Best Lated Poems
In Deutschland they're called Schmetterling
Mariposa down in Spain,
And although they're called, by different names
They're really quiet the same
Borboleta sounds like fun to say
and Farfalla twist my tongue
But when they're seen in France
They're simply Papillon
But in the Scottish hills
Where they migrate with desire
They call them Dalán-dé
When trans-lated mean "Gods Fire"
No matter what you call them
When their beauty meets my eye
I have to take a moment
To enjoy the Butterfly
SOUP RAP
You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup
An give me a bowl of poetry soup
Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write
It’s sure given me a real big appetite
Cos until last year I ain't never writ a poem
From my brain to my fingers didn't know which way I’m goin
But I now got da buzz, verses poppin hip hoppin
I'll keep on 'til they tell me it's time to be stoppin
We got poems that are sad we got poems that are glad
We got poems that say 'why you treatin me so bad!'
We got poems that are tough we got poems that are gentle
Poems so sentimental that they drive me nearly mental
Poems written in a purple haze alcoholic
Poems written in a field - pastoral and bucolic
See I'm learnin to be lit'rate usin good words not obscene
Words like pastoral an' bucolic whatever they mean
So gimme dat soup from the big tureen
Diip my pen in the saurus if you know what I mean
When the words are plated I’ll be re-stim-u-lated
And my verses contemplated be appre-ci-ated
So put your hands in the air all you poetry soupers
Get it on, solid gone, you da troupers souper douper
Luxuriant garden fit for a lord
Imperturbable tranquility illuminated by the golden hues of sunshine
Teeming with life, bees buzzing, butterflies fluttering, and
Teasing mischievous Pixies so childlike in play
Lovable creatures with their pointed ears,
Elated darting among the foliage flipping and swirling in the air through ivy and trees
I’ll fly, I’ll fly and live on cherries
In the morning I’ll arise a labyrinth flight
On a crown of flowers and berries in Fairyland
Palatable buds flowering a splash of color and trees bring the
Enchanting lithe Fairies with singing and laughter dancing on their toes
Over joyed like popcorn popping from flower to flower
Pleased with the passing of time their wings taking flight scattering fairy dust
Little Gnomes stand guard in sunshine with grass between their toes
Ebullient party in the magical garden of mythical beings
I’ll fly, I’ll fly and live on cherries
In the morning I’ll arise a labyrinth flight
On a crown of flowers berries in Fairyland
6/24/2016
Contest: Little People
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Home Sweet Home Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Haven of safety free from shadows
Orchids freshly picked in the kitchen
Mamma baking Dutch apple pie
Eating home cooked meals every night
Serenity of memories by the fireplace
Wagging his tail, sweet lil' Mugsy
Entertaining family every Sunday
Entering I feel a dependable refuge
Together our house becomes a home
Habitual prayers at the dinner table
Origins of roots through generations
My home is a harborage glued with love
Elated security built from scratch
Date Written: January 31, 2016
Poems from the heart I encounter with blissful delight
Offering vicarious insights in this welcoming global poetry site
Exposing myriad realities expressed in artistic might
Taking my empathy prowess to the next level of sensitivity-height
Reviving my poetic soul to express what’s right in the light
Yes, I’m thankful to God for PS ad the privilege to write!
Seeing my poems published is indeed an extraordinary blessing
Opportunities for faith-growth drives poetic accelerator increasing
Up I mount toward poem-contribution with mentor-poets’ appraising
Pursuit for craft-honing, along word-skill harnessing
Endeavoring to learn in this community, I keep on pressing
Refreshed with fellow-soupers' posts, delightfully pleasing.
Elated am I every time my entry poem garners a place
X-rays of judges keep me poetically fit in the race
Propelled to prevail along N/A (nice always) cheerful days
Enlivened by words, penned with life’s breath-grace
Ready for corrections I regard as worthy praise.
In Poetry Soup, I’m nourished with good comments’ bounty
Empowered likewise to assert truth upheld by biblical certainty
Nursed readily by prayer against attacking distress and anxiety
Cheered up to enjoy life amidst buffoonery masks’ dainty
Enriched to share poems’ wisdom, precious throughout eternity!
Acrostic with rhyme
*Deuteronomy 27:3 And thou shalt write upon them all the words of this law, ...which the LORD thy God giveth thee, a land that floweth with milk and honey; as the LORD God of thy fathers hath promised thee.
May 15, 2018
3rd place, "New Poets Only" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 6/12/2018.
Loveliness Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Lady of my life carrying so much wonder with an
Opal birthstone, a gem to match her smile, she's
Vivacious by nature and brown eyes sparkling...
Ella Rose, my spring fountain sprays while
Latticed hands held crossing the street with
Induced electricity sparking my fire
Naughty while working on her homework and
Elated when her daddy comes home
Sassy days indeed, still perfect in my eyes but...
Shhh...my lovely lady sleeps like an angel
Date Written: February 12, 2016
Your skin glows like a golden apple
blossoms lated as the rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice
and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your
name,Vee.
The evening ascends in on a great owl.
I am calmed by your vesture that
I may dry your tears of anger.
As my feet falls from my bed,
it reminds me of your town.
In the hushed,
I listen for the last buzzing
of the bees.
My heated eyes leaps to your swag.
I waited in the crystal moonlight
for your secret pen,
so that we may write as one,
face to face,
in search of the glorious red
and spiritual class of love
Consoling is echo of love, forever I have heard and known
Oh, how foolish was my youth, searching destiny all alone
Meeting you was utopian debut, and as I did, you felt it too
Indelibly in memories etched, there is no life without you
Never will I do that again, being on road has not been fun
Glad I trudged when I was young, now that trek is all done
Back I am in your hold, as melodies bold, tenderly unfold
Acceding to euphoric feelings two amorous hearts behold
Conjuring images, once dormant, latent clues tugging anew
Kindling now, bright and true, as clandestine passions woo
Home again, I feel charmed, hypnotized in seductive glance
Obsequious in your loving arms, adoring eyes of romance
Mesmerized in soul’s liaison, as bells of joy toll on and on
Elated now, I end my odyssey greeting you in newer dawn
February 28, 2021
Placed 1st: Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
As the depression sets in
I don't know where to began
loss of a child
to the wild flower
I hope she grows within
Abuse of another
but... they still chose each other
Sadden I wish she could see
what I escaped
Before I would have been be-lated
And this I'm stating
Abused I was
Addicted I was
Depressed I was
Heart broken I was
Taken I was
And still stand
with no other hand
within mine
The sea I throw all the hatred
I have within my harden heart
Trying to make a new start
My glass up to the ending
of a sad story
and to a "Happy Ever After This"
A look into my none published book "Get It Together"
It is just complicated
no matter how I try it is
difficult I guess it
is not meant to be
Took me time to
realise needs no
answer nor understanding
yet I still tried
Sometimes wondered
other days lated just
for me to get an answer
hey,it is just be
Longed for long time
answer but ended up
confusing myself I
guess I tried too hard
Impatiently waiting for
the un-know but tried
as if I understand yet
more I tried at least
I tried
I tried for moments,
times but tried I did
nothing but tried
at least I tried.
Favourite flames play in my mind,
Igniting a precious find,
Rages through the very being,
Elated, I find me freeing;
In Your Presence, I am refreshed,
Good waves wash over me afresh,
Never have I felt so cosy,
Instantly, I'm pink and rosy,
To these comforting thoughts I cling,
Imagination - What joy you bring!
Near You is where I want to be,
Great God, You're my eternity.
Musing over these fiery thoughts,
Eternal blessing have I got.
12/15/16
(I've often imagined myself to be God's favourite child and that fire of imagination makes me feel blessed)
(Otherwise titled poetic
gobbledygook trot -
oven chilly cooked confusion eliciting
faint thanks a lot
unbeknownst this tasteless,
senseless, rhymeless... lettered
Rorschach test tease I jot
interpretation, viz hitting
analogously like amorphous melted ingot
watch yourself...
d's lines iz still smok'n HOT,
now I puzzle regarding how
to extricate mess elf aye got
into try'n to strut and trumpet
hightailing to Hong Kong
entrepôt yea, that dot
on the map embroiled -
in political fracas fifteen minutes
of fame Andy Warhol didst allot
every man, woman,
and child even no bot
tee like me.)
Anyway... when zombie like,
I try to dead reckon eyes
purposefulness astride oblate spheroid
nsync with other gals and guys
either one, t'other or all
mask cue lated in disguise
impossible mission to triangulate
Euclid say logic defies
to comprehend gibberish
no matter how much you scrutinize
his highness, qua shape
shifting imperfect square stumps
any tree men douse great mind to analyze
me skewering, marinating, gunning... decries
abiding any logical positivism
queries best addressed to Lord of the Flies
since nary handy dandy blues clues,
I opted out thus...
rubbish provided to synthesize
random words helter skelter
strewn to symbolize
absent any rhyme or reason
courtesy handy matted figurative
trapezoid doth employ
no paradigm to exercise
leaving comprehension after mine demise
so go ahead chastise
cuz I already know,
never will said poetry win apprize.
Jersey Shore was where my family picnicked every year
Under the weeping willow with a spraying fountain near
Nineteen ninety-eight we saw a bald eagle fly west
Eagles always soar that time of year to their nest
Though it was a chilly June we swam in the reverie
Encompassed in frigid waters, we still enjoyed our family
Elated we ate sandwiches and drank fresh lemonade
Needing each other with laughter as in the sun we laid
This tradition became a yearly custom in early afternoon
Holding on the memories of the Jersey Shore in June
Juneteenth Contest
Edward Ibeh
July 7, 2018
I have realised shortly that "silence"is one of my
defence mechanism.
At times when sprayed by anger I drape my
outfit silence.
Yes, I veil my emotions with quietude.
There are lot of aggression boiling inside
powerful mind which is compressed in
my conscience.
When somebody don't value my words
I don't argue, instead ignore them and
prefer being silent.
Soundlessness combined with darkness
often impresses me and brings solace.
Life is full of frosty
thorns while you
try adjusting
with irresistible
people and
their place.
The only way
to smoothen
the spines is to
smear them with
your calmness
and patience
only up to
the extent
that you can
bear.If those
don't turn into
petal soft then,
slice and smash
them with single dare
without any care.
23-6-2020
Second Place in the Contest:-)
Note: Written for Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor:
Silence
Is
Like
Elated
Nerves
Tethered..
Over
Nasty
Ears
W-ords
A-re
L-ovingly
T-old
E-xpressing
R-eal
D-evotion
E-ven
L-ife
A-nd
M-ind
A-re
R-ighfully
E-lated
Topic: Poet (Walter de la Mare)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic