Best Annual Poems
In honor of our new baby blooms, you are cordially invited to our annual tea. This year we are serving a plethora of herbals, for your sipping pleasure: Peppermint pep, Chamomile comfort, Rose repose, are among them.
This year we are serving the local honey with lavender and lemon (optional); it will relax you to promote your
tea-time bliss.
We also have a poet for your entertainment, as one of the Poppies has penned, quite a bit of wit!
Cinnamon and ginger have graciously volunteered; to regale you with some spicy stories.
The Vanilla beans have baked some wondrous sugar cookies;
they’ll surely delight your palate.
We’ll be decorating with morning glory vines and aromatic, tea roses; It’s only appropriate.
Come one, come all and gather with us; for some flowery delights, herbal and tasty cups of tea.
RSVP to Snapdragons by March 1st.
In Las Vegas is where we will be
for the night life is something to see.
We can take in a show
and then let the wine flow;
but the daytime is for poetry!
Any member of Poetry Soup
may attend. Let me give you the scoop:
on the first day at noon
we will gather and swoon
at the readings of all in our group.
Where we meet, it will be like a fair
with food and fun, seeing who’s there
with our very own eyes,
checking out gals and guys.
Who’s got flair, and who’s still got their hair?
On a weekend we’ll do this in fall,
reading fave poems inside a huge hall.
One poem each; make it short
or we’ll have to abort!
Then we’ll mingle and dance. Have a ball!
March 10, 2019
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E-xpression's
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T-heme
E-mploys
S-tatement
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E-ndorse
B-irthday's
A-nnual
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Topic: Birthday of Kent Esteban (February 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Annual Baseball Poem
Sometimes will write poems that can cajole
And what now has become my greatest goal
Is one thousand poems to reach and obtain
Then other poets on this thought try to train.
Why would I want to sit around and wait
When each one of you I want to motivate
And with many readers must beg to differ
Poems will be great never be a whiffer.
After each poem is down dirty and done
You will have hit a horrendous home run
Or be bright pitcher who has much glitter
Who is prominent after pitching a no hitter.
When out in field no errors at all were made
Waiting for World Series sitting in the shade
And have obtained much fortune and fame
After having played in an All Star Game.
I am totally retired with my reins drawn in
And if I had to do this thing all over again
In my thought may be big hole that will gape;
No one should try again when out of shape.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
his hair is grayer
and his skin more wrinkled, but
he's a better friend
than he was the day before --
my anniversary man.
“The two sides sit
around the square table;
like the cheeks of one’s ar*e
together only, till the
crap starts to appear!”
© Harry J Horsman 1997
I always feel hungry
yet I dare not scoff
it may set a precedent.
(“My TV’s begging for Africa again!”)
Yet! I believe I am the fodder
everyone keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
(Not forgetting the analytic “Bull”
upon application!)
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life!
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind will remain only
a fragment of intellect,
my world one of simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes, like corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of a dream,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience!
© Harry J Horsman 1997
How many seasons
can Spring weather imitate
in a single day?
Yesterday I received Auntie Mabel’s annual spring note
She wants to know how, in 2024, I will cast my vote
She's concerned that the U.S. will elect another old goat.
She has finally had her troublesome tooth pulled, I note,
Her latest ailment seems to be she has developed a bloat.
No news about her nephew who was in jail last she wrote
Her gay nephew, on her husband’s side, continues to gloat,
I have told her many times about him, do not rock his boat
Well, uh, …she must do what she can to keep him afloat.
She asked if I wore the sweater; mentioned do I need a coat
You’ll recall Auntie Mabel lives in England, somewhat remote.
In a week or so, I’ll respond to Auntie Mabel’s annual missal
It is important that I let her know I have received her epistle.
Failure to respond in a timely manner causes her to bristle--
Just a short note with a tad bit of gossip will be permissible.
As you surely know, I would do nothing to earn her dismissal!
I need to share I sliced open my finger on a prickly thistle
And, I've bought myself a brand-new sweeper -- a Bissell.
Written April 10, 2022
[fourth Auntie Mabel poem. Check out
previous letters for references.]
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
*****sapiens is what is me.
I am so happy I am not a turkey.
I am not taxonomically classified in a family
known to ornithologists as Melogracidae.
With a sauce made from the cranberry,
these creatures will be served come Thursday.
Without their feathers, they will spend most of the day,
inside some hot ovens just roasting away.
Therefore, these animals among the vertebrate ranks,
will not be spending their time giving thanks.
So many turkey lives will be lost.
It will be like another holocaust.
I burned the crescent rolls,
and then her tears flowed...
We knew they were inevitable,
she was definitely on overload.
Too many people in the house,
and way too much commotion...
“You brought a dish not on the menu?”
Turned her tears into an ocean.
“I’ll just scrape the burned part off,”
evoked another muffled sob...
“My dinner's ruined and nobody cares
I’m just too old for this job.”
“Think I’ll have a glass of wine,
Care to join me sis?”
Think we’re going to need it
To survive this Thanksgiving bliss!”
“I’m never doing this again
I just cannot take the stress…
Hosting a family gathering
Causes me nothing but duress!”
A year since then has passed
My telephone starts to ring
“Coming home for Thanksgiving dear?”
“Of course, what should I bring?”
Blithe notes of Twilight's symphony alight
Into occluded abyss spindled cords take flight
Duller shades into harmonious bands unite
Grainy film spreads o'er recess a dank, dingy kite
Initiating eve's wake, ethereal blinds shut tight
Midnight's, chilling vigil stills darkened night
Nyx's, silver, pale orb mystical procession doth ignite
Twinkling pallbearers on flanks shoulder the blight
Ghostly-white planets from distant corridors observe rite
Pleiades' sisters' glowing blue embers provide candlelight
On bended knee, Perseus the glib eulogy doth recite
In the somber parlor, Orion with satin bow stalkers doth fight
Tears from Aquarius's drawn bucket salve Night's dreary plight
Mystical beams from Southern Cross emptiness doth requite
Poetry Soup's First Annual Convention
Hi fellow Soupers,
Did you hear the exciting news?
The Soup is having their first
convention.
I can't wait. It will most definitely
be an extravaganza.
Poets will travel from all over
They hail from England, Africa
Australia, New Zealand, Scotland,
Jamaica, Spain, Columbia, China,
Thailand,Denmark, Japan, Finland,
Lithuania, Sweedan, Turkey, Norway
And the USA!I can't wait to see my
Soup friends.It will be the best
convention ever.It has been decided
this lovely event will take place in
Hawaii. Get your tickets now!
Because there will be nothing like
it. Look out Connie, get the bubbly,
here we come.
3-6-19
Inspired By The First Annual Soup
Convention
My Dear Aunt Mabel, I am responding to your Annual Spring Letter
And hope you are recovering from the bloat, and feeling much better,
I wanted you to know that, with the cold, I am wearing the sweater
Since it came from England, I feel like I’m an international jet-setter!
I sliced my finger on the juicer, so now, to the doctor I am a debtor,
I am hoping that misfortune won’t cause my finger to develop a tetter
Be sure to tell me if Aunt Fay’s son, Sid, is still locked in the fetter.
Is Aunt Lula Fay’s gay nephew, well …, uh, I hear he’s a real go-getter.
Is it true, what I hear, that he works for the space program as a vettor?
Aunt Mabel, thinking it would be good if you adopted an Irish Setter….
This spring, it seems to me, is much colder and most definitely wetter.
Well, I must close. It’s late. Looking forward to your next letter.
P.S. I bought a new Bissell! A friend asks if you can teach him to whistle!
written April 16, 2022