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I have good news! My husband Michael was able to come home from the hospital in time for his 71st birthday August 9th. He is doing better and lost 60 lbs., 40 of which was water, in the hospital. Had he waited a week longer he would have died doctors said. He is slowly recovering. I know that all your prayers help so much and I am very grateful to all of you for your prayers. Thank you so much for all your good thoughts and prayers. Love, Connie
August 11, 2015
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I would like to ask for your prayers and good thoughts for my
husband Michael. He has been in the hospital for a week and
why I have not replied to all your wonderful comments on my
poetry or commented on yours. Thank you all for your kindness.
My husband’s heart is only beating at 20% of its capacity.
He may not make it home from the hospital where he wants to
be. I have great faith in prayer and I know that it will help.
My daughter and I will be going to see him as soon as she gets
off work and we will be doing reiki on him (touch healing).
Thank you all for your support and your prayers.
Love and Blessings, Connie
I want all of you to write
"Exactly "what I say!
It must be done precisely
Must be done my way!
YES It's my. . . . Contest
You know I'm the "Boss"
So let your hearts go
Or take it as a loss!
Use the "Form" I want
Nothing less will do
Yes I "DO" expect
Great things that come from you!
AKA: How to win Friends and influence people!
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
(9.7.10)
Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.
Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.
Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.
Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.
Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.
I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong. I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts. This is, truly, a special community.
Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.
I was a picked on,
bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy
from Buffalo New York.
I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side,
the ghetto by another name.
The Frederick Douglass towers.
Formerly the Talbert Mall
better known as the Jefferson projects.
The home turf to a gang
called the Pythons.
It was a place
where angels fear to tread.
I had so many bullies
it’s a wonder I didn't end up dead.
I had more bullies
than the law allowed.
I survived my childhood somehow.
I can count one hand
how many times
I was saved by gang members. (5)
I join a bigger gang
right after high school.
The United States Army,
and saw the world,
Germany, Turkey and Italy.
I met the man who would be
my Kung-Fu master,
three years later he had made me
a very dangerous man.
Back stateside I became
DJ Bobby K “The One to Know”
For a little over fourteen years,
I played the music
that made the difference.
All the while I heard the voices.
In the year 2,000
I took a course
in creative writing,
and Bobby K
“The Poor Man's Poet was born.”
Now when I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.
I don't know if is me feeling like this,
I know that somebody is reading my poems,
I feel comfort whenever I check my poetry comments,
And to see sometimes there is a light at the end of the tunnel,
Out of all the friends and family I have got,
I have NEVER been so touched by some of the poems I read here,
They inspire me to write more,
Yes it is sad I got so many friends and family,
Yet nobody seems to understand my heart,
When I write poems it comes deep from my heart,
I find as therapy and something that I can get out of my chest.
Thank you to all PoetrySoup members who read my poems =)
p.s. I was wondering which of my poems is your favorite?
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
From, Hymns of My War
Unpublished collection
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thomson,
In this casket is most of your son.
We strongly recommend cremation.
The rest remains missing in action,
With the thanks of a grateful nation.”
Graves registration records them, “Members Missing”;
Limbs now of a foreign flora? Will the Resurrecting
Repatriate them from the Sao Den and Cu Chi trees,
Or the killing fields endlessly cycle their lees?
No, no more mustering to the drums, as names
In limestones will report for their remains -
Until the last of memories unwrites any claim
By they who sent them to mindlessly proclaim,
“Thank you for your service”
Copyright Paul Thomson 2019
What I love the most about Poetry Soup-
The members on the site.
No matter from which part of the world they are,
Awe me by their write.
Each of them are gifted
With poetic talent that is rare,
But comment without a trace of pride,
No doubt they truly care.
Even though there are intense contests,
Inspire each other with their poetry.
All of this makes way in establishing a strong bond,
Alike a huge and loving family.
By Sadaf Syed
1/22/2012
HI ALL,
STILL PRETTY SICK.
CAN'T SAY TOO MUCH.
MY VOICE HAS BEEN GONE FOR SOME TIME NOW.
IT'S TRYING TO COME BACK NOW THOUGH.
IT COMES AND GOES.
WHEN IT COMES BACK IT'S A HOARSE WHISPER AT BEST.
JUST WANTED TO GET IN TOUCH.
NOT FEELING REAL ENERGETIC.
GOD BLESS,
JB ;)
Here is my story, raw and uncut.....
I was a DJ at a small gentleman's club - I loved music, and so I had an "ear" for mixing
tracks, plus with my passion of creative writing I wrote lyrics to songs. But working in a club
you're around alcohol, and drugs. I quickly got hooked on cocaine, the rich mans drug.
Liquor and cocaine was my thing. On the night of my crime, A "homeboy" of mine came
over to my apartment with some coke, I had the liquor. So we begin getting high, drinking
liquor while playing the Playstation2. We got a call from a mutual friend, a girl we had both
dated. She asked us to come over. We said we were on our way.
Now by this time, I remember, I was soooo messed up man. But I got in my car, him in
the passenger seat - on the way to Jenny's house, we are passing the bottle of Jack back and
forth. It's around 2ish in the morning. I was off that night from work.
So we pulled in the driveway, we went around back, like we always do at her house.
(Everyone goes to the backdoor). The door was unlocked, lights were off, all was quiet - we
figured she was asleep. My homeboy goes straight to the kitchen to fix him a sandwich -
don't ask me, I have no clue how he could eat. I go into the living room, she's laying on a
futon, I jump down next to her, playfully saying, "Girl get your ass up." But to my surprise
an older woman jumps up saying , "What are you doing in my house?" _ Now understand I'm
high out my mind, I was invited to Jenny's house. Who is this woman screaming, "Get out of
my house!" I say, "Where is Jenny?" And she says "No Jenny lives here!" - Then like a light
switch comes on! I realize, "Shoot I'm in the wrong house." - Now I know what you're
thinking (How would I not know?) I can only say with the amount of alcohol and coke, and
the fact, the houses looked the same (It being a subdivision) I believe that's what they call it.
So I take off running "Man we in the wrong house" I tell my homeboy. As we are leaving
I'm asking him questions like (How we not realize this isn't Jennys office?) He's got this big
stupid look on his face - A lot of what happened that night has come back to me over the
years. And the look on his face when I asked him that question confirmed - we sure was
trashed!
Continued in Part 2
Sadness, loneliness and grief,
As I still live in disbelief,
Both of them are gone,
Under the church lawn,
Gone under the soil,
And leaves me in turmoil,
My aunt and my cousin, both dead,
Laying in a casket resting their head,
I love them both, not because their family,
But because making me happy is their specialty,
They were taken by Him, it was too soon,
But that's what He wanted, He plays by His own tune,
They will be missed by many,
No one can replace them, u can’t find any,
I cry for them both, my tears will flow,
Not afraid to hide them, I make them show,
Will I ever see them again?,
If not my heart won't mend,
But I'll remember their both happy in heaven,
Just losing those two makes me feel like it was 9/11......
I have goals, I plan to enroll in a community college. Get an associates degree in graphic
design. I plan to write a couple books. I have a few novels in my head. I love music still,
singing, dancing - I can do it all. I'm silly, funny, morbid, you can tell in my slams.
Now I've flirted with women on this site - I'm single, and yes I would love to find love. I
thought I found it, but it slipped away. I do not "prey" on women. I would love to have a
good strong woman in my life. That's why I've asked a couple to correspond via postal mail -
as friends first to get to know me.
Soupers my times almost done. I should not be prejudged or discriminated against!
P.D., Nathan, SKAT I am sorry for the slams. I guess I pushed your buttons where you guys
would want to gossip about me, Ain't no other reasons. But I have nothing to hide. I'm as
real as they get!
I have not asked any women on this site for anything (unless they are my genuine friend,
and a great friendship was already established.) If "preying" on women for friendship, pen-
pals, possibly love, then I'm guilty!
Some of you soupers are on my facebook! Carolyn Devonshire is like my big sister.
Audrey Carey is my dearest friend, whom I love, and no we are not an item. Marty Owens is
a dad I never had. Laura McKenzie, BillytheKidster, Bob Hinshaw (I have good friends here
on the soup). And I want more good people in my life.
SKAT was a great friend. We collaborated on a great poem, so what happened? Hmmm..
Well I love you guys man. The soup rocks, soon I'll be behind a PC screen and chat,
webcam you guys - It will be cool anyone wishing to write please do so (And Nathan, I'm not
going anywhere;))
Peace and love "The Poetic Warlock"
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587
P.O.Box 2405
Marion NC 28752
Premium members
can read the words below that
you see as three x's
There once was a French
girl named Nanc who set sail from
the west coast of ***
Seven sisters swam
in a race, but only one
finished in first ***
Cym went to the store
to buy shoes—but instead bought
two liters of ***
I saw her today
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Drey was driving her
Lexus when she saw the sign,
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Created miraculously and mightily from miry clay
Individually, we are earthly, yet possessing image of the Deity’s ray.
Binding us members of humankind is the Almighty’s lovingkindness
Toward redemption for spiritual growth and functional goodness.
Yes, we are what we are because of God and His grace*
He defines our being and shapes our becoming in life’s race.
Acknowledging our frail human nature, we need divine presence
And the Saviour directs us with illumining iridescence.
As the Lord strengthens our faith that trusts His heart
We, church members, march on midst trials, conquering limitation dart.
Despite turmoil bringing worry and misery
Our confidence cling to Him for assured victory.
Though we as family members experience conflict, struggle, and strife
Through Christ, our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
Indeed, our prayer as Christian family is yearning for sublime enlightenment
As the Holy Spirit empowers our reaching-out engagement.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
December 29, 2023
2nd place, "Choose a topic sentence" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 2/10/2024
There is not enough words I can say about you all,
You have helped me through the rough times,
The good times,and now the saddest times of my life.
The members on here have helped me when I was at my lowest,
They have made me smile,cry,hurt with them and feel there pain.
Now with the separation of my family,
They have helped me again.
I read and reread the comments that you all give me,
It gives me strength when I have none left,
It gives me the will to realize that not everything I do is wrong.
You all have helped me through the tears,
The pain and defeat that I have felt,
And for that I praise each and every one of you.
Sorry this is not the poem you thought it would be,
But some words just cannot be put into a verse,
Some things have to be said directly from the heart,
without thought,without hesitation.
Again,thank you all,
You too carol,
You and everyone on here gave me reason.