Best Logged Poems
Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.
Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E mails to Santa to see what they could get
Koalas draped high treetops with shiny garlands green
And furry possums lined their dens in golden glitter sheen
Wallabies joined in with bright balloons hung on their tails
All the crows tied streamers, cascading from the rails.
Kookaburras’ laughter changed to Christmas songs
While magpies and peewees piped along in throngs.
A wombat and a bandicoot made honeysuckle punch
The parrots came too early and drank’ til they got drunk
And when the’ Magic Pudding’ came to help with Christmas Dinner
His taste was so delicious he left a trifle thinner.
With a Kangaroo as Santa, his pouch stuffed full of cheer
hopping ‘round the outback in the hottest time of year
Just guess what all the drovers got- lots of ice-cold beer.
Suzanne Delaney
For Children's Christmas Poem Contest for Carol Eastman
~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~
When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!
Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree
Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show
A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart
Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!
I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh
Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand
Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?
Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream
Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down
She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain
Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!
We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1
A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend
Dedicated to:
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
NEW NOTE:
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.
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erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away
saves stack each upon each
I just logged in on the Poetry Soup Home Page
My photograph appeared as if I was on stage.
It was among the members of premium stance
so I blinked my eyes and took a second glance.
So surprised, I think my heart skipped a beat
I wonder who could've done something so sweet.
I may never know who is so generous and kind
"Thank you" from my heart. You're on my mind.
*My sincere thanks to the one who wishes to remain anonymous.
I joined this site called Poetry Soup
So I could write about turds or poop
I’m not sure that some folk in this group
Know humor, or are just out of the loop
I was stunned to be awarded Poem of the Day
I was so thrilled, I didn’t know what to say
Until trolls on the site made nasty remarks
But their bullying ways are their trademarks
At first Soup was fun I’d read work late at night
But this year I have hardly logged on to the site
It’s a pity that I’ve been deterred from writing
I sought peace and quiet and not back biting
My poetry style is straight from the heart
Who cares if I write about a foul smelly fart
I don’t care if folk don’t like poems on flatus
Because I write for fun not poet laureate status
Wonderful wonders woven within wild.
Titillates theatrical tender thoughts
Consistently creation, contrives conservation concerns.
Ecology evolves equations, entitling entities essence.
Empowering equality, enlarges existence.
Life lovingly leases Longevity.
Biodiversity braces, blatant brutal balding.
Deforestation, destruction devoid due definition.
People physically, plundering planet.
Prevalently procuring, products proscribed
Pilfering practices producing poisonous pollutants.
Greenhouse gases generated, generously grievous.
Temperate temperature’s tempers tumultuous.
Creating Climate changes, causing catastrophes.
Planet purges peril predominately.
Preached, placid platitudes, politicians podiums paced.
loved lives logged listed lost.
Lacuna languished, lessons least learnt.
Losing Life lingers, listing leeward lazily.
Ole Les set out by kayak from the shore
Big blue marlin rose from the ocean floor
Nipped his bait, gave Les a tow
Water-logged craft sank below
Friends shook their heads and said, "No Les, no more"
4/27/2011
Written for John Freeman's "Fishing" limerick contest
Okay, the man's name wasn't Les ,but this video shows two kayaks being towed 11
miles by marlins. I took a little poetic license with the ending too. Both men
survived. If you fish you will be amazed by this video:
http://www.youtube.com/user/KayakFishingTales?
v=FqVEvNocKTA&feature=pyv&ad=4751720259&kw=kayaking
In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.
He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush eagerly to his aid when he needs them.
Each of them, whether single or not,
imagines herself with him and how it would be
to be alone with him, aboard his fancy yacht
submerged in the mesmerizing gaze
of his warm hazel eyes.
In the evening he goes home to his wife,
a lovely though docile woman, fragile like a flower.
Immediately on seeing her, he starts in
with his usual barrage of complaints,
belittling her and poking fun at her homemaking skills,
the dinners she has waiting for him, her style of dress,
and every minor physical flaw she might possess.
She accepts it all with her pretty blonde head bowed
like that of a wilted lily,
for she knows that to oppose him
will only result in a more tangible type of abuse,
and he is always careful when he hurts her.
Doctor that he is, he knows well to leave no marks.
She retires quietly to bed,
worried little about any sexual advances toward her.
Although she longs for the touch of a man,
she is grateful to be left alone by her spouse.
Meanwhile, with liquor in hand,
he’s gone into the den, shutting the door behind himself.
Logged on as Mr. Hyde at his favorite website,
he peruses the myriads of Adonises available,
peering salaciously at each nude explicit photo
with wide hungry hazel eyes taking in every little detail
as he plans his next big adventure out of town
and fantasizes trysts on his fancy private yacht
with the sexiest of the men that he can solicit.
posted 2/21/12
Submitted 9/23/22 For One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Loving Nature without loving God is a neat trick
But as I love Nature, how could I complain?
Are you a humanist? Spinoza a guy with a large brain
Defined God as Nature; if one is not the other, then please do take your pick
When you are very civilized the wild jungle or temptation:
-Less your cup of tea-
Then God surely is not Love, how bitter can you be?
Without moral compass: (We are so rude) Without chlorophyll: damnation
Without morals indeed I may be lost. Without life much worse:
God without Nature: it’s just no good, or to me, a curse.
Nature excluding God’s creation, I add, gave birth to the capitalist his saw
He logged the wood, set fire to the Amazon and this he named the law
Since the two, towards each other being amorous:
Nature and its God, as Spinoza be my guide: synonymous
I have sold my mum on E.Bay.
My god my dad was mad.
He can"t believe i did it.
He thinks it"s really bad.
As to why i did it.
There"s reasons plain to see.
My mother is on my back.
Always hassling me.
She complains about my trainers.
She says they really stink.
Moans about the dishes.
That i leave in the sink.
I never make my bed right.
She gets me in a quandary.
States that i should help.
To do the household laundry!
Then every Sunday morning.
She really goes to far.
I have to help my dad.
Wash the family car.
Yes i sold my mum on E.Bay.
Then looked to far off lands.
To find a good replacement.
Post up the wedding bands.
Dad wont be to angry.
I will soon get him on side.
Because i have sent to Thailand.
For a brand new blushing bride.
At first it was ok.
We got on really well.
Then we discovered something.
That i can hardly tell.
I hope we get a refund.
I still have the receipt.
Let me tell you something.
There has been a big deceit.
It started in the bedroom.
I had to get a fan.
To bring my poor old dad round.
Our Thai bride was a man!
I want my mother back.
No matter what the price.
I am fed up eating chicken.
Along with Thailand rice!
"Will you get out of bed,
It is a brand new day,
It is nearly twenty past."
I hear my mother say.
I start to drift awake.
Then i start to beam.
Relief it surge"s through me.
It was a nasty dream.
My mother cant explain.
Why i changed my ways.
I"m really very helpful.
Not like the bad old days.
But if i am really honest.
I suppose i am quite bad.
I have just logged on to E.Bay.
To try and sell my DAD!
reminds me of the funeral job,
at the morgue 40 tables, i logged,
one of a hundred jobs id see,
blood n guts an misery,
macarbe on mentality...
but id come to get ol Marge,
suspended on 3 chains, was large,
stiff as iniquity,
came flying though the air,
6 feet up without a care,
no bloody dignity,
as naked as a Jaybird she,
but death had set her free,
as she said to me...
re:"While Waiting At The River Styx"
Terry O'Leary
Don
Guys at the morgue like to shock ya, so i get this naked lady zooming towards me suspended on 3 chains attached to rollers on the ceiling...one under the neck, one under the waist, and one under the ankles..a shock to the system...
as i come in the door...the tables 40 were all occupied with the grim reapers handiwork...
Poets logged in
From all across the land
Just to share their writing skills
To every woman and every man
From the United States is Matt
And from India Auro too
From Bangladesh is Ashek
All showing what they can do
Thomas from The United States
From The United Kingdom comes Janise
And also from Russia there's Sydney
Just to show how well they manage
Dr. Ram from the USA
Benedito from Brazil
Shows these Poets are focused
And of course very real
Oh, how can I forget Bobb
Whose from The United States
And from Bulgaria, Bozhidar
These Poets show they're great
Finally from The United States
There is Andrew and Monty Too
From Nigeria there is Kelechi
And Nepal Giri showing what too do
So there we have them my friends
From the beginning to the end
On January the Eight
These are The Poets Logged In.
I Should Have, Pen In Hand, Wet Paper As Before
Mercy, what a sad loss, no ink had stained white page
and rolling stone catches no moss, cries wise old sage.
I should have, pen in hand, wet paper as before
for my vanished bits fled to invisible shores.
I have new computer, paid for with extra cash
ah but, such did nothing to stop the recent crash!
So with this information I will now stack up
wet ink stained pages as my non-digital back up.
Maybe even carve important verse in hard stone
losing precious time, I see, I was not alone.
Add that crash to old poet's other worldly woes
with the other sad troubles we verse writers know!
Fear not friends, lesson learned from digital loss.
Cavities are an ugly bane, so please do floss.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-25-2018
Sonnet, ( Wisdom to be cautious is a gift )
Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 128
Note: Now with very little precious time to be on board here, this site's recent crash gained in importance to me. Waking this morn at 2:15 am I logged on to read here and decided to write a bit.
Looking back at it now, I see a valuable lesson learned.
And I'd much rather get hit by a little pebble than a large boulder...
I guess my grandfather's advice applies here. He said, Son look at it this way,
when your world seems too dark and sad troubles are at your door,
remember they come and go and are clear evidence that you are still alive- so be grateful for that..
In between rain drops of nimbostratus skies,
he sheds salty tears at our ocean's demise..
Sharks with their peculiar odd strides,
dead sea lions and whales wash in on oily tides..
Deep in the jungle where the lions abide, he
hears the baby elephants cries. Alone, now
orphaned from dawn til dusk, their mother's
slaughtered to sell the tusks..
Acres of forests rich in oaks and pines logged,
decimated for the needs of mankind..
This gracious gift given at his command to allow
humans to be guardians over seas and land.
God entrusted us with our planet earth, not to
dominate nature on land and surf..
Our planet, exploited, depleted, hurting.
God is sadly disappointed and that is for certain.
Well there I was twenty or so and never been in an airplane
Well...it just so happened two new friends of mine, were pilots
With many hours logged time after time
They even had an airplane of their own, which they had just flown over my house
Get off your butt, come have some fun, let us see one of your smiles!
So I climbed into this pop can with wings, anxious as the engine started to sing
Down the runway and up we go, the lump in my stomach started to show
But as I started to look around at the patchwork of beauty on the ground
I began to enjoy this soaring through the air, just looking around
Then these two ornery buddies of mine, looked at each other and grinned
I asked OK what are you up to? Oh nothin' just taking you for a spin
They turned and went low down over the lake, well OK this is kinda pretty
But they knew one wing was out of gas and soon would sputter, spit and quit!
Well needless to say when the engine stopped, I went all white in the face
They said, don't worry sweetheart we're OK, we can glide her in all the way
In? In where? The lake? You didn't ask if I could swim!
They had planned this (joke) for me for quite some time
Wanted me to always remember my first airplane ride
After a few seconds they switched the tanks and started her back up
Up, up and away we went back to the clouds above
I don't know if they cured my fear of flying or made it worse
But, I can tell ya some time later - swoosh swoosh - I hear
As I took my very first helicopter ride!
©Donna Jones