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Meandering with my imagination,
I felt it flowing, silver like a fish.
This fish grew wings, and with great elation,
I caught a ride on it! It was my wish
to fly beyond the clouds. Where would we go?
The fish became a dolphin bird! He dipped
behind a hill to touch dawn’s orange glow,
then swooped, and like a pancake, I was flipped,
free falling, till he caught me in the sky!
Onto this dolphin bird’s smooth skin I clung.
His wings sun-lit, were gleaming. I could fly
as whistle sounds to me were being sung!
My strange winged creature clicked a joyful tune
when soaring into night, we found the moon!
Originally entitled "Imagination"
for the Dolphin Poetry Contest of Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Gus the parrot blasted into the treetops
like a feathered firecracker
with zero impulse control,
one eyebrow-feather lifted
with a you-have-got-to-be-kidding attitude.
He clicked his beak in judgment,
ruffled plumage with a flair,
then leaned in like a critic
who’s unimpressed with the air.
A twig snapped.
“!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
A cloud moved.
“!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
His eyes bulged, his crest shot up,
his whole body vibrating
like a tiny, outraged disco ball.
No one knew what he was reacting to.
Possibly nothing.
Possibly everything.
But there he was~
a neon blur of disbelief
shouting “!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
at the entire universe.
I have been put in my place many times
Told how to talk
What to think
How I need to look a certain way
Be the way I'm suppose to be
Expectations to be met
I could never be me
That place that almost drove me insane
I kept being placed there
Over and over again
Yet I had no choice but to be true to myself
I couldn't be someone else's book
Placed on a shelf, in a perfect row, not standing out
No one knowing what I'm about
I ripped out the pages
Inserted my own
Scribbled on the cover
Added my own colors
My pages screamed to be read
Hoping others would hear what I said
As time went on
I often changed my design
Desperately trying to know myself
Unsure what I would find
Never really fitting in
Confused by what I found within
Hard to know where I belong
Listening to notes from others songs
Was my way of thinking right
In a distance I could see a glimmer of light
I dreamed my dreams
I craved the light
Then one day
All the pieces clicked
I fell into place
Joy accompanied by a certain grace
Comfortable with me
I live in the moment
I can just be
Finally, finally
I am free
I know my place
Dedicated to my Friend Armand who knows
his place and helps others discover their place.
You my friend are a true original Happy Birthday!
Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam
Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind
I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be
For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home
So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
I was once really new to our Poetry Soup,
and I knew I should try to join in with the group;
post my poems on-site to be read by a few,
and then give it a whirl, join a contest or two.
Soon a couple of them were a win, a good score;
was on top of the world, so I entered one more.
But to my big surprise when that contest was done,
my sad eyes saw in fact that my write had not won.
I clicked on 'Contest Entries' and saw it was there.
But, behold, a strange sign near that one, I declare!
A N/A- what was that? Very weird, was this right?
Could not find what it meant anywhere on the site.
So I looked up N/A on the Internet, but
what I found was not good, left me still in a rut.
This N/A symbolized a long list, now for me,
my head spun to fit in which of these it could be??
N/A…Not Applicable………Did I not follow rules?
N/A…Not Available………Did my entry get lost?
N/A…No Answer………Did they try to call me?
N/A…Not Authorized………Did I need an okay?
N/A…No Action………Did I fail to take steps?
N/A…Negative Approach………Did I say something wrong?
N/A…Not Analyzed………Should my write be explained?
N/A…No Acknowledgement………Did I fail to respond?
N/A…No Account………Did PS lose my file?
I Soup-Mailed contest judge and her answer therein,
“Well you see, the N/A means your piece did not win!"
Now I still do not know what N/A represents
When my poems don't win in Soup contest events!
December 22, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 8)
Brian Strand
Judged: 06/09/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Quirky Things That Confuse and Confound Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 07/14/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: New or Old 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/05/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: The Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 01/10/2015
Anapestic Tetrameter (5 verses of 12-syllables lines)
Anapestic Dimeter (N/A Section - Questions Only)
The red rose asked the blue butterfly..,
"Where were you since the last goodbye ?
So much I missed you in silent sigh...
With tears of dew....my eyes did cry."
Dazzled the butterfly blue,
in golden wings of silver hue.
Snuggled with a wink and nod,
cuddled with a hug so broad...
" My loving bloom...... there's no room for gloom..
I went around in joy......in nature's flurry deploy....
The writer penned a poem on my story.
The painter brushed me his passion of glory.
The camera clicked the mirth of my hustle.
The swimmer stroked the fun of my bustle."
Caressed the rose......petals in a curve...
A delicate kiss ...to the hovering above...
"But could you teach those men...how to love?"
PLACED 7th in Mark Toney's Poetry marathon Mile 19
PLACED 2nd in Maureen Mcgreavy's What I love
There were so many books at Barnes and Noble’s
That I wanted to buy but I wasn’t able
Up at the counter with my chin in my hand
I said to the sales clerk… I have another plan
At my low bank balance I did curse
As I put my wallet back in my purse
I pulled out my phone and I began to type
Amazon.com, open morning and night
I entered the ISBN number
Of the books I had found
And quickly my frown
Was upside down
For there on my phone
Was each book I was seeking
At a lower price
And with free shipping
I clicked and I scrolled filling my cart
With Barnes and Nobel’s heavy on my heart
There is much to be said for a book held in hand
And my first choice is a bookstore to find what I can
But as money is the king of the land
I must cut costs wherever I can
Thanks Barnes and Noble’s, mortar and stone,
But I must go with the prices found on my phone
One day, I decided I will beat Tom and be the first one to congratulate Potd poet. I kept my eyes on Potd screen, refreshing again and again. After a long time, I finally found who had got Potd. I clicked on poem title to be the first one to wish. Much to my dismay, Tom had already wished.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Next day I thought I will write ten poems. If Caren can do it, why not me? With 11 poems, I can even beat her. I sat searching for topics, finally found one. It took me one hour to write that poem. I was out of ideas, housework was calling me. I decided to quit.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Yet another day I thought I will write a funny Limerick like Jan, Tom and many others. If they can do it, so can I. I thought and thought but no joke would come to mind. Whatever I wrote, my son dismissed as not funny. Finally after many attempts he said, Mom it is not your cup of tea.
I realized it is not easy to be funny.
Yet another day I though I will beat Regina McIntosh by writing an awesome contest poem before her. I sat with a pen and paper, thoughts would not come. Whatever ideas came were not so good. After few hours, I gave up. By that time she has posted her prize winning contest entry
I realized I can't beat the expert
One day I though, I will write a sonnet. If Andrea can do it, why not me? It will be smooth flowing and awesome like her sonnets. I sat with Rhyme Zone and How many syllables on. When rhyme was in place, syllables went haywire. When syllables were perfect, it would not rhyme. It seemed like mission impossible. I gave up.
I realized it is not easy to write a sonnet. Certain tasks are best not attempted.
So here I am writing what comes naturally to me. Yes, it is free verse written in simple language
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Bugs bunny was the silliest hare with such a bright future ahead,
he wanted to give Lola something special, but he gave her a carrot instead.
He pondered on a different surprise, and wrote Lola a sweet love letter,
asking her to marry him, because of her his life was much better.
He proof read his proposal and realized he forgot one very special phrase,
so he clicked the caret button to insert a few sentiments then pressed save.
All he had hoped for was that he expressed his love with his honest words,
for he wanted to fill this day with rainbows with sweet songs from Tweety bird.
The day flew by and night time arrived, that silly wabbit was nervous,
he smelled her scent and watched her approach him, boy was he wordless!
“My Lola, from Pensacola, I give you this twenty four karat gold ring,
a three carat princess diamond placed gently above the gold and in between.
Marry me, my sweet, I'll sweep you off your feet, I'd love to play with your hair...."
She said yes, of course...and a few months later there was a family of baby hares.
Homophones used:
1. carrot-A vegetable
2. karat-weight of gold
3. carat-size of diamonds
4. caret-a symbol used to indicate the place in writing material which something
is to be inserted.
1. Hare- a rabbit
2. Hair- a growth of filaments forming a coat over the scalp of a humans head
~Date Written: March 18, 2016~
Love you more
From the first moment I saw you
I knew you were the one
My feelings so powerful
So overwhelming
This couldn’t be right
Could it?
I was in a dream
It wasn’t real
But you melted my heart
My mind in a whirl
Was this really happening?
Then suddenly
Something clicked
And finally I realised
It was meant to be
You and me together
It’s just so right
My love for you is so strong
I love you more
Always and forever
I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make peace with the cold, but I follow the spring. It is a different door, one covered with vines and stars, and to it I am drawn, as if to a beautiful girl.. no other days compare to her.
The flash of a disposable camera, clicked with young fingers, pink-polished nails. A yellow sun dress patterned with orange daisies. The basket on the bike is filled with stuff for lunch, sodas and sandwiches and things. Laughter resounds over the tops of trees as we careen, the children of May, across the sun-spotted road.
The compass points north
You know, this is Saturday
That means we go east
You yell to me that I run too fast, but all I hear is my heartbeat in my ears. I look back, you run faster. The evening begins to cast a spell in our town; the colors purple and orange appear like watercolor in the sky and we both stop to watch. Vapor trails crisscross above us, they're streaks across the fading day, pieces of the memories we've made.
Heat lightning at night
She's reading a magazine
Sarah's rare green eyes
To your door we go, but only you proceed. Your father doesn't trust me yet, but I tell you that I'll try harder. Maybe, one day, he'll give me a pat on the shoulder and a smile. It does hurt, I won't deny, to listen to the screen door wheeze shut and hear your bounding footsteps on the stairs. What comforts me is that I know tomorrow brings you around again, walking through a high archway, lovely enough to steal the sun's attention from the flowers.
These suburban dreams
The pink and yellow houses
Waiting with my thoughts
-For Debbie Guzzi's "Spring Haibun" contest
If my love we must part
Let us part under shroud of night
Who I ask is afraid of the dark?
Tiss I who fears the darkness when you depart
Times passing shall never lessen the pain within
I suffer so, longing for your poetry
Until
Until one day I dream of you
We are bound together, by words and prose
Desires bring back memories long faded
Final notice, seems so harsh
Your note of departure, a rupture
A love poem to say a whispered goodbye
I shall cherish the laughter and the pain
Declarations of unity made in passions heat
Alone in your satin sheets, do I weep
Delicate verses of our devotions
I sing and rhyme them, lost in my own illusions
Moments like this, I loiter in my solitude
Memories seeking comfort in your soft embrace
Eyes, oh how they burned into my soul
Eyes that used to kiss my very heart
Poetry shall never lay claim to the depths
Of our infernally burning passions
Forget me nots grow, in my forgotten garden
Forgetting is killing me so
Sublime and grey are many a mundane day
I wither and fade, for its moments like this
So close to heaven, so close to a burning hell
I have sailed the seas of desire, only to sink
My sunken footsteps lie below
My broken heart
Notes:
I happened upon a poet here, T.Nicole Williams, and below is a list of the poems she
has posted here. Something just clicked and I said wow, even her poem titles are a
poem!!! After reading a few of her poems, I quite enjoyed her style and expression,
and thus, I wrote a poem based on all her poem titles! I quite enjoyed this, as the idea
was so random and by chance, so I hope you all like this poem, as well as I hope
she is flattered to have inspired this little piece!!!
T.Nicole Williams Poems
A Love Poem
If We Must Part
Whose Afraid of the Dark
Time's Passing
Until
Bound Together
Final Notice
A Love Poem
Declaration
Delicate Verses
Moments like This
Eyes
Poetry
Forget me nots
Sublime
So Close
Sunken Footsteps
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016
This poem is dedicated to my best Poetry Soup friend, Line Gauthier. She is a very talented poet and artist. I never imagined when I first clicked on the Poetry Soup web page that this outstanding person would become part of my life. Line has taken the time to help this graybeard wanna be poet from West Nowhere Ohio. She has given me inspiration, advice and saved me from embarrassing spelling errors. But most of all she has reminded me of human compassion in her words and deeds. Thank you Line! Below is my tribute to her in her favorite Senryu form:
an inspiration
a lovely creative soul
giving all freely
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9/23/19
Torturous separation. Intellectual blindness.
How your brilliance and intellectual dominance fascinate me.
Looking into your baby eyes wide and blue, I still see your knowing awareness, high voltage connections.
You laughed as a baby, with me, or at me?
How quicky did you discover our world's stupidity? When did your broken heart shear your funny bone, too?
Have you not yet accepted terms of this life, clicked the check box and exposed your vulnerability? Will you acceed to your lack of control? Will you reach out to the only concrete anchor we have? Will you embrace the lonely hopeless souls looking for the same relief you are desperate to know?
We all walk the same funeral march into our graves. Won't you pick up a piece of love, entertain some forgiveness, and carry some peace on the way to your certain destiny?