Best Contributed Poems
This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again, inspired by the "Title Wave" contest that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year. Thank you Richard Lamoureux for the inspiration and thank you dear Constance for the wonderful titles in pages and pages of poems you had contributed to Soup and I enjoyed writing this. I wish that I/we find time to read more of the beautiful inspiring poems of Constance, that she has contributed to Soup. (Below, the titles I have used for this tribute for Constance are in quotes. I have not capitalized the words within the titles as they were.)
"In my dreamy spring garden",
I often hear the "melody of dawn".
"The birds call me" as they know
how much I revel in listening to their songs.
When I close my eyes, at times, I hear
"the fluttering feather" of birds and I feel
they wish to chit-chat with me.
"Wandering in nature" in my dreamy garden
"where memories linger"
I see the "sunrise, gold and yellow":
a "breathtaking" view indeed.
"In meadows of sun", I see
a beautiful "hummingbird"
rapidly "fluttering" his translucent wings
"oh! sweet hummer".
As "the beauty of birds" enthrall me,
in a sweet corner of a tree branch,
two "birds in love" were preening each other
"oh! happy spring".
The fine "tapestry of nature"
as seen in my enchanting garden
invites all kinds of birds
with bright colourful "feathers".
My garden is a safe haven for birds
"where the bluebirds sing".
My soul is soothed by the sweet song of "nightingale".
"A bird of green is singing",
Aw! what a melody -
"Oh, the echo of birds chirping" and
the warble of "the bird vireo"
bring harmony here to stay:
"A gang of sparrows"
are seen "flying in the sky"
"oh! how heavenly"
now, "I would like to fly away", along with them!
Date: 01/17/2022
Categories:
contributed, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
As I Plot Just One More Day
Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long
and I do not ponder its end
Forever that blackened door beckoned
in tones of promising delights
who can know what lies in its beyond
perhaps a cure for the world's pains
I walk halls leading to its hurts
echoes that resounded as if playing
with no malice, future screams at my hesitation
as I plot just one more day
as I hide my lusts just one more day
Decadent as the lust of gloomiest noon
I am immersed in the consummation
and overpowered in the contest, yet hopeful
that still I may embrace eternity's devious charm
Never ending cycles eat into a wanton soul
they are all too familiar
and their boredom becomes a chain
a rasp in my dying breath
I hear its rhythm and each echo speaks
O' that parade of desires hides deep within
as the dark expands its borders
as I plot just one more day
as I hide my lusts just one more day
Dire as the languishing at darkening dusk
I seek an eternity of moments
to sate my lust and quell my rage,
to forgive and to be forgiven
A Robert Lindley and Lawrence Sharp collaboration
10-11-2018
Poetry Note-
I am very pleased to have found a new and fantastic writing partner
that presents fantastic free verse poetry in its top form. This our first collaboration was a true pleasure and great joy to create. We both found ourselves in tune, as we worked to present this dark free verse poetry, that depicts the darker side of this world, past wayward youthful experiences and a look at what even today our youth face in this unforgiving and to oft deceptive, corrupt and tempting world that rewards darkness, and giving in to wanton desires.
The magnificent verses my writing partner contributed to the creation of this piece sincerely awe me- as I am learning of the depths, beauty, great and high artistic value in creating and reading free verse poetry, Both my thanks and my appreciation come from a sincere and very appreciative heart.
Categories:
contributed, appreciation, art, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Sweet Spring begins, when you allow the fresh winds in.
Letting go of the pitter pat, of the feet of last winter’s cold,
and snowfall’s past.
Forgiving any and all, who you think did any harm to you.
Make a list of those who contributed to your life~ in the most
magnicent ways.
Weave them as bright, yellow dandelions into your sparkling,
new, bright days!
Don’t go running to strangers for a gold stamp of questionable
approval.
Too many are not as sweet as you, and need to be sent to the
a highway for removal.
Smile~ the way you create each day, does effect the entire world!
Choose truth, generosity, love and wrap them in iridescent swirls.
3-30-2025
~Be the magic you are~
Pangie
Categories:
contributed, beauty, philosophy, racism, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Two black holes spiraled,
their dance
sent ripples
through the universe –
racing at speed of light
waves
warp spacetime.
A billion years later,
on a small planet,
laser beams zoom between mirrors,
capture the echo.
Einstein’s heirs
decode
the message.
10/3/2017
In honor of the scientists and engineers who contributed to the discovery of gravitational waves which was honored with the Nobel Prize in physics today
Categories:
contributed, nature, science,
Form:
Free verse
The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are just their harbouring hosts as each other they seek
No longer tears of pain - but instead ‘Tears of Soulful Joy’
Into my open mouth trickle as they stream down my face
Happiness surpassing all bounds - exquisite is its taste
Priceless in their worth - no remorse will ever take its place
Awakened memories of when our souls did first connect
A Metaphysical Truth - A Bonding - Life’s Mystery
The feeling of De’ja’vu - halted in its stride - Time stood still
A beacon of blinding light that streaked from you to me
I would sense you anywhere – for you are my Soul Mate
Connected at Soul level to this physical state
I believe once you have truly connected so deeply
Love is sealed forever - now and through all eternity
The surging power emanating between us so searing and intense
Beyond analysing - beyond laws of gravity - beyond making sense
~'Soul Mates interwoven through space and time
Singing their divine union in verse sublime'~
Above couplet contributed with thanks - by ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
An extract poem from ‘Memories series’ - 'Unchained - Episode 8'
Categories:
contributed, emotions, love, romantic, soulmate,
Form:
Verse
POSSUM JUGGLING
Written By the Poets Listed After The Poem.
Possum juggling is a trick conjuring sport.
You should never do it if your arms are short.
Nasty teeth are gnashing as they're tossed in air.
The juggling of possums requires flair.
Full-grown possum are very massive fellows.
Their bulk when lifted, like handling jell-o.
They are so at ease as they fly through the trees.
Are you ever so tall? Fight them on your knees!
Though cuddly and soft, please never be smitten.
Asleep they appear, in a flash you're bitten.
Upon one look, so UN-cute the ragged claw!
Surely reminds me of my mother in-law.
In my compost bin found this fury creature.
Pointed nose, stinky as my English teacher-
For that part which sticks out of the can at dark.
Not a pretty site though pink, duck. It’s a fart!
Quickly grab his leg and throw him really high
Let the little blaster soar into the sky!
Be quick, juggler, Granny Clampett is waiting
It's possum stew she hopes to be creating
Wait, I forgot! My arms are too short for this.
Now on my face sprinkles a souring mist.
The moral of this story, surely you see!
Never juggle opossums! Just let them be…
Contributed Poets (in alphabetical order)
Charma Chircop, Austin Daver, Carolyn Devonshire, James Frazer, Robin Gass, James M.
Goff, Raul Moreno, John Robbins, James Peranteau, Dane Smith-Johnsen,
Categories:
contributed, animals, fantasypoets, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
Concluded
A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3 concluded.
.
My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of her husband,
My most wonderful father (Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor)
Who had given her more pains of separations,
then the flowers of happiness as life companion,
As my father had sacrificed even his studies and
other comforts of life
For the sake of India’s freedom struggle
On the call of Mahatma Gandhi. 11
.
Suddenly I heard as if, the Koyal had left
That tree shade and had flew away
to some other tree
To continue her melody but
Without leaving any mark of her,
wonderful singing on the tree or anywhere
I realized that, no epitaph would ever be made
In the honour of
Such wonderful songs of Koyal
Similarly, no epitaph would ever be made
For all such wonderful freedom struggle workers
Like my mother,
Who silently contributed the best possible for her
For the sake of her motherland. 12
Ravindra K Kapoor
12th may 2019
Categories:
contributed, inspirational, mother, mothers day,
Form:
Free verse
It is not the number of enemies that one should count in his life
but the number of friends that are willing to help him in his strife*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 July 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
Categories:
contributed, friend, sympathy,
Form:
Couplet
Each time I see:
The golden sun
The silver moon
The platinum stars
I see Thee, my Lord
Each time I hear:
The rain to fall
The brooks to murmur
The falls to roar
I hear you, my Lord
Each time I touch:
The morning dew
The blooming flowers
The tender leaves
I touch Thee, my Lord
Each time I scent:
The flower's aroma
The air's fragrance
The sea's saltiness
I scent Thee, my Lord
Each time I taste:
The ripen fruits
The sweet honey
The intoxicating wine
I taste Thee, my Lord
Thou are:
The source of my life
The reason for my being
The cause of my thoughts
The ruler of my feelings
The savior of my soul
Without Thee there is:
No meaning
No purpose
No grace
No salvation
Thus
Eternally
I would worship Thee, my Lord and shall
Devote my life to serving Thee in all humility
Claiming nothing for myself
But
Glorifying Thee with every thought, word, and deed of mine
In the best way, I would be able to
In the hope that I could help others the way Thee, would like
Me to do!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 August 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
Categories:
contributed, devotion, god, love,
Form:
Free verse
My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb,
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two. I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.
4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please stop!”
But she is on a roll. This is her fourth or fifth poem,
and all I have contributed is loud snoring.
I jump out of bed and head toward the kitchen,
making the dog angry, for she has to now fight her
way out of the covers I tossed on her.
Coffee with hot chocolate and tons of sugar first
if I am to make any sense out of this.
Ouch!
My imagination station pinches me on the Petootsie.
“We do not have time for coffee!” She shrieks at me.
Oh, great. It is Trixie, my muse,
and she is obviously in full angry drill sergeant
form today. I hate it when she learns it is a snow day the night before.
I pour my coffee combination, grab a cookie and head for
the computer where my hands begin to type, pleasing her.
These traitors are Trixie’s minions.
Categories:
contributed, muse, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
Categories:
contributed, august, soldier,
Form:
Rhyme
Firstly, one has to take into account their scientific peers’ remarks,
As to the likely cause of how an Earthquake starts.
Some forums say it is caused by the shift in tectonic plates,
Others seem to doubt, seem to hesitate.
Some believe a government conspiracy of a machine that causes the devastation,
Their conspiracy being at the cost of the suffering of another nation.
The layman believe, if all the people in China, at the same time jump,
It would cause worldwide earthquakes as their feet come down with a thump.
Nevertheless, to conduct such a feat would be a difficult task
Therefore it has never been tested and is considered a farce
I have read the theories from all these schools of thought,
And collated the facts that backs my theory which is now widely taught.
Take some time to cogitate the facts
Sit back and take the time to chew on the fat
You will see the simplicity in my theory
And say to your self it’s all true how eerie
The Earthquakes are caused by, you guessed it me and you
From the sexual experiences we all go through
Example:
“I felt the Earth move, how was it for you?”
And she would say “I felt it tremble and saw fireworks too”
Or:
I saw Jane today, you know, the one that makes me go weak by the knees
She’s a real knee trembler a real sex tease
Now imagine these experiences on a grand scale,
No think bigger than me misses; I know she’s bigger than a whale
They say there is a couple having naughties every second of the day
That’s many earth moving experiences I have to say
These minor trembles are absorbed by the earths crust from these sensations
That occur in every town, country, and among diverse nations
So when you lie in bed savouring the tasty aftermath
Before you decide to take a bath
When you think how he or she made you feel the earth move
You have contributed to the making of earthquakes and there’s the proof.
Good night
Categories:
contributed, funnyme, time, earth, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Mind paints canvas of life as amateur
Some hues taken from palette of events
Some contributed by human nature
oozing from emotive urge at moments.
Heart gallery frames happy happenings
Those turn weepy are mercilessly torn
Ugly chapters showing spastic paintings
Some to erase and some get forgotten.
Brush browses on multiple episodes,
Patches of pigments collide in collage
kaleidoscope of memory decodes
Some pictures go hazy, some to enlarge.
Throughout life did ‘Mind’ the painter paint well?
Canvas of life with overlapped hues can't tell.
Categories:
contributed, art, beauty, life,
Form:
Sonnet
I
Wishes that you find peace, the Hebrew Shalom
For it includes well-being, being WHOLE-some
One need not have religion when one has Shalom
So my deepest desire this Covid year, for everyone
To heal by sharing how you love another, and pray:
For me and my ministry in Newtown, South Africa
Pray especially for women and children, gossiper
About abuses here, I have been, Not today
I just ask: Think of places of abject need - for "play"
That the Creator intended; relaxing in a healthy way
But lest I preach, I wish for more of your poetry about
Many, many poets know it their words lift HOPE out
From the morass Humans find themselves in
Then spend a little time 'fore and aft' Christmas, within
II
Ask oneself this: who puts first breath in newborns?
Or tells them to cry, or send lips after nipples?
If that's too elementary ask thyself: How do I blink
Who tells my eyelids to open, shut, dodge, avoid specks?
And as important, who BEATS MY HEART when I'm asleep?
Why does it not malfunction when I'm at rest, healthy,
Before I have contributed to the wear and tear?
Siblings, whoever and whatever set the planets in safe orbits
Needs a moment of reflection from you & me: with or without a Tree
Categories:
contributed, africa, america, analogy, community,
Form:
Blank verse
No, my friend,
we are neither pure good nor pure evil
but
we are both good and evil!
Look
at all these pairs of opposite forces bellow:
hope and fear
courage and cowardice
success and failure
pleasure and suffering
happiness and unhappiness
knowledge and ignorance
virtue and vice
love and hate
They
are all coexisting in one's soul in perfect harmony
till
the moment we are called upon a decision to take
then
a vicious war of domination begins between the opponents
that
usually, lasts a lifetime
and
pending who the winner of this conflict is,
we, my beloved friend, become one or
the other! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor by their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!
Categories:
contributed, evil, hope, love, people,
Form:
Free verse