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23 warning signs that you are severely addicted to poetrysoup dot com



1) Since you have such a crazy drive to post every thought which goes through your mind, you consider posting your grocery lists.

2) You come up with another lame senryu just to post something new(and create a cheap entry for yet another contest).

3) Even though you post everything which comes to mind, post 3+ poems per day, every day, you believe all of your posts to be exemplary pieces.

4) (in relation to #3) You believe all of the "This is a masterpiece!" comments left on your poems, to be completely sincere.

5) You have the tendency to ignore that you are nearing 60 years of age. You put up avatars of yourself, circa 1971, and flirt with nearly every Souper below the supposed age of 30.

6) Instead of having a romantic evening with your significant other, you end up surfing the Soup blogs and drooling over member avatars.

7) After being single for 15 years, a completely compatible person asks you on a date. You decline the offer, end up surfing the Soup blogs and drooling over member avatars.

8) The admin makes an announcement concerning site maintenance, how the site might be down for 24 hrs -- upon reading the announcement, your stomach drops-out, you are filled with a phantasmagoric sense of doom which escalates into a bout of nihilism so strong, you consider methadone treatment to prepare yourself for the upcoming site-shutdown.

9) You begin methadone treatment in preparation for the two hours you will be away from the Soup(and awake)attending your best friend's funeral.

10) Your sleep-time has drastically altered to less than 4 hours of sleep per night. This is for various reasons, one of these being that every week you feel the need to leave a minimum of 1000 comments on poems, so whenever you post something new, the 'return' comments on said post, help push it up the 'Top 100 Recent Poems' list. You consider this to be an accomplishment akin to winning the Nobel Prize in Literature. You are awesome.

11) Instead of watching your favourite soap opera on the booby, you follow the soaps happening between Soupers in the blogs.

12) Every time you get a splinter, you have a strong urge to put up a blog about it to gain support and sympathy during your ordeal.

13) You put up blogs telling members that you are going to be 'gone' for 2 days, and apologize for not "being there for everyone" while away from the site.

14) After not seeing daylight for months on end, you put up a blog about seeing the most amazing thing .... you finally went outside and saw this blazing orb in the .... in the .... in the whatchamacallit, sky?

15) You forget to say "Merry Christmas!" to your family at home, but 'say' it in the Christmas blog that you put up on the Soup.

16) You forget your significant other's Birthday, but remember the Birthday of your favourite 'platonic' Souper.

17) Whenever you see or hear the word "Soup", your palms become itchy and you can barely contain yourself from using a computer/phone to login to poetrysoup.com.

18) You believe that if a poem rhymes, it is automatically a decently written poem.

19) In desperation, your family members and friends create accounts on the Soup, believing this to be the only way left to interact with you. In return, you have your account deleted and open a new one under an assumed pen-name.

20) You make the rounds each new day leaving "Good Morning!" comments on your friend's poems.

21) You go on vacation to an exotic beach location. The weather is gorgeous. The water is wonderfully warm. The sand is splendid. You don't swim in the wonderfully warm water. You don't take in the sights of the beach. You barely even notice the beach. Instead, you log onto the Soup via your laptop/phone.

22) Your children are hungry. You barely even know who your children are anymore. You don't care. *click* *clickety-click*

23) Your significant other finally offers to "do THAT thing"(yes, THAT one!)you've always fantasized him/her doing with you, but until now, he/she has always refused to fulfill for you. Now .... you don't care. *click* *clickety-click* 










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Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2013

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BERT'S WILL

"A cappuccino would be nice 
And thank you Anne dear friend. 
Since Bert has died I've felt quite lost, 
But time has helped things mend." 
 
"I guess what hurt the most dear Anne 
Was finding in Bert's will; 
To me he never left a thing; 
A truly bitter pill." 
 
"He never left you anything! 
I thought Bert more sincere, 
But is that diamond ring not new 
You're wearing sister dear?" 
 
"Well let me put it this way Anne. 
Bert's will did leave a bit; 
Five grand for a memorial stone 
And this dear Anne ... is it." 


Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005


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Five Stars

*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with comments so bright and sincere.

Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet gent from Arkansas
From KOs to boogers to nature,
he writes without limit or flaw.

Now, I must turn to Isaiah,
the master of meter and rhyme.
His poems are most reminiscent
of forgotten ages in time.

I cannot forget our Queen Anne,
who graces us all with her songs.
Her lyrics tug at our heartstrings, 
yet she's upbeat, lovely, and strong.

Last but not least is Eileen,
the most spirited poetess.
She translates feeling to verse
and writes with such skill and finesse.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013


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Chapter and Verse a live poetry recital

Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are

I truly hope you have enjoyed dinner
The poetry portion of your evening is about to begin
First I wish to thank Betsy for inviting me
She mooooed me over from day one
I must also offer my sincere apologies
If I have eaten any of your relatives
A simple but tasty misunderstanding at beast, ops best

This evening’s poetry reading will have background music
Lyrcial Jazz music is like the spice to my gourmet poetry
Richard here is on Sax, and Dave will play the guitar
So feel free to sit or stand, rain or shine
Graze upon this artistic feast of cultural poetry

I shall recite four movements here, thus to allow you
Breaks for your own movements so to speak
I wish you an udderly fantastic evening


This piece is called “Chapter and Verse”

Part 1)

Borrowed words


Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die 
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooo


You gals are sooooo  Mooovarlous

Now for Part 2)


Overdue books

Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here 
The past sings me a song
Withered books 
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

Oh My God really stop it
You Gals are udderly amazing
Thank you so much

I really appreciate your Cowcil


On to Part 3 Ladies

Sad Chapters

I danced 
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters

Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

You gals really are overdoing it
However I do have a part 4, you are such a great audience
For fans like you, I am willing to milk this poem to the end


The last Verse

Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse

Standing Mooooooooovations
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos


Well I must thank you dearly
I confess I was somewhat Cowardly to perform
However you gals where just great
I will be signing autographs back at the barn!!!!!!


Note: This poem was sponsored by Dr Doo Little

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015


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Eden

-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014


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Today Is A Gift

 

Hold on to those moments Of Spoken words of Meaningful Sincere Love Tomorrow might never Become the present © By Eve Roper 6/22/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015


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WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK

WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK I am from east you are from... west? North? South? to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D Remember the first moment I said hi and hello you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto... You... I never seen. I never heard but you hug my heart with your words. You are as yellow as the rising sun but sometimes sad you make my tears run with the heart-to-heart stories we share. Maybe because we are thousand miles apart defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start. There is a clue when you are feeling blue this when you drew views lacking hues. Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh nor behold my grin that is whole or half but so sweet you are always there- a care bear! Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat like a meteor, we did try this voice-call... Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced! Your presence a present whenever no one is there for when I push the button "send", time you spare to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say. More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r" Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk, I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock, months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite... To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow 'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow _______________________________________________________ MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest Sponsor Mystic Rose ~~~3rd place~~~ POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015 OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 11:42 pm, July 02, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015


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Jan Allison


Jan Allison


There is a great gal on our ‘Soup’
Renowned in our poetry group
She’s ready to show
How our poems glow
With comments that give us the scoop.

Sincere as she gives us her view
Of writes we submit, old or new
No sooner we post
She’s there like our host
With greetings to look forward to.

Her poetry’s lovely to read
No matter what subject indeed
Some words leave us sad
Some words make us glad
And some provide lessons to heed.

So friendly to all on our site
We love her with all of our might
Although she has woes
Her care she bestows
On others to help with their plight.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: Write a Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 02/11/2015




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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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LOVE, ABOVE ALL - MY SPIRIT

Dejected on my bed this morn, I lay while contemplating,
what seems to be a day to face, I’m really quite unwilling
The peaceful place that used to be for me was so inspiring,
has come to be now tainted with such hatred and despising.

I used to get up from my bed an hour early to see,
to share what’s new, to grow, to live, to love more perfectly.
Each new day that unfolds with friends who greet excitedly,
felt like I’ve touched the heaven’s gates where I wanted to be.

The special word that’s meant to love has come to be vitriolic,
what used to be a happy place has now been melancholic.
Why can’t we just forget our pride, a soul that’s embryonic?
An open heart and mind will help lower blood’s diastolic.

What good is it if we can talk to ad infinitum?
When all the others think an adder fills our heart and cranium.
Will wounded hearts be even healed with simply an erratum?
When people can no longer see which is our mouth or rectum!

Our love for self and things should not be so that it replaces
respect for him, regard for her, a love that recognizes
each one's unique, no one’s above, this love’s the one that reaches
out with sincere humility, forgiveness, it amazes.


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02 May 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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Love is for the brave

Love is not a concept for afraid sheep who run in fear when danger creeps it is a concept for lions who remain brave forever fighting for the beloved they crave Oh enchanting sweetheart of mine my loyalty for you will never decline my words are not for the hypocrite spoken sincere, honest and legitimate When days are dark - reach out to me my devotion towards you is for eternity when you smile - let us dance and rejoice together we sing with a melodious voice Surrender the doubts you secretly hold paranoid suspicions only make you cold aware of the dream I want to accomplish to exist in your adoration - my final wish The Silent One 2 January 2016

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016


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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)


Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands.
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands.

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit.
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot.

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward.
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard.

In the dark shadow of this evil world.
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014


Sonnet:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014


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Things I Have Learned

Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea

If someone says, “sure take as many as you want” 
They probably don’t mean it

Darling you are sooo sweet I could never get angry with you,,,okay this one is self 
explanatory

One size fits all-ohh puleeese

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,,I really thought I meant it

Going 65 through a curve marked for 45 is just stupid, but exciting

Feelings are fickle

When in doubt, a sincere look and slow shake of the head seems intelligent

 It will only take a minute,,,,yeah well Im countin by the long hand not the short one

If you climb that high are you sure you can get down, sure on the way
Up is different then sure at the top

Being really cold and getting into a hot shower and feeling
The warm water melt through you is better than sex,,,,okay its been a long time

The second time around is better

It will only hurt for a minute, then let me pinch you until it stops

Make up covers a world of hurt, but then it goes in the cracks and your
Face looks like a drought hit it

Friends that will laugh with you, cry with you, and never give up on you are
~priceless~

Wisdom comes from practice not from age

A good mood is a choice, okay most of the time

A snack to a teenager can be the roast you cooked for dinner

When you fuss at your kid then sit down and find no 
Toilet paper,,,,there’s a problem

Copyright © Laurie Ginn | Year Posted 2009


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The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.

Copyright © Ria April Avalon | Year Posted 2009


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Wait for me to come home - Quatern

Wait for me to come home to you
it's hard, but we can see this through
Distance is tough, but we are strong
my heart beats lyrics to our song

Trust me, you don't need something new
wait for me to come home to you
Soon we'll be in each others arms
enlightened by those subtle charms

These words are honest and sincere
please keep the faith and have no fear
Wait for me to come home to you
being without you makes me blue

All relationships have these tests
not what the fairytale suggests
One day all our dreams will come true
wait for me to come home to you

27 January 2016
SHOW ME QUATERN POETRY! (I Like Mine Rhymed) - Poetry Contest by Andrea Dietrich

8 Syllables per line
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Quatern

A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line.





Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016


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A man of your own part one

The day is filled with echoes of olden time 
In shadows of pain- I watch the skylark climb 
Into the sun so far above the grain 
In fatherly love, my son I think of you again 

Oh father, life is too short to contemplate 
a mysterious journey to learn one's fate 
New adventures waiting to be discovered 
not existing to be smothered or mothered 

Son, in your life when pain starts to break, 
In clouds of dark- This wise advice please take 
Remember this, in the short of it all 
Help comes from each sincere heavenly call 

I'm leaving now - there are roads one must travel 
explore the world - hidden mysteries to unravel 
Like my brothers - every bird leaves the nest 
life is a journey - one must master to be the best 

Your dear brothers have done our family proud, 
Finding silver linings in every dark cloud 
Son, now time comes- For you to do the same 
Add goodness, pride and honor to our family name 

Thank you father - I will return to my family tree 
remember me in your prayers, while I roam free 
Look after mama and always remain content 
I will never forget the times, together we spent

Collaboration between Robert Lindley and Silent One
This poem is about a father speaking to his son, before he is ready to embark on his journey into the world on his own.  This is the first part of three poems.

17 December 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015


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Lonely Violet Eyes

I'm running late, they will be waiting...
A busy day...so much to do..
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll stick my head in, a quick hello
no need to linger, ...and then I'll go

I grab my keys, and make excuses...
She seems confused....unduly quiet 
Oh dear, it's useless...

"You must try a piece of pound cake. Made fresh this morning"...
"I'll put some tea on, no need to hurry"

(The clock is glaring.....I need to scurry....)
(My life is busy....this day's been crazy)

"I must not stay long.....  a late appointment"....  "I have to go"...

         (Oh dear, it's clear, she tries to hide, sheer disappointment!)

.....

She taps her cane, across the floor,  her smile is kind...
She walks behind me, to the door

I have started to say good-bye,  my hand on the knob
"Want to see my violets?" she asks quickly
How could I refuse?? 

We walk to the screened porch near the back of the house.
Sitting proudly in the sunlight of the northern exposure
Eleven small pots of glorious blooming African violets, 
Several shades of pink, purple and blue
The most beautiful violets I have ever seen...

I express my sincere admiration
Her anxious look melts, and turns to delight...
And happiness and pleasure has taken years away from her eyes...

I ask her what is her secret to growing such beauties....?
"Yes...please tell me"......"Oh.....leftover coffee grounds? How interesting".....
           "Please tell me more...."

        We sit together the rest of that afternoon on the porch...
                      Have tea, .........and the most delicious lemon yellow pound cake.....
                         And as we talk .....
                          .... I can't help but notice....her eyes are beautiful
                                               wise, and beautiful....and the color of violets...

___________________________________________________________________

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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A Tribute To Peter Duggan

A Tribute To Peter Duggan 


What can I say as tribute to this great man
the kindness in his poems just beams out
His great love of Nature, family and life can
cause my heart to rise up and sing out!

First, I saw a man writing with a sweet soul
with clear flowing waters in his stream
Writing about good and even about life's toll
never lets up on heart and mind's dream!

Rivers he knew just like his own huge heart
a man of passion that danced with glee
Yes, he wrote with gold right from the start
honorable man, great poet he surely be!

Love of all life, family and his darling wife
Peter ran a path I dreamed of as well
Never one to mince words about past strife
he inked the page, often giving it hell!

Poetry seemed melted into his Aussie blood
sweet verses he grew as Nature's flowers
Energetic and valiant, no stick in the mud
his poems were all like Spring showers!

Nothing more to say except tribute is sincere
would love to meet he and family some day
Where our gathering would bring all good cheer
Thank God if that blessing came my way!

08-04-2015 

Silent One
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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Betrayed Expectations

Betrayed Expectations 
    (Sonnet) 

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart	
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start 
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.  

Yet there I found only an empty throne	
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.	
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.	
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.
 
Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find  
Nor divine favors for eternal youth. 
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, 
justice for all and no distorted truth.	

At the foot of Olympus I sought love	 
but no compassion came down from above.

--------------------------------------------------
Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the 
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks, my very talented poetic friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015


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HARD HAT HEROES

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, 
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.   
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, 
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. 
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; 
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,     
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?  
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest 
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.    
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass 
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; 
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,  
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 

Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005


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You Came Into My Life

You came into my life unexpectedly,
and everything took a turn for the better.
Your warm eyes, your laugh,
the sincere way you speak,
and the kindness you showed me,
all became a part of my life.

As you unfolded yourself to me,
I discovered more and more beauty.
I have never seen so much
gentleness in one person.
Without even knowing it,
you were slowly making a place
for yourself in my heart.

It used to seem so hard at times
to feel so close in a relationship.
But it’s so easy to feel close to you.
I can’t tell you how nice that feels.
I realize now that I had never known
what it meant to be loved
until I was loved by you.

Copyright © Roy Keith | Year Posted 2012


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USE ALL OF ME

USE ALL OF ME Father God, Kindly use all of me today... Again, I say to You God--- use all of me today. I am no preacher God but allow every word that comes from my mouth be a blessing to those who hear it. Let it be a torch to light someone's hope. Let it be a rainbow that kindles dreams. or let it be a needle that pricks and awakens someone's thoughts. I am no good singer God but I thank You ' for permitting this voice be heard among persons whom I lead to pray, to worship and sing you some praise. The lyrics I have sang spoke to my very heart reminding me that it's not actually how good or bad I am as a singer but it's how clean and sincere my heart is. Upon my nostrils You blow me the breath of life enabling me to live in whatever form I am now. You place me time to time on tests or sometimes edge to edge situations where there are times... I fall on bended knees, I cry and laugh to my ease. Unto my small hands with it's slender fingers I thank you for giving me the opportunity to take part in relieving someone's pain; to be a channel of your healing touch; to be a path in extending Your gracious blessings. I will never forget the smiles that shine from every patient that passed under my care. Father, their grin changed and humbled me. I treasure my student's plea of I staying still then. And their until now recognition of me when they see me on my most casual simplest attire. I am proud that my students before are now like me -- nightingales of tender loving care. I don't know how long will you let me live but I ask You Father God to use all of me in every way. I would love to know how will I serve you more. Reveal unto me Your will in my life. Days are passing by and so since I renewed my relationship with You deeper and deeper I am falling in love with You. Hence, I want You more and more in my life. I am so happy each time I have a date with You; Each time I hear Your endearing words Each time I read Your love letters each time I meet a person who is like You: loving, caring, understanding and more... My shyness melts each time I am with You. The accelerating freedom is undeniable when I am with You. Endorphin and energy plunge into heights that I can't control myself to dance and sing for You. My thoughts and my heart is overflowing with gladness each time I have this privilege to write something for You as this gift I acknowledge is fully from You. I just love You with all my heart and so I trust everything to You. Use all of me in every way to bring You back all the glory, all the honor and all the praise that above all belongs only to You, God. ©O. E. Guillermo 7:34 pm; December 02, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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Why must I Die inside?

Why must I die inside?
I am crushed inside from past experiences that I have not let go of.
I have tried to erase all the things that are holding me back.
I have tried not to remember how many times I was raped and torn apart inside.
I cannot remember when I have really and truly laughed and felt it inside.
I am pressed down with so many issues and hurt from family and friends.
I have tried to live my life with humility and honestly and Love.
I reach out to people with sincere compassion.
I want to live
Why must I die inside?

Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006


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He Gives You Roses


     When your lover gives you roses
     Look him well into the eyes;
     Are his words sincere and honest
     Or are they just fragrant lies?


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            Inspired by Jan's poem:
        "He's Never Given Me Roses"

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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A Memorable Person

On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny

He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his hair unkempt
And string, as a belt on his ‘trews’

He boarded the train, peoples heads dropped
For fear that his gaze they’d meet
He walked down the aisle, disappointed,
As no-one would give up a seat

I offered the seat beside me
He thanked me for making the space
I replied with a sincere ‘you’re welcome’
And a smile warmed his weathered face

He asked me about my journey
And I asked of his in return
I felt in my heart, that by talking to him
There was much about life I could learn

I bought us both refreshments
As he told of his life’s history,
Once in a while I would interject
With a small anecdote about me

Behind the shabby persona,
Was a man of intelligent mind
He’d lived on the edge in finance,
Made his fortune, left it behind

As his bank account grew he’d lost everything
His family, his friends, his wife
He’d found out, too late, and at great cost
That there was so much more to life

‘You have to stop and smell the roses,
Make some time for those you hold dear’
And as he spoke, down his rugged cheek
I saw the track of a small, salty tear
As we reached the end of our journey
He clasped my hand at our time to part,
He thanked me for my company
And told me I had a good heart

When I got to my lonely hotel room,
I called my daughters on the phone
And told them ‘we’ll be together soon
I’m taking some time off when I get home.’

Sometimes it takes a chance meeting
To give your whole life a shake
I felt I had met my ‘Hermes’
And now had decisions to make

When I got home, I made a decision
The missed years with my girls I’d amend,
My life took a different direction
All down to my indigent friend

You can’t judge a man on appearance
But if you look in their eyes you can,
I knew in the instant I gave up the seat
I had met a remarkable man.

Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2009


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Daniel

You loved her with all your being, but then she left you wounded
Now you look at life without seeing, you feel your world has ended.

Young at twenty five and twenty three, but hope for you just ceased
To find someone though you were free, you've set your souls at peace
She’d settle for unworthy men, just not to be alone again
You gave up on love even then, seafarer who won’t sail in vain.

Young hearts alone and  lonely, but reaching to humanity
Paths have crossed though wanting only, to find your own identity
With curiosity and suspense, each with bated breath and still
Could listen to your pulse’ cadence, life’s void the other one could fill.

She was to you the blonde patience, you were the man she's longed for
Your pens spoke with great eloquence, biding  the time to come ashore
Beside the fireplace waiting, her radiant face and open arms
With love that set hearts blazing, found home in her dreams and charms.

How sweet the taste of one’s first love, that not all preconceived notions
Could have prepared you to think of, all the heated waves and oceans
That you would sail with bravery, secure in her warm embrace
In her there was no drudgery, bliss in her kiss, soft bed and lace.

But did you find true love indeed? It must have been the one question
That plagued as thoughts ebbed and receded, lost love, desire and passion
For you have shared your lives four years, just building all your dreams
Holding to each other in tears, rejoiced in her triumphs and schemes.

And yet she threw it all away, turned her back on love that's sincere
From your arms she went astray, went after what fed on her fear.
Gave up the years of love so pure, after meeting another man
Whose steadfastness she can’t be sure, as he abandoned his own clan.

Still you loved and was always there, when she needed you ‘til the end
During the storm you were her shelter, the lover whose love won’t bend.
The past year you were just coasting, along the shores, not knowing when
The wounds would heal and stop bleeding, wishing it’d stop right there and then.

Daniel my brother you should start, forget her and what could have been
Don’t let yourself fall apart, be strong, life’s more than what you have seen.
Though you loved her with all your being, but then she left you wounded
Now for your sake you should be thinking, it’s been a year, you should have mended.


(From the true story of Daniel, soul brother and friend, and the song by Elton John)
01 February, 2015
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Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015