Best Bowl Poems
The sky is a gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down,
spilling soft rose petals that peeked out
from beneath snow white billowed clouds
till - fully blossomed - they burst forth.
Growing radiant at the edge of twilight,
they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling,
lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude.
No parade this evening - just you and I aglow,
wishing for an eternity to be like this:
so splendidly in love. . .
in the pink.
Title and first line changed back to original
Submitted Oct. 5, 2021 (#8 word - Rosy)
for '''R'' Contest, New or Old' Contest Info
Sponsor: Constance La France
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.
The poetesses were nestled snuggled in their beds,
With visions of their makeup now surely spreads.
While Silent One was awake only took a silent nap,
Waking Bobby May, who finally took his crappy crap.
Noises from the lawn where SOS was making such a clatter,
He was speaking in Klingon about the Borg mad hatter.
I then slipped by the window and dropped my hash,
Tore open the cupboards to hide the stinky stash.
Brenda Chiri & Susan Ashley were making angels in the snow,
For they were locked out from the bowl and had no place to go.
Lin Lane & Jan Allison got up early to make some grub,
Then left extra early to go to the local pub.
Brandy Nicole and Anne-Lise were looking at the moon,
While the Bard and John Hamilton were playing a chilly tune.
In the morn, Heidi Sands & Connie Wong were ready to write,
Dreaming of winning a contest all through the night.
Charles Messina & Chris Green having an eggnog beer,
As St Victor Buhagiar feeds the lazy reindeer.
A knock at the door and all started to stare,
Why its newbies Midnight Aurora and Hello There.
Now Gershon! now, Andrea! Now, Besma and Regina!
On, Sandra! On, Kimmy! On Caren & down under Maria!
Next time bring deodorant for it smells like a horses stall,
I need some fresh air, fly my pretties fly away all.
...sorry, if I left anyone out...will get you next time!...
~~~Happy! Holidays! Everyone!~~~
Nov.20.2019
The Night Before 2
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 2'nd & POTD~Plus 3'rd in the top 100 New Poems...Thank You
Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)
A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low
Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger,
straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself
Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dry grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood,
overpower any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs
Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T
By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood)
Date: 12-15-13
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They're playing in the bowl tomorrow
and we are so very proud.
We Seahawk fans are loyal
and also very loud.
We'll be settled by our TV sets
before the game begins.
We'll stay for the fifth quarter
no matter which side wins.
I'm thinking of my men folks
who had cheered them through the years.
Are they watching them from Heaven
and applauding with loud cheers?
The Seahawk's franchise was formed
back in Nineteen Seventy-Six.
My husband and four brothers
would yell like lunatics
when the Seahawks added to their score
And it seemed as though they'd win.
I would look at them all yelling
and would shudder at the din.
Then when my son was older,
he joined that happy crew.
I threw in the towel and recognized
I would have to join them too.
They taught me all about first downs
and field goals and touch downs also
and many of the games intricacies
that a good fan needs to know.
My husband and my brothers
and even my loved son
have all gone on before before me
Their cheering on Earth is done.
I wish that they could be here
to see their loved team play.
Daughters and grandchildren will cheer with me
tomorrow on Super Bowl Day.
By: Joyce Johnson
The plains soil had turned dry
No rains made the crops die
Red dust was everywhere
That just made the land bare
The harm they did not see
Dry farm way was the key
How to farm they knew not
Winds blew away the lot.
Written 1st of July 2020.
For Verses In Essence - 8 Lines Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Joseph May.
Oh, toilet bowl
Did you hear me in the hall
Talking to that bastard wall
Asking who moved the door
Oh, toilet bowl
Don’t ever have gin and tonic
Cause inebriation is quite ironic
When lost in your own home
Oh, toilet bowl
So accessible and cool
Forgive my 90 proof drool
Irony is about to surface
Oh, toilet bowl
We're no longer alone
I’m talking to Ralph
on your big white phone
He says he’s sorry
Oh, toilet bowl
My porcelain gold
If I may be so bold
Meet my bottom
Oh, toilet bowl!
My dearest love who makes me whole
Fills drafty places in my soul
Where grief and sorrow left a hole
Your loving ladle fills my bowl
Each loving touch removes a trace
of painful scars that mark a place
where hateful love seared every space
Sad, broken life and battered face
Your love a rare and precious pearl
New hope and joy we will unfurl
Forever blessed, my heart's a whirl
Transcends all pain poured on this girl
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Poetry contest: Soulidified
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Passed down through generations I hold a gift of soup poetry,
it doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, as long as it comes in rhyme,
free verse is also tasty when I add a good analogy,
and sometimes I add a little bit of limerick and thyme.
The flavor that I savor is in the magic of the recipe,
boiled in the heat of the night or chilled during the day,
I have tendencies to stir and sip quite constantly,
just like my great grams used to do and say.
She wrote journals of emotions holding dreams of aspirations,
when she died they were handed down to me,
I learned that while making soup poetry I need inspiration,
and keep craving verses that will set me free.
The combination of deep love and gaining old age,
brings me satisfaction when thirsting for release of pain,
sometimes it’s nice to add some haibun and sage,
because adding a little cilantro can leave a senryu stain.
Footles of noodles and chicken marinated in raspberry villanelle,
reminds me of growing up when I was sick with heart ache,
my soup poems were yummy in my tummy with some garlic ghazal,
and when feeling the sorrow of loss, I’d add a fibonacci flake.
The soup poetry that tastes the best are the recipes from the soul,
and when the cooking is done I can sip from a poetry soup bowl!
My Poetry Soup Recipe
January 26, 2017
I missed the meals mama used to cook
Her recipes were not in the cookery book
Mama was just more of a kitchen queen
She's the best cook we have ever seen
Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best
The manner she cooked it was better than the rest
Her meals always nourished the spirit
As they filled the stomach every minute
After school she served us with spaghetti
Mama's garnish as elegant as bugatti
She'll serve with eggs and some salad dressing
It was a special kind of love, very impressing
Oh my gosh! Her meals saved me countless times
I cannot really explain that in poetic lines
Family dinner was a time of joy and conversation
A time of fellowship, laughter and celebrations
She sprinkled all her meals with goodness
And carefully spooned cinnamon for sweetness
Making dessert, bread and cakes for birthdays
Chicken sauce and pineapple drinks on holidays
Never was there a meal like her morning prayers
She'll spend early hours of her days in prayers
Her heart was full of love, peace and joy
She was our lamp, like a light in the city of Troy
A full Soup Bowl,
that is full of red hot writers,
with many creative words to read.
Some write funny,
some write romance,
some write true to life,
some write tales of old,
some write very short,
some write very long
but all write from their heart.
A full Soup Bowl,
with one less.
Many of our wonderful writers have left us,
to a better place to write.
Heaven is the place,
a place were we one day will join in.
Another one of our writers went from our Soup Bowl,
writer Panagiota Romios left us Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2025.
Now in heaven writing away,
as she joins the other Soupers.
Many have left,
they have paved the way.
One day there will be a great reunion,
we can all join in together.
May They All Rest In Peace.....
In our soul is the light of our life, our inner being,
Our connection with Christ is through our soul,
It’s born within a baby, it's there til after life's end
It is an intangible part of us that is to be nurtured.
It drives us to divine heights we are able to achieve.
If your heart’s attributed to feeling love its your soul.
It is your human personality, intellect, emotions also
When your brain is praised for bringing words to life
It is your soul giving you spiritual enlightenment
It’s the urge to get up and try again, its divine
It is the light that is the spiritual essence
It is the love that radiates life's reason
No camera known will make it seen
Always inside us, an inner glow,
Your soul is you day by day
It’s strength, is from almighty God
You can’t ever see it or feel its there
It’s one of God's wonders, your spirited soul.
Bulbous in its’ form,
Destined to hold cut flowers:
Molded from the earth.
A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl
Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows
world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows
walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit,
setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet,
many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad
writing to give, wonderful blessing to be had,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may cry and even dare to moan out loud
for what is Truth's worth, if not something to be proud,
or Light and Love, if not set by divine decree,
sweet and gifted treasures gifted to you and me,
wonderment in living and our writings once done
hope given, that man stops stealing by war and gun,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may sing, even if sad and out of tune
with words cast a'plenty, even if thought a loon
bold warriors, with bright shield and a well inked war sword,
defiant- standing against, world's marauding horde,
yet neither as savior nor as a blessed saint
maybe a wizard if great beauty one can paint,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )
My eyes look upward to the dark sky
So many clouds yet the ground is dry
All around me nothing but the dust
We need rain badly it is a must
Wind is blowing clouds look alive
Thunder and lightning will soon arrive
A gap in the clouds a shaft of light
Here in the darkness shining so bright
Glowing large raindrops begiinning to fall
Liquid excitement soaking us all
Jumping in circles this is a good day
All of our dust has been washed away
Shaft of Light contest
First attempt at a couplet
February 7th 2013
Patriots and Seahawks, today head to head
Will wear the helmets; tooth and nail fight the day
University of Phoenix stadium, the beautiful Grand Canyon state
Sweat and blood will spill on cactus bed.
Hard training, pain, dedication and rivalry
Let it end today in guts, honor and glory.
“The Star- spangled Banner”, the sweet little song
That’s the way to start the game on
The Red, White and Blue, waving in the air
Jet planes stripe the sky in white smoky flair.
It is half time show; Katy Perry will soothe the ear
Lenny Kravitz will tear up our fear.
Time to have a drink baby
Cold beer, pinot noir or tequila savory
Let’s dive deep in some dips
Velveeta, salsa and tortilla chips.
Enjoy the platter of, hot wings, blue cheese and dill mayonnaise
Add some green olives, carrots and crunchy celeries.
Slices of pizza or meaty tacos, gasp my sigh
A bowl of chili, or even a chicken leg fry
Everything will go just fine
When we are all football high.
Forget all work, qualms and quarks
Keep your whining and politics inside the drawers
Let’s all watch the Super Bowl on this Sunday
And hold dear a simple pleasure in truly American way.