Thank you for this bounty, God
that you give to me
for grain that grows within the field
and fruit upon the tree
Thank you for the little seeds
that in the spring are sown
and with your gifts of sun and rain
have through the summer grown
Thank you for the farmers, Lord
and bless them for their toil
as now they gather in the fall
this bounty from your soil
This was inspired by Brian Strands' Harvest Hymn Contest, which I unfortunately missed
but I wanted to share it with you today and dedicate it to Brian for the inspiration and
support he gives to us here at the Soup. RG
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
and digested with
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009
sunshine pours in
lemonade fills the glass
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.
Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.
Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
Copyright © Jeremy Lin | Year Posted 2012
A gather of hands
A feasting at dinnertime
Hear the sounds of smiles
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010
For days at a time there is nothing to eat,
There is no where to sleep.
Hunger is a social condition.
It is a horrible physical way of living.
It leads to malnutrition, famine, and starvation.
It is a plaque and epidemic in poor nations.
First off there is so many children and adults with improper diets or nutrition.
Hunger affects about a sixth of the world's total population.
Why can't we get together, and try to feed the poor,
If we all came together as a whole we can do more.
Let's pray poverty away
We have to make this dark cloud of hunger into a brighter day.
Due to hunger more than 1 die each second.
So to eat a plate of food now days is a blessing.
About 750,000 suffer from hunger due to financial restrictions.
So now I ask you how are we Americans living?
But if we were all well-fed,
Let us not forget about the homeless, because half of us go hungry to our beds.
Matthew 5:6 “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010
God must be sleeping now as the dog dreams
He mumbles help me as he is thrown into the ring
As he is bitten his tears of hope cry
I was happy to run and my mothers paws
God must be sleeping now as the addict waits for her trick
She opens the car door and wonders where did I turn
Her Father drank and beat her Mother
I was happy kicking cans and hiding and seeking
God must be sleeping now as the mother stands the line
Waiting her chance to speak and get the dole
Her children screaming and no food or goodies
I was happy playing with dolls and doctor was my downfall
Allah must be sleeping as the Taliban beat the solo women
She cries for pity as the men strike her with the club
She wears the burqa and prays for America
I was happy playing in the fields with my brother
God must be sleeping as the old woman has her pocketbook snatched
Her social security money gone as the food she will eat
Sitting on the ground thinking and praying and no answer
She was happier even when her husband lay dying and alone
God must be sleeping as the Earth quakes and tsunami
The wave crashes over the homes of the unsuspecting
The wife being torn from her husbands arms never seen again
To death came to part and the happiness too
God slept on the seventh day as he was tired
The people constantly praying for his wonders
His world in ruins as mankind molest his children
He was happier when he walked the gardens of Eden
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
Lets raise our hands and all rejoice
Allow the world to hear our voice
This time of year the work never ends
We join together and help our friends
That’s how the Lord would have it be
I offer help to you, you offer help me
We are working together hand in hand
Because our harvest shall feed the land
Praise the Lord I want it to show
Jesus is the harvester of my soul
Jesus is now who harvest my crop
From the bottom straight to the top
Written for Brian's contest. Being from
a farming County the Harvest is very
dear to me. Last year I missed it due
to my back, this year I'm in school. I
think I'll go out on the weekend and
work a few hours for free just so I can
remain a part of something that I love
so much. Nothing like the smell of the
harvest in the morning, waiting on the
dew to dry so you can roll up in the Rice.
God I do miss the long days of honest
work but the Lord is Harvesting my life
in a new direction.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.
He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.
Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.
Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?
Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2012
What dark force wears the devil’s mark (666)
And bites those thrown off “Noah’s Ark”?
Dragging sweets through the mud
While chomping for blood...
A bully is like a white shark*
*Only white sharks have better table manners, and so in the tradition of Emily Post—the innocent eventually rise up and seek justice—and use knives (and forks and spoons)!
This poem was inspired by Laura Breidenthal's recent poem entitled "666".
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2012
The Common Good
Rice pudding with cinnamon serves the common good
Razor blades on wrists do not
Utility of perfection is perfected knowing God and nature
Playing with the devil and dark forces ends in dread
Of course ice cream is still delicious when served cold
Arsenic is not nutritious or so we’re told
Naturally sex is fun and should be taken under advisement
Leaping from a plane without a parachute has unpleasant consequences
Walking on pavements is a solid, concrete and more constructive thing to do
Leaving babies in hot cars to fry is still a crime
It is better to sleep through life if you are so inclined
Doing good, being well, is always within your grasp
But someone, probably you, will have to cut the grass
It is keeping up the neighborhood
For the common good; like cinnamon and pudding
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
shoppers are cytoplasm searching
for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.
Oils, petrochemical and vegetable
love: faith and trust
for instance, the Food and Drug Administration.
In America, the custom is
to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze
like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles.
I've always liked it here.
Cornucopia, yes. Also
a place to be alone and depressed, or cool off.
Water and bone
and the known ingredients. Neurons
for remembering, calculating, touching stuff.
I have a favorite bagger
who has the smile of a lover,
wouldn't rather be elsewhere.
Like glamour stars in bikinis
(but unlike tomatoes and bananas)
cashiers and clerks are admired from afar.
Joe says What's not to like? Ice cream, yogurt,
To eat your fill is a blasphemy against God.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make
Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2007
Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?
You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-
With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-
I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012
When life takes hold of you no mercy given
Foreclosures popular , the new age to walk ..driven
When your nerves are shattered
The home you live in seems scattered
Just breathe ~
children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily
life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems
When there is not enough food in the pantry for all
you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams
Just breathe ~
All these things are a test , every breath that counts.
It's the faith, and will to live , as anxiety mounts
In your darkest hour just call on his power
with the help of God above , you will surmount.
just breathe ~ just keep breathing
" Just another day in paradise Contest "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
"What's your story?"
"you seem interesting."
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
each time the oily blade passes above
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
she will divide you
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
baby of zero maybes
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
we never looked back
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
attachment wing muscle
pulling tugging bending breaking
Happy Thanksgiving All
May Your Wishes Come True
Love Kathy & Jenny
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2007
What a person to do?
I think I have one each night
until I no longer have choices
then I stop eating?
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.
Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010
As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch.
Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet.
I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note,
But what about next month or the others sure to come.
I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and…
Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof.
Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain.
But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain.
Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought.
Instead of seeing comfort, now it’s the struggles I have fought.
The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house.
But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost.
How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best.
I’m sure they’ll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet.
But I can’t expect them to understand, this old grownups shame.
I promised to protect them… so today I’ll continue on my search
A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know.
All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
God will provide eventually, even if it’s a step, or two, or three down.
Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch…
I say a little prayer and add a little wish…
May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today…
And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011
Time And Chance
“11 I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all. 12 Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come: As fish are caught in a cruel net, or birds are taken in a snare, so people are trapped by evil times that fall unexpectedly upon them.” Phil 3:18-21 NIV
The race is not won by the swift,
Nor is the battle won by the strong.
Wealth is not given to the brilliant,
Nor food to the wise belong.
Favor is not given to the learned
And death not claimed only by the old.
Men are trapped by evil
‘Til their bodies grow still and cold.
Time And Chance affect all mankind—
No man knows when his hour will come.
Wisdom belongs to God;
All wisdom above and under the sun.
Time And Chance are in His hands;
Many simply must comply.
God builds up or breaks down;
Kings and nations to occupy.
Fools are placed in high positions,
And the rich are often laid low.
Is everything understood by man?
How does God work on earth below?
If clouds are full of water,
They pour rain upon the earth.
But man is a mystery;
Time And Chance not in his death or birth.
We do not understand the hand
That makes the seed spring forth;
How the human body is formed,
Or how the womb gives birth.
Time And Chance are the equation
That only God does know.
Man is truly ignorant of how
Time And Chance works here below.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012
Your presence I feel oh so near, it help me to relieve
some of my fears of all my everyday cares, I feel your
presence eveywhere. Whenever I walk down the street,
I can feel the patter of your feet. I can feel you walking
next to me telling tales of what I mean to you and thinking
about all the things we used to do.
Your presence is so close, it's as if I can smell your fragrance
right under my nose. I am thinking of your smiling face all
next to mines, telling me how you will love me until the
end of time. Your presence is oh so strong and as I travel
throughout this day it lingers on. When I decide to stop and
dine, it's as though I feel your hand right next to mines.
When I sat down to eat, I can see your eyes staring into
mines, and you sitting there sipping on some wine.
Your presence means so much to me and this is the
way I want it to always be, me feeling you and you
feeling me until forever and eternity.
Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012
CHRISTMAS TOYS AND JOYS
The toys in the shops today are different from the past,
with electronics replacing bat and ball.
Even parents get in the mix, and children need be fast,
if they want to play with their new toys at all.
Back-yard cricket is forgotten when the Wii comes on the scene.
Virtual sports replace the games we know.
Invisible balls are slashed at when hit towards the screen
and a cartoon rival hits it back to you.
These rivals in the TV Box will play with you alone,
or you can play with a friend by your side.
Sometimes a couch potato gets up to play and groan,
but keen to join the game with a swing that’s wide.
The DS, Xbox and the PSP keep everyone amused
with puzzles for the brains of young and old.
There’s Pokemon and Mario forever been renewed,
played with concentration; fingers quick and bold.
But the games are put aside when we are called to table;
no fast food today it’s Christmas fare for all.
There’s turkey, pudding, pies and cakes to eat if we are able,
then we often fall asleep on the lounge, or in the hall.
But lives, when shared with others are better for the sharing,
with memories created and sent across the miles.
These keep us going when we feel alone, with no one caring,
then we see their photos; remember friendships and we smile.
Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012
Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
Welcome In Our Home
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009
Let life win for now... when your head sadly down.
Let life win for now... when your chips are down,
Let life win for now... when you can’t speak a sound,
Let life win for now... win when you just getting up off the ground
and life nocks you back down.
Let life win for now, as you standing in free line,
when your gut is light to get a bite
to keep you up right to win the battles of life.
But be poise and patient for those who step in your way, your enemy,
your unknown rival... Let life pave the way
therefore what you had good then and do not have now
Let life win for now, because life knows what comes around.
Poetry written by 11/26/10 Author Keith Kadell
Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2012
Talk turkey; talk turkey
It's Thanksgiving day.
Fill up your mouths
the Thanksgiving way.
Gobble down; gobble down
meat and red berries.
Some adding gravy
for flavour that varies.
White mashed potatoes
hollowed in boats.
Filled with yellow butter
that warms 'till it floats.
Turnip and parsnip
mixed in together.
Tangy mild flavour
that lasts forever.
Green tiny peas
piled on the side;
covered in butter
in tears they have cried.
All for the price of a prayer
to say thanks
and gathering our friends
in a place that is nice.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2012
The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life
Faithful are born anew by Baptism,
Strengthened by Confirmation
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life
To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.
Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2011