Best Comradery Poems
Dear Poetry Soup,
I have known and enjoyed you since 2021
I decided this would be a lifetime connection
As you were personable, special and so much fun
When l first met you were friendly and comforting
You felt like home
But sadly you have changed of late
You are distant and our relationship is now unknown
Poets have become discontent and restless
As there is many a concern
A disconnect is now present
Many poets have left …vowed never to return
Sadly, you no longer feel the same ….as you once did
Comradery and connections have faded
Perhaps it is time for a change of ingredients
So the Soup is current, tasty and upgraded!
Beauty
Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence.
It is in the wispy, snowy white, silk of a milkweed as it frees itself of its casing
It arrives in the sound of a beautiful well orchestrated piece of music that penetrates my soul.
In the simplicity of a simple clump of wildflowers that grows freely in the ditch.
As my dog Quincy runs freely with his friend Sawyer
the beauty of their comradery and unbridled joy is unparalleled.
It is in the kindness of those who consider the feelings of others and gently encourage.
It emerges from the generosity at Christmas and unselfish acts all around from veritable strangers.
The lake on a late November afternoon with its shades of bluish greys
And a backdrop of thick denseness but a silvery light reflecting on the water
and peeking through to show me one more surprise before covering up with its blanket of dark.
The tedious overnight work of a spider who sits in wait
in the most radiant web with drops of dew sitting carefully on a strand.
In the spirit of one who never gives up
and remains grateful even after unmentionable hardships and grief.
In the words of the poets claiming words as their own
to create the most unique ways of speaking their truth.
In the love of a couple simply holding hands as they walk.
The joy of a child’s face as he sees his favourite grandpa has come to visit.
Of course, there are the generous sunsets
and flowers of every colour that decorate my outside world
The seagulls that stand on one leg,
The geese that fly to unknown destinations at the same time every day
The elaborate sandcastle built lovingly with a dad on the beach
The nest with chirping baby birds begging furiously to fill their emptiness
made lovingly with grasses and twigs and various treasures.
The smell of beautifully roasted coffee permeating my early morning
It is a beautifully crafted piece of art that is fresh from the soul’s expression of the artist’s brush
I have learned to see the beauty all around and build a life of gratefulness
Beauty surprises and comes in simplest form
Which helps to drown the sorrow that inevitably must come to us all.
Grace Daub
December 1, 2021
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
The act of keeping you in my heart is like surfing through double rainbows, knowing that the spectrum of color diminishes into the clouds. Finding out the pot of gold is just a myth. What nature presents is a mysterious beauty that can only be mirrored by the allusion of true love. As I observe the colorful arches with awe and amazement, I think of my hand reaching into your soul to extract deep feelings of love and comradery.
Edgar A Host
It was a lovely Sunday afternoon
All the Guests has just finished Tea
One in particular though
Why he was staring at me
I asked if all was to his satisfaction
He smiled, with delight,
Not at all being the silent type
He replied, why all is splendid as can be
He expanded by complimenting my flower garden
Very unique, colorful and so full of birds and the bees
He had promenaded with another dark fellow with a windy breeze
He kept is tongue as the other expounded on the fate of life's dream
I smiled all too well knowing the philosophers dance
As well as the irony that we had met by circumstance
We both gazed out upon, whilst the sun did glance
At the beauty of the rose and the fools who think chance
I was the Host
He was the Guest
Poe was the dark soul
Albert the scientist enjoying his role
We laughed in comradery and lighted cigars
Edgar & Edgar, sounds like a law firm ready to spar
Ah but I the host and he the humble guest
Had a cheerful laugh, whilst being Sunday God did rest
Dear Steve,
My vigor is exhausted as a revolutionary with a cause
My spirit is trapped in a dwindling dream
By capitalist creams
Enticing my mental stream
A forgotten face am I in the aftermath of a conscious mutiny
My heart is desolate
For the masses are desperate
And the land no longer intimate
A drought has starved my earth coloured cheeks of sorrowing rain
Supremacy is still fair
Our treasures still there
For their own there’s no care
Inequitable acts have been employed to sack our novelty
My centre rings constantly
For trusting comradery
A forced discipline not hearing me
Aubuti Bantu, a eba fela ele mantswe
Ebile nako ya gago e fetile
Khutso
(Thabiso wa ga Nkoana : 2006)
The heart
My ever stirring spirit
Passion
Eyes like sparkling diamonds-
shine
on
and on we go into the wild blue yonders
of yesterdays, while singing tomorrow
(You know its only a day away...)
And sometimes when I lay awake in bed
I think of you
and how undeserving I am to be loved by
you,
wonderful YOU.
Seems but yesterday the vibrancy upon this room beheld
such love,
the two of us....
searching, reaching, loving, laughing
and left in my depth
in the tiny corner of my soul-
so frightened to say I love you
But comradery, and courage,
a nesting place for a fool as I, I know
For I love you, only my purest-
white, unblemished smile slowly coming across my face
Is this my wake?
Is this a dream, a fantasy, a fallacy
to have believed in you,
and these dreamier things
Is a new life!
Emerging from the deaths
the worldly screaming out
and I come to this room to find a new light
and flickers of love
penetrate and soften my disposition
New life,
like never has been known to me
and I stay soft,
like the Lord holds in His ever loving hands day by day
~His clay~
Smiling he gave me a heart to bear all truth,
yet he gave me meaning
when I found you.
Within the repetition of the mundane, disguised by delusions and aspirations of grandeur, we struggle to find a purpose which can guide us to a higher level of happiness and self worth. We seek to break free of our shells and witness the new world just outside yet we remain unsure of ourselves and the purpose we should be striving toward. This insecurity continuously haunts us and, in time, tethers us to the security found within those shells until we become unable to ‘hatch’ becoming a bad egg and rotting.
The safer the egg appears the harder it becomes to face the world without any form of direction. How do we head out without a purpose? Without something to strive for? We search for role models to imitate and we attempt to find others who, like us, are adjusting to this new world. We attempt to structure our own world to resemble that of our peers and make steps towards the world of our idols and role models. We seek guidance, we seek purpose, and we pursue all that we desire.
This new, unfamiliar world has its complications, but it also gives a sense of fulfillment previously unknown. Comradery, love, success, this new world is full of many enjoyable sensations that are unreachable from the confines of our old shells, however we should ask ourselves; have we truly escaped from the mundane? This world is surely much larger and more complicated than before and there’s always something happening but is this everything we set out to find? Is living this new life the purpose for which we strive? Perhaps it truly is, maybe you have devoted your life to love or success, some people drown in personal pleasures and forget about the world around them while others wholeheartedly devote themselves to others while forgetting about themselves. Who am I to say that others are lost? This world has many different people and many different kinds of lifestyles and personal preferences as well as individual perspectives and opinions on what they seek to feel fulfilled. Exploring this world and finding our own place in it are the fundamental steps we must take to grow up.
What if there was no such
thing as negativity.?
Only positive emotions
could float in the air so free.
What if hatred did not exist
and we could only smile?
What if laughter replaced
all that is hostile.?
What if peace was all we
tried to strive for?
What if comradery was
the center core?
What if empathy was
felt in every soul?
Helping others was the
only thing to make you whole.
If walking in another's shoes
was easy to understand.
If sympathizing with them
was needed to help them stand.
What if?
Backwards he walks watching them follow
watching them borrow closed mindedness
from life and words filled with need.
The Face of a Dog In Tears...his thought
Pain erases the eyes as life blinks
Love shades the ears silenced
The tongue wags. The tail sings peace.
Joy the black and white German shepherd
Even in color part black
On white paper colored white
Guided unleashed to a page too short
Facing a line drawn wrong twice
at a speed too forced leaning.
Smudged whiskers mark a nose with no holes
and an unapparent bark
Barks pleased to roam lead unstreaked.
Our needed comradery of course
based on a friendship unmatched
Is man's bestest pal unarmed?
Word related checkmate minded
Appeased to guide those whole souled
by means of a simple sketch
His hug foretold to hold even those
Those that bite back fighting flesh
Only to trace back time left
And so he draws selflessness by heart
in ways to unsleeve His love
for those that time will not set.
Friendships are formed in many different ways,
some are by mutual choice and others by chance.
A sincere comradery will last forever and always
while a few have turned into passionate romance.
Confidants often find themselves telling each other
the darkest secrets and the desires of their lives,
things they don't share with a sister or a brother.
Silly or naughty plans that only a friend contrives.
But what defines a friend? Is it a confidant or a lover?
Someone online with whom we have good chats
and quickly makes us want to know more and discover
what's in their belfry, secretly hoping it's not bats!
Friends offer a shoulder to cry on and an ear attuned
when troubles are too hard for one to bear all alone.
It's important to help a friend who's feeling marooned,
and all they need to do is make a call on the phone.
Through understanding, we acquire a discerning heart,
one that sorrows over sad times and rejoices together
whether friends are always together or far apart.
The best buddy is there in times of stormy weather.
The word 'friend' only has six letters. It's a small word,
but if I call you 'ally' it's because you have my respect.
The friendship bond causes emotions to be stirred.
I'd do anything for a treasured friend when we connect.
August 5, 2022
Friendship Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Dazed I stood at the site I could not believe
Surely my eyes were wrong and attempting to deceive
A flash of red had led me to this world unspoken
She was trapped under his body so utterly broken
Still I don't know what I thought through all of that commotion
But I had to preserve what a father had saved with his unending devotion
Through the muck and rain I wiped her tears
As she told me of her life, hopes, and fears
I prayed this light would not fade away
Like the sun on that stormy April day
Above we heard from under our soaked blanket
A cry from the others telling her she was going to make it
I am not the one who deserves praise for such bravery
For the hero's were our neighbors who showed true comradery
Well folks,
Les C. Moore is back
Once again to ready to offer
his unique brand of homespun populism
Let's see what he has to say ...
Les C. Moore: I would love to see
more charity given to the poor
I strongly advocate this policy,
don't you agree ... lets see more
I would like to see less pollution
washing up on the shore
Protecting our environment is paramount,
don't you agree ... lets see more
I really would love to see
all manner of corruption shaken to the core
Lets end this gangsta madness,
don't you agree ... lets see more
Lets see more of righteousness,
lets see more of common decency
Lets see more brotherly love,
this is the way things ought to be
But, I'm just one man,
it's going to take you and you and you
Lets say we all get together,
and do what we know we need to do
Lets see more bonding of family,
lets see more cultural comradery
Because if it was left up to me,
I would lock up
all the architects of war and poverty
Lets see more of honest communication,
lets see more of anti-discrimination
Because if the power was put in my hand,
I would seek forgiveness for every woman and man
Impossible though this may be,
Les C. Moore is a man whose dreams are bigger
than the social heartaches he see
Thus I shout this final plea,
lets see more unconditional unity
My Angel
My sons on a secret mission full of bravery, loneliness, comradery.
His smiling face I miss so dear, now his aloofness is quite so clear.
Rich politicians making victims from the military industrial system, as they send out the youth to fight battles they would never send their kids on.
Cowards, and hypocrites, selling, negotiating international arms deals to allies that only stab our nation in the back, as they secretly meet behind closed doors to attack.
War, organized religion, money, greed, power, commodities are the fall of man.
One country flexing their arm muscles while wearing a wife beater shirt; stating that their nuclear weapons are more powerful than the others.
A machismo of sorts, taking over the media with no conscious for the real men and women that die and sacrifice for others.
Humans are so combative, so ruthless, so ugly, such cowards.
The peace loving hippies love to justify their hatred for war.
A Justification for a theatrical sort that embraces love through eccentric high brows and their self education appointed by a family lineage of war or peace, of power, or slavery, of hope or despair.
I miss his gregarious smile, his witty little jokes, as I await to hear from him; from an island that was once war torn.
Killed off by the small pox disease, an island that survived several violent take overs. Once governed by Spain, China, and now America.
A super typhoon or two that scared off the locals, and tourists.
Where our brave sailors await their destination to an unknown underwater siege, as they place their lives in the hands of their military seniors.
Freedom is not free, peace is not peaceful, war is raw, the scared hearts that defend my words in this story, fend off cyber criminals that hold our future, and our presence for ransom.
A thorn of crowns that weep for the brave ones, a mother cub , waiting
patiently for her eldest to return.
In a perplexing state of frenzy, a worried mind, an accelerated heart beat, I see his gregarious smile once again, and I know my angel will return.
The books they read were of the past,
of heroes charging to the last,
of native men in native lands
defeated by heroic bands
of horses, sword and flashing lance,
red tunics danced victories dance,
so when for them the bugle called
they had no fear of battles pall.
The great adventure lay before
these lambs, they flocked to go to war,
families proud to see their sons
in khaki ranks with sloping guns.
They thought they’d see them soon again,
a short sojourn to make them men,
"no man an island", stood alone,
comradery that bore them on.
with merriment and many a joke,
ever closer to death’s cloak,
then soon the rage of battles flow
engulfed them in their minion role.
A tiny speck of living dread
atop the pyramid of the dead,
the ground around them seething black
with blood and bone and pain was wracked.
The friends in arms who comfort brought
taken as death for each man sought,
the great machine of war rolled o’er
with splintering steel and deafening roar.
Widows wept and parents grieved,
lost their sons so sad deceived.
The fattened vultures in their nests
perch, profits from the dead to rest.
So singing anthems on your feet
be sure continues that deceit,
the leaders of opposing sides
wore crowns that still today divide
Don’t sing of justice, or of right,
there's nothing noble in the fight,
brave heroes all who sacrificed,
gave all they had in precious life.
Then if that multitude from death
could sing a song of the bereft,
certain would echo near and far,
“Never again friend go to war”