Why am I drawn
to this scowling girl
selling her poems
in a Shinjuku underpass?
Every Tuesday she is here,
next to a Nikon ad,
threatening commuters
with her cyclostyled angst.
Busy people keep up
with the times,
do a tap dance
on their smartphones.
Only drunks buy poetry.
Grubbing for their last,
sweaty coins, they
mock her with every purchase.
First published in Eclectica Magazine
Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017
huge silence
There is a huge silence within each of us, beckoning us back into itself.
—attributed to Meister Eckhart
it’s always there
waiting to be noticed
the fathomless well
calling me inward
into the heart
of the heart
I swim down
deeper
find silence’s support
how it buoys
how it thirsts,
welcoming
those who remember—
held by the depth
thankful, I bow
Copyright © Amrita Blaine | Year Posted 2023
Waiting too long feels eternal,
11 year mind wonders about
Wanting a book or journal,
Impatient without a doubt
At long last its here,
I am filled with joy
New sibling feels so near,
This time its a boy
Finally arriving within the noon,
White walls suddenly with glow
An awe fills the room,
Ready to watch you grow
Big heart in small size,
Your body wrapped in blue
Soft hands and closed eyes,
Finally I can see you
Copyright © Amya Ranck | Year Posted 2024
A girl was born a beautiful summer day
She had beautiful blue eyes and light curly hair
The girl ...... it was me myself I
My mother has told me that I was a kind
and happy baby
The baby became a chubby girl who liked to
play with soft teddy bears and dolls
Chaunted and singing all day long,
yes I was a happy little girl
When I was seven years old and the
commitments hour had come
First day at school, dressed in a dress with
flowers and ribbon in my hair
I wanted out of the classroom, I wanted to be
free to play, sing and dance.... be free like a bird
Plus, minus and A-B-C... yes it all could wait
School years passed by and I learned: plus, minus,
A-B-C and more than that
"Almost adult" - a teenager, yes waithing for the time
Girls with menstruation, and acne wich we covered with powder
Boys with pimples, wich reflects like flashlights
Girls who "giggled" of everything and nothing
Boys who speakes with deep voices that bursts
Interested in the opposite sex
It`s was an exciting time ...
Distance love, blushing cheeks
Will you be mine?
Go hand in hand and perhaps a gentle kiss
Heartbreaks....well who has been there ?
But as in a fairytales the princess meets her prince, they are
in love....married... and have many other commitments,
work, home and children
Fairytales have always a happy ending
What about the reality ?
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A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Anne-Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2012
Oscar of the Day
Best Actress Joan Crawford
Academy Award
Copyright © Anthony Taylor | Year Posted 2019
This is a special wish for all at Poetry Soup, my second family- the best poetry web site on the net- that you and
your families be blessed this Holy Season and may 2010 bring you joy, peace, love, happiness and every
good thing you wish for yourselves!
I believe that every person you meet in your life time is there for a reason and it is not a matter of chance but a
part of God’s plan. I have found genuine friendships and love here. So with this in mind, I thank you for your
kindness, the lessons taught, the time you took reading and commenting on my poems and sharing your poems
and stories as well,which inspired, warmed my heart, brought me to tears, healed me, excited me, brought me
laughter when I needed it most, offered good advice and helped me on my journey through this time. I will
always cherish this time in my life! God bless!
Merry Christmas and a Happy 2010!
With peace and love,
Audrey*
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2009
I am moving in your ways
Striving for righteousness everyday
Thank you Lord for the Grace
That keeps me focused on the race
I glorify you Lord for the vision
That keeps strengthening the mission
Cause it is the invisible
That gives birth to the visible
Use me Lord to reach out
To your children in need of what I have
I know I am not perfect for this commission
But I bless your name for making me available
God my Creator
I dedicate my heart to you
Keep it safe from the devil
For I am his bitter enemy for the sake of your project
Copyright © Augustine Ogoegbunam Eseke | Year Posted 2019
By HIS WORDS, I am forgiven, HIS WORDS said so.
Without HIM where would I be, who would I be, this I do not want to know.
Times my soul is right, I know HIS VOICE; then I go the other way.
Without a word spoken He knows my soul; He knows its struggles.
I have fallen many times, yet He won't let know the fulness of it all.
HE surrounds me in stillness, I settle in it for a while.
I listen for HIS voice; it settles my thoughts.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2018
I sink into the mossy coolness underneath the large willow tree. The shade the tree provides is a stark contrast to the summer heat just a few feet away. It’s noon and I’m on my lunch break. Works been crazy. But here, just around the block from my office, I found this tree about a week ago. It’s off the sidewalk just on the edge of a gentle slope leading down to a creek below. It seemed so out of place. A little oasis amidst the noise and haste of the city. I’ve come here for lunch every day since. I leave my desk, nod to my co-worker and head out the door. We used to eat lunch together quite often she and I. I’m sure she thinks I’m mad at her for some reason, or am having an affair, which I suppose I am in a way. I’m just not ready to share. This is our time: the tree’s and mine. I lie in the shade enveloped in its coolness. The branches gentle sway fan and smooth me. The sound from the brook trickles up to my ears and drowns out the roar of the city around me. We stay like this the tree and me, suspended in time and space, until it’s time for me to go. Reluctantly returning to earth, I open my eyes, gather my thoughts and then just as I’m leaving, I lay my hand on the trunk of the tree, feeling the cool roughness of its bark on my palm. I say a silent thank you, then walk back into the world.
Copyright © Cheryl Murray | Year Posted 2024
We walk in the cold, eyes frozen by hate
Trusting our souls to our puppeteers' fate
And thinking that we are by far the best players
In a scene where the actors are also the slayers
And nothing is real until our string is cut
And we want to break loose from the puppeteer but
The strings are still new, the master's hand sure
We may be worse off than we were before!
We need to find something much stronger than strings
That will loose us yet bind us and give us our wings.
We must open our minds, our hearts and our eyes
And try some respect and some courage for size.
Then what seems like a world and forever apart
Is only as far as our guts from our hearts
It's found in the wind that draws dreams ever higher
And blows us to where freedom finds the fire.
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016
The war will be great they say in God’s grace to me one night
But, the fighter planes took off for a far from fanciful flight
For a beseeching cry for me to stay as I watched my birthday boy fly his kite
But, was woken early by her ‘hurry to’ or the general will bite
I dreamt of her for that nightingale night she was such a sorry sight
Photo of miss to show them just before the harrowing fight
Copyright © Clare Innard | Year Posted 2024
When someone first dies and leaves us,
It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom,
When their body is no longer with us,
But their presence still fills the room.
But within our treasured memories,
We can recollect their smiling face,
For in our heart-of-hearts we know,
They are now in a much better place.
Copyright © Clive Blake | Year Posted 2025
The Foxy Escort With Her Date
He drank his wine,
savoring it just fine.
His spirits a lift
now he opened his gift
Out jumped a foxy dame
ready for his game
Are you ready for bondage
my little young hostage
Ties and whips
Hot wax and clips
Her young face turned red
not knowing what was ahead
Escort service said it was dinner,
not be a hoar and a sinner
I'm a student at night school
not your playmate and fool
I sorry, I rain on your parade
and can't play your charade
I must go right now
not be herded like a cow
Forget the bells and whistles
then, just soft land on my missile
Sir I'm not that type of gal
that sleeps with any kind of pal
Please take your rocket
and deep pockets ...
To my pent house room
with your flaming fumes
And there's your desire
waiting for your heart's a fire
Huh? Why did you play your game
to light my flame
Huh? Did you whet my appetite
for a long rough night
My dear, you're a good tease
I hope you please
Sir I hope you back the talk
with your walk
It's going to be rough,
let me tell you, and with handcuffs
and Hot wax
To the max
Sir I hope you back the talk
with your walk
I roll my eyes
to you, I despise
Sir take these pills
To give yourself more of a trill
You'll need it, to keep up
with this young pup
Again, Sir please don't disappoint me
with your church key
Or your mama's boy
with toys
Oh baby you're good
This is what the doctor ordered
Babe what's your name
Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
1/06/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
Us right in the ground
deep
to no return
return the bribe
hurry
don't delay
riot's
let's sit and watch ( HELP! )
maybe it won't
maybe it will work
good for election turn
rally's that turn protest
and protest back to rally's
the omicron trail
perfect 2024
bury us deep
hustle
hurry it up
( to the tune of Punch Out "cheer " )
https://youtu.be/SJ-CGeas0dQ
Copyright © Coy Bothwell | Year Posted 2022
Boston Strong
To me
Means so much
So much passion
In this town
And New England states
For all I’ve
Traveled never seen
Anything like it
Why haven’t I
Written about
Them before
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
FAVORITE SONG LYRICS
I love music from Hank Williams, Sr. to Beethoven
Their sounds deep inside my heart are interwoven
But nothing else can take the place
Of the words found in “Amazing Grace”
The phrase, “to save a wretch like me”
Remind me of God's love, you see
“Who once was lost but now am found”
Show me His blessings that abound
It set me free from turmoil and strife
And gave new meaning to my miserable life
Become familiar with its soulful words
No greater message can e'er be heard
I urge you to learn the entire song
If you do, my friend, you can't go wrong
You'll see for yourself why I say to you
Let this become your favorite song too
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011