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FOREVER CHOCOLATE THE CELEBRITY by Rogers BLK PANTHER, VAL BROOKLYN
A HEAVENLY STARRING CELEBRITY CAST by Ashton, Darryl
Distance of a Celebrity by Makama, Funom
The Deep End of Celebrity by Jameson, Sam
Celebrity Spy Guy by Davey, Brian
Political Celebrity by Price, Franklin
Ode to Ustad, the Celebrity Tiger by Francis, Swamidhason
On The Planet Of Celebrity by leake, kevin
celebrity appeal by Duffy, Alex
For every that lady who loves a Celebrity by Khan, Saba

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The Squirrel

Listen to poem:
~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~

Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!

Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk 
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful, 
The  best  part  of   nature.....

Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA---  Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth 
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
........
Love The Squirrel from another World.  
Love LINDA


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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Guess Who

~It's a Beautiful Day~

Under every star, 
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl, 
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously waiting for him to come in
through the front door, whistling a song, 
trading a suit jacket, for a zippered sweater;
made with love. ---My day just got better---

   ***It's a beautiful day***
In a charming little town square 
A servant, serving a friendly atmosphere
Welcome to the land of make-believe, 
where all my friends are real.
Here comes the speedy delivery 
Mr. McFeely and his letters.
Prancing puppet skin in love with
Beautiful Lady Aberlin.
Henrietta, a mighty and feisty pussycat
My favorite strings are the king and queen
Before the show ends, Trolley's a friend
tooting around from make-believe to reality.
   ***It's was a beautiful day***
Oh the innocence of my childhood, 
       My neighborhood is gone

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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POETRY CAKE

() () A L N I N S YIIIPPPEEEEEE!!! JULY23232323<2<3 I BAKED THIS POETRY CAKE FOR YOU, I FLEW COLORFUL BALLOONS,TOO NOW THAT YOUR SPECIAL DAY IS HERE ICINGS ARE MY BEST WISHES, HUGS AND CHEERS. LET’S DANCE A CHACHA THEN WE’LL DO A BALLET EVERYBODY WILL SING TO BE HAPPIER AND GAY AND LET MY SIMPLE POEM CELEBRATES IN A SPECIAL WAY FOR THE CELEBRITY IS SO SPECIAL! HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
July 24,2014 10.30pm Note: This is re-posting my simple gift to our very dear Anne Lise on her birthday last Month. I hope you will enjoy.


Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

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Beatle Mania

Beatlemania (The Fab Four As Lovers) Once a choir boy, John turned to romance, Fell for Yoko almost at first glance. In full public view In bed with her too - Showed the world how to “give peace a chance.” Quiet George played much more than guitar. Lost his wife to another rock star. Layla left him because Of how hung up he was On the music he made with his sitar! Ringo acted in “Caveman” and met His wife Barb (once a Bond girl) on set. Though the film of this drummer Was dumber than dumber, Wise in love, he’s not left his Barb yet! A heart breaker, Paul left Wife "One" For Linda, and made her a vegan! On their farm smoking pot, They made money (a LOT)! He’s a genius whose life sure seems fun! written Oct. 13, 2013 for the BeatleMania Contest of Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Politician Chops A Tomato In His Kitchen, Another Politician Sips Tea In His Second Kitchen

Politician chops a tomato
in his kitchen
Now he's chopping a lettuce
in his kitchen
He's saying things at the same time
in his kitchen

He's endowed with multi-skilled sets
Yes he must live in the real world I've guessed
He can chop a tomato
And then a lettuce
And talk at the same time
I've never chopped a lettuce in my life
in my kitchen
I have chopped a tomato though
But it wasn't in my kitchen
It was in someone else's
kitchen
It was a pretty weird situation
That pretty weird kitchen situation is for another poem
And probably one you won't want to read
if  I'm being honest
So I won't be honest..honest.

Well that tells us all we need to know
I'm convinced
I always wondered whether he could chop a tomato
in his kitchen
It's not easy at the best of times
You know that
I know that
Let's not pretend
And he did it all in front of the cameras
in his kitchen
Chopping a lettuce truly earns my respect
And should earn yours too
A man who can chop a lettuce and talk about not wanting to be prime minister for a third term
When he's still in his first
To think that far ahead
in his kitchen
While chopping a tomato
and then a lettuce
in his kitchen
Talking at the same time
in his kitchen
About not wanting to be prime minister for a third term
When he's still serving his first
That truly earns my respect
Like watching a marine punch a gazelle..

And regardless of whoever's kitchen I happen to be in
Were I to be in your kitchen for example
I would feel that same swell of admiration
And I promise I would never chop a tomato
in your kitchen
And definitely not a lettuce
Just in case you're wondering
I don't eat lettuce
And even if I did
I would never chop it in your kitchen
Even if I were to be in a really bad mood..

And here's another politician
This one is in his second kitchen
Conversing with his wife while drinking tea
in his second kitchen
I know that could never be me
I don't have a first wife and I don't have a second kitchen
(and I don't really sip tea for I'm an uncouth gulper
probably my Indian upbringing)
Thus I could never be a democratic socialist leader
Although I'd like to be
Who could believe in me
When I don't have a second kitchen to sip tea in
with a wife which I don't have
Listening attentively to my democratic socialist thoughts
While sipping tea which I wouldn't sip anyway
Being more of an uncouth gulper probably because of my Indian upbringing
in my second kitchen
which I also don't have..

To be that man who can sip tea so nonchalantly
Not even in his first kitchen
But in his second kitchen
The one that he's not used to sipping tea in
That's beyond the call of duty
So beyond you
And me
So who really lives in the real world
Well I think that's plain to see


http://sukispangles.blogspot.co.uk


Copyright © Suki Spangles | Year Posted 2015

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Poet Destroyer Parades and Carnivals

            Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals

Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street 
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun  
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while 
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet 
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play 
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety 
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone 
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun

Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest

 


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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MANDELA: LEGACY OF SACRIFICE

 UNSUPPORTED CODE 


Copyright © AKINYINKA OMONIYI | Year Posted 2013

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Leonardo DiCaprio

Dedicated to my love: Leonardo DiCaprio

For how many years have I loved you
I think it has to be about eighteen
We were both so young in those days
But I still longed to be your queen
With each film I fell more in love
With each role you reminded 
"This is what true talent is made of"
Beautiful Leonardo
How keenly I feel
How much I love you
Probably too much, but still
You have shown true beauty
You have shown true grace
You're a perfect specimen
Of the human race
You are of the greatest actors 
Of this generation and more
For there will never be another
That I so much adore


Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013

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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                







Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Another One

Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind

Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness

Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose themes
I am one with death and her piano keys

I sit as the keys fall to the floor
Sadness absorbed by the empty walls
I am one
With no one

No tunes
No cartoons
Rain and depression strangle my heart
Nothing left at all to give

Wrinkled
Withered
Despair in the king’s castle
Counting gold

One
Bloated and floated
Black liver dancing in the sea
Shouting his oneness

Return
Come back
Touch ne
Humanity

Oneness


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Sweetheart of Pakistan

There are times
You see in the eyes of a child
An Angel
Our Alice in wonderland
Through the looking glass
Even General Zia yielded to her charm

In our dreams she is ageless like the winds caress

Look deep into her heavenly being
See the seraphs eyes that lays a kiss upon you
Both young and old
See the hand that holds the poor
Listen to the voice
That united nations

Listen to the heart of Nazia Hassam


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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If History Was Food

< Plato liked his full
Ceaser liked his salad
And Molotov had a burning desire for cocktails
And of cause Wellington was upper crust
But who do you think had to pay for all this
Monet of cause
But the face of Helen of Troy looked as if she had
MUNCHED A THOUSAND CHIPS >
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Copyright © Michael Ward | Year Posted 2014

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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     




Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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AM GLAD YOU DO

___I'm glad you do___

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

In the history, those days won’t soon be forgotten
‘till this time, your words still worth a fortune
They will go nowhere; they will be with me forever
Those nights we shared, they will grow in me as ever.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

As ever, you're the light I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel at the fore
You're a heroine, that heroine of the war.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You set me free and still stay by me
You let me feel… the fresh of where I be
You succor to the battle you do not begin
You let me live… though you do not commit a sin.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

You're my light, the one I use to see
You're my savior, the one that set me free
You're an angel, that angel I met at the shore
You're that queen, my queen for sure.

I'm glad you feel me
I'm glad you free me
I'm glad you do help me
‘o sing again.
I'm glad you move it
I'm glad you roll it
I'm glad you do pop it
‘nd make me whole.

I'm glad about what you do
You make my heart brand new.
I'm proud of you
I'm glad you do...


For:Cyndi MacMillan "HO HEY: WRITE ME A PUB SONG & RAISE THE ROOF!"
Follow this link to see songs that inspired the poem:

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=2185

Now entered into G.V's Contest.




Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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Celebrity

They are not rich.
They have no car. 
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison. 

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2015

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Nurse Anne

            Nurse Anne

Snow steeped in mountains and mountains steeped in snow
Evergreens and pine trees hold the earth with purpose
Nurse Anne steps into hospital from brutal winter cold
Measures stethoscopes and takes gentle pulses
Takes care of bullet wounds and children on her rounds
Wears white, green or blue uniforms or gowns while working
That’s pure speculation as you know
Nurse Anne is not a lawyer according to close sources
She writes poetry on line, refines them in her leisure time
Her prescription for good health and life is simple
Eat vegetables, fishes and less meat
Most importantly, Breath, (it helps a lot) 
Take moderation in everything
Get plenty of rest and sleep
And if you can’t be intelligent or stay on your toes
At least stay on your feet
Naturally a life spent vertically is not advised
Nurse Anne wants us all to exercise 
She will help you to get by and back to skiing
With her good guidance and by being wise
She does her noble work then travels home
Returns to evening
To writing poems at her own leisure


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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A Tribute to Robin Williams

A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.

The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.

The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.

He fought his battles on life's wild ride,
but lost his war with the demons inside.

How can one thrive on acclaim and wealth
without the love of one's own self?

I hope you found the peace you sought.
The life you lived won't be forgot.

July 5, 2015


Copyright © Janece Terry | Year Posted 2015

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Duchess In Waiting

Duchess, Kate Middleton Fiddled with The Royal Son Fate uncoiled a jovial consequence... A nation awaits with loyal suspense!!
_______________________ 7/9/13 for Heather's Contest


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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A Legend In Our Time

A legend in our time,
Nessie lives in Loch Ness. 
And while monster to some,
he is loved by the press.

Moonbeams gilded the waves,
like golden filagree.		
And it’s beauty was such,
that he just had to see.

His head broke the surface,
leery of stray yachters.
And small ripples stirred,
in the placid waters.

Snout out of the water,
he soon started to choke.
And exhaled puffs of mist,
like he was belching smoke.

But it was well worth it,
to see the moon and stars.			
And glimpse other planets,
like Jupiter and Mars.			

His eyes aren’t use to light,
his world is inky black.
And after surfacing,
he now dreads going back.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Casarah Nance

Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I'm just her boy toy side kick clown
Don't get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown

Photo glamorous
Photo fabulous
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she'll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She's strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways

Zombie mommy
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don't underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy 
I know so much but she's still a mystery


Copyright © Sebastian Aaron Baez | Year Posted 2015

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It's All About Me

            It’s All About Me 

Truer words were never spoken
When people say or do something bad to someone else….
Especially Catie!
They diminish themselves as human beings 
Making Catie shine, through the mire, above the fray

Hard work and harder play, make us who we are
Our spark of humanity comes from that
Not from the gutter or mouths of others
Sweet Catie is on all our loving lists at Poetry Soup
She is our sister, that is no mystery

We share our minds and souls with her together
In this mortal battle we call life, we write against the tyranny
It is our pleasure to call Catie one of us
With thoughts of kindness, we share her feelings
Lift her through this darkness and pray that better weather comes

If Catie  ever visits us, here at the Soup, we promise not to stick gum in her hair
We promise to play fair and only tease her on alternating funny Sundays, with loving care


Created on 11/09/14 for and in honor of Catie Lindsey It’s All About Me – Poetry Contest




Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise

            Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise

Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun   
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight 
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape 
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage 
 


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014