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The other day, I was visiting the home page at Poetry Soup
and noticed a picture of a guy named Willie Shakespeare
His poems are okay but I found his plays a bit hard to follow
For example: “To be or not to not to be: That is the question”
Really Billy? I mean you either IS or you AIN’T right?

SO, I commented on some of his poems just to encourage him
and guess what? Not ONE-SINGLE-COMMENT in return!
I even tried Soup Mail offering kind, polite advice and critique
No dice! Zilch! Zero! Perhaps it was the style tips I suggested?
That collar's gotta go...Can you IMAGINE in the midst of summer?
I am now convinced that ego and resentment were involved

So I decided to try Eddie Poe and honestly? His stuff is WEIRD
and Ed, I hate to break this to you but: Ravens don't talk
Did the same with Bobby Frost, Benny Johnson and some others
Same old song and waltz, not a peep out of a single ONE of them

To top it off, I Souped Emmy Dickinson (I wanted to ask her out)
I suggested that she might want to edit the first line of her poem from:
“I dreaded that first robin so" to: 
“I dreaded that first robin like you wouldn’t BELIEVE”
Her silence was deafening.
Just who do these people think the ARE?

Light bulb! Now I know why PS crams them all together on the right hand end.
They feel sorry for these poet wanna-be’s, but not ME. I will continue to mentor

Premium Member Crossing That Siberian Desert of Lost Souls

("" In order for the light to shine so brightly,
 the darkness must be present""  -Francis Bacon)

Crossing That Siberian Desert Of Lost Souls

No joy, no peace, on that darken horrendous stroll
crossing that Siberian desert of lost souls
blazing sun hit by invisible arrows shot
wherein the weak die, left as carrion to rot
so many blinded by illusions that world sends
eyes shut, never seeing what world's ill wind portends!

Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.

Once as a youth such an innocent soul was I
racing forward deluded thinking I could fly
until in too deep, heart cried out from burning heat
and the ill wind's angry flames licking my bare feet
Please a refuge, I pray Lord a refuge please send
Oasis, that this wilting body I may mend!

Mankind swims in a world that its hopes slowly burns.
Rolling the dice as Fate and Death take wicked turns.

As sky then chased away that fiery red-hot sun
ahead an oasis, quickly onward I run
away from lost and blinded journey through this hell
away from lingering doubts I could never quell
away from this world and its insidious pains
away from deep darkness and its decaying stains!

This soul left that black-world wherein hope slowly burns.
No dice, Fate and Death taking no more wicked turns.

Robert J. Lindley,  12 -21- 21
Rhyme, ( Truth That Darkness May Not Prevail )

Notes:

(1.) Inspiration and thanks given, for this poem was received from a comment made to my poem , titled,  "I Looked To Heaven That Christmas Night"
Commented on 12/20/2021 5:43:00 PM by Jeannie Amos
("Not everyone makes it out of the Siberian desert of lost souls. Make the best of your blessing."
Thusly - I got this to stir my composing. -  ** "" Siberian desert of lost souls. ""** 
******* 

(2.) Inspiring quotes from famous,
 artists/thinkers/ philosophers/poets

(A.)
“Hope is being able to see there is light despite all of the darkness.”
--        Desmond Tutu
(B.)
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”
--        Desmond Tutu
(C.)
"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
--        Carl Jung.

Premium Member Henry David Thoreau

Henry David Thoreau
Spent two years in a one room chateau 
Went to the pond to dip his booty
No dice – lifeguards off-duty
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Who Knew Your Forever Was

Who Knew Your Forever Was


Who knew your forever was eleven months and a day
me trying to keep you , buckets of love in each play
Girl, your sexy body was the drug I desperately needed
yet you went to ice cold as my hurting heart pleaded!

Who knew my faithful love, sadly was never enough
you would hit me with heartbreak and say tough
Girl, your body set my heart burning in a blaze
now your leaving sent this man into a drunken haze!

Who knew your paradise was to be a future dark Hell
deeper the false ride you gave the farther I fell
Girl, I thought to love and your life truly save
now you cast me into this dark and lonely grave!

I am just too far gone to now be rightly thinking
I sit here my mind rotting , heart rapidly sinking
Girl, your leaving rips me apart, sets me to drinking
I sit here in darkness, my broken soul all bleeding!

Robert Lindley
August 17th 1977

note: I wrote this over three decades ago, while drunk, 
 on a Saturday night. 
Beaten down by a woman that broke my soul . That cut
my heart out and ate it with relish. I tried to get
her to see her folly but no dice. Life is like that.
People run their own path picking up pleasure and 
then casting it away. Youth must suffer from its lack
of experience...

Premium Member Why Is It So

Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So many time in months of thrice
I've sought out my peers yet (no dice)
Michael Tor I can't find your door
Andrea Deitrich pangi Bill Baker and more
To top the lot my contest launched
I couldent find it? Friends so staunch.'

No Blocking the Plate

It's a round ball with a wooden bat.
Take some time to swing with that.

Ninety feet will get you there, 
From the lefty box (it's square).

Toward right, straight down the path,
Did you step up to take a bubble bath?

If you're moving on, you're making sense, 
Leaving home towards that fence.

Now you're in the pitcher's crack, 
It ain't stealing when it's taking back.

Now see, three, 60, round?
The same dimensions of the mound.

It does no good rattling the gate,
If you want to play sport, just grab a plate.

Chasing the diamond is a fool's errand,
So treat it as a verb and not a gerund.

The masked-man waits, Union his name,
Since there's no crying aloud in this game -

If there's ball in hand, no run and no dice;
No ball, no Union, then no breaking the ice.


The Staircase of a Soupy Addict

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The Games We Play

The Games We play 

Wait stop!!! 
             “still in Neutral" 

The Games we play

We are both confused  still walking around  in circles like figure eights 

Wait stop!!!
              “still in neutral" 

We both play this same sport but different positions 

The Games we play 

Hold On !!!

            Wait still in neutral?


Monopoly games we play with each other with  no dice in are hands
Now wait I still can’t convince you ?

The Games we play

Now the under achiever wants to achieve something more

Wait!!

 “still in Neutral”

The Games we play

Two inseparable lovers only have one goal
Pause !!! all players need too huddle up for a team meeting

The Games we play
We resume  back too play with only one objective 
 
 Now hold up and Wait
 
When you cry I am your shoulder you can lean on 

Hold on for a second I am about too change Gears

The Games we play 

when you take the key out this ignition their no you and I

Now "It's Game Over"   JCMT

Premium Member It Ain'T My Fault

I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.

But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.

Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.

The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.

I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.

I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.

No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.

I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.

I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,

To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.

I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,

When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;

So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.

                                                           Judy Ball

About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made  the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A La Mozart

Always been creative in one form or another

It's definitely what turns my crank

Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice

Been blessed with this very creative mind

Which can actually be a real curse

At times I'd just like to kick back

Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by

I think the word I'm thinking of is "vegetate"

However, this word is not part of my vocabulary

Those that don't suffer from it can't imagine

Why I would want a break from it

Well, to begin, normal things like watching TV

Or watching a movie at the theatre not hold my interest

They are non productive hours

I know, you must be thinking, "poor soul!"

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me

Although at times it can be overwhelming

Writing poetry is my current outlet

I have no idea what could possibly come next

Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!



© Jack Ellison 2014

Two More Minutes With Peanut

 minute poem with nonsense words 

Stretching, I might be four-foot-six
I've learned to fix
the wixumph jokes
of thoughtless blokes.

Some people are antriphinal -
not short on bull
"Peanut," they yell
"Who cracked your shell?

Perspecitus, 'tis a good word
When thoughts get blurred,
I watch them squirm
at each word worm.


When perspecitus meets wixumph,
I can triumph, 
remaining bold -
mood quite controlled.

Vurshotimy! I call the shots,
connect the dots.
When chaps condemn,
toss words to them.

Two minutes with Peanut, no dice.
A little spice
'tworks well enough
to call their bluff.

Embarrassment At the Big Box Store

Embarrassment at the Big Box Store

By Elton Camp

Sue was checking out at the crowded store
Then occurred something that she did abhor

Although the checker tried to do it twice,
A bar code just wouldn’t scan—no dice

So, loudly over the store’s public address
The equipment malfunction he did confess

“On super size Tampax I need a price check.”
It was misheard as “thumbtacks,” then heck

Over the public address system came the call
That was unavoidably heard by one and all

And so loudly the question then did come
“Is that the type you push in with your thumb?”

“Or is the missing price you need me to trace
Ones that with a hammer you drive into place?”

Red-faced Sue made a mad dash for the door
And resolved never to shop there anymore
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

That 9 11 Day

That 9/11 Day

I was eager that day, 
Just as I was 
Any other day, 
To start my work, 
And state the statistics,  
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics, 
Embrace others
When I thought would, 
Make a good share price, 
Positive returns, 
No dice, 
But when I reached 
The door of my room, 
A heard the most horrific 
Boom:
No way out, 
No hope, 
No exceptions, 
No dope, 
No perceptions, 
No scope, 
No connections, 
To help you cope; 
No person, 
To assist, 
With the problem, 
To list
Your objections, 
To the phenomenon, 
The horrific phenomenon, 
Death, war, stench, 
Which was never, 
Expected, 
Predicted, 
Asserted,  
Affronted,
Depicted, 
Contrasted, 
Batted, 
Punted, 
Posited, 
Spotted, 
Pounded, 
Chatted, 
Painted, 
Lifted, 
Forecasted,
Calculated,  
Forwarded, 
Gaited, 
Grunted, 
Projected, 
Postulated, 
Supposed, 
Macerated, 
Vaginated…
Portended, 
Aggravated, 
Criminated, 
Presented, 
Charted, 
Founded, 
Surfeited, 
Attracted, 
Prompted, 
Forwarded, 
Bayonetted,  
Fermented, 
Antedated, 
Refracted, 
Stated, 
Pronated.
It never resonated, 
It just exploded. 
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust, 
‘Cos somebody was angry… 
The devil:
ISIS.

Premium Member It Ain'T My Fault

I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are gray.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find;

But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.

Car's in the garage it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.

The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz.
Can't wait to see what that costs to fix.

I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole.
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.

I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.

No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock.
Without any money I'll just have to walk.

I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.

I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market.
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,

To look up and smile and give praise in all things.
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.

I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,

When things all started to slide down hill.
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;

So I'm asking The Lord to forgive, see me through it;
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Drowning In Debt

He goes through each day 
obsessing over how to 
increase his earnings. 
Times are hard. 
He's drowning in debt; 
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much, 
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes 
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work 
and he's cut cable television 
down to basic. Anything... 
to decrease his spending.


Date written: 03/09/2021

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