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Details | Epic |
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing


to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |
My name is Gary Fields
And I am at the Poetry Convention
Their are a myriad of Poet's
They are all in contention
There are so many that I may
Want to mention'
So, pay attention
Fore they must do this
In abstention

At my table there are three
Their are four including me

The second choice in my contention
IS Dr. Ram Mehta
He is such an easy catch
He is a voice/a reflection
He shares' so much love and affection
Being one of so few words
His disposition is the best
And his Human Psyche will
Never rest'

Could this be some sort of test
That his deepest guarded  secret's
Are guarded close to his chest

Being a doctor and all
It is unlikely that he will ever confess

Third at the table is the X DESTROYER X POET
Due to the lack of word's
She always' have something for ya
And will certainly destroy ya
If not, then simply ignore ya
Fore she deserves' to seat here

And not just on the foyer

It is a main bone of contention
There is no reason why I can't  enjoy ya
Or at least releave the tension

With her advanced degree
her suplituding pensoin for Poetry
It seems' that her messages' are
Aimed straight for me
She give's to this her all
She never seem to miss a call

And to past the test
One may think that
She seem's to be a little obsessed
Most of all
She keeps' her secret
Buried so close to her breast
And what wonderful breast they
Might be

Only saving for us
The one's she profess to be the best
But never the less
She rises' among the rest

Fouth at the table is Ms. Sweetheart of Poetry
Wish she will spend more Poetry with me
And plain not just ignore me
Because I'm a fan of her now
She introduced me to this race
She is all ways' on the case

She is fully comfortable in her space
I just hope that she won't have to use 
All of her mace,
She composes' herself with grace
Fore this is so much an adventure
And not just some silly old Snail Race
If I haven't said enough by now
Then it is because I am running 
Out of space, or being run out of town
But, there is always one next year
Same time, manybe not
The same old place


Gary Fields
Dr. Ram Mehta
LINDA Marie/Sweetheart of Poetry

Carol (Next on Deck)

*******For the Contets "Tt The Convention
                                            JUNE 2011

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
Good poets like precision, real art is
an economy of words that define.
That is why the subject of love will mess
up even the wisest of poets that line 
up to talk much of unrequited love,
that sounds more like lust most of the time.
True love may not be eternal or above
ordinary humans but found to be divine
nevertheless because it endures in the coffee
made each morning, resides in the same bed
every night, lasts through mistakes and daffy
misunderstandings, diapers, children fed,
sickness, health and death, life's distracting lures.
When loved ones work at it, love endures.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.

Copyright © Karan Patade | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Two years ago, I gained a family of friends,
    it's with all of you, my spare time spends,

        Your poems have been an honor to judge,
            from this great place I just will not budge,

                It was here that I first learned how to grow,
                    only here can my own words freely flow,

                    Another awesome year with this creative group,
                         just happy to be in the mix of our Poetry Soup.

I joined this site on August 7th, 2013. Its only been 2 years, but it feels more like 10.
This has been such an amazing experience for me. Thank you all! 

Written - August 7th, 2015

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle

I was a woman scorn 
Unknowingly  cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended 
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and  I prayed 
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would 
prove to be a path of doom

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.

Copyright © Francis Twumasi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Shape |
*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I thought that it will be just a dream,
That YOU and I will become ONE for real;
Before, the least thing that I could do,
Is to be a dear friend to you.

We’ve known each other for almost a decade;
Classmates, Groupmates, Schoolmate that’s our label.
And after graduation, I thought it will fade,
The relationship we built that started out late.

Our lives shifted from highschool to college;
I’ll never expect that we’ll still see each other.
Then just from a single text we got this privilege,
Of continuing to get to know each other deeper.

We usually texts every now and then;
And we only just tease each other often.
Then to our cleverness, we come to an end;
To call each other “CHURA” by our pet name. 

But our journey to love wasn’t that easy.
We had our own relationships in between;
Still, I believe that we both own each one, kinda silly;
And maybe we prayed in God’s time we can call each MINE.

Unexpectedly God came in our way,
From a single question that I throw away;
We started to build the strong foundation,
Of genuine trust from our constant communication.

Trials came but still we stand firm;
Because we face those hurdles with grin.
We may not be the best couple,
But we are stronger and better if we’re together.

As you mentioned in your poem:
“That we don’t know what might happen next,
But let’s be patient and think for the best,
And be thankful coz we’re blessed
By loving each other and the rest.”

Yes! We really don’t know what might come;
But we could make things happen if we remain calm.
Let’s set aside our fears and give ourselves a chance;
By trusting each other and we’ll survived this romance. 

Michurz ko, I really do appreciate everything you do;
From constant reminders, teases and sweet nothings from you;
Even your efforts to make me smile everyday;
And off course to be there full of love on my birthday. 

I really don’t know why I do love you;
But one thing is for sure, I want to grow old with you. 
I will embrace the negativity and fears that you shed,
And make those scars you have mended.

Let’s be strong for each other.
Remove “I” but used “WE”
Coz we’re ONE in this battle;
And together we won’t’ be rattled.

Thank you for loving, trusting & inspiring me;
The smiles we shared and the problems we faced,
Only makes us stronger and wiser.
A couple centered in GOD and constantly understands each other.

I love you, I love all of YOU, Forever.
YOU and ME everyday. 

Michurz mo.

P.S. Imissyoumuch. :(

Copyright © Michurz Mo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Today I turn one on poetrysoup 
Today I want to say thank you
To all my friends here on soup
I remember the first poem I posted
I wasn't sure about being on a poetry website
Uncomfortable,  trust issues, new, lack of knowledge,.....you know all those things that come in play when you are in a new environment 
Plus am a little slow when it comes to technology

Written few weeks prior to joining psoup
It was a poem dedicated to all my friends
They all received it
They all loved it

Thank you for the love
Thank you for the support
Thank you for the embrace
Thank you for the advice

Wherever I go,
This will always be my home 

*Sometimes I visit, I don't always log in but I read from afar and the new energy,  the new posts, the new creations always leave a smile on me. I still read, it seems I never leave comments anymore.....'cos of so many reasons that I myself can't even understand....please don't judge, maybe it's just a phase in my writing journey as I continue to discover myself. I have mad love and great memories of the great poets i've met here*

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Name |
The family was seeking my acceptance.
Dad told me, his family is very nice,
And he is reserved kind of person,
I was also delighted, he was quite smart.

The day came, he booked a carriage,
To pick me as a bride from the Church,
We had a round in the town and went off,
To attend a celebration, where it was arranged.

My dad presented me a brand new car as a gift,
After finishing the party, we had a honeymoon booked,
We were very happy for this arranged marriage,
My dreams came to touch my sleepy beauty.
I have seen a strange and burning body,
Flames were exciting me and my feelings,
Realised a peace song that was delivering,
A cool and I were nearly nearly exhausted.

When he came, he was a little drunk, 
When he touched my body I melted as ice,
I thought, he will enjoy me whole night a sip,
I was strange as I was lying in a pool.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005

Details | Haiku |

a great piece of art
of the unknown is featured,
on his special day 

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.

Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?" 
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord. 
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty; 
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.

Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!  

And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
>For those of you who do not know me, I have to write as those words come to me.  Otherwise they seem to float away and not return.  That's all I can say.

I lost Jesus.

I never made it to bed tonight.
Brain told me I had to write.
Perhaps to make peace alright.
As I’d lost Jesus yes that’s right.

Was on a crucifix He was.
Crucified as was what He was.
When I looked at it one night,
my crucifix did not look right.
As I’d lost Jesus yes that’s right.

I searched for his figure everywhere.
If my hair was not so short,
I’d pull it out in despair.
But as I could not, felt such a clot.
As I’d lost Jesus, I kid you not.

The other day, my heart did glow.
My health had so improved.  You know.
As I stared at that bare cross.
Jesus had not lost me.  No He had not.

My heart, then felt alive.
I really had nothing to hide.
You see Jesus is alive.
And that their cross will now thrive.

I’ll wear it proud around my neck.
Complete with holes.  You can bet.
As He rose high to Calvary,
I thank God, Jesus did not forget me.

And that is all I was called to write as Easter is soon to be upon us.  I hope you do not mind me sharing whatever it was that caused my pen to write, as it did.  I shall try and print exactly what I wrote, so any errors I guess they are my misinterpretation.  Happy Easter everyone when it comes.   Jesus is not on my crucifix.  And the best thing is, I have not lost Him.   Stanley (The mad Author)<

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
H  aiku,maybe a monoku
A  n acrostic or two
P  astoral poems,perhaps
P  erceived ,just for 
Y  ou

N  arrative vignette
E  kphrasis,you bet
W  ith honour & a prize to net

Y  our words in verse or
E  pulaeryu
A  contest to celebrate and
R  ing in the new

Happy 2010 to everyone who supported my 2009 contests.Thank you

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Banned Books Week Thirtieth Anniversary

By Elton Camp

That some books are contemptible I must agree
But that’s not some fanatic’s call, but up to me

When books the government undertakes to ban
That type censorship can quickly get out of hand

Judith Krug of the American Library Association
Was, in 1982, responsible for the week’s creation

A “challenge” is a request some book be banned
Surprising ones have been subjects of this demand

Golding’s Lord of the Flies has seen banning tries
And To Kill a Mockingbird has been called unwise

Orwell’s Animal Farm has been said to bring harm
Since self-appointed censors satire does alarm

Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl is called unfit
By those who, in righteous judgment, try to sit

Even though Mark Twain was liberal for his day
Huckleberry Finn some have tried to put away

The American Heritage Dictionary was not fine
Because “objectionable words” it chose to define

Catch 22 and Salinger’s classic, Catcher in the Rye
To bring about censorship quite a few will still try

Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 about censorship is one
That the “righteous” have put under the critic’s gun

Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath was once even burned
Because vulgar words the censor’s anger it earned

What gives others the right for them to try to decide
What books are unfit to read and then them hide?

Sex and violence the Bible often candidly tells about 
For it to be banned will we someday hear that shout?

When bad about some writing a critic has said
It is likely that by a young person it will be read

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dodoitsu |
Cupid, be my messenger...
take this letter to Emma;
and while your wings ride the wind,
she'll smile down below.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
It’s Ian Fleming’s birthday
The guy who wrote James Bond
Who always teeters on the edge
Then took a step beyond
Let’s raise a glass to toast him
Wherever he’s interred
And make it a Vodka Martini
Shaken but not stirred

And while we’re talking birthdays
I’m sure the C C R
Without the great John Fogerty
Would not have gotten far
So if I’m “looking out my backdoor”
And see a “bad moon rising”
Or think I hear Ms. “Suzie Q”
It should not be surprising
This talented song writer
Has written quite a few
And it was on this day in May
He was “born on the Bayou”

Mdailey	5/28/11

I have always enjoyed the writings of each of these men

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |
it was a long process 
part of me I confess 
looking at this baby 
it was just as crazy 

from primordial soup 
life itself in a swoop 
Poetrysoup the womb 
web delivery room  

together we now shape 
my baby’s great escape 
your positive words build 
an infant now fulfilled 

I’m the baby father 
and very proud author 

- Soup Anniversary Poem-

Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
I'll tell you a tale that's full of intrigue,
of a great singing contest that is in the first league.
Hosted by Sweden, the teams all appeared,
and the music and vocals were loved and revered. 

Countries had voted, their acts were the best,
and they carried the honour at this musical fest.
Glitter and glitz was the name of the day,
and the ladies excelled themselves, I really must say.

Each act did perform, watched by millions, agog
and each sang their heart out, trying to be the top dog.
Some songs were great, and others not so,
but diversification is the name of the show.

Australia was leading being way out in front,
'til the peeople's vote changed, the whole battlefront.
Positions were moving with frightening speed,
as countries spoke out what their folks had decreed.

The favourites were lagging, the outsiders stormed through,
and poor Britain was left towards the end of the queue.
Russia was beaten, against all the odds,
as the mid europeans went against them in squads.

It's over again, for another long year,
but the joy of the winners brought many a tear.
Ukraine had the song that's the new figurehead, 
But politics again, reared its ugly old head.

Copyright © Deric Barry | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
to the fact
its on paper written down
than its sound
and will get around
for good deed
thoes who read
yes it walks

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Tonight the stars are in my eyes
Tomorrow comes as no surprise
In the morning when I rise
Another years has slipped me by...
It marks the day of my first breath 
Don't know how many I have left
But each heartbeat in my chest
Has given me a chance at best...
So I thank the lord upon my knees
He speaks to me within a breeze
And before I start my day
It's him I want to hear me say...
I'm grateful for so many dawns
And any seed I may have spawned
Cuz after I am dead and gone
It's thru my children I live on...

Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
The five month anniversary of submitting my first write.
I've no qualifications and basic education
with a mind of determination and opinionated foresight.

Sometimes I am rude and offend,
but I never pretend to be polite or assert untruthfully,
whether friend or foe a truth I will show.

I openly express my views on politics and religion to football and the dodo.
I hope you know I don't do it to upset though.
I can let go of my inhibitions and input intuition,
then go toe to toe in a head to head and instantly show I'm a mighty a-hole.

I'm hastily having head rushes hour after hour,
passing on horrendous views that have been refused
by faith and cult beings that believe in,
the Illuminati and parting of the Red Sea.

I wrote a rhyming Ing poem showing the Ing to be a fun little thing.
I have nothing else to saying about that poe-ing.

Raw talent writing with a balance of subject matter, 
not sure of my stature cus it really doesn't factor in my mind,
I find, I don't need to flatter, but I will always be kind,
because that's the kind of fella I am
the same whether you're a rain or sun umbrella.
Merging two sentences together, whatever, whatever,
I think it's clever, and that'll never wither whatever the whether.

So here's to the first 5 on poetrysoup,
writing has kept me alive there's no refute.

9/11 or 11/9, the anniversary the mighty fell,
and with it I rose up escaping hell.

Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018