Best Just Poems
I was at my favorite restaurant and I'd had a lovely meal,
if I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat,
the dessert menu was on its way, oh I couldn’t wait for that
The waitress brought the menus, I rubbed my hands with glee,
oh sticky toffee pudding, now that’s the one for me
She came to take the order – we had waited as you do,
turning to me she said ‘now Madam, what can I get you’
Oh stiffy cockie pudding please was my swift reply -
I didn’t realize what I’d said till I saw tears form in her eye.
I went as red as a beetroot and the others began to laugh,
at my spoonerism which turned into a complete gaffe
The pudding it came quickly but I couldn’t wait to leave,
I choked on every mouthful, how my stomach it did heave
So please take notice of my error on this horrendous day,
if you order sticky toffee pudding be careful what you say!
In my little garden, balmy blooms are on display.
My purple Zinnia wears the crown in August sun
attracting tiny Hummingbirds and butterflies.
Ripe golden mangos blush with scarlet hues
so lush and juicy sweet…a favorite fruity treat.
Cooling ocean waves lure swimmers to the shore.
School begins, a sigh, it’s just August once more.
8-7-22
~First Place~
JUST AUGUST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
I long to write a poem just right
Between the somber and the light
To tease the edges of a heart
To hook the reader from the start
Seduce them with a metered plea
A nuanced message: “follow me”
For I invite you to ascend
The peaks we’ll reach before the end.
To wander lost across the page
To tap the knowledge of the sage
To walk away wondering why
The answer is the endless sigh
Why poetry will never die
For words are fashioned without guilt
In whispering poetic lilt
That holds a hand, that tugs a heart
Bids you adieu as you depart
Rejoices in that gentle touch
That poems long for oh so much.
©5/24/2022
Praying for the day I meet heaven
You being there sharing this moment
In paradise here I come with open arms
Listening to the song of a magical lullaby
I will bathe in your teardrops love
That special place drowns in a sea of roses
Kissing gently the eyes that they fall from
Our time must flow in ceaseless praise
Salted everyone in your deep beauty shines amazing grace
A piece of your heart's dreams
fantasies and love sails away in a treasure pearl
Spices of the soul I surrender to your drops
Falling from a great height like summer rain
All of the things that make us who we are
Softly as they run a river gently down the face
Unrhymed tercet
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 08.08.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
he enters the room
coyly she tugs her skirt
just a bit
enough to reveal her shapely legs
tossing back her golden tresses
she shakes her head
just a bit
hoping to attract his eyes
tiny shift of the derriere
she takes long, gentle strides
just a bit
has he seen her yet?
bending to reveal cleavage
she winks as she pours champagne
just a bit
a taste of ambrosia from a vixen
“Sometimes less is more,”
she says in a deep, sensual tone
“Just a bit,
I saved the best for you.”
in the mirror she sees his eyes
they follow her
just a bit
before he saunters to her side
he kisses her hand
warm and soft
just a bit
camouflaged emotions become clearer
other partygoers stay inside
he coaxes her with flashing green eyes
just a bit
as he leads her to the lakeside pavilion
a vision in the moon’s soft light
she moves closer
just a bit
and whispers demurely in his ear
“Your place or mine?”
they giggle
just a bit
"Should we call the babysitter?"
You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face
Asked me why I didn’t show you any compassion
All I could say was that:
‘I’m just a man’
I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight
Told you I loved you and everything will be all right
Yet, I showed no emotion,
because ‘I’m just a man’
All the answers to your questions, I couldn’t find
I was impatient,
because ‘I’m just a man’
All those times you would scream and shout went unnoticed
I thought you would calm down after the silence
I never meant to hurt you,
but ‘I’m just a man’
I can still remember the day you said goodbye
I was so confident you would come running back
I wish I wasn’t so arrogant,
but ‘I’m just a man’
I saw you walking the other day with another guy
I can’t help but be jealous,
because ‘I’m just a man’
I saw you smile and you seemed so happy
Finally, you met someone who understood you
Who will show you compassion and hold you tight
You deserve a real man, not someone still a boy
But how could I understand,
when I don’t understand myself
I was an unloved child who lost his childhood
Nobody taught me how to become a man
Nobody told me the difference between right and wrong
Nobody taught me how to love and care for another
School didn’t teach me anything about life
Now here I am again all alone,
dealing with the ghost of the past
Even though you don’t think so,
I did love you deeply
Guess I didn’t say it enough,
because ‘I’m just a boy
I hope you have forgiven me
for the times I hurt you
Because
‘I’m not a man’,
‘I’m just a boy’
The Silent One
Simple Musing
Originally posted
9 September 2015
An abundance of fragrant florets
constant reminder of regrets
Although they consume the misty air
they seem stale, because you're not there
Your absence has left a hollow void
Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid.
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
How the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The hands of time are no friends of mine
Growing old, should have been our shrine
In your world full of confusion
Life can be full of delusion
My love for you still remains supreme
Our reunion is my last dream
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The heart craves to hear your sweet voice
but your departure has left no choice
Now only silence is what I hear
Life has no sound without you near.
Only the room vibrating with cries
Won't you save me from this demise
Come before this dancer's heart dies
Bless me with one last sight of your eyes
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
Still that guy who made your heart go 'wow'
Don't say its that final curtain bow
Senorita don't forget our vow
My beloved come back to me now
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The Silent One
Simple Musing
3 November 2017
Before I ever saw those eyes
How deeply I loved you
Before you read my first thought
I found you
Before you ever dreamt of my lips
I kissed your smile
I meant nothing to you
and you were already my world
I lived in every breath you inhaled
till that same breath became
an exhile to a ghostly past
Tonight,I live for what was
Tomorrow I live to exist
for what remains
For what remains
from that yesterday
before I stopped calling your name
I stopped following footprints
Stopped searching your arms
Stopped seeking the moon
and believing in stars
And Oncemore...
In my soul's dusky night
I will remember you...
and who We used to be
Through silent distance
I 'd feel you within me
Ever so soft,just like the wind
Like zephyr breeze
which left my cheek
yet lingers sweetly
into my sleep.
Revised Poem
When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.
Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled cleverly among the fallen.
A daydream smiles,
in a seductive voice.
Conjured memories evolve,
from indifference to fact,
plunging deep into fantasy,
erotically eager,
intoxicatingly anxious.
All is euphorically joyful.
05/16/2021<>
As I look back upon my life
And what it might have been
And see how fast it all past by
It’s almost like a dream
It started with much promise
Though it had it’s share of bumps
And now I sit here reminiscing
With my bruises scars and lumps
I could have been a comic
But I wasn’t very funny
I could have been a playboy
But I never had the money
I could have been a rockstar
But I couldn’t sing a note
Might have been the president
But i never got a vote
Could have been a carpenter
But I never had the tools
Could have a banker
But I never liked those fools
Could have been a model
But i never had the looks
Could have been a teacher
But i never read those books
Could have been a moviestar
But i never learned to act
But what I am is all i am
And baby that’s a fact
The moral of the story
Is a simple as can be
Go and try be what you want
Or you’ll end up just like me
--
Most of us are afraid to fly
Because we fear we’ll fall
But better to try flying than
Continue to just crawl
So spread your wings
and take a chance
Because life can be quite brief
And maybe all it ever took
Was a little self belief
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!
It wasn't because she did
gymnastics with boorish
poetic forms.
Nor was she cute or wordy.
using only the shortest
forms.
I was in search for something
far deeper that healed me with
human warmth and a soul balm.
Best of all, through her, I was
to learn to waltz happily with
shadows of my past!
And to know that love seems
to end, but I found contrarily it,
in another form, always lasts.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
I kept coming back to read her
at the Soup.
And, finally,after a number of
months,
I concluded to sign up and
express myself with my freshman,
weak pen.
I used to write the saddest poetry,
before I came here.
I try now to stay away from poets
who hate my country, or get joy out
of living in lost love or sadness.
And to avoid all who laugh at and
demean myself!
Belittling others in a poem, creates
and furthers world madness.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS
Indeed my days have transformed
from gloom to splendiferous gladness.
No hopelessness nor grief can
fingerprint my life any longer.
And in the days to come, may
my words become far stronger.
BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS!
**Her name is known best to the
the humblest of the twinkling
stars and God's ears**
With affection and thanks~
Just yesterday
I was crying
Leaving home for the 1st grade
7th, 10th, 12th
Just yesterday
I threw that cap in the air
Bright eyed
Facing the world
Wow, who is that girl
My wife
The mother of my children
Just yesterday
Our babies were born
Responsibilities
Doing what had to be done
For my family
Bad job, good job, great job
My career
Just yesterday
The children are grown and gone
With the grandbabies
Busy lives
Of their own
I see them every once in a while
Just yesterday
Retired
People look right through me
I am a ghost
My body is failing
Cant remember
Like I use to
They put me in this wheelchair
In the hall
That girl
My wife
Went on ahead
I hear her calling me
Just yesterday
God said it was ok
She has waited long enough
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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done
Heidi always brings a smile
Brenda tempts my heart
Sandy posts poetic dreams
Connie’s whispered art
Gershon really makes me laugh
Maureen, she can write
Hello There and Andrea
make my mornings bright
John, who makes the soupers sing
Nina, she’s a hoot
Kim can pen most anything
Pixie’s words so cute
Sunlite you are number one
you’ve always been my friend
I’m sorry I omitted you
it won’t happen again
Anne-lise always makes me think
Ilene sure can rhyme
Brandy’s thoughts are beautiful
Eve makes poems shine
Limericks are Jan’s forte
Affection is Cay Cay
Alexis, Chantelle, Carolyn
take my breath away
A warrior who floats on wings
A very Silent One
Bobby May bring happiness
and Spock, no wait, his son
Disco, Beth and Jeanne are new
at least they are to me
Janice, Tania, Sandra Weiss
much talent in these three
Line and LuLoo and Dear Heart
well, what more can I say
So many poets I call friend
on any given day
There are a few from long ago
when I first found this site
I can’t forget to mention them,
it just would not be right
Charmaine, I miss her the most
Paloma just as much
White Wolf wrote some crazy stuff
Darren had the touch
Agnes, Leanna, Anne-Marie
all were friends of mine
Becca, Dale, Lisa, Sue
Poetry so fine
Christy, Daniel, Freddy, Lin
so many from the past
Forever doesn’t happen now
it seems some things don’t last
But back to what I’m trying to say,
before this poems’ done
So many here that I admire,
it’s hard to pick just one
So, thank you all for all you do,
the kindness that you show
I’m blessed by every one of you
and wanted you to know
Inspired by but not written for Bobby May’s Pick A friend on Soup poetry contest
Oh hell, I going to enter it anyway. I know it won't win because it doesn't follow the rules but rules are meant to be broken, right?
Five years ago, to me, you were just a photo
I had no idea who you were
Through your words and kindness
We've become wonderful distant friends
You have opened your heart to me, and I to you
You have made me smile, laugh and sometimes cry
Even though we've never met face-to-face
I wept when you said goodbye, forever
And I smiled when you became, anew
You expressed your feelings and emotions
Told me about your love and lovers
Reminded me of my childhood
And helped me cope with my growing age
I never knew what would become of us
I never knew what a joy it would bring to me
But now I know, and I've come to realize
Spending an initial thirty-five dollars
And eventually becoming a life-time member
Was clearly one of the best investments I have ever made
You have brightened my hours, my days, and my life
So, I just want to say
To PoetrySoup and to all the wonderful friends I've met here
From the bottom of my heart...
I thank you all
That last day leaving summer camp,
didn't know she would be there too.
My protector, my ghost..
I expect each of us as kids dreamed,
yet scared to define the two.
Watched as she drove away, life lost a little of its taste
so far out of my league, yet always wondered,
what another life could've replaced.
Don't invest in secrets of yesterday,
and certainly not tomorrow.
Put all your coin on this today..
that which all old men
seek to borrow.
Carry your heart for all to respect,
live long all precious days.
Don't trust your soul to intellect,
for it'll abandon you..
just when you trusted it
to stay.
There's genius in a child's clutch,
and love in life's brocade.
Without it most don't hold to much,
and see all wither that they made.
Don't know if the past matters much,
to me remains ever just the same.
When two lives shared all in touch,
and one just a picture in a frame.