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Pretty Poet

Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone? 

A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect world wide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day! 
  
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today, 
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it was cocaine, 
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you

Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one 

By: ME
5-25-14

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Finding God

          God is All of Us


The “Grand Inquisitor” was I
inside the grand Cathedral
hatred’s chains and silenced screams
chasing God from every cell.

I cursed the bells, the rancid robes,
a child’s now shattered golden globe
alone, in fear of that called love,
frightened eyes of wingless dove.

An angel came, haloed beret,
told me the church was stone
that God’s extended hand
is formed of willing skin and bone.

So I left my hell that day
and slowly learned to trust
the hand of God that led the way
for God is all of us.



8/6/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle
contest – Finding God

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I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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Mentor, O’ My Mentor

On this day I complete on the earth       
*Seventy five years, one regret                
My children and grand children                
Surrounding me with love                          
Reminds me go back                                    
My childhood                                                
Days I missed                                                     
With my                                                         
Dad.                                                                

Dad                                                                   
Caring                                                               
My mentor                                                      
Sacrificing                                                        
Everything for me                                          
Worked in rustic village                                
Living alone, cooking bread                         
On rustic stove, living sage life                    
Putting me in high-school in a town.          

He didn’t live to see what I have scored  
Himself primary school teacher                 
No chance, surrounding him ever.             
Me lust busy upstairs                                    
Dad dying downstairs                                   
In the morning                                               
Lay in bed                                                         
uncared                                                           
Dead.

=====================================================     DR.Ram Mehta

Contest: Heart's warmth sponsored by Sami Al-khalili                        



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Its Personal

Reasons i should have killed you before birth
You speak to my heart in sharp tones
Cutting all inner senses and ability’s backbones 
You kept chasing my dreams in thoughts and roles

Mr Poem

I regret you ever lived in my timezone
You speak to my heart in sharp stones 

My skull 
Your home 
Separated from body languages
The floor plan built in nine months to live happily ever after
Is torn apart before the vast fruity paintings you planted to impart
You built the wrong domicile in my style
My tongue is far from being nursed

So tempted to curse supernatural affairs
I need you to fill my purse
You are my King 
Speak my wings so i can fly my dreams

A King shares his blankets with flies
Sipping tears on dry oesophagus seasons
With words he farts stinking expressions   
He swims out of overflowing jealous pools

The people’s mate with no checkmates
He leaves hope before his death dates
Building lanes for babies covered in flies in high rates
Bigger than lies on worship graves

A King knows poverty speaks one language
Self-medicated brains eating traumatic reasons
Single homeless heads share roofing reasons

Mr Poem 
Be my leg when i walk my rhymes
Be my mentor when i bite styles blaming poverty’s global roof skies

Yours Creativity

(c) Raymond Ngomane

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My Guardian Poet

A guardian poet you have been to me
Much like an angel, there protecting me
When I was silent, lost in dark of night
You read my words and brought me back to light

You told me that my words were ever true
That in my writes were thoughts profound and new
You would not let me simply drift away
A word of hope you’d send to greet each day

Your name is there below each thing I write
To tear dimmed eyes you brought a vision bright
“The Queen of Passion,” how I love the name
You gave to me and life is not the same

To you, my Guardian Poet, thanks I bring
You fool me not; I see your angel wing

Eileen Manassian Ghali 

Richard Lamoureux and I joined Poetry Soup at about the same time a year and eight months ago. Richard has been like a mentor to me. I’ve recently been very unwell emotionally and unable to write. I have appreciated the fact that he did not give up on me and kept daily visiting my previous writes and leaving words of encouragement. My words are my soul, so, in a way, he was affirming my worth as a person, which is what I was in need of. Richard has written a poem for me entitled, "Queen of the Romantic Pen."
 
Richard, your friendship is precious and dear. You are a man of faith and integrity. May God bless your home, your loved ones, and your heart with all that brings you joy. Thank you for standing by me through my dark times.

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Mantra in Mantle

They don’t walk to them
To beseech their shows of hands
They as a rule stay
On a raised dais and talk down
At their feet on crusade grounds

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He Loved You

He loved you, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than
just a Dad that day
We lost half of how
we came to be
We lost we four
girls first love
We lost our Best
Friend

We lost more than
just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her
Soul Mate, Her other
half 
Our children lost
their Papaw
We lost our family’s
foundation 
We lost the glue
that held us
together

We lost more than
just a Dad that day
We lost the
Strongest man we
ever knew
We lost the man we
looked up too
We lost we four
girls Teacher of
many things

We lost more than
just a Dad that day
We four girls lost
our Hero
We lost some of our
Light
We lost part of our
Heart
We lost part of our
Soul

We lost more than
just a Dad that day
We lost some of our
Courage
We lost some of our
Strength
We lost some of our
will to fight back
We lost some of our
will to carry on
We four girls lost
more than a Dad
We lost more than
just a Dad that day

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My Father's Footsteps

I can see you up ahead of me
I am following 
in your footsteps

no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up 

your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm 
and safe to step in

you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey

thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you 
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction

Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009

Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.

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