Best Builders Poems
Our community builders make all this worthwhile .
The poetry , prose and each new writing style
Encouraging compliments ; offering praise
Will guide writers home , thro' life's lonely maze .
We've got Sharon and Sandra , they know what to do .
And Kristin is now ,the queen of Haiku .
Marycile writes the quaint old refrain
Like Karen O'Leary , D-nyce and Elaine .
Vince has the wise words that need to be said .
Joe's still the man , according to Fred .
Mother Cat purrs and that's no surprise
Like the words from 2 Michaels and Heidi Buys .
We hope that John Heck will return , as planned
With his power of expression , just like Brian Strand .
Catie and Carol are great , and they know
That Fred is the man , according to Joe .
Each reply is special , like each thought you penned,
The time time that you took , with the kind word you send .
Yes ! it's nice to be nice , and when someone takes time
To aknowledge the efforts , you made with each rhyme ,
Or the quaint observation , you captured with style .
Our community builders will make it worthwile .
PS . Encouragement helps create inspiration..... Continue to be INSPIRED .......
The One who remains Silent speaks volumes in his words-
while dear John Hamilton reminds me of my faith when unheard.
Sweet Sandra expresses great heartfelt depth in her rhymes-
while the lovely Eve's pen creates magical sunshine.
Lovely Alexis never ceases to amaze me with her adoration-
while Robert Lindley writes beautiful sonnets form sincere creation.
Phillip Garcia holds such romanticism in his beating heart-
while Ms. Mystic Rosie has been a loving friend from the start.
Dear DT reminds me there are genuine people on the soup-
and lovely CayCay brings benediction to our fellow poet group.
I am paying tribute to these 10 great poets and friends of mine:
1. Silent One 2. John Hamilton 3. Sandra Haight 4. Eve Roper
5. Alexis Y 6. Robert Lindley 7. Phillip Garcia 8. Mystic Rose
9. Daniel Turner 10. CayCay Jennings
Community Builders Free for All Tribute - Poetry Contest
October 23, 2016
Life building is your calling
upon faith strength, prevailing
trusting God Who’s propelling
your mission in care-giving.
With the Lord propping your zest
patience you show by love’s best
steadfast though challenges test
praying for progress that’s blest.
Life builders … such a great role
to raise kids well is your goal
mentoring to heart and soul
divine task along hope’s pole.
God surely beholds your deed
fulfilled by His grace indeed
as you sow compassion’s seed
that meets every orphan’s need.
As parents to the fatherless
and moms to the motherless
your good works nevertheless
will never become fruitless.
Building lives midst loving light
you serve as Moms day and night
guiding children to use truth-might
while in Christ you delight.
Thanks for your kind engagement
surely precious commitment
dear and priceless involvement
beyond earthly investment.
*Colossians 1:4 …We heard of your faith in Christ Jesus, and of the love which ye have to all…
May 3, 2022
1st place, "A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/3/2022.
A single poppy blooms by the lake shore.
I can tell you how it came to be there.
Oh, I did not plant it, or give it care.
I knew the man who did and what it’s for.
Some men builders, others are destroyers.
Destroyers identified by this trend,
Nothingness and loneliness at life’s end.
Self-indulgence is their life’s employer.
Just such a man was the poppy planter.
A purveyor of anger, hate, and smoke.
Life revolved around just another toke.
To all God’s wisdom he did recanter.
Nothing he planted in life ever grew.
Selfish, unstable, and always unable,
To love anyone more than his own fable,
Which he spewed out incessantly on cue.
A lone poppy blooming on a lake shore.
A single flower signaling there’s hope.
God can breathe life to places remote.
Destroyers don’t win, the builder restores.
TWIN BUILDERS
Took a break from years of research
And worked in a small town building a new church.
Local priest there resembled me, so they said.
Old ladies in the post office would stop dead
And tell me about their addict-son in court.
Folks out of hospital would thank me for my support.
So I went to the old church one day to see this guy:
Once seen, I could understand the reason why:
Holy Mackerel, he had same hair, eyes, height -
Everything, including my coat and jeans too tight.
First thing he said (after “My son” ) was
How tired he was of people asking him the cause
Of their leaky roof or how to extend a room.
I said anybody can help fix buildings; but only some
Can help fix souls. How strange that we two
Were both busy building up the church anew.
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Entered in Matt Caliri’s Contest “Doppelganger”
10/15/2023
Who ever declared you cannot?
Is a full blown, liar I promise you.
In their lives, they failed at some task.
And now?
The unmitigated gall, to drag you
into heartbreak row?
Do not buy losers' stories!!
To those with fortitude and gall ~
Comes an entirely, different story!
One where there was loss and
then came great glory.
I have experienced this myself
and know the joys of victory.
Odds are many poets are just like me.
Not weeping over lost loves with
a handkerchief under an old tree.
But finding new love, better than
they ever dreamed would be.
Their lives exceeded their original
schemes.
They go on and envision new dreams
Their truest friends stand by them
whilst their phony friends stroll so
casually and heartlessly away.
But, dear friends, know, please.
The dreamers will out do you in every way
With joy and greatest possible ease!
GO DREAMERS!
July 31, 2013
Kingdom Builders
Holy Holy Holy I must say to all.
Long day hard day I am with you.
Hot day cold day it is for me too.
Days months or years you I call.
You have displayed my visual doll.
Multitudes of truth seeds you grew.
Spoken for as spoken words abrew.
I grant you the light in that dark hall.
Never say never!
Never look back!
I am yours forever!
I am with no lack.
I am always the hands of filters,
Observing my Kingdom Builders.
(C) Copyright 2013 Ann Rich
This is my tribute to all the Community Builders-
All who live in small villages to big cities of the world,
the long time and the new members.
EACH poem submitted,
each time you c o m m e n t,
and all those contest SPONSORS who inspire us to write,
all the BLOGGERS who make us cry, laugh and p o n d e r,
you are a "Community Builder" . . .
Oh, there are thousands of you, too many to name,
but without Y O U- Poetry Soup would not be so amazing.
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October 23, 2016
Verse - 10 lines
Submitted to the contest,
Community Builders Free For All Tribute
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
House built on a rock
will stand midst the elements,
on sand, it will fall.
Date: 06/19/2019
one large crashing wave
on the beach of our desires. . .
our vanished castle
For Milton I’ve nothing but praise
His comments lift me like sun rays
Milton comments a lot
So he’s at the top spot
I value his support always
Cute Caren works ever so hard
She is an exceptional bard
Posts ten poems each night
For our joy and delight
I hold her in such high regard
Kudos to Caren and Milton for all the time they spend writing quality poetry and supporting so many people on soup. About 3 years ago I spent 9 months as top community builder and I know from my own experience how much time and effort it takes
12/17/21
Oh, is there anything more b e a u t i f u l than a poetic soul-
Laura, your r e d stained soul DRIPS heartbroken poems,
and Jo- yesterday, today and tomorrow your FAITH shines bright,
Jan, sweet funny GIRL but you also bring me to t e a r s in a poem,
oh, Nette, Nette, your r e v e r i e s and P O E T R Y leave me breathless.
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October 8, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Community Builders
Copyright Protected, ID 16-836-537-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Tribute to the Community Builders:
Laura Loo, Jan Allison, Jo Daniel, and Nette Onclaud
Submitted to the contest, CB Tribute Contest,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
First Place
All community builders in the world that is this poetry site
Lend it their own unique color and special, individual light.
Each person gives to Soup's structure, its depth and height
With their reading, comments, competes, blogs and writes.
All builders are a muscle forming Poetry Soup's total might.
Heidi, Freddie, Eve, Catie, Teddy, Anulaxmi, Judy, Julia, Wendy, Jean, Daniel,
Demetrios, M. Rose, Darren, Charmaine, Eileen, Stephen, Steven, Phillip, Cheryl,
Paloma, Sandra, Patricia, James H, James A, Mike, Tim, Rick, Limrik Flats, Phil,
Chris, Alexis, Janis, Arthur, Victor, Seeker, Prohir, Richard, Robert, Sun Smile,
Peter, Lyric Man, Sun Woo - all float the top fifty and do, do and do. I thank you.
November 4, 2016
Andrea's Community Builders Tribute
Creek Bed,
water flowing around rocks,
bubbling through craw-dad holes,
churning, splashing, racing to lower ground,
sloshing about in the mud.
Creek Banks,
tumbling of rocks and dirt,
scratching, crawling to get out of the creek bed,
snapping, ripping of sod from the edges,
clods of earth and grass falling with a thud.
Brick Pile,
clanking of terra cotta,
rubbing of baked clay surfaces,
against small, dry, dirty hands,
dragging of sack cloth across the grass, covered with bricks.
Back to the Creek Bed,
more splashes: clods of earth and grass in the water,
bricks slapping down on wet earth,
water squirting through the brick holes,
showering down into a deepening pool.
Dad,
scuffing boots in the dirt,
angrily pacing this way and that,
shouting at the top of his lungs,
“Where are all my bricks!!!”
Inspired by the contest "The Sounds of Summer", sponsored by Laura Mckenzie
Great sensitivity only used
to find the next available space
hiding from or dodging the pressure,
embarking on a fearful race
Just to avoid the necessary,
clenching its fist to the face
But gradually, it’ll catch up the pace
And begin puncturing
like the perforation of a lace.
every obstacle avoided
germinates a mole
Starting like scratches,
the deficit will be a large hole
So much running is inevitably
creating an ulcerous sole
No growth or maturity,
only tossed by insecurity
from pole to pole
And allowing consequences
seat on the throne
to play a devastating role