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Love List

Love
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect.            
Love has and does not gloat.
Love hears and does not tell.
Love hopes and does not give up.
Love instills and does not corrupt.
Love joins and does not run over.
Love keeps and does not stray.
Love lives and does not stress.
Love manages and does not control. 
Love persuades but does not discourage.
Love proclaims and does not hide.
Love questions and does not badger.
Love rejoices and does not displease.
Love sees and does not condemn.
Love talks and does not defame.
Love understands and does not misconstrue.
Love values and does not insult.
Love wants and does not ignore.
Love XOXOXOX and does not reject.
Love yearns, and does not insist.
Love zaps, and does not destroy.

LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Premium Member Woman In Chains

A band of gold
bound them together

At first Sue’s blissfully happy
but little by little
he starts controlling
every aspect of her life
eroding her self confidence
by criticising her appearance
choosing what she should wear
and when she goes out
holding her back
with silken threads

Sue loves her job
but he persuades her to quit work 
after all …
she’s paid far less than a man doing the same job

When she stops visiting
friends and family
her parents become concerned
but Sue tells them
she’s happy and wants to please her man
knowing it’s far easier to give in
than risk another argument
and face the force of his fierce fists

Now, the only make up Sue wears
is to cover the livid bruises
on her pretty face

There’s no escape for Sue…
she’s held captive by the chains of love 

Woman in Chains Poetry Contest

Sponsored by John Hamilton

08/18/20

Premium Member Sunken Treasures

He speaks of sunken treasure
Draws maps to fortunes you may find
He writes it boldly as to where it may lie
Taking pleasures in his masculine pride
A gentleman cultivated in artistry
Loving lavishly he knowingly struts
Boosting his flirtatious ego
His moves, planned, calculated
To arise primal pumping blood
Eyes that manipulate and conspire
Until your dreams become endless desire
He breathes a burning fire
Embers embedded within
Unsuspected  your caught within his grasp
Words uttered to ensnare
He persuades you in a game of trust
Leads you into passion and lust
Making you believe in sunken treasures

01/09/15

thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.


Premium Member Cruel Ballet

An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene

With you at night, the same routine
Your heart within a glass display
A metaphor imbues my dream

Unaware the faux flame's scheme
A driven urge the moth replays
An open window frames a scene

With fettered will and pull extreme 
Your gravity of soul persuades
A metaphor imbues my dream

The glass I stroke as slumber weans 
In crushing heat I fall away  
An open window frames a scene
A metaphor imbues my dream
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

Poet's Poems

People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.

Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee

thank u for looking at this poem.
hope u enjoyed- WÖLF

Premium Member Induced Interludes

Induced Interludes

Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
                        gently now, gently
                        thus footprints bare none
                        alight butterfly rest on a finger
                        spilled words occasions the breeze                       
                        the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
                        gently now, gently
                        a better course grace me
                        fingertip traces a fashioned grin
                        a made verse set rhythmically whispers                       
                        a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
                        gently now, gently
                        ebb star pivots another
                        penitent pose cradles prayers
                        pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps                       
                        eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...


Be Selfish

A selfish man protects his family
        like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
   of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
            THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY

             A self obsessed labor focuses
          on his work,pays no heed to others
  accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
             HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
 
       A selfish teacher persuades his students
     to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
   fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
          STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE

      A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
   by his bewitching words to procure their full support
 and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
         THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
    
       The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
  in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
 to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
           PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED

        We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
   Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
 But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
    to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt 
      the wars between the countries,rationing the food 
        with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?

This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...

Premium Member Chimed Upper Room

*Image of Hallmark Channel by Giphy.

Chimed Upper Room

Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered album...trapped topped a cornered desk.

Cutting edge mounts an Everest...Grand Canyon grooves a pass,
Emptying a corridor...grants patience traces of sweat caught brow,
Weighty whatnots slothfully shift...relief of prized treasure.

Lives confined--stilled in a photograph...bound neath grained-hewn film,
Reviving breaths aids wiping palms...adjusting dust rules idle air,
Widen pupil's gaze...proffers freedom to locked memories.

A leisurely dance of fingers...entertaining a page,
Courses from staging consequences...flips driftingly e'er so oft,
Cherished persevered poignant times...plus occasional laughs.

Age feebly trades a gentle glance...to sights of swept-up youth,
Niagara Falls revisit eyes...interlude recalls Wordsworth,
Rousseau swells the lulls...till Longfellow's maiden turns a page.

A soothing thoroughness applied...o'er sovereignty once claimed,
Delighting a soul wanting remembrance...effervescence inched rise,
Bestilled processing images...icons pageants the heart.

Strokes into yesterdays...fulfill a distant emptiness,
Once existed in certainty...consequently in dreams of need,
Now physically held...persuades rising tips of a mouth.

2020 July 30
*2nd Place*
Dusty Old Memories
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 August 06

Premium Member Slow Down and Enjoy Life

The world persuades us to go faster
never to settle for an average speed
but eventually faster puts us off the road
proving nothing good comes from greed

The fast pace of life takes enjoyment
far far away taking out the good
the beautiful scenery you've missed
flashes past you as it has stood

Where are you going in life?
do you actually know at all?
to know the sense of all this
watch out you've missed the call

As well as the sense of your way
there's also why this is to be
going so fast too difficult to stop
no matter your machinery or the fee

Learn to regulate your pace
in common with life's expectation
what's life really doing for you?
turn your throttle for real motivation

(Quote:
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.')
- Eddie Cantor (1892- 1964)

Premium Member God's Embrace


hearts tremble, shudder and break
beneath the dark gaze of dreaded mistakes
grief sends a message that life won’t forsake,
while bitter becomes sweet as gentle snowflakes

souls sigh, whisper and groan
seeking the solace of hope and love
while sometimes struggling all alone
blessings flow quietly, from God above

hearts remember, consider and learn
through the shadows, a faded glow
prompting the spirit to sincerely discern
while the memories teach us to grow

souls stir, dazzled by God’s amazing
while the faintest doubt can disillusion
there is a melody that keeps me praising
the story reveals a sweet conclusion

hearts heal when His peace persuades
breathing light, a rustle of still grace
through the spirit who never evades
the song of heaven echoed by God’s embrace

Premium Member Buried Love

When love's chalice brims with passion's pain
from crooked hands now clenched within your mind
its wormwood draught is less the bile that stains
you spilled to cleanse the earthen floor of time
the rapture of this life now cleans my soul
as it bleeds deep in darker realms of shade
you drove the knife that cut the rose once whole
release my suffering heart as death persuades
this flower keeps no breath within its bloom
now drifting dark beneath the setting sun
flee from this world whose shadows I consume
as my heart dies, its death already done
a crumbled love lies dead inside my heart
buried beneath the lies as you depart

Premium Member The -Ane Mistake

We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.

But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.

'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.

'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.

'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.

Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”

So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.

We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.

We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.

The River

River minnows

One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

River Minnows

One of lifes sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Heart of the Edifice

The Heart of The Edifice   



In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine,
and brush is the thickest
Standing so tall and blissful
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
A rock structure that use to be the heart
Of the edifice where long time recurrence
Of lives that lived with endurance
The, hiss, crackling fire persuades
Warm comfort
From a chilly cold winter day,
Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
That chills to the bone
The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven

Now habitat of nature's small creatures
A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
Standing so tall and blissful
In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art


1/2/2014
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

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