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Details | Didactic |

Today, I Offer Thanks

  October eighth
Today, I offer thanks
No need to wait for November

Copyright © Mark Pringle | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |

I am OK

Yes, "Foolproof" did win third place and you sent your "Congrats"
Even before the judging I felt your sympathy
The heartfelt comments, from the very first to the last 
Excepting our Sidney, who somehow saw right through me

I am taken aback and have to explain myself
I do have an Lazy Boy and a three bedroom house
I play cards online and my Avatar is an elf
I've never been fired, self employed for ten years now

I do recycle my cans, it pays the water bill
I walk my old Staffordshire "Ace" just after two
I do pray each night that the world embraces good will
I am glad I found Poetry Soup, because of you


Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Thank you for

Thank you
For simply being you
I appreciate each and everything you do
A simple thank you just would not do…

Thank you for
Bringing happiness to my day
Always knowing what to say
And helping me find my way…

Thank you for
That attentive ear when you can’t be near
Constantly showing you care
And always being there…

Thank you for
Never allowing me to fall apart
Showing me the goodness in your heart
And being compassionate from the start…

Thank you for
Understanding I’m sometimes a wreck
Accepting that I’m not perfect
Always treating me with respect…

Thank you for
Caring enough to want to know
Knowing when to push and when to let it go
Giving me the comfort to let things flow…

Thank you for
Listening to my screams
Encouraging my dreams
Building my self-esteem… 

Thank you for
Your understanding and sensitivity
Inspiring my creativity
Releasing my voice from captivity…

Thank you for 
Listening, never judging or asking why
Promising to never lie
Knowing I’m not such “a tough guy”
Making me so happy I wanted to cry
Giving me the most thoughtful and precious thing anyone could ever buy
One I will cherish till the day I die…


Copyright © Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway | Year Posted 2010

Details | Bio |

Go-Go Soul

With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don’t mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain’t got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

An Ode to That Which is Given

Moby Dick is a classic, so I've been told
tried to read when was younger, tried to read when more old
chastised my own self severely each time
for not having interest in words so sublime.
Billy Budd caught attention
and Kafka might mention
Ayn Rand, Solzhenitsyn
rebellist penchant.
Don't care much for jewelry or bright shiny things
phone's likely to voice-mail when it ever rings
keepin' up with the Joneses unappetizing
introversion my given from generating.

Norms cramp my style more often than not
I don't watch tv thus have no clue what's hot
making up words when I need them is fun
inside I try fiercely to douse smoking gun.
A gift this life given
sheer mystery resplendent
with wisdom, compassion and love
From whence came the spark
that lent life to dark?
Within without all the same heartbeat.

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet |

My Own Stage

I'm building a stage from lost thoughts and goodbyes...
Each section another piece that tumbles down and slides...
The lights are dim and the curtains are transparent...
There are echoes of laughter and whispers that blend so different...
I stand alone to an audience of faded mistakes that never blink...
All the while I stretch my eyes up and over to a distant smile who winks...
I scream the words thank you without ever making a sound...
And our souls make love across a world where dreams are never bound...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Promise

    The first golden fingers of life giving light,
eclipse the horizon.
Warming this cold ,dark world.
Driving the shadows deep into an etheral abyss.
All life looks skyward toward this ,
bringer of warmth and hope.
Thank you Lord for the promise 
of a new day.

Copyright © Jim Skinner | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |


The velvet morning air passes through my window,
And God's golden hand
Touches my shoulder.....
His presence gives me energy
To face my fear that waits.

He will walk with me,
And encourage me,
I will not be afraid.....He will keep me safe
And I will feel so peaceful with him
At my side.

Pray tell, if this were true
Would I be writing in my darkened room
Alone, with my lost and frightened soul........

Lynn Barany

Copyright © lynn Hanna Barany | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Fourth

 They gave their lives,
charging through a red haze,
of pain and loss.
Slipping on the blood soaked ground,
of their fallen brothers in arms.
With tear stained,
terror filled eyes,
watched as their friend and brothers fell,
never to rise again.
Some ,mere children,
stumbling through a hail of bullets,
coughing on the fetid smoke 
of countless cannon blasts.
Dressed in rags,
huddled around small fires,
the flames could never,
ease the chill in their hearts.
All of this they gave,
so families could have pic-nics.
Watch the night sky light up,
in wonder at the myriad of colors.
so families may go to church,
and bow their heads ,
to pray in freedom.
On this,celebrated,
special day in July.

Copyright © Jim Skinner | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

I came upon a THANKSGIVING night

                                                 I came upon a Thanksgiving night
                                               With a GOBBLE of presents in my hand
                                                Even though it is not yet SANTA
                                               November 23 is fine to celebrate both at one time
                                               The gift of Sharing is indeed mine to hand nice
                                               Before we say grace and have Turkey & rice
                                               Mother is here,cooking up the sauce
                                               Father,nearly ready..to cut that delicious Meat
                                               The World upon a Thanksgiving Meal
                                                Wandering but Wondering..When will the
                                               homeless receive their fair share,a deal
                                               They are strangers yet are part of our family
                                              To cherish as honest and bright
                                               Come into our home on this Thanksgiving delight

Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

verge of cliff cloud star

Jeva wonder while yer out there 
searching thru yer  thoughts an  feelins
Whether they were all your voices 
or someone elses Sung in rhyme
The only place y’ve ever bin 
where time and space collide
where far horizons swoop s’ near 
and you can almost hold the words 
the thoughts 
As dizzily y’ senses reelin’
 y’ swing to dance to laughing  pipes
Fade into the sleeping forest drinkin’ in y’ dreams
Some folk  like us are oft described 
as touched
I hope y’ liked this soft caress 
still  free to soar
There will be more

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |


Thank you for my sentience
and giving me time to use it
thanks too, for some ebullience
and wisdom given to choose it

Thank you for lovely scents
wafting toward my memories
giving some sweet recompense
building up life's treasuries

Thanks too for social networks
that don't have any electrons
looking you face-to-face upon
unmirrored smiling reflection

Thank you baby for gurgled smile
thanks too for childish messes
thanks for making life versatile
playing with all of its blessings

Thanks for those tears of sorrow
that have balanced my emotions
and for friends straight as arrows
who laugh at my crazy notions

Thank you for the angst I feel
thank you for the rippled water
for what my contemplations reveal
thinking deeper, because I ought to

Thanks for occasional epiphanies
broadening my view of meaningful
sensed free will, to give me please
and times with you, spent peacefully 

Thanks for all the minutia of days
thanks for life's resilient mixture
thanks for graciously given praise
that helps reveal a bigger picture

© Goode Guy 2012-12-07

Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


You feed me when I was hungry.
You clothed me when I was naked.
You sheltered me when I was roofless.
You wiped away my tears,
and gave me joy.

Upon the cross…
I laid my sickness, 
you healed me.
I laid my poverty, 
you made me rich.

I became healed for you to be sick.
I became rich for you to be poor.
You were wiped for me sake.
By the stripe, I am healed.

You gave me paradise on earth,
and still promised me paradise in heaven.
I remembered when I was in prison,
you set me free.

Jesus, you paid in full,
and left change for me.
You are my hero and king. 

Copyright © BRIGHT ALERUCHI | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

off the top

off the top of my head i could say alottle bit bout things better left dead
kinda like the travesties the people for the poeple continue to ongo like tennis to from 
fro and back an forth as long as we go hand in claw into the damaged land then seemingly 
all things fall as planned so i go against the flow by being as different as possible 
ino longer wish to buck a system desined to coerce me into submission
just as i cant support a government or hyerarchy that will not could not fathom on how to 
support me 
but i'll take my licks dished by peers with stick made of a rolling tongue
i'll laugh then cry, shudder and die only to re-birth myself as a creature 
of renewed health wealth and state of mind,lessness
because without the hateful parade of all the dismayed i would have no ammunitions for my
decision to no longer trust you or me or any thing else that seems to be real to me off 
the top  of my head i lust in trusting the world is better off dead
so to this pain and atrocities i theewedd
until something stronger than you or i comes tobe i,ll still be plain jane old me longing 
to be free of poeples visions of me or what they think of we
cause no matter what comes or go what you or they say at the end of my day
its not who iam but what they think and so lost in minding others p,s n q,s
they dont notice whats to lose so stand confused point snicker 
i,ll be your accused and off the top i could fathom worse fates than laying down
to a bruised ego and i,ll stay calm outside while you stagger away without a soul
for the last time you tighten your grip only to lose your hold
             so my thanks to the masses of passives
               without you there would be no
                       me                      foreveralways v.c.

Copyright © VICTOR COOK | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |


How can a man hold water in the hand? 
does it run and drip and gone… 
How can a man live again? 
and live forever then… 
Forever is a moondrop a lightbeam a dream… 
Life is like a fraction of the aeon 
the never ending particle the spinning article… 
Never needing sleep never needing wheat 
but having very much having all the love… 
Starting over to do a thing and starting over 
and then starting over again… 
Without end no end no stop no more halt 
no lame thing no pain… 
No need for anything all needs provided 
making flowers grow… 
Meeting people that were dead 
and now alive for evermore… 
Water needs a container and to be contained 
a cup without a saucer is such a lame thing… 
Eye want to go to Heaven only after 
only after eye marry the poor mans daughter. 
Give me an eternity of love 
Bless my only one. 
Bless my love. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |

My Thanks

Henceforth I cannot express
the pain I once felt toward humanity,
it subsided with all of the rest.
Thoughts of fear, of sadness once drove me.

My raging hatred consuming
what I thought, what I felt was my core,
its restraint being only a pen and a notebook.
Poetry as the backdoor.

Hints toward expressing the passion
as a gift and a curse both alike.
But regardless of which, using both as a stitch
to connect back the fabric of life.

Compassion shown through example observed
into eyes singed by selfish desire.
You gave me the urn filled with tears of the past
to dampen the once raging fire.

Copyright © Michael Cordeiro | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |


The way I came to you was difficult. 
I was searching for years, 
which seemed like lifetimes. 
I received revelations and 
brief moments of Clarity
(I had epiphanies so powerful  that I 
felt overwhelmed
Felt godlike myself
Ego took hold
subverted good intentions 
into human power struggles
Self-love, and unhealthy pride
I was locked-up in chains
Searching in vein for a sharp tool...

I used to beg desperately for help
But you responded in riddles
Forcing me to think about what I was unable to 
(I am so far beneath your Majesty)...

I gave up control, 
(which was a powerful illusion)
my Regrets 
through your son Jesus Christ, and
sincerely asked your forgiveness 
for injustices I inflicted upon others 
and myself

Acknowledging you as 

I began to pray...
Asking for guidance everyday
Strength to overcome difficulties
Power to control myself
Inspiration to feed creativity
Trust to love freely
Humility to accept what I cannot change
Patience to wait for answers & Redemption
Compassion for the sufferings of others

So many Requests...
But you are 
Eternally Patient

a sense of peace began to awaken in me, through prayer and effort and your guidance 
I became whole.

You Created
far beyond my comprehension
I can only ponder your 
All-encompassing Wisdom

You are everywhere 
and everything and 
everyone all at once

I feel deep in my Soul 

Grace and

No words can describe my
Awe and
Love for you 

any name 
or symbol 
or style
Your Majesty can 
never be Defined

I Thank You

Copyright © Christina Cornelison | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

Thanks Dreams

Again and again
I don’t listen
Again and again
I don’t see
You clearly show me the way
And the path that is front of me
Again and again
I don’t hear
Again and again
I don’t look
You help me with the chapters
But want me to finish the book
Again and again
The fire ignites
Again and again 
“It” explodes
You remind me of my wings
And inspire me to fly off and explore
Again and again
I find reason
Again and again
I tell myself
Never to forget my dreams 
They are my passions of wealth

Copyright © Tricia Dunn | Year Posted 2005