them, if not all,
Are waiting for the final call;
Yet, here I am still forcing little hand
To grab the silvery pen
That grandpa used in signing his will,
To explore my own skill;
But, the candle shape fingers picked
A fine-rolled scented stick,
Which I lit;
For I couldn't resist it;
Poisoning the fragile mind
And the words I can't find;
For I unwittingly nobbled the chance,
'Cos I didn't glance
What it was trying to convey,
And now, I keep my spirits at bay;
If, I wrote nothing, still
I won't lose courage and will
To see the name of my unknown peer,
Whose writing steer
Word travelers, by fascinating poetry
Uncovered by the quill of glory;
Possessing charm and style
That makes the judges smile;
And after I read it, I say "Well Done!"
For years pass by, its message won't be gone.

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Tanya put your apron on

I miss the celery and the salt
the dandelions and herbs we bought
Don't you think you really ought
to season up the soup?

The pot is simmering so right
the smell of cooking fills the night
come on in and take a bite
and season up the soup.

You're the one who adds the touch
the flavor that we love so much
our friends are showing up for lunch
so season up the soup!

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summer pain

looking in the mirror i say,
"i forgive you today."
but thats just a lie; 
just to pass me by,
just what am i supposed to say?
oh sweet summer pain,
slowly driving me insane!
i didn't want to grow,
but i just dont know;
i don't wanna go all the way...
and so i cry,
deep down inside;
i feel as if i lie!
but i dont know why,oh why.
you feel it too, 
as if it's true;
deep down inside you.
but you dont know what to do.
just believe in you...

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Thank you for your songs

To all  the wonderful folks on this site, the real poets:

When you sing your words
you seem to get me right
placing words into a sentence just so 
a sentence that  would take me all nite

I read and I'm not alone
I talk too much, alot
trying maybe too hard 
to get myself across

How do you do it?
putting to paper your thoughts, so near?
pain, love, redemption, contentment
every emotion, every tear?

You make words lovely for my eyes
Secret somethings to hold close
words I think about while driving
words from friends that I don't know 

Thank you sweet friends
I don't express enough
but I believe I really see you
and your words make me loved 

Some of you are truly brilliant
Some of you are plainly true
But like me, I think, you are all calling
I hear you


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Missive to Soupers

What did you do in my absence
Did you still write nonsense on a page
And left it as if it was delicious plate
My greed would devour to read
What do you feel when you write
Except your own invisibleness of being
Does it anger you
Are you provoked to inexpressible love
And do you dissolve youurself in the emotion of words
Or are you too afraid to die
A poem must be written with your life
And after it
You cannoot be found again, for love consumes
Everything it breathes upon
I have not existed for years
Not since I was just before thirteen
All they knew of me from then was what I said
And there is this storm in my head
I still cannot shake it out
But you who mess the clean paper up with words
That drizzle your emotion all over the page
Shall not understand the serpent in the cage.

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Thanks and Comments

Thank everyone who responded to my daily insanity today.  A few quick notes;
Vince- thank God we have people like you to defend the country, and keep the 
cops from eatting ALL the donuts. You had me rollin'!
Sandra- what seperates the two?  Maybe they are head and tails on the same 
Sharon- yes, when it comes to Quantum Physics, I too like it in small quantums.
Much of it is counter-intuitive, like most marriages.
Ps- I like my sushi well done.
Happy day to all, tom.

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Off the Cuff- Another ad-lib from the Madman

Crazy is as crazy does.  I guess you get my drift.  I wander through a world of 
thought, my pace is not too swift.  I like soup and poetry too, If you're reading this, 
you do too.  I feel only fulfilled if I can create one smile, somewher upon this 
earth. sour pusses we know, we suffer from no dearth.  I may not be a great 
speller, and I may not be too bright, but one thing I know; how to use my sight.  I 
mean not eyes in this, I hope you understand, I'm just one little member in an 
awesome big ol' band.  There are things about I wonder, there are things that I 
adore, I better shut up now, you unederstand, I can not say more.

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Internal Beauty

Oh beautiful one
on the verge of the brink
on the rim of believing
you're oh what you think
Oh beautiful one
to declare delicate
all the virtue you have 
in integrity set
Oh beautiful one
don't be so eclipsed
by the shadow of words
that you hold on your hips
Oh beautiful one
you render and shine
with a thought which emerged
quite unique in design
Oh beautiful one
your wishes are true
on the verge of the brink
this reflection is you...

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Embers Lighting the World A'fire

This sparkling thought, 
when just an ember, 
blew from off your lips
I drank it in,
to learn, begin,
the nectar sweet to sip
Blossoms grew, 
left undisturbed,
to ripen into art
Kindred thoughts, 
exchanged and caught,
the fruitage you impart.

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' The Face You See ... '

Some Poems Are Old
Some Prose is New
Some Work is Fantasy
… Some Are True

Some Fears are Imagined
Some Hurts are Real
But I will not Disclose
Every Detail-Deal

Most Experiences are Mine
Especially Lessons Genuine
And The Things I Write
I Ask for Heaven’s Copy-Right

So … Straight from my Heart
‘ All This Is My Part ‘
And I Think You Know
… The Face I Show . . .

(and if You Chose to See or Not
Tells Me A Whole-Lot… )

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A Muse Me, A Muse You (English Pensee)

Sit down
Write a little
Share some thoughts with me today
For I will share some thoughts with you
As we write together

English Pensee, 5 lines 2/4/7/8/6 syllables

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Make Me Smile, Please! (Naani)

A comment,
Without degrading--
The statement of art,
Makes a poet/writer smile!

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Help one another!

Encourage one another
and promote each others work;
help them if they're struggling
nurture all their worth.
Advocate or contribute,
stimulate their minds;
Recommend a sponsor,
to assist, support or sign.
Foster them or forward them;
publicize and popularize,
all will help to plug;
every piece that warrants it,

returned with such a hug!

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Indiana Jones In Search Of The Lost Ruby

Travelling the world,
Seeking the mystical poetess,
No Tomb too dark or scary,
No too evil Nazi so wary...
This Jewel must be returned
To the Soup Treasury....

(add your verse, sil' vous plait!)  Email me @ for me to 

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A Precious Jewel Is Missing

Somehow, a Ruby
Disappeared from the Royal Treasury,
The King and Queen heart-broken,
Royalty is rich, you think,
But that was no little token,
They prized that jewel
Above their diamonds,
All other Royal possessions,
The castle walls can crumble now,
That theft now their obsessions

So if the Ruby is returned,
All will sing with joy,
That goes for the KIng and Queen,
Down too the smallest girl and boy.

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spiraling down
in my mind,
an angry clown
tears the fabric of 
my life
with a silver 
painting knife,
cuts the streamers
long and thin
in colored streaks
of might have been,
from the sky,
they float to you
you ask me "why?",
and then I'm not so
all alone,
the spectrum 
of my grief has blown
bright confetti
on the wind,
straight to an

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Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 3

That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”
To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”
Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar” 
It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”
Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”
I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”

Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”
Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”
A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last” 

So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”
I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being” 
Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”

Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cos “The Deep Blue Is Rough”
Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”
Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs” 

Note: I tag the first person who read this….and the last one, too.
Thanks to K.S. for encouraging me to play
And also, to C.B., for the e-mails…love the message/photos.

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Keep your eyes on the damn road!

(This is a fictional poem)

When we go cruising with your girlfriend, I don't like how you drive.
You always watch her big boobs instead of the road and we're lucky to be alive.
Keep your eyes on the damn road and not on her chest!
The cops keep pulling us over for wreckless driving and putting you under arrest.

You had to pay for a hog you hit last week and now we're going to have to eat a lot 
of pork.
At first you refused to pay for the hog and that farmer jabbed you in the nuts with a 
I just learned that you've been risking our lives because of kleenex tissue in a 
You just blessed out your girlfriend and she gave you a swift kick in the rear.

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What Ever Will I Do?

Where do I go now?
What can I do?
I wanted to write
But where are you?

I turned on my computer
And you were not there
All I found was empty
I just sat there and stared

I didn’t think I liked it
But now I’m sure I do
I don’t know how I’ll live
Without visiting you

I really didn’t notice
The first thing that I do
I get up in the morning 
I go straight to you

I find my list of poems
And then I start to write
I even catch myself
Looking there at night

No it’s not an addiction
It’s just the way it’s been
I seem to have found a place 
I feel like I fit in

Some may think it’s silly
Maybe obsession
I don’t care what they think
This is my confession

I want to see my poems
Filtered through the loop
I like to have the feedback 
From my friends at Poetry Soup

I wrote this poem this morning while the service was unavailable. This is just for 
fun and I guess I was really bored. LOL  

I want to say thank you to all that have commented on my work and made me feel 
like I fit in. Smiles from Lena "Lolita"

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The So-Called Poetry

‘Tis art that comes from the heart
‘Tis the gift that we ought to lift
And share it with those who care

I must try now to be more like you
For you have such a heart that care 
Uplifting me from my great despair

I have a gift, for you, that will make 
You see what is really inside of me
‘Cos we, both, live in the art of life

Of sharing one another, cheerfully 
You and me, the so-called poetry
As always, where we ought to be 

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Ruby's Breakfast

I should be a private eye,
and not one with a sty...
Cause I put 2 and 3 together,
Oh, I was being so very clever!

My Sherlock mind, it did deduce,
From clues she left,some too loose...
Just what her choice would be....
At least I could clearly see...

Not donuts and hot tea...
Bacon and eggs? easy....
Oatmeal?... Naw, but maybe a bit more close...
I know what your thinkin', "Oh, again,here he goes!!"
She said it every time...
Her choice always Cheerios!!!!

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Poetry Soup

  sometimes this soup is bitter
sometimes this soup is sweet
sometimes this soup is really
just impossible to eat

  but always as we share it 
we cooks all gather 'round
to marvel at the mastery 
of morsels that we've found

   we share our family secrets
the recipes we've brought
we pass them cross the table
and add a little salt

   we give the chef our feedback
and add a little spice
the flavor of the feelings
be they hot or cold as ice

  this soup is meant for sharing
cook it up for all tonight
we're gathered 'round your table
and we've got an appetite.

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   a pride of lines
a line of pride
the words you write
the road you ride

   reflections on a pomegranate
music from another planet
   ripples on the stream of time
letters written in your rhyme

   lines on lines
you wrote and said
in your head

   measure me 
a pride of lines
that your faith in me refines
bring me back a souvenir
  of our love,
     I love you dear.

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I've never played tag before, I say
But being tagged has made my day
If I wrote my thoughts, my arm would droop
Trying to tag all the great poets on Poetry Soup
Now I hold Tamiviolet and Carol Brown dear
Karen O'Leary and Marycile Beer
Tammy and Jill both make me smile
And JeanMarie has her very own style
Reading Bill Robinson is time well spent
And Charles Fuller is so eloquent
Don't forget Deb Simpson and William Ward
Linda Smith strikes another chord
There's Kim Mulroney and William Jones
Even more great writing. It's Daria Stone's
If I wrote about all the great one's on this sight
I would still be writing on New Year's night.

   You are tagged.

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Inspiration from Miss Linda

You crack me up ,
Never let me down,
Some even say ,
You act like a clown.

Whenever you are around,
People carry on,
There can be no frown.

Now I don’t know,
If all that’s true, 
But I wanted to write ,
And give a big thank you.

Once and for all,
But not in the least,
You did not stall,
Or get eaten by the beast.

Where oh where do I go from here?
What oh what do we have to fear?

I know not ,
For I just write.
Bet Miss Linda Ann.
Would love flying a kite,

But who knows,
Could this be right?
Stay on your toes,
It’s almost midnight.

So time to stop,
And get to bed,
Have sweet dreams,
With sugar plums in your head.

One more thing, 
Before I go. 
Thank you miss Linda,
You inspired me, you know.

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Meeting Peter Cottontail

Katherine Stella
Meeting Peter Cottontail, 
What is on her mind?

Inspired by Kathy’s poem Peter Cottontail

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The Elemental Poet

Not all the time....

Make sense?
Nah, sometimes I'm dense....

Crude and rude?
Well, no, but no prude....

Do I expect to win?
Not unless the judge is kin...

Am I learning?
No, my brain is slowly draining....

Do you make good friends?
Damn Right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Challenge Results

Every entry so good, I gotta' declare you all winners!!
This from the king of the challenge deadline sinners!

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My PoetrySoup Friends

Thank you all you people,
My poetry soup friends
Who take the time to take a peek
Into my life in writing
And though I hardly have the time
to do the same for you
I always appreciate your comments
On my poetry, my life, 
my feelings
My writing is my silent way
Of screaming out my mind
It's good to have you listening
And giving back the little you can
Because before I lay my head down
I check all you have to say
And I'm satisfied in sharing
Cuz when I read your thoughts
I know I'm not invisible
So thanks again
to my fellow writers
We'll talk again soon
In our next poem

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The Bricklayer Poet

My friend was a stone Mason
built houses made of words
usually rhyming, I suppose,
but that really matters not-
the message is the essence,
the reason...we build
our worlds the way we wish
our buildings of words 
are strong willed.

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Cordial Appreciation

Together, day by day

In your best apron
And I in my evening suit

Hmm, the soup 
Is boiling
With your finest herbs

I tasted it
And wish I have cooked it first
...your bowl of wordy art


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The Reader

A poet
dresses the naked 

with emotions. Such as the air 
in this empty room sops the hand 
and satisfaction it gives. Still, 

the pen he has used 
flows again and the page cherishes 
that in its roots—
and produces blooms on the bed 
of spring. Ah, the spirits are splattering
on the tasteful styles, but the 

mails on your phone 
are comme il faut the summer sheets 
of petering dust. A note from him 

is among them, unread. I watch
at the poet. It is so vain not to peruse—
that I opt instead to read his soul.

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Have You Seen Her? Our Zeina?

Zeina, Zeina, Kasawat...
Where, oh, where have you gone?
All I know is where you ain't...
And that's on Soup of late..

Are you out with Xena,
Princess warrior,
And her pal,?
The blonde one,
The skinny gal??

Zeina, Zeina,
Come back home....
Too long you're gone away,
Too long you roam....

Zeina, Zeina....
Study hard....
I fully expect you
To be the next great Bard.

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Untitled #229 / Friendship

“Friendship is a promise made in the heart
silent and unwritten
it is unbreakable by distance
and unchangeable by time”
Fools! Time changes all!
Even the etched-in words
on this granite slab,
or this very page
which shall outlast all friendships,
will be rendered illegible one day,
all words, all readers
weathered away by the dust of time!

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Lost Jewel Found

When you find a lost treasure,
You are mighty pleased,
And I found a lost Ruby,
One who'se rich talents were
Never squeezed....
So it's a Christmas gift from heaven,
To hear from this valued jewel...
I hope she stays in touch,
Cause her wisdom is a tool,
Helps me make it through tough days,
Gives thought to things I write,
Ruby, I did miss you,
Turn on your shining reddish light!

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The Missing Poetess

I looked all over,
In the closet,
In the shed,
Under my body pillow,
In my head....

Vanished like a puff of smoke,
Makes you wonder if
You just awoke....
And the Twilight Zone
Was where you dreamed
Maybe she skipped town,
Cause of an overdue loan?

She lives in Maine,
Maybe she got too close
To Steven King's ghost
And away she was spirited,
To be the host,
Of a new Poetry site...
The thought's a fright!

Let's send out the Mounties...
Maine's near Canada Dry, no?
Probably lots'a counties,
And she'd know,
Where to hide,
To keep us guessin'
Or maybe with our brains,
She's messin'

Nah, she's not cruel,
In fact, she's pretty damn cool!
So get back on the stove, Ms. Rube,
The Soup's boiling,
You're like a Rubik's Cube,
Impossible to figure,
Like a musician
With one too many a "doob'"

We'll wait faithfully,
Candle in the "Windows"
Hoping our jewel comes back,
As quickly as she goes.

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Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 1

I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”

The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”
After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”
I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”

Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”
She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”
She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”

At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”
Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”
I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”

Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”
Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”
But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”

I did surprise all, even William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”
I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”
‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”

Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”
Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”
By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”

That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”
A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”
Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”

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Gracing The Page

Gracing the page
Has not been my practice of late
For my time has been better spent
With bodies
In uncomfortable beds
With double mattresses
And dirty leather couches
With the sounds of war in front of us
But the noise of laughter between us
We’re back
And now, I’ve returned, too

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Poet on a Pony

Poet on a Pony,
Traveling up these perilous
winding paths,
To deliver her precious wares
To a sick friend...
Who so anxiously enjoys
her talent and wisdom
Hey, the Pony Express LIves!!!

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To all.

  Here is a rhyme to thank,
   you for your comments,
   one and all.
  As a chef I always thought
 the soup was what you eat.
 Now I know its also a place,
 where poets meet.
My answer you could not print,
if you told me last year,
I would be writing here.
For years I had nothing new,
till I met a long lost friend I knew.
I had written about her before,
but she never saw.
My poems I shut in a book tight,
till I  showed her on the net one night.
For my wife I have also wrote,
except poetry does not get her vote.
She does not understand, whats in
the mind of her man.
She is not my  number one fan.
The friend I  have means every thing 
to me I write so she can see,
because I know she appreciates me.

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Of Thy Words

the nectars
of thy 
words, for when 

the lackluster 
night comes, with dull eyes
I’ll be in a room, 

with beams
of your eager heart
is my light, 

them, ah sweet nectars,
that will move my world
to contentment!


for poet Ernilando Tugaff

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Chelynne's Book

Sand between my toes I've saved
along with flowers pressed
A tortoise shell of black and green
from when I lived out west
On my desk I even hold
a ruby found in ancient Rome
and opal shells made just for me
from snails I met in the Aegean Sea
But what I hold dear to my heart
comes clear the best in ink
So I seal them down indelible
and kiss them with a wink
I hold them here inside this book
along with thoughts of you
For, sister, you and I are one
instead of only two...

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I have a new friend,
Her name is Kady Burney.
She is nervous about her writings,
I think she needs a gurney. 
If you get a chance have a look see,
I am sure you will like it,
I am sure you will agree.
Please make her welcome,
Help her feel at home, 
She is such a good poet,
We don’t want her to roam.
Thank you very much,
Y’all are the greatest
Please keep in touch,
You’ll be glad she surfaced.

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Still Spinning

Each inspiration, a different star point
tenderly dipped in leaded glass 
and allowed to dry.
Star skins unmolded birth devotion,
breed insurrection,
and are extremely edible 
(though they never pass through you)
They go down sharp and imbed themselves
into your throat, your lungs, your very being.
Each point of inspiration a delicacy,
a mood swing in transit,
a feast.
Spread me this feast in a famine, 
starving of long burnt out star shine and glass
I am filled up at each point of abandon,
glowing white heat and still spinning...

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Inga's Voice

The scents I hold intangible
yet haunt me still, they do
and noises are uncageable
I remember but a few
But feelings, thoughts and elements
I've found with great delight
are caught between my sentences
and this without a fight!
So baubles, bubbles and the like
are light upon my page
and float they do upon my lips
on days I'm filled with rage
They calm my inner spirit
and sweeten up my tongue
and remind me of the laughing hearts
we had when we were young
So capture up your own my friend
the memories of your choice
The words flow easy out your pen
Immortalize your voice...

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The Poem I Wanted To Share

Yesterday I, after work, went straight home 
Because there was a poem beaming 
With hues of beautiful Saturday afternoon 
That kept running through my head
Great! I’ve a poem to share 
No bothering winter wind
No snow to melt before my crisp feet
What a perfect time to write
With a pen and block note in hand
I laid myself on a garden love-swing 
Then, suddenly, you came joining me
With a pink smile on your face
You were very lovely and I fell in love, again
My breath, in haste, intertwined 
In perfect harmony with yours
And, the poem flattered away, completely gone
I couldn’t remember if it was sonnet or free verse
But, it doesn’t really matter anymore
For you held me tight, kissing….and tingling
That I love it, making my day complete

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Soup Kitchen

I presented my idea of a PoetrySoup convention to the Soup people- they thought 
it was a good idea...We, Soup members, would bear the costs, but I think I have 
a plan (if held on Long Island, N.Y.) that would make those costs reasonable.  I 
just need a show of hands on who would be interested.  We spend a lot of time 
together...why not face to face once in awhile?  Maybe every other year or so...I 
suspect it'd be a blast...if on L.I.- I'll provide the band (free), and if so desired, will
do a stand-up comedy routine. (no tossing tomatoes, please!)  So email me at, and lets see if can open our first "Soup Kitchen"
     Imagine all that talent in one room!!!   I might even have it video-taped!!
                                Best regards, tom bell

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I woke up in the middle of the night, I 

thought I was just dreaming found out that

my girl left me alone now I'm on my own and

now I'm going crazy, because I'm all alone,

I didn't think you would be gone this long,

I'm sorry I done you wrong baby, please 

come back home, baby I'm so lonely, I have

nobody, baby I'm so lonely I have nobody to

make me smile like the way you do, baby I'm

sorry for what I put you through, I just

want you back in my life, without you I

don't know if I could live this long, baby

I'm so gone, I still can't believe you

would be gone this long, I just wanna tell

you I'm on my own and alone.

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chain reaction

  You wrapped poetry  'round me
crackling with electricity
in the pop snapping rarified air
we share
  Hard to breathe up there.....
let's do it again!

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Soup From Scratch

Some people see a bowl of soup,
I see the ingredients...
Some people see the words...
Nothing wrong with that...
They are talented, artistic...meaningful...
I see the heart capable of forming them
I see the mind behind the words...
I see immense value added to this
Version of reality...
By the words of those....
Far wiser, far kinder,....
Than I....
I see love, concern....
Things I cant find in my own family...
I find hope...the most precious of gifts,
Bestowed upon me by those with
no ulterior motive...
These simple things
Restore my faith in humanity...
How blessedly lucky I must be...
To have stumbled, somehow,
Upon these most gentle, wise, souls
Serendipity at the soup
Soul of the soup...
I sometimes wonder if these
Wonderful people in Georgia
Realize the incredible
service they are providing
for the rich of word,
the rich of heart,
For the beneficial expression,
Of all mankind...
All over the world...
I know they are not getting rich off us,
But we off them..
For uniting those who know
The art of words...
Seemingly....a vanishing art.
The gold mine of thought
To be mined here...
Far exceeds ....
The gold of the richest
Treasure chest....

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I Wanted A Poem, Like This One

O, Mes Cher Amis! Such, I wanted 
A poem, so sweet, like this one;
A poem, so beautiful, like a fir
That grows and suits all seasons.

A poem so well penned; its words,
Sinking into the Earth’s heart year by year
And the rhyming, like a birdsong
Flowing into me above other forms.

Ahh, I can feel the words chime, 
Digitally reaching for my passion 
And heading for the understanding
That will hold my weary spirit.

If I sense the world is streaming down
Or, when the yellow orb won’t shine on, 
Will you take me without doubt and then 
Uplift me, from great pain to this poem 

That covers me like fine clothing---
We share, as the wind its gentle breeze,
As the wild dandelion its yellow hues,
As the Mother Earth its carpet of green?

Oui, Mes Cher Amis! Such, I wanted 
A poem, like this one; a poem that will 
Always be sweet and beautiful, like you 
Whenever I’m in the pangs of loneliness.

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Sharing Is All We Need

Write it, every beats that come from within.
Oh, thinking, too much thinking 
Is just a whole lot thing---it tears your posture apart.

Heart is going wild, 
Like a wildfire, crackling its nerves; 
Whilst the mind wanders, lost in wilderness.

Lo! Poetry and its power---
A solution, a method, a therapy
Whatever you call it, it’ll…
Surely makes the summer heat cools a bit,
For a word or two is enough 
To satisfy the inner thirst.

Unveil yourself, from such solitariness;
And let us talk, anything---
It’s time to share and resolve the paradigm of our life. 

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The Ruby-ic's Cube

She comes in colors.
Rearranges herself at will.
Masterful pen.
And a mind never still.

As imaged in my mind,
The Rube with a doob
in her left hand
Merlot in her right,
Penning her heart out,
All through the night...

Artist painting with words,
Colors she invents herself,
Every now and then a little humor,
Like a mischievous elf...

And so many love her,
And so glad she is back...
Especially me,
This old poetic hack.

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Thoughts, Comments

From a sleepy mind, unable to sleep...
These words I do feel deep...
The Soup has become my
number one family
One I spend my time with great joy,
I hope I don't too often annoy...
But that's what ya get,
When ya read a dumb goy...

Seriously (or as close as I can get)- to Christy- I am so glad you love the Shivaree 
song- it was on the ending soundtrack to Kill Bill II.  I first heard of it on a great 
NYC college radio station, WFUV, from Fordham University...I was driving when I 
first heard it, and nearly crashed!  I was awestruck, and haunted...I ordered the 
CD from Amazon (you can get anything there!)...and have heard it many times.  I 
have not been able to "get into" most of the other songs, because if you put a 
Picasso next to the Mona Lisa, you can't really judge.  I have trouble lately getting 
a continuous clean video (on You Tube, same as you)- and hope there is a video 
available from Amazon, but haven't checked it out yet.  
To my precious Shar, you are so sweet, and easily the most popular poet on the 
soup (well deserved)- I often get so wrapped up in writing, I have to train myself 
to read more- And I've been trying...ever amazed by the talent I read, there is not 
enough time in the day...and the reading is so pleasureable, it ought to be taxed!
(oops, none of us want that, it was a pun..."Monty Python"...the parrot sketch),
what a joy to have this great library to enjoy for years to come...And Christy, why'd 
ya' send the racoon here?- He just left and I had to join "The Racoon Club" to get 
him to go...Ya'll great, and I still got an hour or three left in me...

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Sheryl Gilly

Sweep me through a summer's day
I'll pick up memories along the way
and when the winter hits the sea
I'll save some salt for you and me
The autumn's moon I'll sketch in red
The valient spring in blue
But most of all, summer or fall
I'll write of me and you...

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Honored By Friends

What can one say?
You made my day!
Oh, and by the way....
Did I miss the
train to Cinncinati?
Wouldn't be surprised,
Cause I'm "Batty"!!!

PS- I just finished the
"Ballerina Poem"
I had stopped early on,
to deal with this gnawing
physical pain.

You R The Best!!!
Luv, tom

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Crawling Out of Bed

Sun's up....
Me too....
Head first for the computer...
To see what might be new....
Not in world news,
Though I will soon get to that....
But first to check the Soup,
To see who has stirred the vat,
The cauldron of words we cook,
The wisdom that we serve....
The heights of love we expose,
Ths soaring joy of verve...
A reason for getting up,
Even when the body aches...
A reason to feel steady...
Even when our body shakes...
No medicine competes,
With the magic of the Soup,
Like the classic Jewish chicken broth,
A medical wonder if one exists,
How it heals us so thoroughly,
Is so far one that science surely does miss.

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Poetry Wine

Though I am stranger
By birth and by blood
I felt accepted

Pulling the cork out
I smelled the famed scent 
Of the old vintner

Held captive in own
Sweat, when I sipped it
Words flowed out of me

Like the vine dresser
Pure, soft and gentle
For everyone’s heart 

I remember well
The sweet echo of
The vintage Greek wine

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Fortune Favors the Brave

If my ink poured out success,
Would my words still hold their value?
If I wrote a book around emotions,
What more could I tell you?

If fame became my fortune,
Would we still be friends?
If my life changed dramatically,
Would I still pick up a pen?

If I left tomorrow,
Would you follow me?
If my words don't move you,
Would you give me eyes to see?

If I lost my passion,
Would you show me how to love again?
If I lost my will to write,
Would you help me pick up my pen?

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Mixed Thoughts, and Darn, I Oughts...

Yes, my beloved Christy (What a beautiful Name!)..what comes around, goes 
around; I've seen this saying proven true, oh, so many times...
Teresa, my dear, you speak words of wisdom and truth...Ever listen to the words 
of "As Tears Gobye"?  Children are our hope for the future, hence teachers are the
pathway to the future...
John Heck: thanks dude.
And to all the Soup-nutz out there: without your encouragement, my page would 
be bare...A true blessing to join this esteemed group of talented, bright people.
I mean, I doubt there's a single member of the "Huh? Wuz Up?" crowd to please.

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Shar Was There

Lots'a stuff happening,
some a bit scary....
Places I seem soon destined to go,
I grow a little wary
But every posted fear,
Every second thought I mused,
Shar was there....
She rebuilt my confidence,
So I'm on the road again,
Sure I had a scare,
But Shar was there...
Other times I'd get sad,,
Wanna give up,
Sit stock still in a chair,
Point it at the wall,
Devoid of every care...
Contemplating if I dare....
From such thoughts away she'd tear,
Cause Shar was there...
When I needed Safe Harbour,
To reconstitute my thought',
I'd read this one poem of hers,
There was the relief I sought..

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To you,  my friend, it is that I write,
and you know who you are.
I value the encouraging words that you share
more than you know by far.

You've taken of late the time to read
line upon line, page after page.
I feel as if  I'm getting to know you
as you'd know me I'd wage.

It seems  we have much in common
through the expressive gift of the pen.
And the placing of our words to verse-
why should that ever end ?

So through the picturesque things you write
I hope to see you more.
With each line that you put to pen
who knows what lies in store ?

Douglas L. Ace

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm going to be in this hospital for awhile.
I spiked a watermelon like Sergeant Carter did on Gomer Pyle.
I filled the watermelon with vodka and gave it to my obnoxious friend.
He gave it to his seven feet five brother and my life nearly came to an end.
His brother was president of a corporation and he sure was admired.
But when he went to work drunk, he got fired.
He beat the crap out of me and he wouldn't stop.
My blood was gushing, it had to be wiped up by a mop.
I lost so much blood that I nearly died.
Instead of taking it like a man, I wet my pants and cried.
You have no idea what that pain felt like.
That will be the last watermelon that I'll spike.

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The Letter Change

 The Letter Change 
The Letter Change 
 One word one entire word one letter of an entire word one letter of a word 
changes the entire meaning of a line and can change the entire meaning of a 
poem try the thing on for size oh gentle reader ewe and see if eye am write. 
When gives some idea of time when eye then changed the w to a t then it 
became then and changed the meaning of the sentence to be then to be a 
somewhat different idea the time change made it seem to be a different direction 
a different place as if it is now a change takes place and makes the poem so 
much better than just a past mistake would seem to enhance the poem just to 
make it bleed please tell no one oh precious ewe that it was accident and just 
mistaken typing and let them all think me the genius that eye am for loving ewe. 
When then the letter change. 

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Sweet seizures,
I get them these days,
Come awake,
In a foggy haze...

Just drop to the floor,
Sometimes unaware
Save for bruises
and an overturned chair

Can't drive no more,
Too dangerous,
For sure
Just go on my way
With pain every day

Only Soup and music
Distract my pain
And suddenly,
I'm me again

So thank you,
Dear Soupers,
Such treasured friends,
I hope I amuse you,
Cause it's love that mends

And I get plenty,
Right here,
On this marvelous site,
Although, at times,
It keeps me up all night..

Thank you Poetry Soup Management
You serve the world well
This you can say
Was a quote from Tom Bell.

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To All Soupmates

In an effort to get our beloved Ruby Metzger back- I suggest each of you send a 
card or note addressed to her, care of me, and I will send the whole batch to her- 
who knows, maybe another "Miracle On thirty-forth Street"?

Mail to ; Tom Bell 95 New Hackenck Rd., Wappinger Falls, N.Y. Cell Block 24
I will mail them all to her on the last day of Feb.  Remember, her birthday is 2/14.
Tell all your other Soup buddies, please!!  Thank you, tom.

PS- Zip is 12590-1730

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A Garden of Verses

  In this garden so untended
we are growing undefended
from the parasites and beasts
who approach us for a feast

  Pomegranates and persimmons
cherries,grapes and even lemons,
grow haphazard all entwined
we are strong and ill defined,

 Hold me up along your vines
I am weak and short of lines,
to express my fevered state,
feed my roots, insure my fate,

 write me out a sunny day
rhyme a rainbow,and then say
soft spring showers came and went
my head hangs low,my stalk is bent

A sad sunflower I should be
without you growing next to me
to let me lean upon a friend,
your magic keeps me on the mend.

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Sweet Dreamers

In wildest dreams, In snow and silence
We speak only whispers, like velvet violence
We curl up our brows, in fashionable distaste
and dive into mirrors with liquid grace
You'll warm by the fire, I'll wish I was there
to sip and discuss all the words in the air
To fill up on secrets, to laugh 'till we cry
A pair of sweet dreamers, that's you and I...

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Words Glitterati

One rhyme at a time,
One love to linger on;

A little piece of you
And me, the glitterati

Of sonnets, and 
Of free verse;

We let ourselves to flow,
Sometimes, we overflow;

Coating in the passion
To shed out the emotions;

Poetry brings us together,
Re-unites us, when we fall;

You are my poetry
And I’m your rhyme;

You are my free verse
And I am your sonnet;

For words are out there,
Sweet as we whisper.

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I'm sorry i'm not perfect,
too bad my life is sad. 
Try to hear me out, 
before you all get mad.
Don't laugh in my face, 
it was only an opinion.
I try to express myself,
but you always shut me down.
How can I be who I am,
if you won't accept me now?
Each day I live a lie,
just to see you smile.
You always push me around,
like i'm not worth this sh--.
I guess you don't understand,
I was born who I am.
You look at me crazy,
whenever I pass you by.
How am I so different from you?
I just want to know why...

My name is always in your mouths,
but you have no reason why.
Talk about someone else,
a person that lives to lie.
So now you want to be my friend,
but didn't you tell her something else?
I'm not your backup toy,
so don't treat me like some boy.
I am NOT a dog,
you get to throw around.
I am a human with feelings too.
So what if I cry at times,
you act as if you never do.

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Now, See It

It lies within your very soul
Just let it out, wake the dormant beast
Allow it to feed on the day, the night, everything
The words you then write will be for us, a verbal feast

It is not always recognized, nor seen
But, yes, it is there, I can see it within you
Come to terms with your power, the strength of mind
Your talent will shine bright toward everyone, with all you do

One day, I know, I will read your books
I will smile to know that I was there when you began
Before you knew who you were and all that you could do
Then you can come to terms with it, because of all your fans

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FAQs: Love And Hate

Hate and to hate, 
To be hated and be hateful.

I don’t want to know hate, 
For I don’t want to be hated.

I will not be hated, 
‘Cos I am not hateful.

Thou, hate knocked me out to my feet,
I have no will or courage of knowing it.

Question: What is hate?
Answer: Sorry, I don’t know, mate!

Question: What is love?
Answer: That’s you and me, without hate.

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Take That!

You say these things that get deep within
Assuming control of my mind and heart
Like feathers tickling the surface of my skin
With tingling sensations, my dreams then start

Reality fades to the background of thought
Dreams surface, coming into such a clear view
I’m ready and waiting to use all you have taught
What works on me, will now be worked on you

Be ready, oh dear one, for I am ready to burst
I hope you are ready, but regardless, you better be
It is you, who now, will hunger and thirst
While the pupil will be you, the teacher will be me

Aha, sit back, now how does that really feel?
I hope I can do to you what you always do to me
When you read my words, dreams will then seem real
The images within, will be all that you will see

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A whispered poem, like 
A gentle touch of love can put a spirit 
In sorrow to joy;
It can deliver the restless mind to tranquility;
It can mend and heal a broken heart;
Rhyme or un-rhyme surely flows,
Strengthening the weak,
To live life and hope for the best.

A passing wind ripples on palm trees,
Can make a worried lover, 
Sitting on a metal bench beneath it, 
To wait a little longer for 
Her confused fiancé;
It can bring her peace, a time to reflect her love;
It can make her soul calm, for awhile
Believing he’ll come ere the orb fades.

But you, my dear friend, like
A whispered poem can uplift my spirits,
Just by the touch of your hand;
You, like the passing wind,
Can caress my faith;
You can make relentless me, alive;
Yet, you chose not to be…
Instead, you’ve stolen my love.


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And the chorus echoes back
A thousand raised shouts 

To the pitter-pink staccato rhythm
The e-journal gets passed on

And Maestro's changed the score
Crying 'cause the celestial performers shone back for a curtain call

Stars erupting into applause shining taking extra time

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And There Was A Day...

Somehow, I don't know how,
I wound up at the Soup...
The minds I have exchanged thoughts with,
I could find nowhere else...
The Sharons, the Christys, the Hecks...
These are jewels of humanity
Whose eyes see so much deeper
Than the most educated fool,
And there are so many of you!!...
I doubt the reality of my life...
I've never been this lucky....
I've never found minds that match mine in rambling thought,
Now I have found them all over the world,
So many who I will learn so much from...
Best of all, these are people who take
an interest in my life,
And even worry about me...
When I disappear into the medical
Nightmare ahead...
The satisfaction of knowing,
these minds,
and that my words are out there...
Maybe they will make sense to some,
Maybe a smile, 
Maybe a revelation...
But, in any event....
My words are posted...
My thoughts, my dreams,
My to all for review...
And it feels good....
For I am assured these readers...
Will understand,
What most would not...
You are my valued friends...
You have made me walk all the taller,
You have made me think thoughts
I might have missed...
And you have provided me...
With the "Safe Harbour" of Sharon...
My favorite poem...
Although you are all gems,
All I can say is thanks, buddies...
Keep those words flowing...
You ARE helping people."

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May I do the Writing for you

When you’re lost and you cannot find your way
When you don’t have no words to say
Let be there to help you pull through
May I do everything for you?

If you feel like you want to shout
But you cannot speak because you’re tired
Let me be there to say those words
May I do the speaking for you?

|I will do anything for you
Even if my life will be forever blue
I just want you to see that
I won’t leave you no matter what.

So if you don’t have the strength to write
Call me and I’ll help you make it right
You don’t have to say a word or too.
Just let me do the writing for you.

I will do everything for you 
If you promise me you won’t feel blue
This time you will see that
I’ll always be here no matter what.

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Sharon's Shining Love

She reads my writes, moments after....
Their creation,
Responds at once,
As she does for all...
The towering beacon
Of the soup's genius,
She should be paid..
For the life she breaths
Into this site each day,
And we are blessed ...
To call her Soupmate....
On top of the elites,
such as Rhoda, Sue, Heidie,
Christy,John, Vince, Popa Joe,
Farah, Maya,Carol, Patricia,
Peggy, Laura,Jack,My lovely Ruby,
John LoveingIII (What a cool name!!),
Peggy,Karen,and so many others
my mind would melt trying to go further,
and surely I would run out of ink.
Just let me say, she is the brightest beacon
at Poetrysoup, I dare say we'd all agree,
Her poems are great,
And somehow she finds time,
To read all our works,
And generously comment,
That's a miracle to me.
So thank you Shar, from
all of us, we value your every word,
You are special to each one of us,
It's about time of this you've heard.

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Valentine's Day Birthday

My sweet Ruby's birthday,
Naturally on Valentine's day,
In her honor, the NY city of Beacon
Will close their schools!
Ain't that a kick?
Though, sadly, 
She seems to be "missing in action" lately,
Many wonder why,
She is so loved on this site,
Many of us cry....
So come back home,
To the five and dime,
We'll even through in some 
Jimmy Dean sausages!!!

Or, as Kenny Roger's first song went,
"Ruby, don't take your poems to town!"

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Remember Where You Came From

Your way was long and your road was rough
You made it somehow though your life was tough
Since you were not alone as a small beginner
These important people you should remember

Remember your family and your blessed birth
Don't forget all their love and all they're worth
Remember their support and their belief in you
Don't forget their sacrifice that helped you through

Remember willing friends' empathy
Don't forget their comfort and their sympathy
Remember their gifts and all their loans
Don't forget they welcomed you into their homes

Remember the Lord who should always be first
Don't forget that He fed you and quenched your thirst
Remember He sustained you and took you in
Don't forget that He gave you those family and friends

And remember who you are as in your beginning
Don't forget to stay humble and gracious in giving
Remember equity should be your inference
Don't forget your success is to make a difference

Surely it's true that your beginning was small
But you obtained your goal though some despised it all
For you were upheld by the strength of your loved ones
So always remember where you came from

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" Games"

Everything that you decide to do,
is all up to you.
I've fought for to long,
and now the rest is on you.
So, whta are you going to do?
gave you two chances to walk out the door,
but, you say without me,
something is missing in your heart.
i'm much stronger,
and the things you use to do,
is no longer.
It's time,
i make the new rules.
Either your going with it,
or you can split.
I did and said all I can, but you showed me your a grown man.
After today,
all this will change.
The games you played,
are not going to be the same.

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Fond Inspirations

Oh, dear, sweet poet, from your heart thou write
Your words that touch so soft and sweet
For through your verse, you so ignite
Sparks a void, held once replete

Alive, you make this reader be
Your words, they now inspire me

With fond adoration and respect there, too
I praise your words, their meaning, strong
They make my spirit fly so true
To where it do so much belong

So, grateful I am, my poet friend
Your words inspire to no end

In the morning sun or in the moonlight beams
The light from your words are brighter still 
As they create and tell, too, of said dreams
To let this reader have a fill

I thank you, friend, oh poet, great
T’is you now I will emulate

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We look forward to new names

And expect  the known names

To click on our names

And the names of our poems.

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Surrounded by electronic...
Wizards of words...
Words of wisdom...
Wisdom of experience...
Experience of all cultures,
Cultured, and nurtured in talent,
To read, understand,
And accept words of others...
So rich of mind....
No machine guns and bombs...
But words, ideas...
And love...simple,
Uncompensated love...
Where minds meet,
And stay as one...
The Soup is rich in ingredients,
It nourishes one's soul...
The bowl is full...
The heart is open.

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Precious Jewel

Precious jewel,
That'd be a Ruby,
Red like life-blood,
And a treasure to see,

There are diamonds, 
there's gold,
but from what I'm told
The Ruby rules the roost,
And she's a poet to boost!

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For As Long As I See You Shine

Gee, I could not write a thing, for my mind isn’t working
I am not bidding you bye, for I know you will silently cry
Hope, this is only temporary, ‘cos I’ll miss writing poetry
Again, this un-poetic indigestion, really ruins my passion
But I realize life’s life, and there will always be this strife
Whatever it is, I’ll be just fine, for as long I see you shine
Knowing you are here, for me, and you- that I long to see 


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Thou, this page is blank,
It’s just for a while.

As I peer thru it,
I realize what surrounds me. 

Day and night, applause follows me;
It’s the silent applause of encouragement.  

From cyber poets, invisibles, yet friendly;
Uplifting me to a new level of life.

Mostly, as I speak in peripheral solitude,
Words flowing out, instantaneously.

Like running water of river wild, 
To an endless trip of songs and lyrics. 
Then, as I sing it to a happy end--- 
I am done for the day. 

To be surrounded by invisibles, 
Yet friendly, is beyond words. I guess.

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Poetry Addiction

Why? Why? 
I can never make it end.
Must read as much as I can.

No! No!
What message does this send?
I am thankful for my writing friends.

Ever consuming
The urges of wanting more, no sleep.
This keeps me going, but is it bad?

So overpowering
The messages I read and then keep
Is enough to drive anyone mad!

Why? Why?
Should anyone really ever ask.
We’re all addicted to this writing bug.

Stop! Stop!
Never, I say to you all because
Each poem reads like a warm, embracing hug.

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Pen in fingers, I’m writing waves
that lap across the page,
moving words as if from mind to mind,
memory-rhythms that reach beyond
acquaintance, extending 
their uncharted sea – 
as at dusk I might lift empty 
hands, let go last-light, 
a little dust that’s laid away, 
not swept; or like the ashes 
that still hold a thought of fire, 
the stove grown cold.

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A Poets Journey

                                                A Poem is more then
                                              words and rhyme its
                                              how you put it through
                                              your mind...

                                                Taking what's deep in
                                              your heart and soul then
                                              you let it go..

                                               People say that its a 
                                             talent or a gift that's not
                                             it... You have to reach deep
                                             down inside the place where 
                                             you cry...

                                              There's no plan or
                                            trick you just have to
                                            do it..  Mistakes will be
                                            made poems tossed in
                                            the can but that's how
                                            this journey began...

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Jack Is Back

Jack is back,
And indeed,
Us Soupers,
Had a need

We were worried,
We were  concerned,
Now we can breath,
Once we'd learned,

He is still with us,
Long may that be,
So welome back Jack,
A sight for sore eyes to see!