Best Deterred Poems
Due to growing Nimbus clouds of oppression
an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
Be advised: the ripping winds will not be deterred.
To counteract and neutralise any negative vibes
this Poetry Souper has been on a strict vegetarian diet
of lentils, cabbage soup, curry and beans; re-fried
They have been consumed in copious quantities.
Take shelter from wind gusts. There may be a riot!
Steps are being taken because many have died
from the expulsions of a toxic build up of gas.
It's predicted to be tornado level turbulence
emanating from winds blown out of my a s s
Anatomically referred to as expelled flatulence.
Blowouts should be considered as lethal blasts,
and not to be taken lightly, ignored, or scorned.
This is a public service alert of severe wind forecast.
The approaching storm is of gigantic proportions.
Gas masks are advised. You have been warned!
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2/28/20
Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile
I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin
We hold hands with a lilac morning
Long before it pleads with the sunrise
To sparkle the view of a purple dawn
Saddled in the daze of hazy fog.
Strolling under gleam of a starry night
Along the trails of romantic banks
We handed the new-day to misty sight
Coating the blooms in lavender hues
Seducing the motifs love subscribes.
Dawning deterred by thick overcast
Defiantly rises on the golden skyline
Unwrapping monument's foggy attire
Shimmering beneath the lowly tides.
In awe of its luster we lose ourselves
Hanging on the vertex of rising flame
As a passionate kiss of avid romance
Attunes two hearts to infant-daybreak
And the horizon blushes end to end.
September 17, 2018
Poem of the day on September 19, 2018
Placed first in Late September Standard Contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Sunrise at the Tidal Basin in Washington D.C. The photo shows cherry blossoms with a purple tinge and the partially covered monument in early morning fog.
To wake up with the rising sun
Wishing me old bones stay in bed
No longer do I feel to run
Life is all but over and done
I look in the mirror feeling blue
Front teeth no more, leak like a canoe
Getting old, this is no fun
Spending my days inside, away from the sun
Ricky called, hey Arty lets go out
Sorry Ricky, I am too old for that
Ah come on Arty lets go to the park
Leave me alone Ricky I am staying right here in the dark
Ricky was persistent, come on arty the park the park the park
Art replied, I am old now I don’t do parks!
Why not? It’s a sunny day; we always have fun at the park
Cant, Stevie told me, I am too old to go out and play
Why he said I am too old for toys and my trucks
I am too old to play even with the ducks
I didn’t wanna be old but there you have it
Stevie says I am one big sissy with my toys!
Ricky, not to be deterred
Come on man, I love toys too
Lets go the park, come on come on
You are only seven years old Arty!
I feel older Ricky and missing all these teeth
No one will want to play with me, no one at all
I do Arty! lets go, besides haven’t you heard the news?
Seven years old why that’s the new five!
Imagine misunderstandings,
When we talk about our friends,
If we did that talking to their FACE,
We'd be apt to make amends ...
Imagine, if hearing gossip,
We repeated not a peep,
Instead of giving it longer legs,
We'd put that tale to sleep ...
Imagine at the toll booth,
There's four cars just behind,
So, you pay the toll for ALL of them,
And start up something kind ...
Imagine that you're driving,
And someone flips the bird,
But in return you wave and smile,
Now road rage is deterred ...
Imagine if, when angry,
We let the steam disperse,
Before we hurt each other,
With a hateful name, or worse ...
Imagine all the things that
People say behind your back,
It's not about YOUR character,
But the character they LACK ...
Imagine that you're hurting
But a friend is hurting, too,
So, you give their pain the focus,
And it eases your pain, too ...
Imagine someone lies to you,
And you're feeling quite betrayed,
'Til you stop to count the fibs YOU'VE told,
And the enemies you've made ...
Imagine if you're lacking,
And you need a helping hand,
Instead, you help ANOTHER,
Ah - now you understand ...
That only light can fight the dark,
Only love can vanquish hate,
So, imagine a little EMPATHY ...
And you'll see - it's not ... too ... late!
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in it's wake behind
Mending itself after each conflict
Future struggles, it can not predict
One more battle, one more hill
My enduring heart, perseveres until...
This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with it's armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more...
Feb 2 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
There were three mice, members of the mob
Wanted to retire, so planned one last job
It was deep winter and it started to snow
But they weren't deterred, and the job was a go.
Their names were Gnasher, Scratcher and Dred
And you dared not cross them or you'd end up dead
Even cats were afraid of their deadly scratch
But very soon they would meet their match.
The target they hit was John O'Neils dairy
But things were now going to get a bit scary
At the main entrance was a large welcome mat
And sprawled all across it was this mean looking cat.
Their luck was in and the cat was asleep
They ran towards him and then took a leap
There was a small hole by the front door
Soon they were in, and on the shop floor.
With some small cartons they built a bridge
Reached the door handle and opened the fridge
In the mousey world it was the ultimate goal
A rare box of cheddar cheese and that's what they stole.
Meanwhile outside puss began to wake up
Was very thirsty and wanted a sup
Then in the snow small footprints he spied
The game was now up for the three mice inside.
He spotted the thieves and he gave chase
But they sprinted off at a very fast pace
The God of mice was looking down on them today
They didn't get the cheddar, but they got clean away.
The camera's were played back the very next day
As the drama unfolded there were gasps of dismay
Puss was so happy his boss he did please
By foiling the robbery and saving the cheese.
O'Neil was so impressed with the actions of his cat
He rewarded him with sardines and a brand new mat
But for the three poor mice, it ended in tears
They were eventually arrested and all got ten years.
Written 16th January 2018
Uniquely Me Beauty
Creator I am ....... I love to draw, design, .... INNOVATOR .... Yes I am.....
I’m not perfect in anyway ........ half of the time I can barely get my edges to lay #slayed... but I know one thing, God made to create......and that’s exactly what I am doing .... From writing books to sketching cars, houses and shoes..... Touch my soul then float back from Jupiter.. There is no hold on this planet correction U.N.I.VERSE...... my focus can’t be moved, blocked, blurred, deterred or defused..... Humbly I stand before you uniquely mused... perfect in every way..
Can’t wait to create a printer for my brain ....Wait I’ll just meditate and manifest my dynasty ...no but seriously I’m not a basic thinker........ I go completely outside the tesseract to be exact....The Who, what, where’s and why’s ... rise beyond the surface I know I was meant to fly... waves of peculiar thoughts ......3 dimensional.....yours might even become your conscious thoughts if you can get beyond all the hidden figures.... g
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Beautywhispers
Hey YOU,
Yes, I’m talking to YOU
Please listen to me…
You used to comment on almost every poem
But you don’t visit me of late
So I have to ask the question,
Why has your support turned to hate?
Actually… don’t bother answering that
because now I know
A little bird told me the reason why
They’ve been advised on 'twofacedbook'
NOT to comment on my poems.
It's a sad fact they did not deny.
So we have a puppeteer who pulls so many strings
Sadly, blinkered marionettes keep dancing
to tunes and keep doing these petty things.
Well, to be honest I’m glad you’ve cut the ties
It’s a pity folks can’t make up their own minds
and not listen to malicious gossip and lies.
12/22/17
Background to the poem. I made a comment on a poem about a lack of reads and comments recently. Totally out of the blue another person informed me they had been requested via twofacedbook not to comment on my poems but thankfully they took no notice of this. They did not mention who is behind it and to be honest I don’t want to know, but I am just sad that someone stoops so low.
Comments or no comments I will continue to write and be an active member of the soup community and will deterred from posting on soup
OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)
Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.
Although “The Great Dream” may have been deferred,
Indeed, it has not been forgotten and deterred.
Oh, they may have murdered its dreamer, but
His and our liberation dream is immortal:-
Looking out over the horizon of our challenged life,
It is realized that we Exodus people have come a long way;
Survivors of the blood-stained shadows of horrific death:-
And we have come this far on the sojourn by faith.
Yes, we have come this far by an inherent faith—continuing
To maintain and sustain us in the present perils of our lives:-
And as African-Americans, surviving in this deemed “promise land”,
We’ve had and continue to have a special kind of relationship with God.
During our living experiences here during and after debilitating slavery,
We’ve seen, heard, felt, and responded to the Word of God in ways that
Are unique to us as an African people of God; for indeed, as chosen ones,
We’ve always been able to sing and praise God in truth and in holy spirits.
Reflecting on the truth of ourstory, it is realized that we are of a people
Whom many would have expected to have stopped singing and praying
A long time ago; yet, from generation to generation, we’ve just kept on
Singing and praising and trusting in the love of God and His redemption.
Indeed, sacred revelations continue to bring us from extermination
To exaltation, from degradation of dignity, from nobody to somebody;
With wide wondering eyes on the prize, we continue to sojourn onward
For our eyes have seen His glory as we have continued marching in His truth.
Indeed, we not only believe but know that in the savior’s favor
Life is and while our perils may endure here a little while longer,
We know that a liberating joyful stay here on earth is on the horizon
Promised by that very present help to those who live in good trouble;
Thus, let us not be exhausted nor deterred by the ghost tyranny
But with undying faith and spiritual strength, let us victoriously
Demonstrate that we are not of the children of Sisyphus’ fate;
But living reflections of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego:-
You fleet so blithely, unaware
That here I stand, awash with care
My heart is heavy, lost to thrill
Of dreams deterred, it’s had its fill
I think of all that’s left undone
Of trophies that I haven’t won
Your blessings you did not bestow
Now time is short, and that I know
You mock me, Life, with hurtful glee
For me no joyous jubilee
My zenith, passed, my strength has waned
But tell me Life, what have you gained?
One less soul to tempt your fate
And as I linger at the gate
So loathe to leave you, though unkind
In death no solace can I find
So in this time that still remains
Come let us kiss, forget the pains
Life, be enticed to lover’s tryst
Grant me the joys that I have missed
Let’s fall in love, before I’m gone
Admit, dear Life, you’ve done me wrong
Let passion bless my dying days
For only then, I’ll sing your praise
Inflame my veins with your embrace
No tortured thought, but blissful grace
Life, intercourse with you is sweet
In this full bloom, the end I’ll greet
Bathed in the beauty of release
Where every conscious thought must cease
In afterglow of ecstasy
Please end my life, and let me be
Eileen Manassian
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Like
all of life
this requires effort
perhaps more difficult
than
I could achieve today
but church hymns rang out
the wonders and the gloried awe
while in the shadows poor and sad walked
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and/ \ but
there/ \ no one
she / \ nothing
stood / O \ deterred
small / / I \ \ her purpose
frail / / \ \ not cold or rain
aged / \ neither ice nor snow
in her cumulative years
in her coat and scarf
blushing from her salty falling tears
the house itself, scantly decorated
with colored lights, green, red and blue
in her solitary steps, alone chilled and cold
she walked slow and steady from church to home
and the smile formed deep round upon her waiting face
in tinsel glow with familiar song and softest Christmas lace
one more year welcomed memories came the season of Holy Grace.
Remember the alone during this holiday season, send them a card, a gift, a flower to brighten their day and help them know, they are remembered.
looking at the sky so blue, white distorted clouds,
all alone, nice and peaceful away from the crowds,
enjoying the silence, not being bothered, clouds rarely moving,
A gentle breeze pushing them on, cool and soothing,
swallows and swifts, darting around catching flies,
sharp shrill echoes through the air of babies cries,
clouds changing as they move along, changing shape,
hanging from the sky like a soft comforting drape,
clouds create pictures So easy upon the eye,
faces of loved ones lost, makes you want to cry,
I look through the branches of the trees,
sound of rustling leaves and humming of bumble bees,
calming effect of the warmth from the suns rays,
feeling contentment, carefree, a world without dismays,
the sound of a fountain, water falling in a pond,
no stress, no disasters, no urgency for me to respond,
gnats dancing in the air, they are very erratic in flight,
little silhouettes against the sky, to watch a real delight,
then a vapour trail from an airplane appears across the skies,
like a grey stain, on a blue cloth, then fades and dies,
a flock of white doves start flying around, what joy they bring,
like heavens white angels so graceful on the wing,
the yap of a dog in the distance can be heard,
yet the feeling of happiness can not be deterred,
wonders of nature not having to compete,
plenty of everything food and water to drink and eat,
wish it could be summer every day of my life,
a world in harmony, peaceful, no confrontation, no strife.
so as this summers day comes to an end and evening in nigh,
to that beautiful blue sky we say goodbye,
we wish for the same another summers day tomorrow,
a day like today, a day without any sorrow.
24/05/2017
Mighty strong nation
Truth be told
I am not sold
On the lies that be
I hope you take no offense to me
Open your eyes
The revolution will not be televised
Open your eyes
The revolution will not be deterred by lies
I can’t give up a little freedom for safety
That would be weakly
That would be hasty
Fight for the truth to be brought
To the light
Put your fists up and fight
It’s not about the color of your skin
It’s about freedom in this country we live in
To be a revolutionary
Is to be considered a radical extremist!
Don’t get caught up in the lies
Just open your eyes