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Long poem by Willy Munyoki | Details |

The Birth of A New Year

Humble and keen my brain and body I kept, and watched the  clock tick, 
Meditating the last twelve and the next same, and on my chin felt my palm some prick; 
And it drew near the end of a year, and a be and begin of another, 
And I thought it would be fair of success flare, for such I felt to author: 
I waited along and shunned the scare of a queer, eagerly night of thirty and one, 
The question obscure and a thought impure- will I another that's full and happy, earn? 

So solemn I sat and chest did pat, and I felt it beat than it had been, stranger, 
And I bled some sweat and bowed my head, as if I was giving in to an invincible danger, 
Then I heard the alarm strike gong and hard, and so I began to thank the Eye, 
That saw little me from shore to shore oar, across tides, low and high.

For deeds Him I thanked and prayed for needs, and verve enough to do. 
And again I did for my kith and kin that I didn't see within, to have a happy of blessings
(For they were at home on hill, and I, had gone to roam and rove  down the trail and rail): 
I had received something from them, that I well perceived to wish me Good Year, and that
thing was just a mail. 

Now, I was just done when fireworks began, and methinks those things unfit for children; 
They burst and blasted, and I first thought they cursed the air, but no! don't think as
bad my dear brethren.
When I watched as right and got the light, it was like a piece of paper and a brush of
Though they bombed the ear that you could hardly hear, the eyes couldn't say no to a sky
of flowers.

Then round I gazed and was just amazed, by the beauty and bright of the city, 
And did enjoy I and did thank why, I came to rove and rotate in it; 
From side to side and far and wide came out the roar of youth and young, 
And I thought a bit and quietly I said, '' I ought to sing the joy, some earlier unsung.''

So in tow I took, and louder I seemed to grow than all who'd began before, 
And unique and okay I sung, and my way many seemed to adore; 
So the soloist I became and waist I twisted, and they followed with a grin and will, 
And us and all and I think by Jesus, our hearts Holy Ghost did fill.

So by so doing they called Solo, and I've taken them to lead, by and by, 
And I've often told them to love to praise the Providence, and not themselves and I, 
And if they will Himself shall fill their lives with a year, and anew and anew, 
And from Jan to May and again to Jan, they'll ever sing and say, 'Happy New Year for me
and for you! '

Copyright © Willy Munyoki

Long poem by Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Details |


Where are you Tink,When are you coming home?
K missed me more than I  knew,
But I was so caught up in work ,with my new life.
It was almost Christmas and I wanted to go home but the stress of work and 
adjusting to this new place was tough.

I called K sometimes to make sure she was okay but then I realized had not for awhile.
She was always on my mind,she lived a nightmare taken for granted by her spouse ,
Whom to him  she was a burden,
Yet in her fragile state,she had hope,she had love.
A cruel mother who wronged her,without seeing the true colours of the culprit. 
It shattered me to watch her suffer from this blood thirsty annihilation called  Leukaemia everyday. I wasn't there,I was helpless so far away.

She was strong,stronger than any person I knew ,
Her faith made her the most gentle soul,
She lived for her daughter with every ouch of strength left in her,
Sometimes I called  and she was drained to the core
Locked away and kept like a slave.

Holidays came as quick as the breeze but I was so busy I couldn't fly to and see her.
I knew she needed me and missed me ..
I called her on Christmas day and told her I loved her for a moment.

Old Years Morning I woke up a new dawn was near,
I heard the door bell rang, It was my boyfriend all energized,
So early babe to see me ,are you alright?
He took my hand and walked me the table 
Sat me down and said to me "I have something to tell you"
Confusion filled my head ,Was he going to propose ?
I knew he wanted to for awhile ,but like this I thought it wasn't romantic.

Out came the words that pierced through my body like a knife,K's dead babe she 
died this morning,
I said "Is this some kind of joke because it's not funny ?Then he held me then left me to be alone"
I ran upstairs and sat in the study searched for her picture and cried my life out,
I didn't get to see her or tell her I loved her"
She must hate me because she wanted to see me .

At her funeral on my Birthday as I watched her lifeless body,
So pale and sad,
I would not be able to laugh with her , go fishing,walk on the beach like the old days,
She wasn't here any more I had to face that fact,
What ripped me apart everyday was not telling her on her last days 
,How much she meant to me although I am sure she knew, But still
When I wake up sometimes and call her phone I forget she's no longer here and I 
cry myself to sleep.
I try to be strong everyday to live for her and not forget,
Never take anyone for granted or you will live in regret.

Copyright © Shivanee Tinkerbelle

Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

trials and triumphs

it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010
and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin
as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year
to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there
there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations
maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations

in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals 
but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control?
over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife
our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life
we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo
but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through
we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid
we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade
we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain
but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane

in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations
and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation
they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith
and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face
as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God
there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart
there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you
who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you
but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack
just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track

as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control
God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role
is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory
so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story
for you can't have a testimony without having being tested
and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested

you came through some fires and you survived some floods
and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood
you triumphed over death and today you're still alive
you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived
you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ
you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life

Copyright © louise nelson

Long poem by christine a kysely | Details |

New Year's Day Contemplation

Today is the Very First Day
The Very First Day of the Very First Year
The Very First Year of a New
And Very long awaited Decade.

I turn my head toward the Future to say
As if to say to all of the Ended of Days
'The Past Year is now all gone away
The New Year is what now is here to stay.'

And then I take off and begin to fly
Toward what is beyond Yesterday's Clouded Skies
And to look into the Virgin and Childish Eyes
Of a Future that has not as of yet
Been seen or spoken to.

I close my eyes to the Passed and Ended of Days
Of the Year has gone before these Hours
It is ended.
It is done.
It can be changed no more.

No more Days to be started anew
No more Sunrises, no more Skies of Blue
Or Cloudy Greys
Or Nights to be Forgotten
From that Year.

I shall have no worrisome Regrets
For what has been done
That I cannot redo
For what has been said
That I can never undo.
I shall live with no regrets
And I should hope that neither should you.

I shall strive to free myself from that thought
That stone...
That stone that would hang about me as a noose
That dreaded contemplation
Of all that is and what has come before
Of All that has ever been
That I cannot undo
That heartfelt beat of untimely unrest.

We can change it nevermore.

For what's Done is Done
Is Done and Gone
And for tomorrow and today
This very minute 
This very hour
This very second
This very day
Are when I can strive to start Anew.

To move ever toward my own Choosings
Toward skies that are ever clearer and more blue
To hold and grasp life's Golden Goose
To sail toward Uncharted Lands
Toward the Exciting and the New
The Past is in the Past
The Future has nothing more to lose.

To inhale Life as a Breathe of Air
To be as Free and Loose as my locks of hair
To live without a care
To be not afraid to dare
To never live in what has been left behind
In the Cobwebs of our last year's Minds.

To take care not ever to Lose
Any of your Stones that have been left unturned
And to not lose track of any of your Bridges
Any of your Bridges that you have left unburned.

And not to ever leave behind
A Minute or Second of Life's Cherished Time
To hold that thought firmly in your Mind
Along with your Thoughts and Ideals
That so quietly lie
Underneath those Precious Stones
That so often End up at the End of our Lives
So sadly left unturned.

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

Copyright © christine a kysely

Long poem by Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Details |

I Feared That Soon the Snow would Leave

I feared that soon the snow would leave,
As I watched the melting wreaths give way,
To the hand of time, come now to press,
The passing of my holiday...

Where the ghosts of Christmas just now past,
Their laughter and their footsteps sound,
Up stairways, down hallways, of a heart held fast,
To the cherished and loved once gathered round.

Would they be spirits, or fade as ghosts,
Was left to what I cherished most,
The memory of the moments past,
Or the choice of those to come...

But that those times then, could come again,
In times to come, I was remiss...
So instead I clutched the moment's edge,
And soared out into its’ abyss.

The sight of our fathers on chair and couch,
Straining to wake for time to glean,
The moments that pass from this day to that,
With regret for all missed there in between.

My mother, in the kitchen, dutiful making,
Aglow with the love that she was baking,
And the smells of the season, my senses awaking,
Was in the now as real as then.

And I groaned to leap out of my skin,
Go back and bring them here again...

But the hand of time would not repent...
And the moment's choice both came and went.

And as that moment, my clutches slipped,
A still, small voice my conscious nipped,
Through the march of the wall clock’s tick-tocking tick…
With a question, and an answer and a hope…

“If wreaths and voices and laughter gone,
Had stayed to stay that loneliness…
That furls your brow, then tell me now…
How more, their worth, but when they’re missed?”

“And like the bright eyed angels, hurling hands first,
into dreams wrapped up for months concealed,
Will you take hold of the gifts untold
that the coming days reveal?”

My God, I pray to thee I will...
Please fix in us, that hope we will.

So Embrace the fear that the snow will leave,
and when it does you'll fear no more...
And rejoice in the coming day's reprieves ...
and seize their gifts each and every one.

And when your resting day is once more won...
the snow's repose shall once more come...

And the white soft blanket of earth's rebirth,
Shall tuck you into dreams unknown,
And whisper in that silent night,
that all is calm... all is right…

And will whisper to your silent night...
That you are not alone.

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Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick

Long poem by SillyBilly theKidster | Details |

My Poetry Soup Blog

This is now my unofficial Poetry Soup Blog.
I know you're only supposed to post poetry here,
but as far as I can tell, 
I can blog here as well
as long as my blog rhymes poetically to the reader's ear.
So check back here now and then occasionally.
I may have announcements to share for all of you to read,
but I'll post these blog announcements poetically.
That should justify my posting a Soup Blog 
in a space that is most strictly reserved to log
all kinds of styles of all kinds of poetry.
If I have any new news that needs to be released
I'll leave this web address posted on my last posted poetry piece.
12/03/ 2009 - 
I have deleted the following pieces from my postings.
Thank You Bird Of Prey & A Pale Male Tale.
I also have revised a couple of postings.
Pale Male's First Love & In Loving Memory Of Pale Male.
With both of those pieces I've eliminated the entire text
and substituted all of the text with a single web address.
Feel free to give them both a quick look see.
Do you think this is a good idea?
Your opinion matters to me.
In Loving Memory Of Pale Male> Site Under Construction
Pale Male's First Love> Site Under Construction

12/12/2009 -
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown) Parts 1 & 2
will be deleted at the beginning of the New Year
so you might want to give it one last view.
It's a special Holiday poem that you may want to read.
I posted it with the hope that a fellow Souper might know the author's identity.
I know the author's name now, thanks to one Mr A. W. Nutter, aka Anthony.
The author's name is Michael Marks. I'll leave his web page address before I leave
so that fellow Soupers who join in the new year can also give him a read.
Michael Mark's "A Soldier's Christmas"
Here's the web address also for Mr Nutter's Poetry, aka Anthony's Poetry.
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown)
To Continue Go To:
My Poetry Soup Blog, Part 2

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster

Long poem by Raymond Ngomane | Details |

For Him

Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable. 

Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything. 

What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years. 

With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.

Thank you

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane

Long poem by Sandra Haight | Details |

My New Year's Resolution

My New Year’s Resolution

The New Year, soon upon us now…
A time to think about just how
I plan to see my year renew...
Perhaps improve on things I do
That are much better, and I pray,
They're not an act of whim or play.

For instance, should I plan to eat
The healthy foods and not the treat
That tastes too good to now let go?
The seems so hard to know. 
Or should I plan more exercise,
Run every day…or is that wise?

There are so many choices to
Consider as I think it through…
What is best for my solution
Of a New Year’s resolution?
For based on other years before,
They’re good, but easy to ignore.

So…now, this year, a different plan…
One which will surely fill the span
Of one whole year, never to end—
Be joyful in the task, attend
A resolution meant to last,
Not end in days just like the past.

One which I will be very proud
To share and talk about out loud.
I will resolve to be just me…
Enjoy my life, forever free,
To help my friends and family too
Just like the way I always do.

To give and take with gracious care,
And spread the joy of life with flair…
To do all things the best I can,
And finish all that I began…
To seek the ways to lend a hand
In gentleness without command.

To always see the glass half-full,
And even when dark days do pull
Me down a bit, to realize
The sun will shine with bright blue skies,
The tears will dry, and then a smile
Will fill my heart to last a while.

To count my blessings, say my prayer
For peace to come and fill the air
All ‘round the earth among all men
And women, children, so again
Sweet peace will rule our precious lands
And God will shield us in His hands.

So now instead of one big thing
For New Year’s resolution fling—
I’ll promise to fill up my days
In all the ordinary ways
I’ve done so many years before,
And never let them seem a chore.

I will resolve to be just me…
Enjoy my life, forever free,
To give and take with gracious care,
And spread the joy of life with flair…
To love my friends and family too
Just like the way I always do.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: New Year’s Resolution
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Judged 01/01/2015

Iambic Tetrameter


Copyright © Sandra Haight

Long poem by Poet Destroyer A | Details |

A shot of Haiku -CHAIN-

Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich  

beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts

fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry… 
a parrot shows up  ~~by; Annalise Brigham

a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh   ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair

as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect  
as birds fly higher  ~~by; olusegun Arowolo 

as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky   ~~by; David Williams  

ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird   ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver 

to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty  ~~by; David Williams  

give me liberty   
sweet vertigo dizziness 
the flight takes up space  ~~by; Poet Destroyer

the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me   ~~by; Poet Destroyer
birds fly around me 
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends  ~~by; Poet Destroyer

the Moon As Haze Ends 
crashing On The Horizon 
with The Rising Sun  ~~ by; Christopher Bunton

With the rising sun 
celebrate the coming home 
maybe peace will reign  ~~by; cecil hickman 

maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright  ~~by; Deb Wilson 

all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat 
and loving all night   ~~by; Michael J. Falotico

and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind   ~~by; harry horsman

power of the wind 
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey

first let's celebrate 
the sweet air brings me your scent 
now I know your here ~~by; Michael J. Falotico

now I know your here
Staring out the window,  
upon a (choo) choo train  ~~by; John Rhinem

upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking 
charcoal grey mittens  ~~by; poet destroyer

charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles  ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Team Work -created this haiku chain

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Long poem by Natalka Georgievova | Details |

I Wonder Why?

“ I Wonder Why….”

The famous question “mommy and daddy why?” That’s daily what parents hear
Kids want any kind of answers even when the answers are not clear
With age they somewhat understand, but others unknown don’t let them sleep
Mysteries of the world and life make them faster breath. 

I wonder why

The Earth is full of beauty just watch how birds are flying
On the other hand, in so many places, there are children dying
When I listen to a river I want to sing
But why we keep destroying them make me think

I wonder why

Here and then I think about war and peace
About hunger in foreign countries, ignorance is a dangerous disease
If I could have wish, I would be an angel with magnificent wings
I would tie them around The Universe with love that can’t be broken by any things

I wonder why

With innocence children are born and with that question why
And parents try keeping them safe and do not want to see them cry
What happens to someone when he or she grows up?
What happens to people’s purity that makes it break up? 

I wonder why

It is a New Year and New Year Resolutions are made
I want to make good one I do not want anybody betrayed 
Follow my example and this time please do not ask why
Because if you think you have to, you are the reason why my dreams could die
Sometimes you do not have to ask why

Giving each other hope, and sharing love could make the world a better place
It should come from the heart, from the inner you, with a feeling of peace and 
Reach our potential, growing like a healthy and strong tree
With millions of little branches moving in the breeze unbreakable and free

Sometimes you do not have to ask why

Free of hunger, loneliness, emptiness and fear
Free of diseases and sicknesses that bring to our eyes a tear 
Let’s hold our hands with love and hope
And our hands will make a chain around a globe

Sometimes you do not have to ask why

That chain will be tight like that angel wings what I was dreaming once
And even stronger and stay forever not only days or months
Let’s make this promises and promise’s can come true
If everyone will give up selfishness, we can really make this year a NEW!

And do not asks me a why 

Copyright © Natalka Georgievova

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