Best Excels Poems
Social Media is raving about my seafood haven.
Any ocean gift you wish is on my menu list.
It is known for chocolate bliss in any form that exists.
I should not dismiss other desserts that are hits.
Casual, tables are papered well for messy shells.
My wait staff excels in manners and menu intel.
I love that guests linger, even ignore phone ringers!
Causes could be shell-spiced fingers or the singer.
Yes, a nightly classic rock band known as “Remand.”
Built on the boardwalk, lights twinkle from the dock.
Floor space grants all my dining guests the chance
To party down, get lost in dance or pursue romance.
All seafood, chocolate, romance and dancing you want
Await your bidding in my oceanfront restaurant.
My relaxed establishment, named ‘Ocean Pleasure’,
Welcomes all to come soon and enjoy its full measure.
The platypus excels at evolution
And displays a super cool solution
For making his way amidst the muck,
He don't run aground. He don't get stuck.
Of this, the platypus would never dream
As a self-respecting monotreme.
Indeed, a platypus of station
Will employ electrolocation.
Let your words not hinder, but be a balm.
He is someone's significant other,
and as they kiss, may your conscience be calm.
He's long been a best friend to another,
tossing back and forth sports balls and wisecracks.
Though annoying, siblings love their brother.
This hardworking son helps Dad with wood stacks,
and excels in gym, his preferred subject,
trading with his peers for favorite snacks.
He's someone's someone, so show him respect,
giving honor to those who know him well.
Before speaking unkindly, please reflect
that waves trinkle to shores after they swell.
The ocean is full of stories to tell.
7/23/22
FIVE STANZA TERZA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
I
Esther and Ruth
In God's Truth
The Bibles 66
Women author lacks
But these two
Esther and Ruth
But what Truth
About Savior-Redeemer
II
Boaz, Kinsman-Redeemer
Honored Great Provider
Hebrews left corners
Part harvest behind
As reapers wind
Their way, labor
No one beggar
Bible provided this
Ruth came: blessed
Boaz wed Ruth
Lineage: Obed, Jesse,
David through Jesus
Began with grain
Communion yet again!
Scripture, RUTH 2: 10
"Ruth fell at Boaz feet and thanked him warmly. 'What have I done to deserve such kindness?' she asked. 'I am only a foreigner.'"
Commentary/ Application: in Old Testament the kinsman can redeem a slave by paying if he has a family connection, per Hebrew law & custom. Jesus is the ultimate Kinsman-Redeemer, hallelujah. In USA, the kind acts of so many citizens to foreigners have blessed America again & again. I found kindness in Greece & UK, but USA excels in aiding 'aliens'. God bless America & all of us. Amen & amein
Jan is so kind, she's versatile with her pen.
She hales as the Limerick Queen.I really
enjoy her wit and sense of humor.
Freddie Robinson's poetry often "wows"
me for it is deep, down to earth and one of
a kind.
Then there's Andrea, I really like her style
not to mention she can write anything.
Heidi has the ability to create lovely pictures
with words. She often supports her soup
friends. I admire her work alot.
Connie Wong is another poet that I enjoy.
She excels in most forms. I especially like
her writes about family and love & romance.
Anne- Lise(Sun Shine Smile) her poetry rocks!
She often supports and encourages her soup
friends. She is the sunshine of the soup.
Gershon Wolf's poetry often makes one think,
or laugh, I enjoy his pen.
Oh I can't forget CayCay, her comments
are always so deep and genuine.
Paul Callus, is another poet that I really
enjoy. His pen is amazing.
Jennifer Proxenos a new poetic friend
from across the pond. I enjoy her pen
very much.
WW's poetry is poetic and deep, and he
really embraces his poetic friends like
family. I like his style.
Richard is such a staple here, I have
admired his poetry since day one.
Silent One has always been one of my
favorites on the soup.
Chris Green is so kind and his gift is
amazing .I'm a fan of his pen
BW, ( Dear Heart) her poetry amazes me
whether its is dark or filled with love, she
draws you with every word
Victor, I really enjoy you poetry, you are
great story teller and an encourager.
Vijay I'm often in awe of you work, I find
it deep and poetic
Tom, you often stop by to ask me how
I'm doing, not to mention your poetry
very good.
Lyric Man has always been one favorites
on the soup.He writes from the heart and
it's in shown in his work.
And Bobby maybe I may be disqualified because
you are near the top of the list ( As far as Favorite
poetic friend goes).
The list goes on and on. I apologize for
the poets I didn't mention. There is too
many how could I just pick one?
Inspired by the " Pick a Friend(s) on Soup Poetry
Contest
9-22-19
The Town of Sintra, Portugal
A tourist attraction, a lovable town
With its twisting and turning roads and lanes
Gardens where Eucalyptus and fur have grown
A town that past glory maintains
The mountainous terrains like ups and downs of life
Apartments on top of hills piercing the skies
Serene, calm and free of hustle, bustle and strife
Each and every fruit tree blossoms and thrives
The Castle of Moors on the highest peak
Pronounces the modesty of Muslim kings
The Pena Palace’s adornments a language of glamour speak
The relics of monument bygone memory brings
Scratch the dust and see what lies beneath
Thousands of impressions of yesteryears
The traversing soldier’s with swords in sheath
And Poet Byron’s1 foot-prints as the dust clears
Debonair nobility in Sintra resides
Decency and charm are the wares he sells
For guests red carpet of generosity provides
His life in harmony of nature excels
The Pera Roche of Sintra, the peaches so sweet
The bakeries and bolos with tastes profound
Its pottery and tiles no one can beat
A paradise on earth that people have found
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1. Lord Byron wrote many of his poems sitting in the gardens of Sintra
Spittle of diddle are many tongues forming spittle
two ends against the middle they diddle spittle
spittle, they diddle, as mucus forms of diddle, spittle
still` Breath of Spirit speaks to even the coldest souls
current of life excels the void womb thus swells
dilly, they dally, in death‘s valley, folly squirms the worms
"Babylon Candy"
“My god you
babble on”
he said.
the guy
thought he was
a giant,
as far as writers go.
She chirped,
“it’s all post humus
humour, from here on in
you know”.
Code-named,
“The Owl”,
she rolled her eyes
and hooted,
“You may as well play
with your marbles
before you lose them.”
“God only knows -
I Am.”
he replied,
“me, myself and I!
By the way,” he adds
quite flippantly,
“you think they could
choose better music...
and what is it
they’re putting
in drinks these days?
The Green Fairy?”
the response,
“Yes, The Green Fairy,
I hear he’s somewhere, here.
Lethal agent that one, excels
at camouflage.”
she elaborated further,
“The Lights don’t help.
You'd think they could
turn them down.”
Meanwhile,
back on the dance floor
of the U.a.U.
(Unicorns are Us)
Publisher’s Ball,
dressed to the 9’s
in 6 inch heels,
a silent observer,
unrevealed
sweet and sour Candy
stood sucking
on a high ball,
some long island iced T
watching on bemused,
waiting
for The Owl’s
next move…
in the bird’s
pocket, not very
well hidden, fully loaded
like a water diviner
perched
the inevitable
big gun
seeking out
The Resistance
burned,
a slow rising story.
flashforward
Hypodiegesis
Chekov’s gun -
"all guts"
the dossier read,
"and by God...
all glory."
Everything
for the
story.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
An old boardwalk on the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.
And Nature's artistic brush
encapsulates this hallmark
moment: where beauty excels.
Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
ink the boards, in abstract art.
Orange and blue commingle:
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.
And familiarity,
warrants a much closer look:
drawing you into the scene.
Canopies of skittish leaves
cast fickle freckles of shade:
between beams of dancing light.
Nostalgia finds pleasantries
that you thought long forgotten:
restoring their enchantment.
And placidity's achieved:
amidst ubiquitous smiles
and sounds of children's laughter.
Petunias share shades of blue
with velvet centers gilded gold.
And white pinstripes enhance each hue,
marking petals vivid and bold.
Roses boast scented scarlet swirls
with crimson centers at their hearts.
And velvety, magenta curls
that exceed the sum of their parts.
Tulips mimic majestic bells,
flaunting colors from plum to fawn.
And their waxen beauty excels
in tints; only Nature can spawn.
Daffodils form trumpets mellow
with green pistils, cinnamon crowned.
And stamen are dusted yellow
where nuggets of pollen abound.
Flowers are Nature's living gems,
a plethora of rare jewels.
And in clusters or single stems,
when all is said the flower rules.
(Quatrain)
11/17/2015
If true, as anthropologists report,
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity's extended family history
Might hiding-seeking
ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults?
Gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual playfull as workless,
taking turns hiding from gifted godlessness,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking
my blend-in brand
of common-scented humanity.
While too tribally divine
to attract anthro-privileged notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.
Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and Other co-spirited?
Some hybrid hide-body/seek-mind
as marvelous neurosystemic stimuli
for curious re-searching
re-connecting
re-ligioning response
Wondrous where and how
our cat-godesses of destiny
will musingly pounce
Not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win
such co-redeeming grace,
rejoining conscientific players
of cathartic evermore adventure
Seeing sight
beyond faith-filled hunting
seeking hauntingly contagious
hidden entrance
finding hopeful exit doors.
I went berserk
I went Down
Down Under the ocean
Down Under the sea
Sea for invisible to be
Sea for none to see
See the limits
See the Rules
Rules to restrict
Rules to follow
Follow the leader
Follow the mediocre
Mediocre is the way to be
Mediocre is the way of life
Life that is bourgeois
Life that is ordinary
Ordinary gets accepted
Ordinary gets praised
Praise the like minded
Praise never the merit
Merit excels
Merit kills
Kill the Merit
Kill the competition
Competition breeds competition
Competition needs competitor
Competitor works
Competitor takes risks
Risk may earn
Risk may reward
Reward is a bribe
Reward is a carrot
Carrot is shown to a horse
Carrot encourages greed
Greed is unending
Greed never stops
Stop the work
Stop the downfall
Downfall cripples
Downfall hurts
Hurt those who push
Hurt others
Others need to imitate
Others need to follow
Follow you
Follow the mediocre
Mediocre is guarded
Mediocre is protected
Protected
Guarded
Shrineetee Kar
Aug 21, 2015
Woods launder no human friendship while freely growing.
Nature excels; man rebels - indeed, indeed, I cannot tell:
One sees a dell darken, then harkens the inward morning;
One seeks inspiration to bargain jargon all cities sell.
First spring then summer done, I am the autumnal sun,
Bright so no trees choke over man’s smoke-rendered shroud.
My life has been the poem such raw nature strummed,
Then strung with spun-flavors from a low-anchored cloud.
To a Marsh Hawk in spring, my poems would easier sing
Than within the circuit of this plodding life of society.
I was made erect and lone within a forest-toned scene
That soothed me with a song of nature scored in propriety.
POEM TITLES USED / HENRY DAVID THOREAU
1. Friendship
2. Indeed, Indeed, I Cannot Tell
3. The Inward Morning
4. Inspiration
5. I Am the Autumnal Sun
6. Smoke
7. My Life Has Been the Poem
8. Low-Anchored Cloud
9. To a Marsh Hawk in Spring
10. Within The Circuit of this Plodding Life
11. I Was Made Erect and Lone
12. Song of Nature
Date: Fri, Dec 25 2015 at 5:07 PM
Ain't scared of the Storms
I ride the Waves on my Boards
Surfing The Waves while they Roar
When they Lift up And Swarm
I turn the Liquid into a Solid Form
While I see some afraid by the Shores
I Wave them to be Informed
That by the Raging Beast in the Sea I'm not Conformed
The Storms see I'm a Warrior in this War
They see my Strength has been Reborn
That it has been Adorned
So they calmly let me Sail
The Sky was Pale
The Darkness in the Air Exhales
Then the Light Excels
The thunder & Lighting Strikes
The Thunder Speaks Of The Knight In this Tale
The Storm feels the Might inside the Knight That Wales
Respect from the Beasts of The Sea
The Megaladons Octopus & Whales
Echelon is the Trail
The Sun Shines bright from the East
Looking at my Compass the Voyage isn't Skin Deep
Now his Soul is Free
I
Some poems write themselves
Maureen McGreavey excels in pithy poetry
So I do not love writing them, sometimes
II
When the Holy Spirit showed me a contrast
Luke 1, a priest prayed for a son (Elizabeth & Zechariah)
When Gabriel brought the good news, he doubted:
"How can this be true. I am old; my wife advanced in age.")
Zechariah was punished, but Mary was rewarded her asking:
"How can this be, I have not known a man?" Truth: innocence!
Zechariah was shut up for 9 months, until he said, "John!"
The name of the son Elizabeth bore, the forerunner of cousin Jesus -
Mary's faith stood not on education, nor upon reading ...
When Gabriel said, "The Spirit will overcome you as you bring
Forth the Hope of Israel: His name is 'YESHUA: God our Salvation!'" -
It stood on simple faith; faith comes by hearing (His Name) Amen
III
We have this treasure in earthen vessles, or jars of clay ...
This treasure, saints, THIS TREASURE, the Spirit of God
The Holy Spirit in each believer; Spirit of God's Holiness
Which is the power displayed in the Resurrection
That is why I have optimism about you, Syria, Iran, that nation ...
Because God makes no rejects, only Masterpieces
Who knew? A girl of Nazareth, a peasant, would be "THEOTOKOS"
- The One who carried God in the Womb - staggering ...
No wonder my India once worshipped through the linga-yoni
The Shiva stone representation of reproductivity
To show the fecundity, provision, multiplicity, through God
That power hidden inside the saints as Spirit: to obey
Dare to be a Mary, beyond the issue of gender, womb & phallus
Dare to be a Mary, birth the CHRIST child in you, with Spirit's aid:
After all, we are to be "Little Christs" in an otherwise dark world
IV
When I see the devotion to honor mothers and daughters
That no one (reading) is dead ... yet! I thank my mom, women in my lineage
"What is impossible with men, is possible with God,"
So said Gabriel, the Archangel in Luke chapter 1. Nativity!