Best Ip Poems
I am in L ove,I am the L
I am L avender,L eaving a traiL.
Like the peta L of a fLower
on your L ip at any hour.
In my L ight you can see
I am in L amp gLowing brightLy.
In your L augh and your smiLe
on your L ook and your styLe.
Though in L ess,will be more
in your L ife,tomorrow sure.
© kashpoet
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Placement: 2nd; (June 2012)
Contest:Alphabet Soup
Sponsor:Nancy Jones
A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.'
You better not shout
You better not sigh
You better not pout
I'm telling you why...
PS Admin is makin' the rounds
They are bound
to be making a list
and checkin' it twice
They're keepin' tabs on who's naughty and nice
They'll know when you cause trouble
Someone will pimp you out
They'll take action on the double (not)
Asking, "What is this all about?"
You better not bully
Or use a curse word
Cuz in Poetry Soup
You'll be labeled a turd
You better not be a troll
Cuz it's a crime
Harassment takes a toll
Even if it's done in rhyme
PS Admin wants poets to have a goal
To be nice to each other without blocking
If you do you may find a lump of coal
In the toe of your Christmas stocking
You better not fire your gun
Then your comment gets deleted
That's called a 'hit and run'
An offense that shouldn't be repeated
PS Admin always reads what you're typing
Sent from your IP address
So, you better stop all your griping
Or your account they will repossess
You better not be cruel and mean
Or you'll find yourself in a deep abyss
Kicked out for being a drama king or queen
Having PS Admin's butt to kiss
Every story has two sides
Sometimes they believe the wrong one
The one where the snide villain hides
After their dirty work has been done
They frown on those who harp on negativity
Team Poetry Soup finds it rather banal
For which some among us have a proclivity
In other words, to make it clear, Don't be a.n.a.l
You better not write of hate
It's best not to be accused
So if some of you can relate
It's better known as being abused
If guilty, you'll get nuttin' for Christmas
But if you insist on being bad
There'll be no POTD for you on Christmas
If you make PS Administrators mad
You don't have to worry about Santa Claus
Just don't make Team Poetry Soup frown
Or you'll get kicked out for breaking their laws
Cuz they have the power to shut you down
R oses, ruby red you always brought with you
O h, my darling, I love you so much it hurts my heart
M y whispers tell you so over and over
A nd time and space does not diminish how I adore you
N ow, sit my darling and we will dine, and
T ip our wine glasses to love eternal
I n the flickering candles we speak so softly
C an we skip the final course, my love
R uby lips need your kisses
O h, come my love, follow me and, lets
M ake this night last long, oh kiss me my love
A nd hold me all the night in your arms, and
N othing can take you from me until the morning
T wo swirling in the moonlight as one . . . because
I inside this dream we are one forever, evermore, oh
C an it be true my love, that you are but a name engraved.
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February 17, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Romantic, Romantic
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9952-51-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Romantic Acrostic
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
I call my apartment (my home) my nest,
with this and that collections and beloved stuff displayed:
Oh, when within my nest I am not stressed,
where my art supplies, books and papers are arrayed;
and it is a place where my soul- can rest.
There is a beautiful kitty that waits,
when I open the door I get meows, kisses and love:
I dread the day heaven opens the gates,
and kitty walks over rainbow bridge to above;
so, amazing the special love- life creates.
Often, I don't want to leave my nest home,
so nice to listen to quiet music, to draw and write:
In my home library I love to roam,
with the sun shining in the windows it feels right;
so I stop- selecting to read a vast tome.
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October 11, 2022
Poetry/Quintain(Sicilian)Non IP/Home is My Beating Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1493-732-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Three Stanza Poem in Quintain (Sicilian)
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/30/2022
Eighth Place
B ugger came in at three A.M.
R ip roaring through the house
"O bloquy did not happen", said he; in denial
"U nder no circumstances was that me"
H yposensitized she became to his brohahas
A nd hanging in there year after year
H appiness disappears, gloom constant companion
A nd then she woke up one day, writing poems
Brouhaha-a stir, a fuss, an uproaring
Obloquy-n- discredit, disgrace
Written: January 30, 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge-B Word
Chosen Word: Brouhaha
Sponsor: Constance La France
This is totally fictional; it is not intended to refer to anyone implied, expressed or unexpressed.
“Life is short. Relish it from beginning to end, and share your joy in it with friends and family." by author of poem
Sip the delight of life as if it were fine wine.
Savor it as you would savor every morsel of a delicious feast.
Life will not always be easy,
So you must take advantage of every precious moment.
Dance, sing, laugh, chase fireflies, and watch the sun rise and set.
Such simple things as these are free.
Life is a gift, and once you open it,
It is more important that you share it with loved ones.
Teach your children the joy of living so that
Your joy in living it will extend itself for generations to come.
I. looked inside of me for the answers but they were invisible.
Blindness over took me and you taxed my patience.
Internally is where I live and my body is what carries me.
R. IP address wasn't found and you stayed hidden.
I waited for my refund and even called upon you with your wealth of information.
I tried to cash my disability check but there were insufficient funds.
S. ince you left I wandered without a plan except to keep it moving.
But I'm no longer available, I'm on the go.
I taxted you but your number was no longer listed.
The taxman always win except when one dies
At night, the sky morphs into
Black velvet with ebony
Creases that glisten with stars.
Darkness engulfs a wobbly
Earth spinning on its axis,
Forever circling the sun;
Gliding silently through space,
Held in place by gravity.
Imagine an eternal
Journey into the unknown
Kingdoms of both time and space.
Lights appear in the sky like
Magic, when the sun sets and
Night gets put on full display.
Orbiting the Earth, the moon’s
Pull sets tides to ebb and flow.
Quasars spin and pulsars pulse,
Revolving at super speeds,
Sending out rhythmic flashes
Throughout the fabric of space.
Uranus and Mars sink, as
Venus and Neptune ascend
While Jupiter basks in the
X-rays streaming from the sun.
Yet, seeing a shooting star
Zip through the sky; tops them all.
remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris
with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse
government or company or corporation
don't matter the size of digital scrap
data microscope will reveal motivation
wanted are all of the small bits of crap
listing phone logs, search queries and such
myriad IP addresses and email recipients
to squirrel away with the lightest of touch
GPS Lat-Long located and databased insidious
to imply we spy on domestics is irrational
since we're "multi-national" by determiner
we're only looking at the "foreign nationals"
'course from "over there" you're the foreigner
you see there's nowhere to run away
no thought too trivial or secret to reveal
what networked digital crumbs can convey
is what gives metadata its big data appeal
© Goode Guy 2013-08-22
It doesn't seem
quite like you're
gone,
this has to be a dream,
knowing each other
had just
begun,
the future were
yet to be seen.
I'd hoped with all my
heart and soul,
but it seems that no matter
what,
to know you better were
my only goal,
but now the future has
come to a
stop.
I'll never forget the thing's
i learnt,
by walking by your side,
and i know that when i speak you'll
hear,
so i know that i don't need to say
goodbye.
Not yet, not ready for
you to leave,
so i'll talk to you in my head,
and i'll see you in my
dreams.
And when the time does
come,
to let go of the past,
i'll say goodbye,
with tears in my eyes,
but you'll know that
our friendship will last.
And just like you said,
in a poem i read,
a poem you wrote for me,
father and daughter,
reunited at last,
and then for eternity.
R.IP (12/07/1967~07/02/2014)
I LOVE YOU DADDY!
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nut duveg pog
zaiveg l naiz nut ta
l yain sug ip za yaiz nieg ta
sanpsenizeug nesp ugzu za yuz nuog
e pez hoeaz ig nait ux i naa
binf juub cizyan iduq
sanyisp dl gez
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For a translation see my previous poem 'Stifling'
Soul Mates
Loving life –
Magical music
Serenades two hearts.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Waltzing through fairy woods
Floating high
Suspended amid dreams
Kissing heaven
Remembering
That special day
When lovers first met…
Hope touches.
Souls united.
Youthful hearts
Not so long ago
Sun setting—
Part 1: Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Part 2: Ingrid Smith-Johnsen
© March 11, 2010
Poetic form: Rengay
Note: My spouse, Ingrid, also writes poetry. Because we have the same IP address, Ingrid
is unable to post on Poetry Soup. (One IP address per family I guess???) So, we decided to
take this opportunity to write together. Thank you for the Rengay contest, Deborah. Smiles,
Dane Ann
802.11 I got it from,
the electro magnetic spectrum.
We can hash it all out and add speed & security,
AES, 3G, 4G, LTE.
Whatever smartphone is modular and popular,
wireless networks, triangulated towers.
It's known to drain your power so you're charging, surfing,
try to find the combination to keep it working.
So we can watch twerking videos, and get spammed,
#twitter, facebook, pinterest, instagram.
TCP/IP and Multi-layered protocols,
7 is the magic number to understand it all.
Physical, datalink, network, transport, session, presentation, application layer,
The seven-layer OSI (Open Systems Interconnect) is the standard integrator.
Refrain:
Beware ye netizens
of the internet troll
dare not feed it.
just sigh and past it scroll
I
There dwell within the internet
A vile creature with a rash wreath
Who spews their venom
From between their buck teeth
II
"Just ignore it!"
Can we get a moderator before we're overran?
Drive out this message board demon
We'll squash this uprising with a ban!
III
Upon it's mind today
"How canst I grieve them now?
Shall I compare thee
To a mountain goat or a sow?"
Refrain
IV
Victim locked within
the creature's sights
It's piercing taunts
Cause sleepless nights
V
Keyboard warriors
To your stations
Defend your brothers
'Gainst this infestation
Refrain
VI
And what spy we
With our IP tracker?
Be it a troll or
the resident hacker?
VII
But soft! What's that
Here comes the beast!
Quick insult his grammar or
Upon our insecurities he'll feast
Refrain
VII
And one by one
By bullying the forum pest
They beat him back and
Drove him to his cheeto nest
VIII
Now he sulks and pouts
Instead of hurling abuse
Too afraid of the outside
But still armed with excuse
VIIII
Soon! he promises
And rubs his hands together with glee
But his insults are flaccid
And won't hurt a flea
I-ndigenous inhabitants/people
G-enuinely
O-ccupying the mountainous
R-ealm that was
O-fficially
T-ransformed into sublime scenery.
M-y
E-xclusive/evolutionary pedigree
For my IP roots from the mountain city and provinces of the north, also known as Cordillera, that has been practicing unique cultures and traditions for years, blended with the cultures of some European and North American countries, especially the love of country music.
September 24, 2022, 8:29 AM
13.3771° N, 121.1646° E