Best Added Poems
cherry blossoms fall
confetti cast to the wind
tumbling to the ground
orange koi swimming
summer rain upon the pond
lotus of soft blush
bamboo whispering
their voices sing at twilight
serenade the moon
fire fades from the sun
low upon the horizon
bowing to the sea
rays of light shimmering gold
sunset crosses the threshold
***I posted this series of Japanese writings at the request of Dale Cozart. He saw the beauty of nature through these simple words on another poetry site. I thank you, Dale, and the many of you who now see it, too. It was entered in a contest, but the judge thought it lacked 'punch,' and called it "insipid."
A Nipponnet is comprised of three Haiku and a Tanka
Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles
Gotta keep working an extra few years
(Not like years ago)
Governments are screwing us for every dime
I can’t afford a bottle of wine
Hip's been replaced
Yes I’m getting old
I’m too old to twerk
But I’m so needy
and my pension won’t feed me
But I’m ninety four!
Written after being inspired by ‘Stupid People’ poem by SillyBilly theKidster
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/stupid_people_900910
05~16~17
Now That I'm 64 by SillyBilly the Kidster
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
05~17~17
As thephilosopher readies for his p soup anniversary
Remembering he found this place last Christmas Day
Surely the best gift he did receive
Now for some holiday fun, DON”T LEAVE
Denise Narayadu I can't end the line with her name
To mispronounce it with a bad rhyme would be a shame
Her writing has very much intrigued me
In her poems often it's myself that I see
Of Anne Lise Andressen what can I toast
She's in a contest of which Debbi G is the host
Of who Santa Clause is her knowledge has a lack
If she asked I could easily have told her it's Jack
I mean look at Jack, white beard, hair a jolly feller
If my put my original line here, I'd be locked in a cellar
Any American could mistake Canada for the north pole
It's cold, I've never been there and at times there's a lot of snow
Jack Ellison in his Santa role this time of year
Oh from the straight and narrow often does he veer
Constant approval from the p soup ladies, I know he smiles
If I was Santa his naughty list would stretch for miles
Andrea D secretly a hater of the Villanelle
That’s atrocious what’s my basis you say
She hosted a contest and a thousand forms she will allow
BUT a max of 12 lines leaves me saying CHINGADO
PD, the SWEETEST poet destroyer she told me
A philosopher asks how sweet a destroyer can be
The poet in me reads her work with much confusion
The imagery addicting but my understanding a delusion
Becca Lucas the girl who lost her muse
If she had schizophrenia she may have several to lose
However several other problems this would pose
If one of them was mean I may be a victim of her prose
FJ Thomas gave me the wonderful gift of the Fibonacci
She might deserve a song but my muse isn’t Liberace
She wrote the Art of Being Broken, a deep piece but not long
Did some guy really leave a comment quoting a poison song
And finally I will close with Richard Lamoureux
If you haven’t seen his clerihew read it TODAY
Quiet humorous, he pokes fun with affection
His first clerihew was a work of perfection
Yes on a few new names Wayland did call
Unfortunately he still hasn’t got to them all
Some he intentionally won’t mention
It’s Christmas Eve and he seeks no dissention
There are a few gentlemen I admire
Whose lovely poems set my heart afire
Though we live far apart
They all captured my heart
Their romantic verses make me perspire.
I dare not expose each poet by name
Cuz I'm afraid that would make them fair game
To the women of soup
Who would make a swift swoop
To put flirty moves on each manly flame.
I'd best keep their IDs close to my vest
And imagine their heads upon my breast
While I pretend their lines
Are for me... valentines
And my breasts only used as a headrest.
Jenna
I dreamt I was lying on her soft breast
As cushions go they were simply the best
Then there was a loud beep
And I woke from my sleep
But I'll never forget her treasure chest...
Tom C.
One's lucky to pass the gravity test
With breasts able to use as a headrest
When they start to swing low
Reaching to your elbow
Those fantasy men will not be impressed.
Belle B.
Some soup poetesses leave me cold
Others make me feel lusty and bold
Then one I met
But to my regret
She just craved my bulging--billfold!
Robert Gorelick
Soft subtle brushes floating in a sea
of anticipation bubble across jagged
scars running effortlessly upon a
beaten chest eye lashes flickering
flirting every time a simple hum
in satisfaction flows out the corners
of a muted mouth a tongue twisted
and tied from the beauty glowing
gliding effortlessly washing away
pain hibernating in a sedated heart
waiting for step sisters to step aside
allow shadowed dancers to proceed
and locked up lovers to live free
Sure like my image to be added to Mount Rushmore
It could be animated with me chuckling forevermore
In the history books I'd be
One who wrote about pee
Not very dignified but a poet top drawer
© Jack Ellison 2015
Never in my world have I had anything to fight for, but you
I've been through hell and back only if you knew
We kept our relationship on the down low
We snuck around so that nobody important would know
We had our moments, were goodbye seemed to long
Even if it was for a minute, it felt so wrong
You left your dad, ran away for a night
Had your godparents worried, and your dad at fright
That was the turning point from good to sour
Now were done, and I feel like I have no power
I cried myself to sleep, woke up with tears
Couldn' beleive it, thought it was a nightmare
It was just reality, it didn't want to sink in
I'll always remember way back when
We cruised around, listening to tangled up in you
Knowing every word was beyond true
What do I do now, where do I start
I gave you my heart, and all you did was tear it appart
You were my strength, that guided my will
You were the pain taken away without the pill
Now your gone, what do I do, what did I do wrong
Do I turn to the bottle, hit up that bong
Im at lost for words, never felt so worthless
but I have a lot to confess
I would do the same for you, Leave out all the rest
Just to show you my love, and how it will never be A test
My fate, Is you, my love is true
without you I'd die, my world would be blue
I'm not loosing my reason to try
I wont give up unti the day thatl I die
It's you I need, and I know you need me
One day, you will know, and be able to see
I will rescue you, even if I have to go through hell
Its you I need, Its you Danielle
You and me belong together
no matter the day, no matter the weather
Through stormy skies, and blizzard like conditions
Always remember, our loves mission
When your birthday?
Your birthday today?
How old you?
I'm ten y/o.
Well... Happy
Happy
Birthday
Yo.
I didn't
Say it was my birthday though.
Red face; blush.
When your birthday?
My birthday ...
everyday.
All day long.
When your birthday?
Mine only comes once
A
Year.
It called Earth Day.
What?
Yeah, I wish that
My birthday was
Everyday.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'll share with you.
Oh really?
It doesn't seem that way to me.
Well,
Mr. Earth,
I will share with you.
That I already knew
A
Secret.
Today only my birthday;
Your birthday too.
11:54pm
4-15-15
Dedicated to Avril and Paxton... Love Dad... (Know that you are extra-special)
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Art is our way home to finding ourselves
We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking. We tippy
toed across a tight rope, looking for some sort of answer from dangerous lovers, like hope.
She the tigress and I the poetess brought together by similar circumstance
Oxycontin madness
With men who constantly chased after their addiction.
Placing importance over their next fix over our happiness.
We were resilient, goddesses of patience
Two ships, headed towards the rocky shore, we ignored the guidance of the lighthouse. We
used our hearts as and emotions to navigate blindly Feeling through the darkness.
Your mind will always be illuminating, when it is the darkest.
Wearied travellers....
Of Love.... and Life. Let the wind carry you through the pain like a kite.
Grab onto your easels like a lifeline. Your paintbrush will be your escape, with each
brush stroke. Simple little joy, a hug when you need it for your ego
Art is the essence of self love......so love yourrrrrrrrr self.
Let your soul take a walk,
Your mind will be your deliverance to freedom, unlocking the key to your eternal kingdom.
Press the paint between your palms, become one with the medium.
Our poetry is the closet thing to Touching god.
Allah, Buddha, Jesus Christ, Ishvara, Yahweh, and all the Hindu dieties
I worship thee on my KNEES for enlightening me, granting the gift of this serenity
We are the Irises that still flourish after the avalanche
Diamond thick skin Heroines
we write...........................
To set off a bouquet of explosively delicious fireworks, in the creation of our thoughts
Exploding magnificent technicolours into the deep recesses of our minds
Completely liberated from our insecurities
We press our pens together like swords , all for one and one for all
An everlasting oath to protect what we lost
Our artistic Souls
#OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
"I'VE BEEN WILD CAUGHT!"
Who would have thought???
Something soooooooooooooo savory, utterly most delicious and immensely tasty could be sooooooooooo
A M A Z I N G :-). Enough to transcribe and describe this INCREDIBLE, SUBJECTIVE "ELECTIVE" {SMILE} brought to you by
-TASTE BUDS FROM THIS POETESS!
Allow me to address...
If today were my last day on earth and I was absolutely certain {intuitively} it were...
I would request for Breakfast, can you please heat me up some pizza from the day before, it has PINEAPPLE, FRESH BASIL AND SHRIMP ON IT!...OH YES! AND...
THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
Lunch: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
DINNER: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
AFTERLIFE: FIRST DAY...
SAME, THANK YOU DEAR CREATOR, AND
*ALWAYS*...MUCH OBLIGE :-)
NEXT DAY: BREAKFAST...HEAVEN MADE WAFFLE AND OUT OF THIS WORLD MAPLE SYRUP..."PLEASE! KINDLY!" :-)
AFTER THAT, ANY GIVEN TIME...
HINT*....IT'S ON "RE-SET***" {S M I L E}
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
towering waves
pound the shore
no fresh food on shelves
08-04-17
(Eileen)
Your heavy heart is weary, worn
Bloody and bruised, it’s fiercely torn
To Loneliness, a vow you've sworn
To dwell in night without a morn
Come inside
To live and love, you've lost your will
Of sorrow’s cup you've had your fill
Desire’s longing, quiet…still
Heart frozen by rejection’s chill
Come inside
Chorus
Come inside my life, feel now the fire
Come inside my heart, dip in desire
Come inside my soul, to love aspire
Come inside my mind, let me inspire
(Richard)
Let love’s essence, flow through your veins
Experience true peace again
Live in a world devoid of pain
Find shelter from the pouring rain
Come inside
To live and love, you'll know the thrill
Of blissful cup, you'll drink your fill
Desire quenched, within my will
In the calm, let your heart be still
Come inside
(Eileen)
Chorus
Come inside my life, feel now the fire
Come inside my heart, dip in desire
Come inside my soul, to love aspire
Come inside my mind, let me inspire
Refrain
Come
Come
Come inside my body, come inside
Come and dip inside my pleasure’s tide
Come inside my body, come inside
Come glide into heaven, come abide
Come
Come
Come…..I N S I D E
Eileen Manassian Ghali with last two stanzas added by Richard Lamoureux. :) :) :) Thanks, Richard, for thinking it could be lengthier and adding your own personal touch. Love collabing with you. :)
?With Music Added
This sunny morning thought that I
Say hi to nice neighbor who I live by
And a great guitar he does play
With wife wonderful looking in every way.
Maybe might invite me over again
So we can see how we both have been
A song write about good old days
When my dancing received much praise.
Would be something if on one night
Clubhouse to eat would bring a bite
And some showing off I might do
That was sure to amuse all of you.
But being as old as we now are
Will not see me as a rising star
Even though my wife is adorable
Me and my writing are deplorable.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Ho Ho
https://www.bing.com/search?q=see+the+pyramids+along+the+nile+jo+stafford&form=WNSGPH&qs=AS&cvid=993f25fb58204605a36f1577776e37f9&pq=see%20the%20pyramids%20along%20the%20nile&nclid=223510F8277B1497603ABEB8B92AEE3D&ts=1456399976436
The only thing prime about my time
Is always in I always like to chime.
(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics)
Well, it's so long since I saw you,
Sister Golden Hair surprise.
Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you,
you can't see it in my eyes.
Now I want better correspondence,
I am not so hard to find.
And I promise you
I'll make it worth your while.
Will I meet you there in your place?
Will you meet me here in mine?
Your sweet image lives in my mind
and you always look so fine.
Well I just won't fake it.
I'm right here sayin'
I wanna make it.
(Do wop do wop...)
Dressing Things Up
Up things he always seems to be dressing;
Using poor vernacular when expressing,
And Trump to go there is no telling how far
Dancing around in circle seems to spar
With many new lunatics now is nesting.
Inundated With Ignorance
With much ignorance he was inundated
Having a possibility that was predicated
On when most popular once had a voice
Who had been a brilliant, reliable choice
Can you believe with us he prevaricated.
Waited for a While Longer
What if longer he waited for a while;
Compiled figures before going on trial;
Ended up going on an encyclical
Heading towards disaster being despicable
"T" for Trump had to dial and again dial.
Possible and Probable
Was possible and probable we can predict
That Trump has become a complete lunatic
After he became obnoxious and outrageous
Proved that his personality was contagious
Driving people crazy and making them sick.
Either Fair Or Unfair
Was never quite sure if being fair or unfair
If I had been a idiot who always did declare
Did decide based on inconclusive suggestion
His mind was overflowing with congestion
For nostrils had been extremely hard to bare.
(Side affect of medicine he is taking that
promotes his orange hair.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
I take it back. This is my longest limerick.