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A Penny For Your Thoughts

"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories" Author unknown _____________________ Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart, In my darkest hours friends have held me close; Although in time we may be miles and miles apart They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose. All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams, And with my dripping pen I create my poetry; With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes, Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be. Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet, In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees; I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat, Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze. And through the years I have learned life is deep, Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep. ______________________________ March 14, 2015 Sonnet For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick Theme - Deep thoughts Third Place


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Do You Remember

Do you remember the creek you and I meandered with. . . those many years ago? Its half-forgotten end has now run dry and vanished like the ferns that used to grow along the border of the glade we two had happily discovered, claimed as ours, and even then, I guess we somehow knew that time was fleet; we picked sweet wild flowers, made friendship garlands. Sunny daffodils were blooms you liked the best. I liked the blue. And then we raced each other up small hills, lay laughing in green grass, friends ever true! Too old for running now, I spread a blanket and weave yellow rings, remembering my friend.


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HAT MAN


Playfully, I steal the Argentinian 

away from reedy palm trees and waifish
 
sandbars, then gift him to the Laurentians.

Here, winter sasses each pine, a soft lisp

that sloughs quilted hills as we glide old trails.

He sees in Precambrian rocks trompe-l'oeils,  
 
then tips his hat at mordant cardinals.

We freeze as a stag appears, the viceroy

of these woods. He is lost gentry who stows

sage verse, outlining seasons without words. 
   
I coax my friend to build a woman of snow.

Wise, his craft, for he leaves her un-girded,

and from evergreen, he weaves a lush bonnet.

I laugh; there in his grin smiles, too,  a sonnet. 


*For my friend, Ruben


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Goodbye Linda Marie

Eloquent, ethereal,
an artist through and through.
Her words alit on gossamer wings
as through our hearts they flew.

Each poem was written from the heart
and soul of our Linda Marie.
A visual portrait painted with words
for us, her audience, to see.

We thank you for your friendship.
You will be missed Sweetheart.
We thank you for the words you left us
before your sad depart.

Your beautiful soul, full of grace,
is in a far, far better place.


27/01/2014


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My Angel in Disguise

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
She named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy to poetry
A chance to add an image to my rhyme
And write of life and what makes it sublime

She left this place for she could not abide
Discrimination’s sneer, it touched her pride
And though I miss her here I still can trace
Her loving heartbeat in another place

An angel in disguise she is to me
She let me bask in light of poetry

Eileen Manassian

F J (Flo) Thompson is a woman I admire with my whole heart. Some of you may know the story of how she named me Queen and wrote a poem about my kingdom here on the Soup. Knowing the sensitivity of my heart, she sent me a tiara and hair decorations in the mail all the way here to Lebanon to lift my spirits.  She gifted me my first Premium Membership and now….a year later, she gifted me the second one. I discovered that she anonymously gifted others Premium Memberships as well.  Friends like this are so rare to find. I’m overwhelmed as I write. I love being able to add photos to my poems and being able to blog. People don’t know what joy I find in writing. FJ knows. She’s my angel in disguise. I’m forever grateful. Though she is no longer here, she and I are still in touch. I will not lose the joy of her words or smile. 


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Southern Hospitality

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

In June, we traveled south to Memphis town,
a public poets' fete with Southern flair.
The mid-south heart unfolded nationwide,
an open cloak of warmth spread far afield
in concert with the sound and sense of rhyme.
A graciousness so coupled with its pride
to sharpen all who came in studied hope
and reasoned well effect, to prove result.
Yet seasoned poets put their pens aside;
the books they found, devoured with eyes and minds
already voiced the thoughts mankind repeats,
our ageless chants for hearts in love or pain.
        The weather's pull to southern ports advanced
        the lure of southern charm from heart to heart.










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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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For a Sad Souper

Sad boy, could anyone mend what's broken, And dry your salty tears, but with a hand? Is there anything we haven't spoken, Is there anything we don't understand? We have taken the rope, but not the pain, I hope you know that we wish that we could. We'll be here for you, through sunshine, and rain; And if we knew how to help you, we would. I know that you're angry with all involved, And especially those close to your heart. But surely, some day, all will be solved, And you will thank them for playing their part. So please read this poem, with thought and care, Remember that we will always be there. ~ For D (you know who you are)


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Sonnet 26

With pen I write to thee, Elizabeth
Whose comments I have noticed notably
No words can describe inspirations width
That thou has given unto my poetry

When writers block crippled my mental thought
Your adoration for my poems emerged
And distant from the Soup feeling distraught
Your views and kind reviews calmly converged

How could I tell, How should I know, My love
Are titles that your talents tell in rhyme
For you yourself, an author whom I love
Hath seasoned stanzas with the herb of thyme

Though distant as the lost and troubled winds
I hope to always be poetic friends


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Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


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Andrea Dietrich

Angelic words she places in lines with care.
Never heard a discouraging word, she did share.
Deeper emotions she does write so clear.
Reality is her concern, realism so sincere.
Excitement sometimes rules her lines.
A woman of deep and emotional designs,

Deeply passionate about so many things in life,
I never met her though read her poetic rife.
Each time she visits others words she reads.
Telling others so sweetly she plants seeds,
Respectfully she instills poetic writings in another.
I saw onetime she felt like a sonnet unwritten.
Carefully I wrote this for her, an earth mother.
Having friendship in mind never was smitten.


I have a sort of gift that allows me to sense certain feelings about people without even meeting them....and usually my first intuition if you want to call it that is perfectly correct.
....no matter what it is about or who it is about I have to write it or my soul is clouded and pain grows within...Blessings..Cecil


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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~


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Concerning Friends

Concerning friends, on this, we all agree.
The face of things of which delight and feed, 
the friend does most completely fill the need.
Yet, having friends, you are no longer free.
You share and share alike the things that be.
The give and take, starts as a tiny seed.
Soon trust becomes ‘your common friend in need’.
You start to think, “what has become of me”
Then you can see your choice was but to love. 
One does not lose themselves, in truth of thought.
You give your heart freely, now rise above,
to claim your place among your friends thereof
with whom bad thoughts of you are never sought,
and wrap esteem around you as a glove.


abba abba cdc cdc Italian

apr 5 2012 cgh


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Champion

I am woken by your cries in the night
I mount my steed and prepare to take flight
Tell me of the dragons that I may fight
To rid you of pain and restore your sight

Let down your hair from your prison towers
That I may place you amongst the flowers
And soothe your worries in April’s showers
Restoring your strength with all my powers

I will mend your heart and banish distress
And, with love and care, will make you hurt less
Relax and be touched by my mind’s caress
And let me serve you, my precious princess

I may not ride a horse, or dress in white
But I promise I’ll always be your knight ~


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Friendship


Of all the treasures that life can lay at our feet True friendships stand among the very best To support you when living hands you defeat Of your life's ups and downs they gladly partake Taking your hand when you are hard pressed Making their own sacrifices just for your sake Comrades without whom you are not complete Those that stick by you, the years will attest A listener when there is pain and deceit To have such friends you must be one too And hold them tenderly for you are so blessed A priority as they do the same for you Of all the treasure that life can lay at our feet Comrades without whom you are not complete


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PoetrySoup Poet

I have found many friends on our site
They have helped learn how to live right
Friends encouraged me to find my way
Friends held me in the prayers they pray

During my absence away from this site
My soul and I fought a constant fight
Because deep inside these words are true
I love the time I spend with all of you

I hope you all know without any doubt
I love taking my soul and laying it out
Because when it comes to life it’s my turn
I’ve so much to give so much to learn

I’ve kept my summer free so I can show it
How much I love being a PoetrySoup Poet




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FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


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My Angel

Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.




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Time Ticks On

Time is never on our side, they say it is when we are young
No matter what, time cannot be stopped, shot or hung…
It ticks away in tiny pieces, we never think it will catch us
Until the day it’s nearly gone, and then we start to fuss…

Ticking away, we are ok, it’s not ever going to get me…
Ticking away, each and every day, but we never really see
Time like age we cannot stop we can not wish it back
If we could what would we change- I have nearly lost track…

What would be, if only we, had met some time before
This is heard every day not only from some-but more…
Happiness is measured by time ‘remember’ we used to say
But why must we remember, why can’t happiness be every day…?

A new friend here, a new friend, there only to lose too fast
I wonder should one make new friends, or hang onto the past?
Tick- tock tick-tock tick-tock, I wonder if it will be.
That time will let us meet-my new found friend and me…

A friend is someone yet unmet a pleasure to look forward to
All I ask is that time lets me, meet my new friend that’s you…

©~GG~Oct 2012


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Long distance call


words spoken abroad
such a loving squad
landed in my soul safely
touched my heart deeply

affection from a friend
with her long-distant caring hand
inhaled easily
accepted copiously

feelings from faraway
offering a safe bay
embraced me totally
comforted insensitively 

back and forth lending a helping hand
distance in loving friendship canned 

© Elly Wouterse

PS. based on a -  to me -  truly epic experience! 


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Let it be

Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.

Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.

Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.

Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.


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Night Owl

Switching to the night shift at work
I thought would be easy
It is harder than I thought
My mind is turning crazy

Leave at eleven back at nine
What do I do with my time
Too early to start cleaning
I need a partner in crime

Who else is home all day long
Who will help fill my day
Who would want to goof off
Who can I get to come play

My day is awfully boring, a friend I need to find
I crave that special someone to help me spend my time


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Love's Empathy

The narrow bridge I crossed, was to your heart
Fighting like a sparrow small through a storm
To rescue you before desires depart
Drifting through your endless days as they form
A broken heart brings a cold winter's wind
Chilling a fragile soul down to its core
Release darkest demons, you must exscind
Or be chained in dungeon black, a captor
Weaken this iron darkness where light is kept
Locked away tightly and quietly fed
To visit briefly as memories wept
Opening the bridge where your heart has bled

         So I may find you, before love's light fades
         And allow your heart to trust, never afraid



For the contest Heart Felt Poem
Sponsored by Royal Trevino
written by Frederic Parker


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'A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude'

A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude
presents a boy with an experience
of erotic, nervous, elated mood,--
to him, it's a most welcomed "hinderance."
A male friend of chiseled, sexy, good looks
makes a big girl self-conscious and confused
when reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" love books
as she's turned on by him, fully aroused.
They each may think of the possibilities
and wonder: "What can it hurt...if I cross 
that line?" Is it worth the realities
and risks and the potential chance of loss?
     A sexy friend's hot bod may be real fine,
     but is it worth a cheap roll on cloud nine?


1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem III" Contest 



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When We Were Yesterday (Nestorian Sonnet)

Ah not so long ago, when we were us, time was all ours!
We let our spirits happily sway in the great fountain
Of faith, where we etched our own history counting the stars
Fluttered in the night sky. Oh, what a passion we had then!

And I kept you in the rosy earth of my heart so glee.

That when you returned, back from a lady boot shaped country,
And seeing you one day, alone, under the glimmers of
A retreating sun, I hurried my shadow along the
Street of for old time sake to hug you, to express my love.

When I had you there was no such hunger, nor thirst in me.

But now as I embraced you, I hardly felt the warmth of
Your blood. I wonder why; is it ‘cause now a cold season,
Or maybe jet lag still eats you? Sure you’ll take yourself off 
From my reasoning, and be more fixed on your salvation.


* Nestorian Sonnet is a variant form of old sonnet and in it are three quatrains that rhyme, 
with fourteen syllables in each line. Line five rhymes with line ten and it is not necessary to 
end it with a rhyming couplet.


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Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive