Best J. Poems
For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend to keep
Humbleness and Honesty your virtues
Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return
Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds
Admirable for verse,and much more for gentle deeds
Special is the best word which sincierely describes you.
Dedicated to Flo.J Thomas- a friend who supported so many soupers here on ps ,by reading our poetry,and encouraged so many by giving free memberships ,She even sent so many surprise gifts across the ocean,one of which has even reached my own land,and made me so happy.
Today Flo. is gone.Her account is closed,and Her beautiful words are now replaced by an empty page, on this site.This saddens me deeply. It saddens me anytime any souper gets hurt enough to leave.It hurts because poetry 's purpose is not to hurt people but to unite them.Us soupers here should be more careful how to use our words .Lets not let our tongues work faster than our hearts,nor our pretentious minds play the game better than our kindred souls.Someone have hurt Flo badly by stating mean remarks about Her,so I was told.I don't know who that someone is,because Flo was woman enough not to reveal names,but She was hurt,hurt enough to leave here, and close Her account.I can't watch more soupers leave due this nonesense.Pls lets all be more careful how to use our words.I am not pointing fingers at anyone in particular,I am saying this to myself as well.We all need to be more gentle and respectful .Situations like these are making friends considering leaving here for good, and each time one of us is gone, its a huge loss for our soup familyLet us all remember that once we utter a word we cannot take it back.It is ok for us to be different,have our distinct ideas, it is great to share them,but lets do everything with love.
To our dear Flo I say -'Please do return to poetrysoup and open a new account.I am sure you are greatly missed by many,sweet lady with an uplifting spirit.Thanks for being You.Pls Come Back '.
Between The Lines
Tribute to FJ Thomas
@ poetrysoup.com
No doubt you'll read the words she writes
of love in lovers eyes.
Seashells on a beach somewhere
beneath the clear blue skies.
Holding hands and taking walks
in the springtime in a park.
Or whispers being whispered
by lovers after dark.
But when it comes to those she loves
and those that stand beside her.
Unless you read between the lines
it's all kept safe inside her.
Like dreams some dream long after dark
while laying fast asleep.
And promises of secrets known
she promised she would keep.
There's nothing there to hold her back
there's nothing she must hide.
It's just it's much too personal
to talk of tears she's cried.
There were times in love before
when certain words were spoken.
What she got for all she gave
was getting her heart broken.
So for now she's come to think
of the heart that's in her chest.
Certain things are better off with
those that she knows best.
All in all just like a star
you can see how her love shines.
But to see beyond the light
you must read between the lines.
Edwin C Hofert
Picture provided by: http://s1264.photobucket.com/user/Rita7070/
Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…
Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead! These are castaways of Hades,
rid of depth, stranded upon the dry shallow
Interred where the sun bleaches out the shadows
till whitened ivory fills cavern’s echo:
enmeshed lime, crunching upon errors callow
Jazz died - June’s sun sank into august abyss…
Undertow currents ceased their torments of bliss
Nipped life, silenced like frothing foam vacuum-sealed,
kept smothered in an opaque ocean congealed…
Yard junked, Neptune’s home’s now a derelict mess
and yet he clings to the crap amassed, crownless
Right always, up to the end --------- that no return.
Death will erase the un-sunk bones when they burn
(10/3/2019: '90 Sea Ray DA 350; Discovery Park; ‘my favorite junkyard’)
Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all have them.
Inspiring videos, loving people and supportive friends
Jokes, funny TV shows, and hobbies might help.
Kindness to friends is wonderful, but
Loving them is not as important as loving yourself.
Many do not give themselves this important gift.
Naturally you want the best for others and your family
Outrageous as this might sound, you must
Positively become your OWN best friend first.
Quiet yourself and give yourself this all-important gift.
Rusty as you might be, find your strengths.
See yourself in the best light. Encourage yourself.
Treat yourself with the same empathy you
Utilize with others, a good friend, or a cherished neighbor
Vigorously appreciate your talents and gifts.
Wisest of the wise recognize the
‘Xceptional logic of doing this and often.
You will immediately reap the awards.
Zesty excited attitudes encourage others, please encourage you!
A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields,
drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned.
Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground—
bloated and weathered,
strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements.
Legends of wraiths wander,
replicating whispers of infected insanity.
Laughter lingers in suspect echoes,
Rippling from pasts reborn in presents: futures to be later replaced by the past.
The smell of burnt sugar crackles with the purr of buttered kerneled corn: invading the nostrils with senses whose stimuli feign belief.
A faint humming of Entry of the Gladiators creeps in loudening crescendos, adding to the cacophony deigning dormancy in the field
Fragmented timelines intersecting by the call of the Barker
Stained cotton candy melts, reconstitutes, melts once more
Saturating replicating stands with insidiously sticky omens
Ghastly sickeningly sweet mori mementos
Resurrecting the dead from preternatural slumber.
Within fractured milliseconds, the cycle of the tormented deceased rise
From the ashes of unburnt airwaves,
Rippling through screaming minutes yet frozen in the midst.
A varicosed bearded woman floats aloft grassy overgrowth
Reanimated tigers lurk and phantasmal elephants howl,
Rings round the air in gaseous hush, like cigars puffed by moustachioed men of game,
Insufflating smoke with striped suits in candied reds and white.
The air rises to the resurrected show,
Cries confused for laughter tickle cochlea of the living.
Entering contests isn’t a race
First past the post may not get a place
Don’t make it a mission
To get first position …
Attacking sponsors is a disgrace
Written after reading F J Thomas's blog AFTERAFFECTS OF HOSTING A CONTEST
30th May 2015
FINGERTIPS (( collaboration MICHAEL J. FALOTICO ))
by~ MICHAEL J. FALOTICO
I reach in the dark with my hands stretched out the window..
My fingertips feel your vibe as the breeze that carries you starts to grow..
I close my eyes so tight and can almost feel your breathe..
Only way to hold you without taking a step..
With my mouth wide open I can taste your kiss..
What I can't see or touch is left in my head to miss..
Certain nights can almost feel the sensation of your tummy,
being shaking in pleasure.
The warm salty taste that forever is my treasure...
by~ P.D:
Finally! I feel your breath, I got you all to myself.
Some how thousands of miles feel only a square foot away.
Imagining you in arms distance comes with a tasty delight.
Please my darling rest your weary head on my legs!
Slowly massage your fingertips upon my shoulders.
In hopes that I may give you more to explore.
I surrender and value your gentleness ~ wanting more.
I want to feel you with my eyes close'
Gliding your fingertips with a touch only I desire;
Your tenderness ignites me with an eternal fire.
Greedily we will feel not wasting a single thought,
including deep breaths~ you nor I cannot stop.
Switching and opening the kisses you treasure!
A Collaboration with * MICHAEL J. FALOTICO
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
You do not know this,
but there are nights
I willingly fall to the ground,
knocking the wind out of myself,
staring up into infinity,
wishing someone up there
would send you back to me,
As if I deserve it,
As if you still speak my name,
As if time could be conquered
Yet, I allow myself a fantasy,
A breath held for a memory,
In hopes of feeling innocent again,
For innocence became us in childhood,
Blood was unknown to me
For love flowed through my veins,
Heart pumping the shine of your smile
through my entire being in circulation,
Laughter is heard, as stars are seen,
Each twinkle holds a moment of us,
As time has torn us asunder,
Life has revealed new loves,
new loves inspired anger,
anger ensured your hatred of me,
Thus, I became what all now see,
A child changed to cynic,
A poet who hates emotions,
A man who desires no faith,
For nothing moves me now,
Yet my words still know you,
A million apologies failed,
No sense in repeating failure,
No reason to cry more tears
if none will show you my humanity,
My pain now motivates my attitude
Thus, my soul is forever lost,
Despite the aforementioned change,
I still miss you daily, in misery,
with regret that lasts an eternity,
Hope for us, is my hope for heaven,
A paradise I have experienced before,
As I embrace the magic of the moment,
I briefly disregard my own logic,
hoping for an answer from nowhere,
For a chance to desire to change,
to see again, to trust again,
Praying to a god I no longer believe in,
to protect you and never melt your wings,
for I could not recognize you any other way,
I repeat,
You did not know this,
Yet this lets me know,
Heaven or hell,
Life or death,
Angel or human,
God or no god,
I have my opinions,
Yet two truths are proven,
You are an angel to me,
and... I Love You.
I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection.
Excellence I can reach for; perfection is God’s business.
Michael J. fox
Michael J. Fox
comic genius as he rattle-talks
Family ties, Secret to My Success, Spin City
Back to the Future…give applause, not pity
2/9/2022
I never planned to walk along the beach today…
Now I am glad my mind steered me this way…
Watching him sit there, lost in thought…
Evoked emotions, I was completely overwrought…
How do I get him to notice me?
How can a stranger make me weak at the knees?
Do I go for the cliché and send over a drink?
I have a weird feeling he might be my missing link…
Took a walk today on the local beach…
My pad in hand but my poem and words couldn’t reach…
So I stared out into the sea, hoping the right words to come to me…
And there walks a vision of beauty too far from me to touch…
I wonder, is she wearing a ring or is a broken heart her crutch…
Can’t let her go without a word or a funny line…
Maybe a cocktail or two if she gives the right sign…
I wonder should I make the first move…
He might think I am forward and disapprove…
My feet have a mind of their own…
Moving towards him, I can smell his cologne...
A simple hello can do no harm…
Who knows maybe my voice will work its charm…
She is moving closer and my nerves take a run…
The setting sun on her shoulders as the sky steels the sun…
Your smile glows as our eyes talk without saying words…
Then your accent finishes me off as soft words are heard…
Everything is a blur as you are the only clear sight…
My mind ponders just to hold you through the night…
Your smile a sign of our mutual attraction…
My simple “hello” a natural reaction…
As we sit across from each other…
I can’t imagine spending the night with another…
dear Lord thank you for J B
as sweet as a sugar plumb
thank you for all the thins he's done
he has encouraged us and helped us grow more than he may know
and I pray you continue to bless him where ever he may go.
God bless you John from james, leanne, diane and josh,
have a Happy easter.
I miss you mom,
and I could tell you a million reasons why
the way you use to take care of me
when I was sick or in need at night or day.
and sometimes when I wasn't happy
maybe I'll be depressed,sad,or mad
You would always come to comfort me and make me laugh and smile
I miss u mom
so very,very much
i sometimes just miss u so much until,I'll curve your name in my arm,or just began to
cry just thinking of u.
I miss u mom,
why did the man above have to take your life away?
i only got to be with u for 9 years that's it
that's not even enough time,for all of the year i got before me without u in my life
I miss u mom.
i sometimes see u in my dreams at night
and in my mind all of the time
i love and miss u a lot
but i try not to think of u that much,because it hurts so bad when i cry a river of
tears,just for u
but i guess that's a good thing mom
because I'm still loving u and will always love,miss and respect u
even though your gone to a better place...
I MISS U MOM.
By Poet "In this crazy world we must now live. Be loving and be kind, it is free so give it away."
Today living in this crazy old world,
where our own feelings seem to be unfurled,
are we becoming robots looking burled?
Some of the good things in life cost nothing,
should we all spend more time being loving,
our many bad words we should be crushing.
Many words and actions have strong power,
wear a big smile like a pretty flower,
our words and actions should be sweet not sour.
Loving kindness can come in any size,
make someone's day a wonderful surprise,
take them to watch a beautiful sunrise.
Kindness costs nothing so give it away,
in this crazy world we live day-to-day.
I knew Billie and Bobbi and boy, were they fun,
At the end of the day when my work was all done,
And Miss Sally Sue Treet was a challenge to beat,
For the bakery that closed at the end of the street.
There was Pamela Jo with her joyful embrace,
And Miss Candy La Beau with her lip-sticky face,
There was Millie and Minnie and little Miss Mutt,
And the burgers we ate at the Chicken-Kiss Hut.
Now all of these moments, both loud and obscure,
Are the days of my life at the speed of a blur,
But in spite of them all and the fun they portray,
I would rather write poems with Emilia J.
For what is the world but a window to life,
And a garden of fruit to a husband and wife,
If you capture these truths in a far-reaching way,
Then you may win a bust of Emilia J.
Now Emilia J. is the master of poems,
And her works should be read in the finest of homes,
If you want to be read in a scholarly way,
You should write for the praise of Emilia J.
Now her works can be read in a comfortable bed,
With a husband named Bill or a woman named Fred,
If you want to be touched in a wonderful way,
Then you must read the poems of Emilia J.
It was, they say, a beautiful day
A beautiful day for Emilia J
A day for surprise, a day for a song,
A day for a friend to be tagging along.
Emilia, darling, said Lisa La Bow
Who gestured above at a plane flying low
Just watch all the poets, who practice their trade,
Fly in for the start of the Poet Parade.
The Poet Parade, why Lisa La Bow,
Just when did you hear of this upcoming show,
My spirit is high, but my radar is low,
Please tell me, dear Lisa, just where do we go?
This upcoming show is our biggest parade,
Where poets read poems and they sip lemonade,
The real event is the contest to see,
Which poem resonates with the right company.
Emilia J, your poems are the best,
Your work should be sung for the world to attest,
Although you are joyful and like to have fun,
I long for the day when your message has won.
Now Lisa La Bow, I’m happy you know,
I dance to the beat of a rock and roll show,
But should I compete, nobody would say,
Let’s dance to the beat of Emilia J.
Emilia J., you stand on the brink,
So write what you will, but do what you think,
The whole world is watching and waiting for you,
To write us a poem that will carry us through.
Now Emilia J. was an angel they say,
Her poems were the best in a wonderful way,
She gave it all up for a star in the sky,
So heaven is here in the blink of an eye.