Best Pals Poems
In all the years upon this site
which are too many to mention
it's been such a joyful exuberant time
bringing out to me friendly reaction
I couldn't mention all I've met
it would mean writing my largest piece
now I know your kindness abounds to me
so want to hold it close never to cease
So much encouragement to spur me on
to think when my writing started so long ago
never believing 1500 plus poems I would pen
but you guys shined on me so I could show
For those who believe in Christ like me
have constantly prayed at God's throne
during my hard times so faithful you've been
we all know we're forgiven for Jesus did atone
My time on here has been a special joy
privileged to know all you pals of mine
may we all keep our pens full of ink
to inspire each other so our light so shine
(Just a word of thanks to all you great guys on here who have been a wonderful blessing to my pen and me and inspired us to keep going on seeking that mountain top experience of bringing encouragement and love to others being part of one great big blessed family.)
Carolyn Devonshire U.S.A. Poetess and Contest Sponsor. I Think She Does Both Well.
And here is one of the Great Voices in The History of American Popular Music to Amplify
that Thought...
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Mr. Nat King Cole.
LOVE ( Sung to the tune LOVE by Nat King Cole.)
L is for the LIFE you lead each day.
O is OFTEN for the words you say.
V is VERVE that you bring to the or-din-ary
E is EFFERVESCENCE- summing up your special story. and...
LOVE is something that is truly you.
LOVE is something that is warm and new.
LOVE will test-i-fy
that what you have, I can't deny
that LOVE resides right there in YOU.
L is for the LIGHT that burns in you.
O says OR-DIN-ARY words won't do.
V is for the VOICE that speaks in poetry
E is ELEGANCE in how you craft each word to be. and..
LOVE is something that resides in you.
LOVE is constantly so warm and new.
LOVE will cert-i-fy
that what you have, no one can buy
for LOVE is simply, truly YOU. ( All right, boys, hit it, yeah...)
L is LESSONS that you teach to me.
O is OFTEN what you let me see.
V are VIRTUES that I can't begin listing here.
E is ELAN that I can't resist, so let's be clear. that...
LOVE is just the word to say to you.
LOVE describes the way we think of you.
LOVE will ver-i-fy
that what you have, I can't deny, yes,
LOVE resides right there in YOU.
LOVE resides right there in YOU. ( one more time.)
LOVE resides right there in YOU!
You want me to pick just one!
I can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Selecting one is just too hard.
All the others I can’t discard.
Andrea was the first to welcome me;
Jared’s challenges allow me to see;
Chris entertains me with his exuberant youth;
John helps me to seek the truth.
Linda-Marie made me a member;
There’s so many more to be remembered.
Constance and Carrie and Amy, too;
Please forgive me for not mentioning you.
I know I am not following the rules you set,
But not selecting them all I would regret;
It’s not just a single person that’s been a pal to me,
It’s the whole, damn entire PS community.
Larry and Bob and the Poet Destroyer;
Jimmy and Carolyn and others who are newer;
The Doc, Barbara and that Highlander guy;
I am missing others, I hope they understand why.
There’s Tirzah and Carol and nikko with the small “n”;
Audrey and Joyce – I can’t forget them;
Mac and Doris, Daniel and Catie;
And other special gentlemen and ladies.
So rank my entry at the bottom of your list;
I really don’t mind not winning this,
But Adeleke I want to thank you for urging me
To recognize these friends so publicly.
My pen pal and I both had a passion for poetry books
The city library was thought of. We met in her nooks.
Shush! Shush! We heard from a librarian, truly staid.
With face of a rooster, we knew she was an old maid.
Two pen pals forever, we only had one day to meet.
We knew it would be fun, endearing, exceedingly sweet.
We ditched the library, my forever pen pal and me.
We headed northeast, where two terrific poets should be.
We picked out a spot where literary mermaids danced and sang.
Faeries and brownies came along with a hull-a-balloo band.
Dictionary gargoyles got frisky, and gave us some sass.
We rolled our eyes, ignoring them, and their syllable grass.
It was a fine time. Two poet pen pals having a blast.
Collaborating hard, ideas in spurts, and real fast.
And that is how we two pen pals finally met, and had some real fun.
If you doubt this incredible tale, you are not the only one.
Ricketee Rocketee
Ellen DeGeneres
hosts her talk show with her
funniest moods
Loves kids who went viral
child-fun celebrity
take brainy kids at show
gives gifts or foods
Papayee Mommyee
Supernanny Jo Frost
who runs to the rescue
pal nine one once
Expert on time-out base
authoritarian
imposed her strict home rules
after child’s punch
Jan. 4, 2021
I have come to know you
And you have come to know me
Through the medium of
~ Our Poetry
We are not your average - coffee shop and deli.
Here the atmosphere is happy - and the owners are friendly!
We can start you out with coffee - or something else if you desire.
Our goal is to please you - so are standards are much higher!
We have breakfast items - and yes we have lunch too!
Both are served throughout the day - no reason to be blue.
We're working on new items - to tempt your taste bud.
You don't have to continually settle - on other people's crud!
We have many tasty flavors - so you can mix and match.
Keep your hands on that drink - someone it may try to snatch!
We even have milk shakes - and they bring such delight!
They can turn your day around - and make you feel all right!
We're located on Francis and Lidgerwood - across the street from Double Eagle
Pawn.
So quit procrastinating - don't allow your palate to constantly Yawn!
Take out or delivery - whatever is your pleasure!
It would be a real mistake - to miss out on this fantabulous treasure!!!
Footnote: This quaint little (Old Pals) Espresso and Deli is in Spokane Washington. Current Hours of Operation are: 7:00 AM - 6:00 PM 7 days a week.
Addendum: They have closed the location I wrote about and do not know if they have reopened elsewhere or not. Was sorry to see them go.
Girlfriends
Real confidant
Important in our life
Sharing secrets, as with no other
Women
Friends fade into the common wave,
lost in their naiveté,
the days change the blame stays,
so on they go,
about their ways, insides rot.
Slave to the poison of their own creation,
oozing from their brain,
fragranting their breath,
voice saps life from their vicinity,
complaining insults, cease not.
Listening ears burn with rage,
and herald a life of ease,
free from lowly and lofty self-hate,
that self-feed such a disease,
ally ignores, rapeful ramblings never stop.
Ears cool and learn to let them fade,
from friend to cohort to stranger to slave,
happily hateful world workers,
stressfully loving their blightful lives,
patter of greater prosperity, zot but a prop.
soon be time again
meet new friends
as you check in
for new year
some dress as a bear
some will call al and hal
be girls and boys
THE NEW SCHOOL NEW PALS
C lassy Carolyn, pretty and vibrant
A mazing poet gifted, a joy
R eachng with kindest heart
O ver the top where friendship counts
L oyal and gentle, always close by
Y et, never imposing, overbearing or rude
N on judgmental just as I
*To Carolyn Devonshire, my Poetry Soup Pal
~*~
L Lovely Linda-Marie, full of class
I ndependent girl with such pizzaz!
N on judgemental just as I
D evoted Mother, daring and youthful
A mazing poet, my BBF
* To "The Sweetheart of PS"
~*~
P al of mine ‘til the end of time
O f all the guys you’re a “diamond in the rough”
N ever bringing boredom, no monotony to my door
C atching each wave, we ride the highest surf
H unk that you are, sexy hot, yet sweet like Jam
* To JAM my Poetry Soup Pal
~*~
B etter than most, in quiet ways
I nsightful, inspiring, one hot, terrific “hunk”
L aughter he brings to lighten downhearted spirits
L ooking always to find ways to ease others’ pain
Y ou’re more than amazing, ‘though few may know
* For the Kidster, my Forever Friend
~*~
*Image of Santa Claus, Snowman, Holidays.
Xmas Pals
As seasonal passage conjures two friends,
Winter paint faces full of joy and cheers,
St. Nick and Frosty, all children then befriends,
Both are treasures to precious little dears.
Winter paint faces full of joy and cheers,
Gaze the sky for Santa's sleigh o'er the glens,
Both are treasures to precious little dears,
Made Frosty the snowman with odds and ends.
Gaze the sky for Santa's sleigh o'er the glens,
Jolly St. Nick's reindeers were used as gears,
Made Frosty the snowman with odds and ends,
Frosty was packed with snow as Christmas nears.
Jolly St. Nick's reindeers were used as gears,
St. Nick and Frosty, all children then befriends,
Frosty was packed with snow as Christmas nears,
As seasonal passage conjures two friends.
2020 January 18
*1st Place*
Christmas Pantoum Rhyme
~~Eve Roper: Judged 2020 January 25
*Picture #2
*2nd Place*
''X'' Contest, New or Old
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 November 28
Buddies forever,
is what he promised me.
I was only 10 years old,
He’d be here for eternity.
My buddy was my grandpa,
we’d work down on the farm.
My buddy was a good friend,
he’d keep me safe from harm.
But you see, my buddy, he was sick,
not just with a cold or the flu.
You see, my buddy, had cancer
but told me not to feel blue.
I was in grade 4 that year.
Mom said I wouldn’t want to see him that way.
Lying in the hospital bed,
She’d knew I’d want to stay.
But I visited him every week,
We’d laugh and joke around.
I never knew if the next time I’d visit,
if he’d be anywhere to be found.
When I left his bedside that night,
Goodbye is what I said.
He told me it wasn’t that time yet,
So we said C’ya later, instead.
The last time that I saw him,
He was in the ICU.
I told him jokes, and hugged him,
but he was looking bad, I didn’t know what to do.
I said my usual C’ya later,
But something told me to do more.
I kissed him on the forehead,
and then headed for the door.
I didn’t know that night
would be my final moments with my friend.
After all, he said we’d be pals,
buddy’s til the end.
While we sat in that cold church,
I would not cry a tear.
I just asked where grandpa was,
He'd promise he'd always be here.
We proceeded to the Cemetary,
Where it felt all too real.
I walked up beside your new 'bed'
and that's precisely where I'd kneel.
Everyone was watching,
As I opened my mouth to speak.
I said, "C'ya later Grandpa"
As a tear rolled down my cheek.
It seems these days I visit him,
Less and less each year.
But I know he’s always with me,
he always feels so near.
He’s not really where we left him.
When he left, his spirit grew.
It’s watching over all of us.
My buddy’s making sure, I’m never blue.
if John Boehner is
the great compromiser, then
what is Mitch Mcconnell
Laughter with old pals,
like an immaculate song
can't be out of tune
It is life dancing
in lightheaded wisp of time-
a glass always full
-Nicola An