To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask
I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing
A month after I joined soup an e-mail appeared
It said I was a ‘Premium Member’ it was so weird
I contacted soup said a mistake has been made
I’m a Premium Member … but I haven’t paid
They said the donor of my gift didn’t wish to be named
But I had no way to thank them, I felt so ashamed
I wrote a thank you poem so that they would know
Someone made it a favourite – but their name didn’t show
I later learned it was FJ Thomas, but by then she’d left the site
I wanted to make her proud of me, so I tried very hard to write
I’d not written a poem for many years,not since I was at school
Began writing when my hubby got cancer – a disease so cruel
Flo’s gift to a complete stranger meant the whole world to me
Writing became my lifeline I hope I’ve used her gift wisely
Since joining soup I began to collaborate
You really should try it - it really is great
Teamed up with a guy called Darren Watson
His sense of humour was awesome oh boy we had some fun
I was a complete beginner and Darren encouraged me
Telling me how well I wrote and he loved my creativity
We began to collaborate as Jadazzle United
Our friendship blossomed, we were simply delighted
E mails would fly and my self confidence soared
With Darren around there was no time to be bored
My world was shattered when dad was diagnosed with cancer
Darren was there to comfort me, often with a witty answer
Sadly Darren became ill and our writing came to an end
I spent many many weeks trying to trace my lovely friend
Contact was established with his family and after over a year
I got an e mail from Darren, I was overjoyed to hear
Darren’s positivity for the future gave my heart a lift
Our friendship is so precious just like a priceless gift
We’ve both had ups and downs in our lives recently
We're writing together again and we’re as happy as can be
Contest:- Poetry Soup Heroes
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
My Poetry Soup heros
F J Thomas
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry,
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments.
This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
It is a dazzling display of brilliance, this conglomeration of constellations from different skies above as many different seas. I look at them, and feel the spark within my being. So, like a wounded soldier from the battlefield of life, I take little tentative steps, slowly but surely getting back the hang of walking with my poetic words after having been paralyzed for years. Gentle souls warmly welcome and offer as crutch a kind note or two, and not a few offer a glass of their own wise concoction when my throat and thoughts seem dry.
a little star blinks
with millions in milky way ~
words flow from a quill
I start having fun and develop new friendships, and as my own unsure steps strengthen with each passing day I continue to soak and absorb the light from the sun and glow from the moon and stars thousands of miles away. I realize that in this artworld no less than the creator has pioneered and trailblazed by the masters of years past, there is a place for all who dares to put down thoughts, fantasies and dreams in words and puts them out there to share with everyone.
hitched a wagon to the stars ~
words form into poems
A lesson this experience brings me is that with all the glitter emanating from each brilliant star there lies within a heart battle scarred, just like me… some maybe more than others. Those golden stardusts are but byproducts of myriad encounters common to this life’s journey. If one finds herself in the trail of a hurtling comet, one should not be dismayed, but get out of the way for it is nothing personal. Odd but true, that sometimes it is the comet’s panacea for the pain nature has ordained. However, so long as I do not set out to cause undue disruption in someone’s sky travel, I should not allow the comet, or any star for that matter, to dictate my direction. I have my own path to tread.
stars come out at night
brighter after a wild storm ~
poems take new brilliance
13 November 2015
Creative Haibun Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
I have a new far away friend
I wish could live just round the bend
who's poems I find
so pleasant and kind
there aren't enough flowers to send
With the pen of a poet you write
as a message of hope in our plight
with beauty and grace
a gently left trace
to challenge a deeper insight
I imagine the way you would look
see you happiest writing a book
of places and times
and all of life's lessons you took
Our souls have been fed by a fire
and we share in a common desire
to have a true friend
for the ride to the end
of our goals as they raise ever higher
Though all I can see is your name
I still hear your voice just the same
it speaks to me dearly
and calls to me clearly
through poetry destined for fame
I'm blessed for my far away friend
who will never live just round the bend
for I see a smile
with poetic style
in each posted poem you send
In the world of the mountains you climb
thank you for taking the time
to lift up my soul
with renewed sense of whole
from your words that so cleverly rhyme
Thank you my friends.
Copyright © Jeannie Minor | Year Posted 2016
If you could look into my eyes.
I know what you would see.
You would see my very heart.
Looking out at you from me.
From a distance I’m no different.
Than anyone else you know.
But if you were to come closer.
There is much more here to show.
We could chat for hours on end.
Or call on the phone and talk.
But if you could step inside me.
I’d take you for a walk.
You see those mountains over there.
I’ve climbed them all but one.
But I still hope to master it.
Before my life is done.
Up there in the rocks you see.
The bones of dragons I have slain.
I fought with everything I had.
Until not one of them remain.
Along this muddy river.
Are the shells of bridges I have burned.
Inside this old tattered book.
Are the lessons I have learned.
This river we are standing near.
That looks so deep and wide.
Its not made of rain from heaven.
It’s made from tears I cried.
The mansion on that hill right there.
On its door you’ll find my name.
No one lives there anymore.
That’s my house of shame.
On down this road a little ways.
Will put a smile on your face.
Because right around the corner.
You’ll see my happy place.
It’s filled with all the things I’ve done.
That made somebody smile.
If you start getting tired.
We could rest here for awhile.
Though there’s more much more to see.
You’re welcome here anytime.
We can come back later.
Perhaps some other rhyme.
You see that bright light shining.
We’re not quite finished yet.
That light’s the smile you gave me.
The first moment that we met.
It helps me weather every storm.
With wind and rain unfurled.
So what your smile does for me.
Is it lights up my whole world.
Edwin C Hofert.
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
It's like the same ordinary day,
When pen and thoughts unite.
Muse and views haunt my mind.
This is a day I celebrate and write.
One year of expressing love,
One year of creating rhymes.
One year of friendship on line.
Counting more happiness to find.
November last year when I took a path,
towards serenity and blissful life.
The only site cradled me in storm.
Oh Poetrysoup ,my finest home.
Remembering the sweet comments one by one.
Numerous name came in and out then say goodbye.
But the memories remain here inside my heart.
And keep visiting pages of my dear ones.
A year of struggles and defeat,
A year I love to celebrate.
Thank you for the opportunities.
I learn to write and express my self.
Happy 1st Anniversary in Poetrysoup ...
One year and still counting.....
THANK YOU FOR THE VISIT. Til more poems to share with you dear friends.
Thank you Nette Onclaud, Anne Lise , Deb, Andrea , Vie , Aileen Ghali, Olive, Giorgio, Chuck, Richard, Dr. Mehta ,Sara Kendrick, Dr. Sharma , Verlena, Inner Whispers , Jake Ponce, and to all the Souper Poets who supported my poems .
The honor is mine to have you and to be part of Poetry Soup.
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
Jesus provides our needs...
Just ask Him and you will see.
Give Him the praise,
He is the Lord of our destiny.
God is faithful to His own...
Praise Him in song.
It pleases Him to be
The one who provides for you and me.
Trust Him to lead...
He is there to help us believe.
His love is unconditional,
Jesus is the rock that we stand on.
He will not fail or leave us...
It is because of Him that we can trust.
Have faith in our Lord and Savior.
It's because of Him that we find favor.
Thank you Lord...
For giving to us Your Son.
Thank you for providing for your own,
For Jesus is our provider and our song.
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
God has given us a cirlcle of friends,
where his Love has no ends,
in our cirlce of friends we can thrive and grow,
and more things about God we can come to know,
in the centre of our cirlce the Lord will always be there,
as we pray and as we share,
thank you Lord for heather and mac who always show that they care, thank you that they always welcome us there,
thank you Lord for your Love that has no ends,
thank you that we have been blessed with our circle of friends.
this was writen for my small group at church, but I also feel the same about my poetry soup friends right here, we can thrive and grow and encourage each other to grow and just be there spuring one another on in God's Love and the gift he has given us to write poetry for him. Amen. God bless all my friends here on poetry soup from diane xx all you are special treaures and have great value, even if some don't let it show, but always know that God loves you and very greatly so.
Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2012
There was a poet at PoetrySoup
Whose only wish was to help the group
Poems he wrote every day
Just wanted good things to say
Disappointed though, he left to recoup!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
17 MARCH 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013
My black pen.
The way you flow,
And tell my tale.
You spill my thoughts,
And always prevail.
My soul bleeds out,
Through your black ink..
Everytime that my thoughts,
Had started to sink.
You let me drain my pain out,
In smooth cursive letters..
And I smile,
As your black ink, stains..
My newly purchased,
Lined white paper.
You relieve me,
As you leave a trail of my angst.
Thank you black pen..
For being my strength.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
Cheese curds make my day.
My wife has a daily habit
Of caring for all my needs.
She keeps her eyes wide open
To see what she can see.
This week was no exception
As she neared the dairy case.
Greeted by one of my favorites
Now staring her in the face.
You see. . . I love cheese curds.
I even love their squeaky sound.
When she finds real fresh ones
I can eat them by the pound.
Several months ago,
A nearby dairy closed its door.
Never to make great curds again
No. . . never “curds” no more.
Shullsburg, Wi. was the next place
We’d make the day long drive to.
When we’d go so far fetch,
We’d always buy more than a few.
But it goes against my “system”
When those curds are in the home.
I’m always “digging” in the frig
I can’t leave those curds alone.
But as sometimes life will go
Our local grocer now has in stock
So we can buy fresh curds
Without driving a "million blocks”.
She announced as she returned
From the weekly trek she makes.
“The store had some ‘new’ curds”
To mention curds is all it takes.
I quickly fought open the package
To taste and hear that sound.
I scarfed down several chunks
Before in the frig they’re bound.
“Oh my !” is what I shouted.
These curds are really best.
But at my age, I must control
The quantities I now ingest.
For my old system can’t tolerate
All the cheese I’d like to eat.
So I must regulate the flow
Save my curds for just a treat.
My son, however: doesn’t seem care.
He can mow them down full feed.
But I know “our kitchen tender”
Will supply us all we need.
So “Thank you” Homestead Dairy
And all the folks involved in that.
I’ll be up to see your operation
Maybe get to see you “stir the vat”. :o)
A parting note to all Christian readers,
I’ve a thought about life’s end.
With all the banquets talked about,
I trust my curds “someone” will send.
Written by oldbuck to commemorate the discovery of a “local” supply for fresh curds. Curds and crisp bacon are two of my favorite foods.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2016
Copyright © James Robertson | Year Posted 2014
For the sake of Humanity, who walks on thin rope,
I give up any pleasure and neglect every need...
along this sunny path I must plant a seed
of hope; isn't this the only reason I grope:
to live and leave deep, memorable footprints
than no rain can wash away in minutes?
I came across some wonderful friends
who vowed me with their inspiring words;
their craft I learned and got rewards:
a trophy received from Laura Mckenzie
excited me and sent me into an indescribable frenzy...
it still stands on my desk as an heirloom of victory!
No dreamer's journey has been like mine,
dreaming up a concept and achieve it in a limited time;
I struggled, but courage didn't dimmer:
exposing controversial thoughts meant not to offend...
some liked them, others despised them!
Although my quest for poetry turned into an obsession: I started losing hair,
sleep and hunger for food: it became the very air I breathed;
will anybody come to my grave, read my epitaph and not be afraid?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
We are thankful Dear God for this grace
that enabled GCSolutions to score a brace.
We shone in Thy mercy, shielded from disgrace
We lifted our hands and you gave us a warm embrace;
You changed our name to Majiyagbe
Abi...Many storms had gone by,and people
had become eni igbagbe
But you caused our hearts to sing like a Nightingale....
Amidst turbulent waters our ship continues to sail!
Copyright © ADEDAYO GALI | Year Posted 2015
July nine twenty fifteen
Someone did something great, I sing
Am still in shock I cannot even rhyme
Who is this wonderful soul?
My bundle of joy
My picture of strength
My gift card of appreciation
I can only say THANK YOU
Thank you Thank you from the deepest part of my heart.
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
Ode to a Generous Friend
I’ve a long time friend
That loves to go fishin’
Where you throw out some bait
While doin' 'strong wishin'
That something down under
Will be there just waiting
That you’ve made the right guess
When pickin’ you baiting.
Well he seems to have good luck
When he goes to those “great lakes”.
Up North to boundary waters
Near a week, it often takes.
They fish from sun up
Till way late in the day.
More hours than they’d work :o)
But for them this is “play”.
There are strict government limits
On the number you can keep.
Sometimes it’s a real struggle
To pull them up from the deep.
But as is often the case,
He caught there his limit
From his good fortune
We so often share in it.
My wife’s a real fish lover
Just beams when she hears
He’s brought her fresh fish
As he’s done many years.
They come to our kitchen
All cleaned and filleted
No easier fish dinner
Ever could be made.
This time it was great Walleye
Plus some Northeren pike cuts.
He supplied a good variety
We won’t experience a flavor rut.
They went up in the freezer
But will be eaten real soon.
Frying fish is a science
To get the smell from the room. :o)
A few days ago, I spotted
Thawing fish on the bar
Of course as a signal
Fried fish can’t be far.
I knew for my dinner
A big treat lay ahead
When I took my first bite
I sounded out of my head.
It was breaded, with a crust
Never tasted any better
I knew there and there,
Best write him a letter.
Of course my wife loved it
She’d eat fish a bit more.
When a friend brings it “fresh”
You know good eating’s in store.
Today we're at a garage sale
Our daughters are having.
I’m a sucker for a bargain
Try to do some deal grabbing
There was a little fish creel
Reminded me of my friend.
I brought it home proudly
And to him I will now send.
Once again I cheat a card shop
Out of 4 or 5 buck$
I’ll send him this rhyme
As it’s one of oldbucks
I’ve often heard said:
But not sure who raised the chatter
“It’s not the gifts cost”
“But the thought that should matter”.
So: Here now sent to my friend
Is a bit of good humor.
Maybe sometime at a party
A good “white elephant” mover. :o)
Written by oldbuck, July 28, 2017, as a greeting to accompany a silly gift, purchased as a way to thank a friend for a thoughtful gesture. One of those little gifts that may have been a greater blessing to give than receive. :o)
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2017
Stanley Russell Harris (ME)
The new Mad Author
When my books begin to sell.
From, ‘feedaread,’ where they dwell!
And I’m as rich as blinking well…
You know, rolling in that thing called money.
With figures in front of those zeros,
so the balance is not funny.
Do you know the first thing I must buy?
It’s a house by the sea for the wife and I!
Then, after helping the family and things like that.
Do you know what I would do?
Well read on and I will tell you.
I would look at charities.
That closed their doors, to those in need.
That helped the sick in mind or lame.
Those by themselves who have problems, within their life, it to maintain.
Help those homeless as well.
If only my bank account would swell.
Alas, until that I cannot do.
And that is all down to you!
As you have none of my books, you know.
Not one is in your bookcase so.
I will now tell you what to do.
Visit, ‘feedaread,’ that’s spelt right too.
Look for Stanley Russell Harris. That's me.
Then for. ‘Poems. Some happy, some sad, some to make you glad.’
Ten books of poetry there do be!
The adventures of, ‘Smarty a search and rescue dog.’
Many books his adventures do hog.
Then there is, ‘Smarty the Future 2061.’
His secrets here I cannot tell of one.
As that might ruin your enjoyable fun!
Anyway that's a trilogy
So you might have to buy books all three!
‘Short animal and bird tails (tales, Dragon tales.) Is what I said.’
Of course the first book I did write.
Was, ‘A patient from Papworth, yes that’s right.’
How the NHS saved my life no less.
Got me out of a hell of a mess.
So now you know the books I did write.
Spread the words to your friends tonight.
Okay, it can be in the day.
So please get your fingers clicking right away.
And let’s see who’s next, we’ll help one day.
And on this subject, that’s all for now I will say.
I’ll save the rest for another day, lol .
(The new mad Author)
PS. I know it is too long. Nicole Harris. I know!!
Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2017
( A THANK YOU! for several comments from poet Angichi Pombi of PoemHunter.com)
Your praise overwhelms with fog blanket of feeling
A magical gift, undeserved at same time,
Such a vision of rapture it sends senses reeling,
My voice is just wave-broken sea shell of rhyme.
I sit on the beach watching sunset in far West,
Perspective fades out, rolling fog kisses shore,
Whale pod family frolics, includes me, I’m their guest;
The calves’ heads are spinning, could heaven do more?
Could diamonds and gold dust from meteor shower
Be gift for the poet, so humbled by praise?
Though in darkest of moments, fear lies in this hour:
Such judgments pass poet for all of his days!
No, let me instead embrace views of all readers,
As grist for the mill that might polish my art,
Spin with calves at staid jealousy of bottom feeders,
All appetites sweep sea, let me play a part.
February 19, 2017
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2017
Thank you to David & Jan:
Good friends from our church
We often can spot them
To the left of our perch.
But the point of my time
Now spent at the screen
Is to “Thank you” both
For your card, it is keen.
I received it today
By government mail
Some folks today
Feel that’s using “a snail.”
But for me and my kin
We appreciate that care
And knew when we saw it
Ms. Jan had been there.
What lovely art work
The message chocked me up
I knew I’d need reply
Soon as I finished my “sup”
So here’s my response
To the time that you took
It’s a very good example
Of a message from The Book
Pastor shared with us
Just one Sunday back
We should show love to others
Where ever we track.
It should start in our homes
Amongst our own blood
Then into the church
Pour out love like a flood.
Well I’ve know you folks now
For quite a long while
There is no other family
Shares a big welcoming smile
Like your thoughtful crew,
From the first to the last.
And will now forever
If we judge from their past.
But I’ve gone on too long
Which is part of my “style”
I’ll not bug you again
At least not for a while.
Written by oldbuck Feb.21, 2017
Upon receiving a hand-made
Birthday card from a family in our church.
As they take their faith outside church walls.
Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
~ This is a form of poetry called "Concrete" or form poetry or given another form name, it would be
some of the characteristics as well of a form of poetry called, "Dirty Pretty: Where the words form a picture
pertaining to the main theme or idea or themes of the poem itself, thereby giving it a more encompassing
view or understanding for the reader. ~
~ There was a liberty bell representing freedom. A Key that represents the way to freedom. A man of hatred
representing hate itself. An exclamation mark, representing the main idea of the poem itself, and a bird of
peace carrying and an aeolian liberty in its beak! ~
~ In this poem, the man of hatred, placing himself above the needs of the world, and- an eternal peace and
love, trying-to-know liberty, in turn, sadly through his fear and envy, his growing distrust of God and man
blocks only himself and others from the key. Which has always been accepting through the example of Jesus
Christ in love fully its-part. The honest and spiritless truth-of-its hand, the true Achilles heal of man, living in
darkness through the rejection of God its bitter greed, and blind indifference of another's cry for freedom
love and peace. ~
~ So may your genuine movements of the heart secure for yourself, and for another always, a perfect
peace, leaving its joy with another and you, and may then your love for life, be as generous, allowing your
spirit to fly in freedom in grace. As you grow in faith and trust, to know her well, soaring higher and higher
moving in perfect harmony with her ... the world, God, forever inspired through this;- and living-eternally;-
free ... ~
~ Thank you for reading ... bless you ... ~
~ The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them
with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work
with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in
the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I
choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the
same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
I just love to read and write
Pen my thoughts day and night.
I just write what I like
And now and then what I don't like.
I thank all my readers too.
Sometimes we share alike view.
Your feedback is so encouraging
My friends and poetry are such a blessing!
Most of my readers seem to like me.
Love what in my poetry I have to say.
I write with all my heart on the golden sands
Of time and I just hope that you understand.
Readers ask me "please never stop writing!"
Again I thank you for this asking.
You're so kind for this requesting.
And I never want to stop penning.
I've met and made some good friends
Some fine folks online I have befriend.
All these people in the flesh I don't know.
But in my heart I do and that's so.
I thank all my dear readers and friends.
Thanks for all the love to me you send.
I appreciate so much all your support.
All my friends are such a great sport!
Readers tell me" never stop writing!"
And I never want to cease penning.
Most of my readers seem to like me.
And knowing this makes me so happy!
My gift of writing is such a blessing.
And I will never stop writing.
I thank you all my readers and friends.
Thanks for all the love to me you send.
I just love to read and write.
Pen my thoughts day and night.
Most of my readers seem to like me.
And knowing this makes me so happy!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2009