Best Convention Poems

Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the mist of every line, 
I'm sending special hugs, for he/she...

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Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
 
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of...

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My name is Gary Fields
And I am at the Poetry Convention
Their are a myriad of Poet's
They are all in contention
There are so many that I may
Want to mention'
So, pay attention
Fore they must do this
In abstention

At my table there are three
Their are four including me

The second...

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L.A. moonbathing

Soup convention is haunted

Ghost prowls through bedrooms

Scripca leads the search party

Sheet falls down, Ruben is found



For Michael’s “Tanka me a Dream” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire

*Actually did have a crazy dream about a Soup Convention in Los Angeles last year.  
Barbara Gorelick, Iolanda Scripca, Karen...

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New partners at each meal, oh my, what fun.
This time its Andrea, Sara and Carolyn.
Our entrée is fish. Give you one guess who caught it.
She had offered it free but the restaurant bought it. 

Michael has pulled this convention together.
Everything has been perfect to even...

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In Las Vegas is where we will be
for the night life is something to see.
We can take in a show
and then let the wine flow;
but the daytime is for poetry!

Any member of Poetry Soup
may attend. Let me give you the scoop:
on the first day at...

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To anyone and all
I am awestruck
as I attend
this some-what altered afternoon
altered in a way by
poetic humans
tiny tables among giants on words
sharing all unselfish things as
pen and tea harmonize in their hands.

These peaceful poets including I at this convention
all paired by four
tease time and essence before...

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(27/06/2011)

There I was, the only woman
With three others
I was the most nervous one
I looked at other tables
There he was, the poet who can act in his words 
While at the other table groups
All woman, four other poets
Chit-chatting in chattering
I could only look down, no eager...

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Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to beautiful Zurich Switzerland and the First Annual Poetry Soup Convention. Welcome poets, linguists, scribes, metrists and rhymers. Welcome poets from Canada, the UK, U.S.A., Australia and many other countries from around the world. 

This convention is for...

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The witches convention this year was being held on virtual Zoom.
They did not like this at all, it took out lots of their wonder and sass.
What about broomstick dances, our cauldron contests? This is gloom!
This may help, one of them said, falling off onto her...

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I engineered an intricate design,
determined to be action,
not thoughtful stasis.
But, isolate and distant --
a preserver of decorum --
formal, unexposed, and safe --
with bounds determined
by tight, sane strictures,
I did not struggle,
could not escape nor abandon place --
became, instead, a creature
habit-ridden:  a cousin
to the circus seal
that...

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There is a tension of expectation in the air
I adjust my skirt and straighten my hair
Will the other poets be let down when meeting me
I wonder how true my impressions of them will be

In one corner the rhyming poets have gathered
And arranged themselves in alphabetical...

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A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!

Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper...

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My friends Rosie, Hammond and me
Had insomnia and were in the kitchen one Sunday
Discussing The Nuclear Waste Medicine Convention
We wined and dined and had a good old time,
Hammond in his Spandex boxer shorts and
me feeding Tid- Bits of Listerine soaked tissue
to my crazy, vacuum salesman...

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Dragon badly wanted to visit the Snowman Convention this year. 
He knew they go to the South Pole when spring begins to appear. 
Dragon was resolute about this; he REALLY wanted to go there.
So he wrapped up in a blanket and rolled in the snow,...

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