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Premium Member Garden Party

All dressed in green, the rose bush beams
like a child's blushing cheeks and pursed lips;
these debutants jilted by bees
forever wanting to be kissed.
A carpet of phlox giggles like a young lady
and drips over the wall like a Dali clock,
tickled by fingers of lilies and daisies
still waiting to dance, demurely frocked.
Impatiens wink at the pansy's goodbyes,
while hostas and petunias wave.
In the light of the late springtime sky
all in the garden would rave.
No need for people, they've nothing to prove
because flowers can party too!

~Through a wisteria laden arbor~

Ah, the robins are here rummaging in the grass
and they just left the blueberries over the hedge,
a glutinous embarrassment for sure, but as
deer prance so properly, I'd rather robins instead;
at least they don't consume the guests,
or should I say, permanent party participants.
Like a "who done it" dinner it's a safe bet
they'll win, if the catnip and snapdragons can't.
What's the purpose of being pretty;
ogled and cut by people and eaten by deer -
it's the talk of the party and nasty.
Gossip is (don't tell) that our favorite guests aren't here,
the honey and the bumbles do tickle and tease
and though perhaps used, we're left pleased.

Modern/Contemporary Sonnet (mixed meter-slant rhyme-uneven line length)

Premium Member Eurovision

From fjords, forests, hot springs,
slopes and snowy mountains,
people from different 'walks of life,'
connect their cultures to entertain.
A vision of Europe and humanity,
where a continent is home to many dialects,
serenading in diverse artistic styles.
Blending voices that carry something distinct,
bellowed from a ballad, rock or
something completely comedic.

I can hear the echoes of Celine Dion's
'Ne partez pas sans moi'
and the soothing tones of Gwendolyne,
from the dulcet Julio Iglesias.
Unifying musical tongues to
sing with sincere camaraderie,
bringing people together, dancing to
iconic beats like ABBA's - Waterloo.

A stage where future superstars
are born, glorifying 'Long live love.'
reminiscing Olivia Newton John's 
universal message, be it in
fast rhythms or slow beats.

An evening of sporadic colours,
where dreams really do come true.
Where strangers join arms and
find new friendship - despite the politics.

One by one each country votes,
dreading the 'nil pois,'
fabricating many a conspiracy,
where the Baltic and Balkan states
seem to love each other's music.

Each vote unfolds excitement,
as nations anticipate the outcome
from the public vote -
there is always a surprise!

Eurovision, may not feature perfect lyrics,
nor angelic voices - in fact not all participants
are from Europe anymore!
Still millions tune in on their TV's
and radio's bringing people together
through the power of music.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

The New Wizards

NEW WIZARDS

In legend, gods and wizards roamed the earth
A theatre drawn by magic spell creation
No one dominant in what was real - a dearth
Of fixed scene; each chose their own world contemplation
Drama wild where players contested illusion
Sought to overwhelm in a glorious confusion

There evolved a more civil scene though with its flaws
On a stage then firm, for each one who would act
Cosmos framed: the same to all as ruled by laws
The reality - consensus  view - agreed contract
Could that be a golden age - freedom framed by rules
Those who broke them deemed non participants or fools

Now new Wizards come on scene in spangled coats 
PR Experts, the Press, Politicians paint new scenes
That set us all at odds and each other’s throats
With smears, distorting mirrors and cunning memes
Have we now returned to a former legendary vision
Where illusion out-weighs reason in our decision


Invisible

If you're standing and nobody sees
If nobody hears you do you cease to be
 
How much of yourself will you lose to this game
Without holding the participants in deep disdain
 
How long will you cry and nobody listen
Your eyes seem almost forever to misten
 
Surely it's not supposed to feel like this
Something in becoming an adult that you must've missed
 
Be "nice" speak pleasant and all will adore
NO
It just means your needs are easier to ignore
 
You're worth more than this speak out loud find your voice
To suffer in quiet is a personal choice
 
Wanting so badly to walk and stand proud
To live to the fullest and live it out loud
 
You've forgotten who you are, forgotten where you've been
But remember God sees the pain that you're in
 
This lesson is far too important to miss
Study it carefully your feelings you should never dismiss
 
Stop walking on eggshells and learn how to yell
And maybe the next time the story will be different that you tell

January 2009

Echoes In the Night At Half Moon Bay

Echoes in the night at Half Moon Bay

In the stillness of the night, I can still see fireflies dancing
in the shadow of firelight,
seems like they're dancing in time
with the rolling of the waves, 
here in Half Moon Bay

I can still hear Grey Owls hooting, 
and the loons crooning their tune
a nocturnal duet of night rangers,
calling out in the wild summer night
here in Half Moon Bay

It was 1974, we were young, 
and wanted everything and more
we were eye witnesses ,to summers splendor
and participants in pleasures sweet surrender

Spending our summer days, swimming in Half Moon Bay
dancing in the sand with friends
wishing days and nights like this, 
would never ever end
Listening to CCR, and Blood Sweat and Tears
I still remember those happy days, 
and the echoes in the night
at Half Moon Bay...
after all these years.

John Derek Hamilton
March 28,2016

Premium Member Life's Race

	Life's Race
	Written: by Tom Wright
	9/8/98
	
	Life, isn't like a relay,
	With participants off and on,
	Nor is it like a sprint or dash,
	But more of a marathon;
	Many start a race for Christ,
	But too soon tire and rest.
	
	While others,
	Spiritually out of shape,
	Will not put forth their best;
	In giving man His chosen,
	God accepts from man no less.
	For salvation is a know so thing,
	Not feelings or a guess.
	
	We must daily run, not tire or quit,
	When encountering one more hurdle.
	Life isn't start, sprint, and fade,
	But in finishing, Like the Turtle.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.


Scenes of Spring Magic

Stage is set

Participants in place

A wolf moon smiles

Bright stars palpitate


Roses in a garden

Lovers sitting on a bench

Hand sending messages

Lips kissing to undress


Bodies on fire

Temperature’s hot

A voice sweetly caressing

Baby don’t stop


Owl hoots Whoo Whoo

Squirrel’s a little bit shy

Scenes of Spring magic

On the screens of our lives

The Contest Winner

I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 
 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  


When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!


I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!


And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Premium Member LAWLESS LAW'S

Laws of Motion

First law:  An object at rest will stay there wondering how it got there while the object in motion will wander wondering how do I get there.

Second Law:  Force will often cause the objects in the first law to negotiate a truce.

Third Law:  For every action there is an inaction responsible for the reaction 


2.  Law of Universal Aggravation

Any two in close proximity to each other will engage in moronic behavior and unchallenged chatter until one holds up a sign.

3.  Thermodynamics

First Law:  Energy cannot be created or destroyed but it can be held hostage by a couch and a bag of chips

Second law:   Entropy, as a measure of disorder, increases in direct proportion to the number of government employees allegedly “working” from home.

Third Law:  As the temperature approaches zero the remaining government employees will be told to stay at home.

4.  Quantum Superposition:  Government employees can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until retirement.

5.  The Doppler Effect:  The observed frequency of activity (e.g., sight and sound) is dependent on where the participants are relative to each other.

6.  Dormat’s Principle:  Light takes the path that enables the politician to never see its shadow.

A Designed Constructed System

A careful constructed system 
that’s designed to lead to failure
few escapes, leaving the rest 
to be taken advantage of
those who escape
reaches a certain level 
then prey on the weak
by selling hopes and dreams,
hope and dreams 
that rarely come true.

The game is being sold as 
the truth remains concealed 
while those continue to profit
off the ignorance and the pain
emotions get exploited,
generating energy curren-cy
that keeps the system employed
as it thrives on the sufferer.

Extortion and manipulation 
hijacks the mind, turning
you into willing participants
of your own torment,
creating a tyrannical force 
that’s impossible to beat.

Free-will in disguise is a 
predetermined force 
coering you to endure in
a careful constructed system,
a system that’s designed 
to maximize human suffering.
© K. Parker  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Those Who Love

No mystery is Love
for those who love

once found dearly cherished

no jewel worth its loss

no perilous travel can deter
Love's cross

a mile away
can seem a universe
of distance

Love needing only, deeply caring,
sharing~ faithful participants --

Premium Member The Circus

"The Circus" 
The master of ceremonies taps his cane to begin the fireworks
While graduates of the ground exercise their prowess high above
They are wired with decent grip on balancing poles that save their lives
The crowd holds their breath to a well paced piece written just for them

Expressing god given talents in consonance to the format of the show
There are many circumstances of life and death to travel a topsy turvy wire
The crowd has gasped enough 
Surprising all who thought they could not do it

The danger, the glory, all to the tune of "Let Me Fall"  
A luscious aria for the ears begins to assuage the high tensions
Seeing participants of talent take on amazing feats 
Colorfully contorting and twisting to terrifying positions 
We could never dream about for it would break our backs

 A motorcycle roars loudly without a muffler, majestically it comes
To ride the ring of fire for which rock anthems echo 
Off the circle and through the heat while the elephants wait their turn
Standing on hind legs they rise to the occasion 
Responding to measures that escalate the mood,
 Agnes waves her dancing trunk in 4/4 time


The audience waves back and claps in satisfaction
For the show that began as the Circus Maximus
When Romans needed entertainment all those years ago 
And the practitioners of stunt were truly at risk flying high 
Without cords and wires for safety, they flew to new realms
Of daring and danger all meant for applauding strangers 

Lions and tigers and bears oh my! Today will be so special for the kids
Looking at this and looking at that, all amongst a backdrop of darkness  
The clowns flipping bowling pins flopping around in over sized red shoes
Their jovial exterior matches a beauty inside them
It's all for the children responding to boisterousness and glee

Tigers know when to roar and acrobats know when to soar
Adding to a perfect panorama no one can possibly take it all in
The finale comes to an end and they say good bye, taking a bow
Lights come back on and the atmosphere is gone 
And leaving almost feels like a sin

Digital Detox

Check your cell phone at the door
And welcome to the bash.
No technology allowed, 
So ditch your secret stash.

Cut yourself off from your friends
And give your thumbs a break.
We have experts who can help –
Withdrawal’s hard to take.

There are fun activities
To keep you occupied.
Make a bracelet out of hemp – 
Materials supplied.

Play some ping pong – shoot some pool;
There’s a foosball table.
Watch some old-time TV shows 
From years preceding cable.

Test your typing skills – clack clack;
The paper’s on a roller!
Note the errors you can make
When you are the controller.

Everyone’s invited – 
See if you can pass the test,
A night to disconnect
And give those mobile phones a rest.

These parties really do exist – 
Restraint is in one’s power;
But most of the participants
Don’t even last an hour!

Premium Member Daffy Definitions (Part 3 )

I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not 
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may 
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and  Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG

Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann

Premium Member Royal Rumble

Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension

Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches

Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors, not jeer

Matches roll with blunder
Rumbling and grappling like thunder
Crutches and splints spread over
Bodies of the bruised fall over

Grueling matches live on
Under any pressure show must go on
It's not "business as usual" that linger
Players of theatrics in danger

Venues are slated by dates
Participants stipulated as mates
Previews of expected bouts
Reviews that excite and shouts

Year after year is the Rumble
Inside the ring that crumble
Event that sounds so noble
Fame, not fortune that bubble

A prelude to Wrestlemania
An interlude of regalia
A shot coveted in spotlight
A spot asserted with delight

Let's get ready to rumble!...

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