To My Friend Becca Teagan and most notable poet,
Whos' blank white page now burst forth with brilliant autumn colors.
Where once a gentle poet penned her heart,
we look upon a sad and empty page,
there - common thoughts became embellished art
and hungry thirst for passion was assuaged.
So oft our search for peace takes crazy turns
to where we find a tempest as we lay,
and not the kindred meadow that we yearn,
instead, a love that hate and wrath betray.
Yet, lingers there, a pensive hungry soul,
and from within that passion strives to sing;
so close to shore, so close the barren shoal -
perhaps she'll hear the harbor bells we ring.
She IS the poem, she IS the "Fire's Glow",
"The waves of pure intensity" that grow...
(The quotes in the couplet are from Becca's poem "I Am Poetry")
My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean,
desires to spread
through virtuous threads
with thoughts, reflections,
colors from within -
yet at any given time
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded,
my ink runs dry.
When your mind is weary
and words silently suppressed
like an empty fountain
your muse drains with scarcity -
take my palette,
let your artistry flow,
Illuminating barren scripture.
With you, my colors shine
more richly, my ink flows
to satisfy my need
to touch, and be touched
by beauty.
Together
we observe in clear definition
as unblemished pages
are no longer innocent.
Silent One collaboration with Becca Teagan
Collaborated 3 July 2017
What, pull up a chair now, and sit down with you?
That’s a lovely idea, I like it, I do!
I’m due for a break and the boss, he won’t care.
Yes! Hold on a moment, I’ll pull up a chair!
Now as for that salad, well . . . I’d rather not
I’m not much on rainchokes and wassava’s hot!
A sharkflower topping? No, let me suggest
Our Brazzul Bean Sampler, now that is the best!
Oh, this is great fun, but I’m sorry to say
We’re all out or lardines, at least for today.
But you’re right, it won’t matter what food we eat
Just sitting beside you is such a good treat.
Do you come in here often to the Cat Hat Café?
(So sorry, that long name’s just too hard to say)
Do you still have some room for that cragberry ice?
On a slice of green muffin, now that would be nice!
What’s that you say, you’ll be staying a week?
Then you must join us Sunday for some Hide-n-I’ll-peak!
Thank you for sharing this time and your lunch.
Will you join me tomorrow for a chat and some brunch?
after "Please Pull Up a Chair" by Becca Teagan
To The Loveliest Lady At The Soup
Oh, lovely Becca why must you wish to go?
Please stay one more day at the Soup!
Your verses so beautiful with perfect flow,
please stay and be part of this group.
I too have days so dreary and confusing,
which door to choose when unsure-
You’re a winner in my heart and never losing,
let me tell you what the Soup is good for!
You see, here is a fellowship of other poets,
all trying to reveal intimate expressions-
You hold a true gifted pen and we all know it!
You have taught such good life lessons.
The Soup can be anything you wish it to be,
an outlet for emotions bottled inside-
A chance to rid yourself of life’s debris,
oh Becca, come back and please don’t hide!
We can travel this journey together,
write collaborations just you and I,
My only wish is you stay here forever,
just keep your wings spread and fly!
I know where you are coming from lady,
when circumstances change our view-
Becca, please come back, don’t say maybe,
for me and so many others adore you!
To Becca! Please stay at the Soup!
October 13, 2016
Bye Bye Becca
Rang through my ears in hell
I had to do the dishes now
But couldnt do them well.
The mopping and house cleaning
Looked me in the eye
Becca lift that pen and write
But all i did was cry.
Who will drive the children home
And polish off the car
I used to write, I used to dream
But now im just a fallen star.
Wake up Becca, wake up girl
I shot up with a start
Oh forget these mundane things
And pen with all your heart.
Poem by Farrah Veronica Sinha
Dear Becca, I am sending you,
this letter in verse from my soul,
giving you a piece of my heart.
Why wrap your poems up,
all the lovely fragments,
all the layers of beauty penned,
that soothed the heartbroken?
Are the winds blowing you relentlessly?
You have poured out your words like rain,
built up others, whispering kind words.
I whisper to you now, please stay,
gently, I want to convince you,
that endless storms come and go,
inflated egos and twisted images,
those with evil souls cannot touch beauty.
__________________________
October 5, 2016
Epistle Verse
(a verse letter addressed to a friend or person)
Submitted to the contest, Bye Bye Becca
sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis
First Place
Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
You’re a big girl; your life, your choice, your year
Come with me and enjoy the dance and cheer
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
Time to let loose, take your first batch of beer
Come with me and enjoy the dance and cheer
Would there be a chance, will you consider?
Time to let loose, take your first batch of beer
Ignore childish gibberish their insignificance
Would there be a chance, will you consider?
Just keep in mind you make a difference
Ignore childish gibberish their insignificance
From time to time risk is necessary
Just keep in mind you make a difference
Respect you deserve in your sanctuary
From time to time risk is necessary
You’re a big girl; your life, your choice, your year
Respect you deserve in your sanctuary
Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
It is so frustrating having everyone always telling you what you could or couldn’t do
10/3/2016
unmetered Pantoum
Becca, Dear Becca,
say it ain't so!
I hear that you're leaving and
from Soup you'll go.
You have many friends here,
who think you are a gem.
Don't listen to the haters.
You're so much better than them.
In fact, you should stay,
as they are probably just jealous,
of your sweetness and talent -
for poetry not pettiness they should be zealous.
Becca, dear Becca,
say you won't go!
You are a beautiful writer,
and loved more than you know!
10/1/16
For Jerry T Curtis "bye bye Becca" contest
Becca was my best friend
She was tall and pretty but no one ever noticed
Her golden hair fell to her waist
And her eyes as blue as the ocean
She was kind and honest
Not that any one cared or believed
At night when it was dark we would escape to the park and play
"Punish the weak for their lack of strength",
She would always say
"A little pain won't hurt them."
Her advise was always right I told my self
We were like a host and it's reflection
I could alway take her with every where I went
No one ever noticed she was even there.
But our time was short lived mama said she was the darkness within me
She cried every night
Not that I cared
It was only then when I was drowning the very people I loved
I saw my reflection for the very first time
And i saw becca in the light
I was walking with the darkness within me
_Anthea Ghobede
Not only doctors can heal
A writer too can bless a soul with motivation
Our readers are the souls sent to us to heal
No matter how small or voluminous your words
It could be someone's turning point
We are humans too
sometimes we want to drop the pen
and lie down on the beach, smelling the ocean
we want make more time for our responsibilities at home
but we have readers waiting to be motivated back to their dreams
because just like doctors, writers too heal
and writing is a calling
And if you leave Becca...if you stop writing your beautiful words
you leave a void only you can fill
because every poet, writer, has their unique way of healing
Let's continue writing Becca
Let's continue healing
Above all let's continue motivating
With this i plead you to continue writing Becca
because it's a destiny.
______________________________________
September 24, 2016.
For Jerry T Curtis' "Bye Bye Becca" contest.
B : what now thou art hold
M: Time.
B: Isn't that cold?!
M: Fever that is i'm told
B : Why yee bold
in some sort of fiction fold
do you not sense what i am in?
M : Time 's yet but a donor
what's the fuss for Becca.
B : what doth make of you then,ticking ?!
M : Times up
B : what are you talking about ?
M : 60 seconds
B : right.
She's the princess of the sonnets, the counter of your feet.
and if Shakespeare lived today he would need to keep it neat.
Them syllables best add up, and they better be well stressed.
But the best thing about Becca she will always help.
No na from our Becca because you forgot the date .
It's just genuine encouragement from Becca,because she's ace.
So come on Becca Teagan don't leave us on our own.
My sonnets would be more like limericks
and my haiku quite a mess.
comp entry 1909 in case your not as nice as becca
We have been through a lot of adventure as a family
in Poetry Soup - contests, blogs and discussions.
You've made Poetry Soup peaceful and awesome
with your charm and charisma.
Most people have stayed in Poetry Soup
because of you.....that's why I don't want you to leave
yet, Becca. If you do, a major spirit of hope will
vanish with you....
Becca Teagan I’ve heard that you’re leaving
My stomach is now churning and heaving
Salty tears start to flow
I don’t want you to go
You are loved here and now I am grieving
Dear Becca you are part of this group
Just take a break from poetry soup
So please take a rest
Then come back refreshed
And the souper’s will be cock a hoop!
Written for Bye Bye Becca Contest
Sponsored by Jerry T Curtis
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