Best Jour Poems
"Had I not broadened my menu, I never could have developed Good Taste"
With all these ingredients, that have simmered in this soup
Has made some tasty dishes, from caviar to poop
With chefs from 'round the world, and recipes sublime
Has made their kind of poetry, a favorite meal of mine
PS: the part mentioning the poop (pooh) is attributed mainly to Jan Allison's contributions in the Soup, You've Got to Love Her !
Categories:
jour, appreciation, feelings, friend, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
An eighteen year old sailor on the Riviera in the Spring
Mademoiselle Your smile can make my young heart sing
Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo who could ask for more
I volunteered for the USO, so on duty days I could be ashore
I held her hand and said bon jour, i danced with her that day
Looking into her eyes, Aime-moi, s'il vous plait
Stopping by a sidewalk cafe, we had a glass of Beaujolais
Then I walked her home and promised to meet another day
Two days later I returned but she was nowhere to be found
I saw her one more time before my feet left solid ground
It was a one time memory, a love not meant to be
She returned to college and I returned to the sea
I still have those memories and the wonders that we saw
But to cry, i'l n'est pas necssaire pour cela.
I think back sometimes and it cuts me like a knife
France will always be a special part of my life.
Categories:
jour, love, nostalgia, places, time,
Form:
Couplet
Facebook's beginning to look like Poetry Soup
There's Becca! Richard! Tim's in the group!
Julia's here! Andrea! Liz and Paul
Demetrios! Eileen! WOW that's not all!
So come on in and join us
Cause you never know who'll you see!
We're making Soup out of Facebook
And it's looking good to me!
3/4/26
Categories:
jour, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte les guident.
Quand la terreur reignera, le jour deviendra tout noir
la paix prendra la fuite, la vie nous quittera
l'amour disparaitra sous nos yeux
moi voila que le corps de mon corps me quitte.
Je deteste ma vie, voila que je l'ai toujours fait
mon ame est en route de demenagement
j'ai toujours voulu connaitre mon existence
mais le temps m'a toujours empeche de le connaitre
pauvre moi, j'ai la foi et la volonte mais la force me manque.
J'ai la chaleur dans moi et la honte dans mon coeur
mon ame et mon corps me brillent
j'ai la sensation d'une petite etre, sur cette enorme terre
ma vie est en danger, je l'ai voulu et voila que je l'ai perdu
je l'ai manque et je suis dans le desespoir.
Mon coeur me lache, la vie me blesse, me deteste et m'humiliee
la terreur me guide, mes pieds sont devenus des bois et la terre du feu
ca me chauffe sans arret
je suis dans le noir, le tenebre qui m'entoure ne me donne pas pause
il me guide chaque jour et m'oblige a tout donne
je laisse tout et je pese sur coeur.
La meilleur facon de mes meilleurs moments, me faite et me creee la honte
parmis ceux qui etaient les mien
ca me chauffe, ca me fait mal
la honte me reclame
j'ai la jeunesse sous mes yeux mais je touche la vieillesse
je jaunie comme les bananes de mes enceintres
je reflechi mais ma memoire est deja si fatigue
mon coeur est fache contre moi, il me quitte sans pitie
je reste avec un trou enorme dans ma poitrine.
Le gout de mes levres est deja amer
j'ai la poesie au bout de ma langue et la justice sous mes levres
la colere des dieux me reclame, le pouvoir des mien est indesirable
je ne suis plus moi meme, lorsque je n'entend plus ce petit voix dans moi
qui m'indique le chemin et me montre le beau cote des choses.
La terreur des dieux est tout pres
ca fait honte de mandier celui que t'as neglige et blesse dura ton existence
mon coeur est en larme, c'est quoi d'abord vivre?
la puissance de la nuit nous tombe dessus, oui, toi et moi
nous allons pleures, cries et mourir de peur
le jour du jugement est la!
Categories:
jour, depression, sad, scary,
Form:
To a Kind and True person
Mystic Rose
I love it in this kitchen
The aroma is just fine
The taste of these confections
complimented
by fine wine
And although there's many Chefs
And recipes to savor
I'm drawn to something wholesome
A simple unique flavor
It's so very satisfying,
Cooking with this group
But I'm always looking forward
To a cup of Rose's soup
Categories:
jour, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
God bless the counter tenor
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Member of my divine Parliament
Halos abounding and sounding
Of Celestial bliss and perfectude.
\Pitching pulchritudinous pitches,
Pushing me to transcendence.
No God can touch this
Nor man bring down.
God bless the counter tenor
Categories:
jour, inspirational,
Form:
Pastoral
written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
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To avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today, i wanna die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why
death be not proud when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft Waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled from the womb,
his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal DNA wash.
Categories:
jour, age, angst, birth, christmas,
Form:
Personification
J'ai oublié le jour
Quand tu as volé mon coeur
je suis devenu très froid
la vie je ne crois pas encore
la musique m'a échappé
Je ne ris plus
je n'ai plus de larmes
ni de charme
morte comme la rose noire
J'ai oublié le jour
j'ai oublie mon coeur
je ne connais plus l'amour
rien n'est tout ce qui m'appartient
J'ai oublie ma vie
et tout le reste
comme ça il n'y a pas d'histoire
seulement une larme et le noir
Viens me voir
sous les étoiles
sous la terre
oublie moi
Categories:
jour, history, memory, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
Pome du jour
Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse
The seas and the trails
Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes
(If we please)
And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco.
The medium is, after all, the message (per Marshall McLuhan)
And a poem must need not 'mean' but 'be' (per Archibald McLeish)
Hence, loose the bonds of that inveterate evil thing - mind
And think tangentially, not crossing, not intersecting
(think in terms of a curve approaching its asymptote),
For therein lies the truly spiritual beings we are.
A god is immaterial here. But: Vaya con dios,mi amigo.
Categories:
jour, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
No never no calls
From daughter or son
No never it seems
Nobody no way.
Daughter is plastic
And son is too old
No never, no calls,
Never, no way.
Industrial pimping
To arouse a eyebrow,
But to take a mere moment
No, never, no way.
Categories:
jour, birthday, fathers day, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
a double parrilada
beef empanados
chimchurri chips
morcilla pudding
dulce de leche ice cream
provlone
cheese!
Categories:
jour, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
"Hey, Waiter! There's a shark doing the backstroke in my soup du jour!"
"I wouldn't worry too much about it sir! He won't eat much of it for sure!"
Entry for Anthony Slausen's "Shark In The Soup" Contest
Categories:
jour, fish, food, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Our first drawn breath A symbolic pact
Stating Mother Nature's works as natural acts
Without sayers of fortune
Or circled hands professed of shine
Only an arachnid's sky bound brood
Did manifest her vision in his mind
In morning bright
Were shooting strings and streaks of gleams
Trailing little things
Wishing stars in broad daylight
Little green spiders
Previously felt A feeling's core
Same of nature Only different than the one before
In pre-launch mid-morn sun
Lashed to strands of silken catchers of wind were shimmering pieces of her
dreams, each silent image a reflective portrait, her beautiful ways and means
Ushered gently aloft in a morning's breeze
In colors deluxe
Sequences of movie scenes flashed on Golden-Era silver screens
Born from spinnerets of spider 'lings
To glide across our mind on glistening linear wing
As if on cued melody each streaming web reflected times of a young love past
Holding hands or sitting on the grass
Carefree without worry, they thought forever their days would sing
Standing graveside of a long lost bride
A gray-haired man smiled as he cried, did ask in jest
"My dear, in what manner or form will your collusion de jour with
nature haunt me next."
We love these moments of past dreams dreamt, regardless they be natural acts
or heaven sent
Categories:
jour, confusion, death, lost love,
Form:
ACROSTICS DU JOUR
ODIS
Once upon a very sad time,
Disappointment crossed my hapless mind.
Instead of thinking that would be fine,
Someone gave me this dog to walk behind.
SUZANNE
Supple and sweet within my reach
Under starry skies or sandy beach
Zigzagging memories across my heart
Another moment and we will part.
Now I’m alone and she’s not here.
Nothing I can do will soothe this fear,
Each separation starts it all over again.
RAIN
Releasing torrents of the wet
Allowing the dirt no time to set.
Increasing the patter on the ground
Nothing but sunshine will stop the sound.
CANDY
Crunchy or gooey in the mouth
Always a favorite in the North or South.
Never enough to satisfy your insatiable hunger,
Destroyed your teeth when you were younger.
Yesterday or tomorrow, the outcome’s the same.
FAT
For ever and ever those inches abound,
Around your waist you deposit that pound.
This can be reversed, just walk the ground.
DOORS
Doors have only two functions in this world.
One side keeps the world out, the
Other side lets the world in.
Regardless of your choice, it’s easy to
See, neither one is without sin.
BUMPS
Before road graders things were not smooth.
Unless at the beach or on the enamel of a tooth.
Man gets exhausted keeping things on a flat plane.
Perfectly smooth so boring, like riding a windowless train.
Savor the ups and downs, it stimulates the brain.
AROMAS
Among the many morning scents,
Ranking as first and here’s a hint.
Other than gas this too comes to from a bean.
Many can smell it and not be seen.
Armed with a jolt those jitters dissipate
Surely God made it for us, isn’t coffee great.
Categories:
jour, life, satireworld,
Form:
Acrostic
Pigeons Du Jour
Coming soon to your city
Birds that poop soap
Not yet in production
But researchers hope
To modify pigeons
With a new bio-brick
In synthetic bacteria
That somehow will stick
To fats in their system
And then lower PH
Turning poop into soap
I know you can’t wait
With statues eroding
From years of decay
These soap pooping pigeons
Just might save the day
And if you get bombed
By a pigeon in flight
Your clothes will get cleaner
Or I think that they might
For this story about pigeons
And the soap they might poop
You can thank Uncle Mike
For another news scoop
Categories:
jour, education, food,
Form:
Rhyme