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Premium Member The Mystery of the Na

I was once really new to our Poetry Soup,
and I knew I should try to join in with the group;
post my poems on-site to be read by a few,
and then give it a whirl, join a contest or two.

Soon a couple of them were a win, a good score;
was on top of the world, so I entered one more.
But to my big surprise when that contest was done,
my sad eyes saw in fact that my write had not won.

I clicked on 'Contest Entries' and saw it was there.
But, behold, a strange sign near that one, I declare!
A N/A- what was that?  Very weird, was this right?
Could not find what it meant anywhere on the site.

So I looked up N/A on the Internet, but
what I found was not good, left me still in a rut.
This N/A symbolized a long list, now for me,
my head spun to fit in which of these it could be??

   N/A…Not Applicable………Did I not follow rules?
   N/A…Not Available………Did my entry get lost?
   N/A…No Answer………Did they try to call me?
   N/A…Not Authorized………Did I need an okay?
   N/A…No Action………Did I fail to take steps?
   N/A…Negative Approach………Did I say something wrong?
   N/A…Not Analyzed………Should my write be explained?
   N/A…No Acknowledgement………Did I fail to respond?
   N/A…No Account………Did PS lose my file?

I Soup-Mailed contest judge and her answer therein,
“Well you see, the N/A means your piece did not win!"
Now I still do not know what N/A represents
When my poems don't win in Soup contest events!


December 22, 2014

~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (Jun 8)
Brian Strand
Judged: 06/09/2021

~1st Place~
Contest: Quirky Things That Confuse and Confound Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 07/14/2018

~1st Place~
Contest: New or Old 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/05/2016

~1st Place~
Contest: The Contest
Sponsor:  Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 01/10/2015

Anapestic Tetrameter (5 verses of 12-syllables lines)
Anapestic Dimeter (N/A Section - Questions Only)
Categories: no account, humor, poems,
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Price One Pays For Glory

Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives 
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.

On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of feathers cocked high on head
A thespian of no account, though in loud rant
his troupe boasts of his skill and talent
But the look of a clown is on his sad face
when he's alone.  It's heartache he embraces
for he's aware that he's been misleading
himself and bleeding hearts 
the extras cast in his show

Bravo! Bravo! 
He's paid the audience to shout
as they stand in ovation 
whistling for more; an unearned encore

He promises, "I'll support you all one day."
Foolish would-bes, presume without a doubt
that he's a man of his word, but that's absurd
for actors such as he never share the limelight
once the spotlight has shown on their faces

What price for his moment of glory
The highest toll one can pay is the loss of his soul
Each bow he takes should give cause for worry
that one day the birdcatcher will collect his due
Barter he'll pay for being haughty and boastful
for being puffed up with pride, his words all lies
for acts of unkindness, for being out of control
the foolish one must relinquish his soul

From ones such as he, turn away, turn away
and come to an accurate knowledge of the truth
His folly should be distinguishable for all to see
that those who have an appearance of godliness
prove false in the obiesance of God's Holy Word

Wicked ones go from bad to worse
misleading as though under Satan's spell
from them you should quickly flee
and save yourself from His condemnation
like the rebellious angel who long ago fell
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: no account, bible,
Form: Free verse

For Two Timing Husbands

How many tears must fall from brown eyes before I lay me down to sleep.
Where hurtful dreams of betrayal and lies hide in shadows they creep.

How long did you think you could go around cheating and not be found out.
With all your two dollar whores and think I'd not scream and shout!

See if they'll put up with your bullsh**, until the next one catches your eye.
As for me I'm done with your no account two timing a** once and for all...
                    GOODBYE!!!!



https://youtu.be/eopNLWRW0IM
© Mary Hoose  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: no account, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form: Couplet

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No Account People

A pandemic common occurrence:
Losing one's job and health insurance!
The hospital count*
Continues to mount
Morticians wonder who is the dunce?

* People without an income nor
health insurance die at home or in the
street, not in hospitals!
Categories: no account, death, health,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member As With Job So With Every Believer In Christ - Amos 9: 9

God is supremely graciously good
to all that He owns as His own
among all the nations that He made
for Israel, He will shake even His known

Behold the Lord commands in His voice
to divide His precious from those of no account
even the pebbles are God's own formation
loving them so dearly like to His divine fount

Everyone who believes in Jehovah God
is called precious in the Lord's own heart
nothing shall separate His love from them
specially joined uniquely in no small part

As with Job so with every believer in Christ
for Satan is held in God's sovereign chain
so it is equally for every believing child
God's in total control so Satan has no gain

God's sieve is taken to shake about
all that exists around the nations
but all of God's pebbles are securely safe
for He has a place within His holy station

(“For behold, I will command,
    and shake the house of Israel among all the nations
as one shakes with a sieve,
    but no pebble shall fall to the earth.)

Amos 9: 9 ( ESV)
Categories: no account, bible, god, jesus, judgement,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Whittlers

The Whittlers

The stately county courthouse was their usual meeting place,
a columned Greek Revival, and a lovely public space.
They sat upon their benches under lofty pecan trees,
wood shavings on their ankles and some cedar twixt their knees.

Those old boys were called the whittlers, but that was a disguise.
They came to talk of memories and hang out with the guys.
Born long before the TV went and addled peoples wits,
they could tell some stories that would cause your sides to split.

They'd kid me 'bout the pile of books that I had just checked out.
Said I was sure to ruin my eyes and fry my brain no doubt.
But I guess they got a kick out of their young devoted fan,
'cause they'd  trot out all their stories and tell them all again.

There were stories of big ranches and oil boom shanty towns,
of work on rigs as roughnecks and touring rodeo clowns,
and how they used to ride the rails when no work could be found.
But the way they spun those stories had me rolling on the ground.

And in between a whittle and another spit and chew,
they showed me how to whet a knife and tie a buckaroo.
Though they had so many stories and lessons to impart,
I'd have to hear the cowboy code before I could depart.

"You give a man a good hard shake and look him in the eye.
If you mess up, tell it straight, never cover with a lie.
Always give a full day's work and live out each day with heart.
A man's no good without his word, so finish what you start.

Protect the weak and help them, and respect your elders, too.
Never leave a friend behind, nothing else will ever do.
And when your days on Earth are done, according to God's plan,
you can face up to the reaper, and meet him like a man.”

If that was all I learned from them, that lesson was enough.
For a kid without some guidance, this life can be quite tough.
Other folks made fun of them, and thought them no account.
For me they were the heroes I would trade for no amount.

The stately county courthouse still stands upon those grounds,
although now those shaded benches are nowhere to be found.
And where once the mighty whittlers carved and held their court,
the squirrels now gather up pecans and chase around for sport.

© December 28, 2013

Memories of a bookworm. Considerable poetic license taken.
© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: no account, growing up, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme


Have You Ever Seen a Commie Drink a Glass of Water

Vodka
That is what they drink
never water
on no account will a Commie ever drink water
and not without good reason
water that's what I'm getting at
water is the source of all life
seven tenths of this Earth's surface is water
why do you realize that 70 percent of you is water
as human beings you and I 
need fresh pure water to replenish our precious bodily fluids.
are you beginning to understand

That’s why I drink only distilled water
rainwater
or pure-grain alcohol

Have you ever heard of a thing called fluoridation
do you realize that fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived 
the most and dangerous Communist plot we have ever had to face
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: no account, humor, malayalam, science, yellow,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Christmas Joy

Happiness, by no means, will reside in our souls
If we do not learn, how to love and to forgive,

As

Joy, on no account, will be felt by our hearts 
If we never find out, how to share and how to give! 




© Demetrios Trifiatis
  I9 DECEMBER 2014
Categories: no account, christmas, happiness, joy,
Form: Epigram

Premium Member An Obedient Child

Runs errands with a fantastic label
even with mane and jaws, humble is this Lion
simple is the main cause, Cain hates Abel
needing little heat to bend such Iron.
A call to build the tower of Babel
measurement of needed time shows it's in eon
yet finds no reason to rightly rebel
ability to react, dead as neon
dissatisfaction is weighed in a low count
the presence of such child reduces the bills
deviation from exact, falls on no account
slight waves, then rotations from the wind mills
parents happily display on the mount
a character scenting like hot spiced grills.
Categories: no account, character, child, childhood, children,
Form: Sonnet

Death Before Dishonor

My mind is already at the finish line
Right before the gun fired
My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee 
what 
the 
hell 
you 
got 
beneath that skin
That thin skin gets torn with concealed hell in my eyes
Get out of my way
Relax because it's over before it started 
It's death before dishonor
Tarnish my body but don't touch my name
I'd sooner be starving then ask for your aid 
So let me constrict my belt
three more notches ‘til hell
It's my dignity that gets me through these 
rough times so keep your sleaze to yourself 
I keep my head held high when the options are none and all I can do is walk 
away from the grim reaper himself
I have never ran from anything in my life and I on no account will
I'll never ask for you to do something I won't do myself
I put my only faith in my death and God because that's the only thing that's certain 
right now
Man, your trying too hard
With your hat tilted to the side and your faded eyes
Drugs coursing through your jugular vein 
All you can hear is the rhythm of your death in your ear drum right before the 
warning shots Lucifer makes to call you home
It makes me sick how you make your girl paint her face every morning
what exactly are you making her hide?
After daubing off Maybelline Eye-shadow and MAC foundation I realize it's me

Damn, it's really me, isn't it
What do you like the attention my counterfeit face attracts
Nah man your just afraid
of the hate in my every pore

before the warning shots I’m going to be waiting for you at the finish line to show 
you what the hell I got
Categories: no account, inspirational, uplifting, urban, death,
Form: Free verse

Who,S Been There For Me

Special Forces is where my loyalties lie
And Air Force well it runs in the family
Sitting around a campfire
Passing a bottle of Gentlemans jack around
talking about our grandpa and smiling big
but today i make a circle and stop by the grave yard
i've reached my limit Ive had enough
Hey Sir lets just go and  pick out my grave hello to you 2 Holy Men
this is not the path i chose
excuse me while i take command of the situation
Im sure there are many better trained and capable of keepeing the peace
and keep these hands clean from spilling blood
but speaking the truth he has his heart set on my destruction
Well Sir your more than likely going end up dying trying to kill me
Im speaking Brass wtf am I a helicopter base
And where the hell is those ghost of my past
I tell you they ain't no body bracing them when Im around
beaware danger lurks
he said remember this aint over yet
we'll see wont we and yea if your an oposing force
you wont never see where the blow comes from
 the Lord's got His sword in His hand and he's swinging back
It's Christmas eve today instead of being scared to dye i enjoy myself
but im still pist and im still not backing down
I know there is nothing i can say to change your mind
A Team of Assassians meet A Team 
really we dont think you wanna play those Assassian games
it'd be bashing your ****ing skulls in and feeding you to the coyotes and buzzards
it'd be seeing your protege advancing farther than you
Your what a lion is with no heart
you give us all a bad name and im just a no account
Im a part of nothing I have nothing to do with it
still im forced to do unspeakable things
but no one forced me to take hits for that Lady
That was a choice I made
I dont seek my friends to fight my battles
I face it alone like ive faced everthing
but beaware to all Ive never seen a force this big 
The Angels weep in Heaven
And i will die with the strength my friends inspired in me
Categories: no account, anger, betrayal, natural disasters,
Form: Bio

Premium Member Authority

All powers are wrapped in a grasp to
Umbrella an interest for a common goal
Taking every step with virtually no bureaucracy
Holding the baton of command and instructions, so that
On no account are decisions challenged
Rights and responsibilities, directed by it for an
Instant turnover of loyalty and adherence
To manifest the will of the staff bearer
Yet it still can never be absolute
Categories: no account, political, power,
Form: Acrostic

Orang Bangla

Orang Bangla, Orang Bangla
Whither goest thou?
Poor Orang!
Need a job, right now?
Come hither, come hither
No worry, at all
Money is calling you, dear Bangal.

Sweep my premises, cut the backyard trees,
I’ll sacrifice full ten ringits.
Need you lodging?
Why am I here, Orang?
Go thither, go thither
Live with the cows, there’s dung
Only,  innocent animal litter.

Coming straight from Kualalampur?
What?
From Muradpur to Kualalampur?
I see, you speak some English,
You educated? Want to establish
By working in Ringitpur?

Ok, Orang, start journey
To feed your family distant
You need to eat on this instant?
Long journey? Long time?
Orang, so what?
Need you rest?
NO, Orang, do your best.

I’m a kind Malay-Tamil,
Ok Orang, take two biscuits for meal.
What? Tea? No tea, no tea,
Life’s not so easy.

Now Orang, lets talk business,
Give me your passport
Life, after all, is not all easiness.

Ten ringit full
And live by the cow and bull.
What? More?
Payment on weekend?
You’ll get it at your life’s end
In Malaysia.

Hey Orang, what? Eight weeks’ ringit?
Look Orang, you have no account
Even cows steal here
To me your money is safe and sound.

What? Need to telephone to home?
Why bother them? Here you are at home.
Tell again-
You have a sweetheart? Need to phone her?
NO. Go and work-
She has no wings to fly elsewhere,
Bangla’s Tunku Zafar.

Will not work?
Your father will work.
Want to leave Malaysia?
Without passport you are in Siberia.
Why persist, Orang?
You came here through water and forests dense
On Tarzan visa.
Should I call your father, police?
‘Hello, Inspector Tansri Wahab’-
What? Will work?
You naughty, orang otang
Categories: no account, lifeme,
Form: Verse

Epithalamium

My heart is inditing a poetic matter
My tongue is the workmanship of a divine potter
My glossa is the verbal-scripter of a meditative writer
These words are the instinctive outburst of my soul
Liken to the boiling fountains of geysers of shoal

It is so sad when the heart is cold with a good matter
It is even worse when it is warm with a bad matter
I speak of the things my tongue has composed concerning the groom and the bride

Words can never describe how we all feel today
Such feeling will be expressed in poetic words than kept, yet
With all the splendor of such a feeling, there is one most important thing
Love is the most important thing

What a word we use for an idea so immense and powerful
What a one syllable for a theme so divine and wonderful
Love is a mighty power, not just to propose with a Rose flower
It has altered the flow of history; it has solved every unsolved mystery

Love lightens every burden, and bears every hardship as though it were nothing
It renders all bitterness acceptable and delectable
Nothing is sweeter than love, nothing stronger
Nothing higher, nothing wider, nothing more like fire
Nothing to desire, nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth

For love is born of God, Love flies, runs and leaps for joy
It is free and unrestrained, love cannot be chain
Love ardently transcends all bounds, Love feels no burden
Takes no account of toil, and attempts things beyond its strength

Love is not fickle nor a tickle, nor is it formalities nor vanities
Love is a revelation, a desire deeper than civilization
Love’s dimensions is built on Christ foundation

To the glorious groom and beautiful bride
One elegant, one glorious, evoking admiring glances
Two loves passed down the long wide aisle
Between two lengthening rows of smiles

God has brought you together, not to be torn asunder
To be united in His love, with faith in God above
This is not a mere ceremony but a Holy Matrimony

Today as you begin the rest of your life
Together forever as husband and wife
May your dreams come true, with love and more
Adventures to have and the world to explore

As you celebrate your wedding this day
As you exchange your vows, I just want to say
These wedding memories will linger in our heart as a treasure
And seeing family, love ones and friends here is a pleasure
Categories: no account, appreciation, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Free verse

I Crave For Your Indulgence

O! Merciful one, I have an appeal to make
I am sure it is easy for you to accommodate
I do not want all those things people require
I only crave for your indulgence in my life.

I have no yearning for pomp and splendor
All the tribulations I am prepared to endure
Kindly place your hand on my head forever
And prevent all the uncertainties that hover.

In life I have faced plenty of ups and downs
The brunt of them is very difficult to stand
And your grace has helped me to withstand
Hence crave for your indulgence in my life.

I wish and pray on no account abandon me
With affection and tenderness look at me
Please be my guide, mentor and caretaker
And be the guiding light in my life’s’ tour.

I pine for nothing but your endorsement
For me to remember thy name constant
Never ever to forget you at any moment
Hence crave for your indulgence in my life.
Categories: no account, god, longing, prayer,
Form: Free verse
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