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August 16, 2022
Poem of the day on August 18, 2022
Placed 1st: Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people
Judge and say me as a simple weak being.
Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life.
During childhood,I loved playing with dolls and with friends,
But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy.
He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the
Hot sun,doing the work like a nun.
I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey.
As he was the son, and I was none.
He had to read the books and I had the food to cook.
And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife.
He earned money and I was honey.
he had the authority and I was in poverty.
He was the ruler and I was the bearer.
All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove.
The days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn’t.
Designation changed from wife to mother,nursing all the time .
Was split into two by husband and kids,but the heart always
Desired something else.
Kids grew and flew to new destinations.
the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn’t
have mind to think,and it is there only to feel.
I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were
Mine but were snatched away as I was a girl.
But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy.
We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings.
Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see
The more beauty of the world.
PS:This poem is not based on my personal experience ,but on my observation and deep understanding of their pain.It speaks about women who went through this pain and strength they discovered they had to come out of it.
Ignoring ignorance annoys the ignorant.
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Eloquence and rhetoric
This emancipation of candour
Revitalized in common goals when
Yielding seeds of open-mindfulness
Specifications spontaneously unshackled
Oppression outlawed; this is indeed the
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© Harry J Horsman 2022
Kiss me,
Lick me,
Taste me,
Chase me,
Make me,
Damn baby just don't rape me.
Love me,
Miss me,
Hug me,
Deeper baby I want you too rub me.
Tuck me,
Touch me,
Harder baby suck me
Irreplace me,
Race me,
unlace me,
Dont be scared too face me
Rule me,
Chose me,
U got me now baby don't lose me
By the one and only
Sasha Nathan
I'm looking for myself
Who am 'I'
"I am the 'I' or
Just say the name of the 'I'
I have no or non-existent
Said bin existence of 'I'
I'm looking for myself
Who am 'I'
"I am the 'I' or
Just say the name of the 'I'
"I'm in where the 'I'
OU lost the 'I'
Was lost or not 'I'
I had a dream or a toy 'I'
Key moves the bin and
Adapts to the way your boss
I'm looking for myself
Who am 'I'
"I am the 'I' or
Just say the name of the 'I'
Its meant to be
I did not yet know
Their survival
I still did not recognize
Who wanted a warm
Still have not found
The search of his existence
Today again I do cry
I'm looking for myself
Who am 'I'
"I am the 'I' or
Just say the name of the 'I'
my angel got her wings
one day
and just like that
she flew away
way up in the sky
toward God
seeing the invisible
and praising the Lord
some may ask me
how i feel
because i lost something
really real
my mind will wonder where to go
without her it just doesn't know
my eye's will miss her
they already do
and my ears that listened
they miss her too
and the chair next to me
will be empty for a while
and my words"I Love You"
won't make a sound
pictures will remind me
of your smile
i did get to love you
for a little while
but deep in my heart
that's where you'll stay
forever you'll be
forever and a day
My shelter from the storm
My Fountain in the wilderness
My Refuge and my Rock
High King of love, God of all grace
You have become my hiding place
My ever faithful God
A Lover to the loveless
Defender of the weak
The Healer of all brokenness
Restorer of my dreams
High King of love, God of all grace
My Comfort and my Peace
My Substitute, my Sacrifice
My perfect, spotless Lamb
You have become all in all
My risen Lord, my Gift of life
My Saviour and my Friend
High King of love, God of all grace
Perfect in power, and strong to save
You're my God, my Glory
You have become my righteousness
A humble Father to the motherless
A kind Father to the fatherless
You're my saviour, unchangeable Father.
The unicorn horse,
With a horn on its head,
Is just a mythical animal
who runs in the forest,
The unicorn myth,
shall always live on.
A legendary horse,
next to legendary man.
But through times of greatness,
the myth lives on.
While grazing the grasses.
and roaming the lands.
The unicorn's exsistence,
extraordinarily lives on.
A shimmer of hope,
he has brought to the masses.
a symbol of purity and grace,
throughout the Middle Ages,
The Renaissance horse
has written the pages.
The Unicorn's horn,
was used for defenses,
The Unicorn's legs
could jump many fences,
Across the lands,
and down to the sea.
The Unicorn's exsistence,
was as rare as can be.
Strong as an Ox,
he could never be captured.
By the grasp of the virgin,
the horse could not flee.
The Virgin Mary herself,
would not let the horse free..
Unicorn Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014.All Rights Reserved.
Two decades old,
Soft skin light toned,
Bushy brown hair,
skinny slim built,
Eyes blue as the sky,
Emotions and mind,
All so very shy.
Born a Capricorn,
Raised in a working class,
Ball full of energy,
shattering plates and glass,
Father held the iron fist,
Mothers mind in a mist,
Smacking, screaming, shouting,
Reminders of him as a kid,
While she was there to kiss.
Talented athlete at school,
Hung out with kids to cool,
Social pint was empty,
Only half filled with Pepsi,
Peers drank beer,
while I stayed in the clear,
Teachers had crumpet faces,
telling me to tie up my laces,
I wish id listen,
But crunched an apple,
kneeling down in the chapel,
ignoring those prayers,
fed up with restricted care.
Flickering strobes,
Shiny lazer beam lights,
Bikie gangs making me feel so bright,
Strange faces everywhere,
in a cosmos they share,
lit up like christmas,
While satan grants their wish list,
Drenched in sweat,
I realised I was running,
from throbbing headaches and pains,
Cloudy Sunday mornings,
driving me insane.
Spaceship landed,
Half matured man,
half wondering wolf,
Paws deep in mud,
preventing my quest,
for a partner in love,
Mary howls her hisses,
in strong gale winds,
Sunrise to sunset,
Fed up waiting for him,
To taste a teaspoon of courage,
To pop a balloon full of wisdom,
Sitting too comfortably,
In his own prison.
A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.
Reliving painful moments every single day
Envying other's fortune
Always wanting the love of another
Loving people who will never care
Inviting things into your life that you can't handle
Trying to forgive while dealing with more pain
Yearning for the perfect life that no one will ever have
Poetry soup stirs the muse with many forms to choose
Open your stanza and immerse yourself in verse
Enjoy an enclosed rhyme with words sublime
Then intersperse metaphors as the poem you traverse
Refrains are fine as you alternate the lines
Yesterday's woes can inspire a prose
Sonnets by Shakespeare can give your muse flair
Or write of morning dew with a haiku
Use your quill and let a Triolet spill
Post your poem if you will
8-10-2022
Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Joyfully so, she seems to be my (our) biggest fan.
Absolutely wonderful, Jan's embodiments symbolize her awesome agenda.
Never does it fail, Jan shares free hugs—special gifts—maximum encouragers—orchestrated methodically scratching Souper's records, performing as our (my) poetic DJ.
My tribute: JAN ALLISON :
10-9-16
Awarded 1st place in contest submitted. Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
L ooked to help this brand-new poet**
I nterested in his every write
N ever too busy to comment
E ncouraged him by day and by night...
G rew a veritable garden of friends
A s she expanded her own horizons
U plifting are the poems she's penned...
T oday, this wonderful woman and wife's
H usband is battling for his very life
I t's incumbent upon us now to
E ncourage, to support this classy lady:
R each out with your love; it's the least we can do
** and so many others