Best Newbies Poems
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by the chimney with bubble gum,
Hoping Winged Warrior would lose and let them win some.
The poetesses were nestled snuggled in their beds,
With visions of their makeup now surely spreads.
While Silent One was awake only took a silent nap,
Waking Bobby May, who finally took his crappy crap.
Noises from the lawn where SOS was making such a clatter,
He was speaking in Klingon about the Borg mad hatter.
I then slipped by the window and dropped my hash,
Tore open the cupboards to hide the stinky stash.
Brenda Chiri & Susan Ashley were making angels in the snow,
For they were locked out from the bowl and had no place to go.
Lin Lane & Jan Allison got up early to make some grub,
Then left extra early to go to the local pub.
Brandy Nicole and Anne-Lise were looking at the moon,
While the Bard and John Hamilton were playing a chilly tune.
In the morn, Heidi Sands & Connie Wong were ready to write,
Dreaming of winning a contest all through the night.
Charles Messina & Chris Green having an eggnog beer,
As St Victor Buhagiar feeds the lazy reindeer.
A knock at the door and all started to stare,
Why its newbies Midnight Aurora and Hello There.
Now Gershon! now, Andrea! Now, Besma and Regina!
On, Sandra! On, Kimmy! On Caren & down under Maria!
Next time bring deodorant for it smells like a horses stall,
I need some fresh air, fly my pretties fly away all.
...sorry, if I left anyone out...will get you next time!...
~~~Happy! Holidays! Everyone!~~~
Nov.20.2019
The Night Before 2
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 2'nd & POTD~Plus 3'rd in the top 100 New Poems...Thank You
Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts
Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I internally feel
There's Andrea, the Utah babe
And Carolyn, from Florida State
Their writing I so enjoy
For their words reverberate
John Loving is such a wonderful guy
There's Sara and Doris too
Deb Radke and Sharon Ruebel our newbies
Made welcome to our literal zoo
P.D. Skat and Constance
Barbara, Iolanda and June
Francine from lovely Nanaimo
Many thanks to all of you
To Ruben, Celene and Raul
Your past writes have helped me grow
Along with so many others
You have helped my words to flow
Blimey! I better not miss out the Brits
Sarah, Brian, Sharon and June
And Anna Marie, away down in Wales
I have read in my front room
Many dudes I also have to thank
Harry Horsman the Geordie boy
The two Roberts, Dufresne and Hinshaw
Whose writings bring so much joy
There's also the bard called Peranteau
Billy the Kidster, Cecil as well
HG, Catie Lindsey and James Goff
Who marshalls his words real swell
And lastly there's the thousands of others
This character has ran out of space
Keep the ink in you pen gently flowing
Your names to me is your face
Golly! this is turning into a story
And many told by the above writing troops
As I marvel at your writing ingredients
Keep writing for this wonderful Soup
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
This tribute’s to dear Teppo Gren
He supported both women and men
His account’s now deleted
As his friends were mistreated
He will not post on PS again’
To newbies, kind words he was gifting
His comments sincere and uplifting
Now Teppo has left
I feel quite bereft
To pasture’s new he is now shifting
His sonnets were a joy to read
He’s removed them as his blog decreed
I will miss Teppo’s style
And there is no denial
It’s a great loss to PS indeed
Teppo is a man of great integrity and true to his word he removed his poems and deleted his account today. I know he will be greatly missed by many friends he has made on soup over the last 5 years
04/01/20
"First of May"
When I was a child I ran away
To live with the circus in Bombay,
Where all things were new
And possible, too!
So, for this they called me "First of May"!
I started out selling concessions:
Hot! Popcorn! Hot! Peanuts! Confections!
But in my spare time,
I'd secretly climb
Into the Great Cannon--for missions!
My costume and cape were blue and grey,
Spark'ling like stars with each flight--Away!
By day selling fare--
Nights--Fly Through The Air!
Dreams do come true when you're "First of May"!*
deborah burch©
4/28/2012
*Note: "First of May" is a circus term used to describe 'newbies' who come to the circus...it means that everything is new,exciting, fresh, and anything/everything is possible! :)
man’s Achilles’ heel
is not shown when he is mad
it’s when he’s in love
;)
Nov. 23, 2012
Note: This is Man's Nature this time not nature of nature.
I suppose to say, madly in love, lol.
Third Place
Contest: Haiku 101 For Newbies to Haiku and / or Poetry Soup Contest
Judged: 11/23/2012
Sponsor: Poet Charles Henderson
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
It was supposed to be
A simple snowshoe expedition
Nothing glamorous or too exciting
But the day started out magnificent
Gloriously sunny and mild
Ideal for newbies and amateurs
It felt like a girl guide outing
Average age was ten
The trail was awesome
Breathtaking on either side
Snow covered bushes as far as you could see
Glistening sprinkling of fairy dust
And here we were single file
A line up of coloured tuques and snowsuits
Getting acquainted with our snowshoes
Making our imprints with every step
What a surprise awaiting around the corner
A huge bonfire
Who would have guessed
Roasting wieners on a branch
Best lunch we ever had
A most magical marvelous memory
When all was done and said
Nothing left but light fluffy snowflakes
Caressing the last few remaining embers
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted for contest EMBERS AND SNOWFLAKES sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - January 2, 2018
Highlanders last post
For a little while at least
Thank you for sharing
All your writing feasts
Commenting will continue
When time does allow
Oldies and newbies
Will all continue to wow
Bye everybody
My pens laid to rest
Pastures new I now journey
To persue a new zest
it feels like recently
when you typed my name
our names
on a piece of paper
in our computer class that day
in Nairobi
it feels so close... learning ms word, ms excel etc
newbies to computers
yet we just focused on ourselves
lovers in the class
dreamers of love
our love
That day the weather was hot
the streets were busy
we run holding hands
free
laughing
had some chips and sausage
you had coke, i had fanta
and we explored further
Uhuru park was like our home
we loved that park
we always went there after our class
a freedom park
and truly the love was freely felt when there
we talked for hours
we planned our futures
we agreed to meet again
to be together again
it was a hard day
to say goodbye
you were going for further studies
and i was staying behind
we watched the piece of paper with our names on it
as it flew up the air
hoping
dreaming
i miss you so much
Thank you Hello by Adele. Tears....memories...more tears...
Oh the glory! Of this my story
Upon a colossal, metallic beast
Did I sail, for many a year
Every ocean and sea, seemed the vastness of eternity
My name is Arthur Homer Creed, AKA -“Homie”
Chief Petty Officer, United States Navy
My job, dangerous as it was
Was my one true love.
Director on the flight deck
Of an aircraft carrier
We cruised from Japan to Quebec
The scream of the jet
Was Mozart to my ear,
Adrenaline rush
Newbies full of fear-
But taught them all I did,
To be safe and stay on the grid
To catch a Tomcat became second nature-
And soon, for the novice, a breathtaking adventure.
How I adored the hues of sunset
And the smell of intensity from a jet
Off we sent them,
In the fury of a screaming cat
A hundred miles up they would fly
While we waited to catch them
From a dismissive sky.
“Chief Homie“, my flyboys called me
I was their father, and mentor out to sea
Their only family.
The young ones who were here to serve,
This great battleship,
Only the best did they deserve.
Into ports we swept
Alluring the girls, and scoring some drink,
Then back to the ship we went
Refreshed, relaxed and ready to think.
Onward another month or two we sailed,
18 hours days,
Through high winds and formidable gales.
Then the time came to get serious
There was a threat
The “Old Man” was furious -
F-18’s sent to the Middle East
Dropping bombs
In the name of peace.
Sorties flown day and night,
Blackout ship- we were trying to hide
Manning all battle stations,
This was a defensive action.
Through the bulkhead it came -
Crashing, crushing, killing, exploding
Entire ship, quickly eroding.
This projectile -
Erasing the faces I had known,
My legs, I saw, off were blown-
I grabbed the hatch
To keep
This hell from reaching others,
Up on deck.
Heaving it shut
With all I had left
I got that watertight hatch closed
Then I knew I was dead-
As the water enveloped my head,
I could no longer breathe -
Sea pouring in all around me.
I saved that ship, and those boys
From dying that day-
Or so I suppose,
Because I hear their praises
Sung to me -
In my watery grave,
Under the sea.
A. Green
Just Know
You'll grow
Inside
Outside
With Peers
So Dear
So Sweet
To Meet
Good Friends
Extends
Faith, Love
Show of
Warm, Kind
Design
Unwound
Profound
Unique
And Chic
Pure Gifts
No Ifs
The Best
No Less
Your Poems
Are Home
Go Shout
About
This Group
Poetry Soup
(I just wanted to say Welcome to the Soup)
(I hope you grow to know all the lovely)
(individuals on here with all their wonderful)
(personalities and profound talent. You came)
(to the right place, you'll find a second family)
(here. Thanks to all my family here on the soup)
(for all your kindness, friendship and support.)
(God Bless and Best Wishes Always..Tyesha)
Our stay in the
mushrooming subdivision
Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s
latest requirements...
six bushes and two deciduous trees,
keep your garbage can in the garage.
Such restrictions have put the whole
neighborhood in the throes of unrest.
Gears are clashing even as I write.
To sully the community spirit
in this way evokes emotions which
attempt to sidestep legality.
We more flexible newbies,
about thirty in number now
are pitted against
the established oldies
who could grandfather out of some of
the constraints based on length of residence.
Solution? It’s our property now!
Mr. Developer. Your raw power gains nothing
by the forcing of personal preference.
written May 27, 2018
Congratulations on YOUR 7th place Win in Linda-Marie’s Contest
“I am Bored With____” ; YOUR Boredom: “ POETRYSOUP ”
I am not, or a least I don’t think I am, a part of Your reasoning
YOU are right that some Premium members favor Premium Members
However, I find that newbies, do not know the forms of POETRY
Do not follow the rules of the contest or know the Theme to follow
We do not shut YOU down because YOU are not a Good POET YOUR
Inexperience is what holds a flowering Poet to reach the top, give them time
I have 3 contest sponsored and all 3 have had “I don’t know” as their Form
100% have been a New Poet on the Soup, Their POEMS are Exceptional
Their Inexperience Shows, if in 6 months YOU still feel, Premium Members are Bias
Please Soup Mail me and we can discuss the growth of a Future POET LAUREATE
YOUR Liege in POETRY, ALWAYS and FOREVER, with LOVE…HG
All you newbies, a warm welcome to the group
Sure hope you enjoy your stay on The Soup
There's a couple of weird dudes
On the whole, we're all prudes
Though sometimes we say words like pee and poop!
Stop hogging
The joint, you are not the
Only stoner in this room
Newbies! Newbies!
Ever so selfish!
Roll me a fatty newbie
So I can watch this movie