"Phenomenal Survivors"
Words can not express
how phenomenal you are
You are the best, of the best
The true dream team
of ultimate success.
"Phenomenal Survivors"
I wear a pink ribbon for thee
For you are surviving
the storm that has
consumed so many beings
And to share your stories
so others are aware,
Is just an amazing thing
"Phenomenal Survivors"
Your journey is not done
keep educating us on early detection
Frequent exams, staying fit,
and eating well,
the gear by which to sail
"Phenomenal Survivors"
"That you are"
Thank you
for being amongst us today
For as long as we have survivors,
we can continue fighting the storms!!!
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
While a man was golfing in Fife
a funeral cortege was arife,
his head bowed in prayer
at this somber affair
to pay last respects to his wife!
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating
But all of a sudden the ground was vibrating
We tried to get clear but the plants were gyrating
We made for a drain with a safe metal grating
To hide from the beast and it’s red armour plating
We froze at the passage the beast was creating
By severing grass with its twin blades rotating
In fear of our lives we then started debating
To run off together or try separating
A not so near miss meant I’ll never be mating
Sometimes the obvious doesn't need stating
At least while my wife finds that rather frustrating
I won’t be her lunch when we’re done consummating
We tried to escape with some skilful pond skating
It helped that the air machine wasn't aerating
But there was a fountain that was agitating
The surface too much which was infuriating
I turned to the man and began contemplating
If spiders could ever do human castrating
But soon he was done and he started inflating
A pool with a puncture, he found that deflating
Reward and his effort were not correlating
And that made him mad, made him start salivating
And just when we thought that he might be fixating
His face went all blank and his eyes were dilating
He glared at us spiders, his ire not abating
So we thought it best to be reciprocating
But he had a brick in his hand elevating
I’ll tell you right now, that was not constipating
Perhaps it’s now time for some quick relocating
This isn’t the fate I was anticip.....
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2018
I want to cut holes in my soul and let the light burst out.
I want to dance on the darkness of my beginning,
a moment bringing light to a universe I don't know,
yet walk with every moment.
Angels of light and dark hover beside me singing primal songs.
Songs that glide through the cave of my ears.
Songs that I recognize,
Songs that I forget the moment I hear them.
Songs that hum with every breath.
Do you hear the songs?
Will I know your light, your darkness?
Can I communicate to you beyond skin, beyond blood, beyond bone?
Is it possible to breathe together in this vacuum?
I'm afraid of no definition-- no line to describe us--
Yet my sense of completion comes from a vision of obliterated form.
Can we light our way by touch?
Under the shade of stars, will my lips find you?
Lips with no words, telling you all I am.
Lips that are greedy and eager to please.
Lips that love you.
In complete darkness, the place where I stand alone,
we are chilled by emptiness, warmed by light that doesn't shine.
Light that's a memory in black, a loving encased by shadow,
pierced by fire--small, clear and consuming.
Show me the way to you.
Show me the way to all........
A place I can feel hot wax on my skin that shouts,
"This is a sacred place."
Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009
People with choice they call freedom
What once was now history past
Breaking down of society cold war fought
New gen, feelings hurt as truth hidden
Speak no words that they offend the obvious
No longer mankind, words we fail to live
PC (Political Correct) we watch world's dissolve
We dare to speak of reality realistic
Condemned all that we believe in ourselves
That we are wrong, not to fall weakness
Society ways and sin I do not deny
I turn eyes, unable to run from lie's
We, the racist ones ridicule
Because we are not like them I stand
Different man not of woman am I to be
I, the fallen victim of society doing
It's they who are racist a statue falls
Blacks oppressed, even bird name offends
Ones heart not pure that hatred lives
Behind fake smile, closed door person exist
South, a target when all world is guilty
The same as others, still a slave in conviction
But the flag you fly, guilty be price of freedom
PC (Political Correct) control, gun's, want your soul
God's denied, big bang reason of existence
Not chicken before the egg we decide
Upon ourselves, theory of opinion is pushed
Not all that we was built or created
But optimistic belief to falsely accuse truth
We condemn thee, you do not side with world
But cause you are against the world you are not correct
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2024
Pulling Together
It took the world a tragedy
To pull together
Comforting as a hen
Pulls in her chicks under her feathers
Its sad it took this to show love
When the day before
Many pushed and shoved
Why is that we got money for wars
But cant feed the poor
I see young faces full of pain
While tears flow like rain
What does it take to see
That one will not be free
Until turning from sin
For then their soul they shall win
Call on the mighty Lord
And repent using his sword
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2010
~hanging on~
I wake, bright and early like the sun
I fall asleep a few seconds before dawn.
With a few hours of sleep
I found myself counting sheep.
Drinking coffee before I leave
Found myself in a zone not even I believe
I kick the neighbors dog real far
Tired of him barking before I get into my car
Turn my radio on real loud
Enjoying music loud and proud
I never late
I'm responsible in this job I hate
The owner taps the door and found me asleep
Up in my face like a creep.
He tells me I am lucky he can not work alone.
Why I insist of not waking him before I leave our home?
I bet he wishes he could fire me
I will not agree
As soon as I log out of the Poetry Soup I tell him when I'm done.
When he goes to bed I still find myself roaming the Internet for fun :)
With a goodnight kiss, he asked, if I could give him some
I say just one more comment hun, I'm almost done
By 4:00 am I am still on the Soup.
He wakes up to the same situation
Yells at me, he grabs my laptop and then he........
S.K.A.T. POETRY
4-21-10
Copyright © Skat A | Year Posted 2010
Smiling up at oak tree leaves,
Sun shining through
Translucent glow, I know
This peace is fleeting as the wind.
I concentrate to preserve the time.
But shadows darken
Recent mind flow, I know
Thoughts of peaceful greeting must have an end.
Oak tree leaves die, finding eternity by
Once being branch of tree,
Then endure nature's toil,
Falling by age and wind.
By then bye they become soil,
All to begin again.
And so it will be with me.
A smile at the end.
Copyright © Scott Campbell | Year Posted 2024
Yesterday
the wind blew open
a crack in the air
A smallish space
so t'wd seem
squeezed just between
the here and there.
‘Tis said
a good deed
an' a heartfelt prayer
can let one briefly stare
into that space
where eyes may see
yet
not quite be.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
Of all the seasons in the year the one I am most anxious to see,
the one that follows the cold of winter, it reaches out to me.
In the evening you may catch the scent of new mown hay.
To remind us of what is coming, spring is on it's way.
Some morning you will hear the sweet song of a bird,
the cheerful red breast robin, wanting to be heard.
And you begin to see the fresh, new color of green,
like a painter's canvas, displaying a springtime scene.
The trees with buds, the new grass peeking through,
as if God was saying, "awaken" and the beauty of spring starts anew.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2018
Mother has a great fall
She fell out of my hands
She fell out of my eyes
She fell behind the mountains
She fell behind the sea
She fell away from the earth
Where did she go?
Somewhere I didn't know
Where did she go ?
Somewhere in the dark and cold
What did she left behind?
A story of 88 years old
What did she left behind?
Brothers, sisters and I, plus her gold
Copyright © Sai Lin Lip | Year Posted 2021
Much like the “cracker jack prize”
At the bottom of the box
As candy lore goes.
That unique badge of honor
For those who would dive deep
To grasp the brass button.
Beware this lure full of
Deceit.
Along the way you may yourself
Delete.
Copyright © Randy Becknell | Year Posted 2024
Good to know you are well loved there.
I can offer that from here,
but without presence, incomplete.
Yet there's something about knowing you,
that makes me braver, and more confident.
Love is rarely unadulterated.
It affects us in ways we may never know.
Forgive me because my heart is slower to learn,
what the swift mind beholds at every turn.
There are people in your life if you are very fortunate,
who brought you their untold gifts of laughter, with the tears,
love in unconventional ways, and widsom.
You are one.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2014
Such a romantic soul am I
But I live my life in limbo
As time flays by
Each day one step further
To the grave
Cursed by loneliness
Void of love I so need and crave.
It hurts so much when I am in town
With so many women and couples around
Everyone seems to have someone but me
I am just another face in the crowd
That no one really sees
For I am invisible don't seem to measure up
Although I try to friendly and kind it's never good enough.
Everywhere I look sex is in my face
But I need so much more a tender touch
And warm embrace
It can't be normal to not be touched
Or wanted by another human being
Loneliness took me to some dark places
I rather not have been.
I don't want to die alone
And be discovered dead in my bed
With fly's at the window pain
My heart feels like it's kicked like a football
My loneliness is killing me
And almost drove me insane.
Never truly loved never missed
No flowers or mourners at my funeral
I'll soon be dust and nothing at all.
But all I ever wanted was a wife and a child
I drink till I'm drunk to ease the pain
Each day I live a nightmare
I cannot change.
Peter Dome,Copyright.2015. May.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
You are a rodent
to a snake if you walk in
its territory.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
05-10-2012
Copyright © Pace Ink-U-Script | Year Posted 2012
Panicked trips down the rabbit hole goes as follows,
Far beneath the depths and hollows.
Way before first breath of plaque,
Meaningless so void and vague.
Til death you see we meet again,
Born to die and live to sin.
Time is out and toll the bell,
Body in the wishing well.
The truth of lies is in between,
No justice here, no peace is seen.
Make it stop, please go away,
Forget the past, you rue the day.
We are all alone no one to blame,
Count your years and spell your name.
Ride your bikes and play a game.
Earn your keep and your father’s name.
The ship has sunk and now we float,
No need to send a rescue boat.
For I shall die here anyway,
For I shall die here any day.
I’ve dug too deep you see I’m blind,
I’ve lost my soul I’ve lost my mind.
Copyright © Michael Huch | Year Posted 2023
For Harley
Love,
Aunt Meghan
*I wrote this poem for my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephews when their beloved dog, Harley, the sweetest chunk of marshmallow dog you could every love, passed to the Rainbow Bridge. It includes a few of our other family pets who preceded Harley in passing to the Rainbow Bridge…
Anxiously pawing at the glistening gate
Their hearts leaping wildly as they anticipate
The bittersweet cycle of what’s known as fate
Three life-long companions can barely wait…
Bright colors emerge as a rainbow so high
Some call it a bridge; some call it, “goodbye”
A smooth, golden gate illuminated by
The welcoming light from the place beyond sky…
The time has arrived; the animals cheer
For joining this kingdom is someone quite dear
Three pairs of eyes shine as new souls appear
The most beautiful soul became instantly clear…
Charlie, Casey, and Binky, arms long
Barked and meowed such a welcoming song
Suddenly Harley felt renewed and quite strong
She dashed to the place where she knew she belonged…
So forever and always, in a place Covid-free
Among shimmering rainbows with bridges beneath
Sweet Casey, pain-free, as he chases the leaves
Mom’s Charlie, Long Binky, and now dear Harley…
--Rest In Peace Over, Under, and All Around the Beautiful Rainbow Bridge…
--Meghan Hutchings
Copyright © Meghan Hutchings | Year Posted 2021
Could it be that you were right?
I have discovered I do have a heart.
Can it be that you are my version of Lil' Cindy Lu Who.
Whose singing is making my tiny Grinch's heart begin to grow.
My eyes see brighter.
I can feel once again.
My steps have quickened.
I find I have a place to go, a heart to share.
My laughter catching.
Making sadness a memory.
I smile in rapid succession, exposing the sparkles that fly from my eyes.
Even the weight that sits on my shoulders is beginning to lift.
Like a magic trick it is disappearing.
Who knew there where such things as a good poison for your soul.
With the poisons from the light that is growing in my soul.
The sorrow that was residing has begun to die away.
My morphing is changing me into what a real heart should be.
I need now to create a recipe.
Feed it to the populations.
So they too can feel their Grinch's heart growing.
Copyright © Maryann Porto | Year Posted 2012
To hear your whispers and your cries,
The anguish kept deep inside.
The mind not sure of all its fears,
Makes you think you want to die.
I’ve often wonder how could I?
Bring you back from where you hide.
To take part in your life once more,
Among those that do adore.
The way you are when all is well,
A difference your smile can tell.
A voice we heard when you would sing
with tenderness each note would ring.
Yet something always keeps you there
Where hate and anguish have a place.
In a heart filled with empty disillusion,
Of all your dreams of grand illusions.
Allow yourself to take a step.
To bring you back from emptiness,
To trust and love those close to you,
Give yourself a chance to see.
Your life can truly be
Filled with joy and ecstasy
The time is now for you to see
It all can be achieved
Copyright © Mary Chapman | Year Posted 2013
Deep in my thoughts, floats a harmonious strain -
Cuckoos singing soulful melody,
Blossoms of Magnolia, array of budding Jinias,
Marigolds beaming to a dawn golden sun,
I return to you, with all my hues,
From a serene blissful childhood !
Purple Hibiscus with velvety petals,
Zestful creepers sprawling on the quaint fence,
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen,
With Tricksy Swallowtails,Redbreast Robin merrily whistling,
Hummingbirds chirp ebullient songs,
Little bushy squirrels excitedly search for nuts.
Spreading grand colourful wings, butterflies kiss the blushing flowers,
Messages from bees, buzzing a delightful tune,
Large leaves of Willow create a comforting shade underneath,
Leaves rustle with murmuring wind reminding secret footsteps.
Lush green abundant grass, softest to tread,
I offer you a refuge - of solitude, of reflections,
Of retrospection.
Ferns, encircling radiant Rose bushes,
Create a tender haven of love,
Dainty shrubs besides the path lead to a fairy land,
Forming an oasis beyond imagination.
A dreamland, a perfect recluse for poetic bliss,
Wish you and I were here together eternally!
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Copyright © Malabika Ray Choudhury | Year Posted 2020