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Premium Member Happy Birthday Eve and Jan

Birthday Double Tetractys for Eve

To
our friend
Eve Roper:
valued poet
every poem from her artistic hand
Reads like a painting looks - inspired! Using
only words that
proclaim her
essence:
real.

Birthday Limerick for Jan

Jan Allison, born on this day
always knows just the right words to say:
nature writes, soulful verse -

Apropos and diverse,
limericks are her playful forté
laughing loudly, I read all I can
isle of Man should be called 'Isle of Jan'
such an inspired muse
on the news (and the poos)
not to mention orange-faced pumpkin man!


// Happy birthday (January 25th) to two beloved pillars of Poetry Soup! //
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: eads, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member The Eerie Emerald Isle

The Amadawn ‘ave played the joker 
for the Good folks fairy Coort
‘T was they ‘ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.

They ‘ave giv'n leerin pumpkin ‘eads
to Dullahan black ‘eadless ‘orse.
Tied the liein’ Leprechain’s tongues.
Changed the dread Pooka’s course.

Stol'n the noble Banshees keen moan.
an ‘idden ‘er bone white comb.
They ‘ave lured two changeling lovers
to Red Man’s bloody ‘ome.

N’er free since June, the jesters play
their brash tricks on Samhain’s eve.
Stealin’ all the gifts left fur the dead 
‘neath mournin’ mortals trees.

N’t till the sunrise will they lave off
wid ‘ the Leprechauns in toe.
And sadly scurry ‘omeward bound
sure laven us all alone!
Categories: eads, adventure, fantasy, funny
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member King 'Enry the Viiith

King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!

With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!

Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!

'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!

'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
Categories: eads, funnyengland,
Form: Rhyme

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Shakespeare Versus the Spanish

I once knew a poet called William,
Of renown was this Stratford lad.
A writer of plays and sonnets was he
And his gags, they weren’t half bad.
Now Queen Liz wanted him to join t’ army
Cos she’d  ‘eard pen was mightier than t’ sword
And if this were really true
She could well beat Spanish horde.
She pictured Will as a warrior;
Well his last name was Shakespeare,
And she thought that the Spaniards ‘d tremble
If they heard that he was getting near.

But he didn’t impress Raleigh or Drake.
Two more of Liz’s great band.
“We’ll not have nonce what writes poetry and prose
On any of the ships we command”.
So William the bard got barred
He did not get on board with his sword.
And though William the bard thought he was ‘ard
‘is sword was more bawd than broad.
Now ‘ed written about the King ‘eneries,
One of whom was Liz’ dad
And remembering ‘enery’s fondness for ‘eads
‘e ‘oped she never got mad.

One day the Spanish came visiting
As Drake, his bowls he did play.
He said “’ey up lads ‘ave you come for a scrap?”
And they said “Si” and “ole”.
Now at this William felt miffed
And sat down to write a sonnet
He had enough in the lines he’s allowed
To put enough emphasis on it.

He sculpted his verbs and his nouns
And his insults were quite that of a predator.
They cut and they thrust as from the masts they were read
Such was his iambic pentameter.
Against this the Spanish had nothing.
Back to safety they quickly retreated.
Of William they roared and they cheered,
Never before has an enemy been so forfeited.

Now Liz and the court were impressed.
Never before had a battle been so fought.
No blood had been spilled nor gunpowder fired
And of mayhem and killing there was nought.
Honour had remained intact
And  the victory was ours.
The pen had proved mightier than the sword
A fact admitted by the disavowers.
Categories: eads, adventure, england, history,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 'enry the Eighth

'Enry The Eighth 'ad voracious sex drives

   'Istory records that 'e wed six wives

      Cathy and Anne lost their 'eads

         A couple died in their beds

            So many I'm in awe a man survives

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories: eads, funny,
Form: Limerick

Only the Critters Stayed

Lights out, lights out!in the run about, the critte
            rs flee to me. Storm, blazing lightening, air too w
             arm  My friends with fur feel a curse On the wi
              nd- a sense of berzerk Huddling together, kit
               ty close for good measure Ozone green, bir
                ds stop the preen Feels like a train is 
                 gliding by, so close nigh Rumble the 
                  ground before the sound The animal
                   s knew-I had no clue. we shudder 
                   in this shack back to back. A -
                    growl here, a hiss there, out
                     A banshee on the wind, mak
                        es me want to flee Ye
                          t the TWISTER keeps
                             us here, shaking me
                                 nagerie Slamming ra
                               in above our h
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                         read! Here we
                             must stay
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© Amy Green  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: eads, addiction, angst, love,
Form: Free verse


Premium Member He's Got Our Backs

H   is hero is soft-spoken
E   mbarassingly shy
R   eads poetry, that kind of guy
O   nly whenever a family member
I    s falsely accused of
S   omething like telling a lie
M   an the barricades and prepare to die



             Not for contest
Categories: eads, character, family, hero,
Form: Acrostic

Eligible Bachelor

Enthusiastic he is

Loves your say

Insouciant he is 

Gifts you away

Inspiring he is 

Buck-up he says

Legit he is

Engrosses your days

 

Beloved he is

Admires you in a way

Charismatic he is

Habituates your lay

Efficient he is 

Leads your way

Opposite he is 

Retains your nee
Categories: eads, write,
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member 'enry the Viii's Vi Wives

Seems King 'Enry The Eighth in 'is choice of wives wasn't all that judicious.
To 'Is Grace's regret they were either too ambitious, promiscuous or capricious!

'E solved such prickly matters for five of them by divorce or grisly be'eadation!
'E 'ad to protect 'is own somewhat dubious reputation as 'ead of the nation!

Anne Boleyn and Kate 'Oward lost their 'eads to the dreaded axe,
For being a tad froward with 'Enry and with morals somewhat lax!

Marriages to Anne of Cleves and Kate of Aragon were conveniently dissolved.
Jane Seymour did 'er duty giving 'im a male heir, then died - crisis solved!

Kate Parr was widowed when King 'Enry crossed that mysterious River Styx,
But 'is five other wives as 'istory records, were left in one 'ell of a fix!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories: eads, humorous,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Eerie Eire

The Amadawn 'ave played the joker 
for the Good folks fairy Coort
'T was they 'ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.

They 'ave given leerin pumpkin 'eads
to Dullahan's black 'eadless 'orse.
Tied the liein' Leprechain’s tongues
changed the dread Pooka's course.

Stolen the noble Banshees keen moan
an 'idden 'er bone white comb.
They 'ave lured two changeling lovers
to Red Man’s bloody 'ome.

N'er free since June the jesters play
their brash tricks on Samhain’s eve
Stealin' all the gifts left fur the dead 
'neath mournin' mortals trees.

N't till the sunrise will they lave off
wid the Leprechauns in toe.
And sadly scurry 'omeward bound
sure laven us all alone!

* A verse for Samhain's Eve [Better know as Halloween] in Irish dialect
Categories: eads, children, funny, holiday,
Form: Verse

Premium Member Abe Needs a New Barber

Abe’s barber, Chris, got so confused
because strong cold pills he’d abused.
Chris hacked up Abe’s haircut,
declared, “I’m NOT drunk, but
EYES fail me!” Abe was not amused.

“For Heaven’s sake!” Abe did exclaim.
“Glad you’re not a doctor. You’d maim
heads—not only head HAIR!”
If you want to be fair,
just don’t cut hair when your brain’s lame!


January 11, 2019, entered in Joseph May's Limerick II contest   Placed 3rd
Categories: eads, anger, hair, humor,
Form: Limerick

Missing Letters I Call the Prince


Somewhere in the his ory of all 
stories which enterta ns.  There is 
a story _any have th ories on, leav ng 
us to find the que tionable. 
Within the confor ities m steriously 
not everyone could read 
so they left many questions unan wered. 

In all the paragraphs of sentences con inuing 
to slowly tell the story th s letter was 
given and sealed on her wedding day 
which in the days we would call as old 
was perfectly logi al. 

The equ tion of the book was for 
us to tell the story about the book 
whose secrets 
eventually got sealed 
up by one of those letters.  They say 
thought mis eads some time but all 
thoughts lead to _uriosities per aps. 

H untingly.  I go over the memories, 
The ones I've been collecti g Since I was 
_enuine, five or six.  Craving more answ rs 
than necissary of who to look toward. 

Searching for the obvious Princess to 
finish the rest of the story. 
the missing letters spell words 
and the words the(y) are found missing in are a sentence 
to finish both sentences 



re uilds  p zzle   wi hin   intert ined   lay rs. 

Intelli ence   curs d    wi hin 

_lessings  y t   overes imatingly    underes imated 
b cause   powe ful 

dre ms   revisi 

H story  withou_ 

co ardly  w ckedness   s rengthening  c ange
Categories: eads, art, confusion, imagination, mystery,
Form: Free verse

Noble Administrator

E-xceptional
D-oer
U-pholds
A-lmighty's
R-ighteous
D-octrines
O-n

M-inistry
A-s
N-oble
A-dministrator
L-eads
O-rganization

Topic: Birthday of Bro. Eduardo V. Manalo (October 31) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories: eads, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

God's Message of Salvation

G-od's message of salvation
L-eads one toward true life; 
I-nspired by the Lord's wisdom, 
C-hosen ones win over the strife.
E-verlasting life it brings, 
R-egardless of one's race; 
I-n the kingdom of heaven, 
O-ne will receive eternal grace.

S-hare the message of salvation, 
A-llow it to reach all men; 
N-ever neglect our duty
T-ill they all become brethren.
O-nly the message of salvation can make man truly content; 
S-olid faith can he possess, to God he'll be obedient.

J-une twelfth early morn, it's more than birth celebration, 
R-eady to spread and share God's message of salvation.
Categories: eads, birthday,
Form: Acrostic

An Administrator's Trusted Helper

R-eliable and trusted helper
O-f the Church Administrator
L-eads the entire flock
A-ccording to the will of the Creator.
N-either eye will turn blind to the fold's spiritual fervor; 
D-oing the things for further victories, he upholds divine endeavor.

E-arly fog-less Friday morn, 
S-eventeenth day of March; 
G-leams will not show up, 
U-nless the rain is parched.
E-ven if the storm is brewing, 
R-ugged wind worsens the weather; 
R-ough seas can't rock the firm servant, 
A-n Administrator's trusted helper.
Categories: eads, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
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