Best Member Poems
Roberta lived on this earth for so many years!
Was a great mother, wife, and grandmother, too.
A long and fulfilling life with joy, completion and no fears.
I was a bridesmaid, when she married my first cousin.
A match truly designed in heaven!
Their life filled with fun,music boating and events by the dozens!
God called Roberta home, this cold wintry day!
She was gravely ill and had to go.
Roberta! So very lucky to see your God, without delay..
Farewell and hugs, your life was one loving awesome show!
To my Cousin Dennis~compassionate husband and so sweet a soul!
12/15/2020
Condolences and Tribute
As her loving caregiver, Dennis, I know you are shedding tears.
We were all raised to know that we all will be in heaven.
For that we do know, that is the prized, golden, final goal!
~Peace and love, Cousin Dennis~
Love, Cousin P.
PREMIUM MEMBER
A little thanks to the anonymous character
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
why? did you do such a thing
this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.
I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once again
To you anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin
Bringing a different meaning to your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans
a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS
I’ve been made a ‘Premium Member', but I haven’t paid a fee
It’s a very generous gesture, I am sure you will agree
I have no idea who has paid for this – I wouldn’t know where to start
Thank you for this incredible gift, from the bottom of my heart
Jan Allison
8th March 2014
Written with tears in my eyes, but a massive grin on my face!
~ Please read about this poem ~
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.
Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.
Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.
Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.
I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to conform to your twisted fate.
They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but my mind sings a different tune.
With every step,
I prove society wrong.
In healing,
I grow immensely strong.
Your ghost may haunt me time to time,
but I will never let my past dictate my future,
as in shadows deep,
my spirt climbs,
to reach beyond the pain you caused.
but no monies
I spent it all on honies
sad times
Oh I'm sorry I didn't get it,
not to worry I won't forget it.
In order to win, it's not the contest,
but rather the spin. The more stupid
the parameters, the more ignoresponses
from amateurs. The more moronic the
directions, the more sophomoric
the reactions. Could u b more
histrionic in your language
glucolic, never ending of cliché
pre ponderunceses of innane
uninteresting plainjane, U r a poet because u
have PAID the big $$$ dues and have special
powers of words/phrase lifeology. All will be yours
in member recognition, regardless of yr ignonill offerings
according to this site NOTALENTU.
True is the phrase you
really do get what u pay for. (Please don't end a sentence
with a preposition?)
Real words, dimensions come from a place within;
deep, dank, dark non existant and incoporeal of anything reality based.
U can't pull emo tensions off the top like adding cream
to yr coffee. Poetry is a gutterial personification of the fecal life
that inhabited u as an earthling offspring not chosen
to a family of illgotten gain origin. Given the noncapacity to provide the common
requirements for sociosill survival.
All of u can smooch my **** premise, bend over to shake my
gonadal good interntions as u pissprose praise one another
each other as OMG, yr choice of emotional integrity resonates with my
soulful intent to do better in the world. Throw up here. Vomit
victims filled remorse and no coital containment
u must be kidding when u set up these contests and yr stupid
rules that only u r to privy. To make yrself look literate above all others.
U stink like a skunk that is dead in a trunk. Oh the stinch
is so much that my nose I must pinch. Get off yr high
horse and get with the crowd, as yr present purpose I must protest
to LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Write what u feel and For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
forget the rest. Bend over.
Would that this poet were in Greece!
Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands.
Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands.
His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives.
The homes, white, with bright, blue tops.
Her heart beating so loudly, fearing it may stop!
But as the sun sets, she is far calmer.
Her head on his chest, she hears its Greek beat.
Then in Hellenic peace ,falls asleep to it’s melodic treat.
Sappho and Homer, she felt reincarnated.
To pen of love was always her deepest desire!
Deceased ages ago, but love brought back
her pen’s desire!
Dedicated to James
Thank you, dear friend!
8/31/2022
Westboro Baptist Church Member At A Funeral
By Elton Camp
A sign he held and tee shirt wore
Same as he went to funerals before
Mourners gathered around the grave
To him, some outraged looks gave
While they were dressed all in black
He had “God Hates You” front & back
The poster he lifted these words did tell
In large, red print it read, “Rot In Hell”
He reacted with the greatest of surprise
At the looks he saw in the mourner’s eyes
“How you folks feel, I really don’t care
To funerals, this is what I always wear.”
One pointed out the name on the headstone
That showed the identify of the one gone
When a gander the man did take
He realized his horrible mistake
Fred Phelps was the dead man’s name
Westboro Church Founder was the claim
He took his sign and slipped away
He’d use it again some other day
But more carefully he’d investigate
Just who it is he intends to berate
My Member of Parliament
Is a Gentleman
If You doubt, go to Hell
You will find him there!
"An Unruly Member"
Written: by Tom Wright
1998
From man's tongue
Flows both Honey of the Hive
And the sting of Bee's;
Many go about
Telling half truth's, tickling ears,
And casting stones;
The tongue,
Is not the problem per se,
But a symptom of the problem;
Using self diagnosis,
Many make attempts to Bandage
(Or control) the tongue,
Oblivious to the fact
That the real need
Is a transplant; (Change of heart)
Making
economy
more
being
enjoying
reveal
The fat man at the end of the long table
Speaks and we know he is not very able
All the time playing with his paper
We ask what will be his next caper
Speaks to the chairman in a stinging way
Changes his mind like trees that sway
Championed you can do what you like
Advises management to take a hike
Ntate member claims he is not a gentleman
Those colonial titles he is not a fan
Berates a colleague for addressing him so
Then anger and ire begin to flow
You, he warns, need to mind your mouth
Or I will go over and give you a clout
I am known as the college bully
And I intend to live up to my name fully
The vicious man will sooner or later explode
Hatred and resentment are his heavy load
You, call me member or not at all
I see the fat member riding for a fall
Your fireplace warmed passersby.
Oh, I love your flute!
The best site can not be.
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is it too much to ask for some killer music like we've never heard sometimes its cool to hear new or ethnic or old music lol if management wants they can send me a letter im a Computer Programmer but got burned out gave up on life etc etc poems are really fun thing i just wish there were some way we could get paid somehow for our poems views and comments etc kinda like youtube lets liven this place up lets have some fun lets write some poems!!!!!
Let me tell you a story….
About a year loving pet named big red,
I still can’t believe he’s dead.
He was such a wonderful dog,
He wasn’t a bump on a log.
He was my protector and friend,
My love for him will never end.
Everyone in the neighborhood,
adored him too, he was good.
I cried when he got hit by a car,
his passing left a gigantic scar.
Dad buried him and in our backyard,
everyone in the family took it hard.
He wasn’t just a pet, he was my brother,
we had the same father and mother.
I will always cherish him in my heart,
for he my heart right from the start.
04/16/2022