Best Member Poems

The 28th of April; I'll always remember that day
It was very overcast and the sky was quite grey
That short journey to the vet I will...

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ETERNAL RECURRENCE*


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“I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before and
 I hope to return a thousand...

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The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


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The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist,...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again,  inspired by...

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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...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the...

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Jim was a lumberjack from Borehamwood
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life was a mess
He now suffers from stress
So he made himself one...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't...

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To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask


I discovered on...

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I no longer search my memory
I no longer use my pride
I've loss the desire for liberty
I no longer speak for life

What I've said hundreds of...

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BS ON PS

The attitude of some folk I find quite abhorrent
Poets shouldn’t be guilt tripped into leaving a comment

No one knows what is going on...

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O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres...

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Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my...

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