Best Regards Poems
Once in a blue moon not very often
Without over thinking it
Something i wrote makes me
glad i did
Because it obviously touches a
nerve or stirs the soup in other's
as it did with i
And when i log on at the top
of the page a bubble appears
with numbers in it
Denoting i my friend have
received comment mail
And when i click on and begin to
read them
I am glad such kind comments
and many positives appear in front
of me for may i say a deserving
one of our own worth it
So kind regards to 1 and all
of you who took the time to
comment show and share
your support
You did a good thing here
not because you could but
rather because you choose
to do so
She obviously is in and keeps
good comany as so do you
Kind Regards
Yours Sincerely
From me to Yee
Guild of Writers
So to all of you may i say this
Speaking only personally
my parting word's i wish
to say and gift to thee are
Best wishes
Love
Humour
&
Goodwill
And once again thanking you
i say
You did a good thing here , here
Line's free verse,
always touches my heart with emotion;
in short lines she pens beautifully,
poems like bouquets of flowers.
Of nature, of life, of sadness and great grief,
often a message or lesson to give the reader;
her grammar and spelling is perfection,
I think she has style !
Lu's free verse,
leaves me breathless and weeping;
I get lost in her reverie and woe,
she has the skill to take us with her.
On journeys of life and of grief she bares her soul,
I feel her pain dripping from each written word;
and her nature poetry is divine,
I think she has style!
My own free verse,
well, that is when I can just fly;
throw away rules and know freedom,
oh, it is well known that I write about death.
It is my forte and I write to share my sorrow with the world,
I write my grief over and over hoping some soul to touch;
but I also write of nature, love and my cat,
I think I have style !
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December 18, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/In Regards to Free Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-865-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Stanza one - Line Gauthier
Stanza two - Lu Loo
Stanza three - Me
Written for the contest, You've Got Style
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
J-ust
E-xperience
R-ighteous
R-egards
A-nd
R-apturously
E-njoy
V-erse
A-bout
M-essage
O-f
N-ame's
T-errific
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Jerra Revamonte (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I was not born to be an aristocrat.
I was far too blunt to be a diplomat.
And the rest is who says this or that.
I don't care since I'm where I'm at.
So hoist a cold one for me today.
I'll buy you one some other day.
Regards, Gerard.
'Tis a blessing and a curse
to wear the gavel and the gown,
and run the bad guys out of town.
But in regards to the universe
and every soul placed on the scale -
I am glad our justice fails,
and all but a few of us
(for better or worse)
receives not what we
most assuredly deserve.
Inspired by the writings of Demetrios Trifiatis.
P.S. I was going to share to something different this morning, but after stopping by Demetrios' page last night I got inspired with something unexepected.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Smile, and see the world outside
Open your door and come to this side
Live and play with the jubilations you desrve
Don't cry! Laugh, smile and live the life with the world outside.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Cheer, and feel the brightness of the day
Wake up from your gloominess and absorb the ray
Bask and savor with the gleam you pour
Don't hide! Seek, reach and meet the life with the cosmos everyday.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Stand, and dance on the athirst field of the awaited monsoon
Spill over with the rainbow from your misted essence
Dance and drench with the mizzly ambiance
Don't Slip! Toe, walk and run - the life with all self-reliance.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Speak, and scream from the top of the mountain
Listen to your own voice and let go the frosted pain
Fly and swing with your colourful amity feathers
Don't cease! Roam, wonder and prosper the life with your own reveries.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Sing, and choir along with the twittering birds cuddling
Theme with the nature so scenic and let blossom your awaited moments
Verse and rime with the melody you charm
Don't faint! Listen, fancy and dream the life with your utmost pride.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Smile, cheer, stand ,speak and sing
See, feel, dance, scream and choir
Live and play, bask and savor, dance and drench, fly and swing, verse and rime
With the world outside...
Open your door - we are calling you and play your eternal life.
(The Silent Screams of Asparagus)
4th place in contest
The Swiss, those bastions of “Pease, Not War”
That neutral country to the core
Have gone to the edge – then one step more
On the Dignity of Plants
The killing of flora is morally wrong
The concept of “Plant Rights” missing too long
They’re crying out loud and crying out strong
On the Dignity of Plants
They’ve adopted a biocentric moral view
Living plants are alive just like me and you
So we have to be thinking in all that we do
On the Dignity of Plants
Individual plants have an inherent worth
They don’t just appear, they get here by birth
So when dealing with plants we have to think first
On the Dignity of Plants
They say that the farmer can mow his own field
They don’t explain why – but the hay has appealed
Beheading of flowers – on that he must yield *
To the Dignity of Plants
The Swiss enshrinement of “plant dignity”
Is a symptom of cultural disease
Infecting Western culture
Bringing critical thinking to its knees
The Judeo-Christian world view
Which upheld the unique nature of man
Has fallen on hard times so now we can sue
We’ve no leg on which we can stand
Animal rights from this poisonous soil
Have crippled our courts, caused tempers to boil
Now flora and fauna have joined the coil
On the Dignity of Plants
If animals and man can feel real pain
As PETA explains and explains and explains
Then plants should be treated exactly the same
That’s the Dignity of Plants
Now some Swiss are saying that plants must come first
That “Man” is the AIDS of our dear Mother Earth
We may have to expel him for he is the curse
On the Dignity of Plants
We live in a time of cornucopian wealth
Yet millions of humans suffer in health
So hiding behind “plants rights” in stealth
Is no Dignity of Man
Me, I’ve got my dignity
Plants equal to man is just foreign to me
Giving plants our rights is immorality
And that is my stance on Plants
Mdailey
* At this point it remains unclear whether this action is condemned because it
expresses a particular moral stance of the farmer toward other organisms or
because something bad is being done to the flowers themselves.
This is no HOAX. The concept of what could be called “plant rights” is being
seriously debated in the Swiss courts.
befalling
against the darkened skies
the last thread of light
flickers then fades
within the silence
forthcoming
fathomless
are these thoughts
stirring about
like hair twirled
in a caress of winds
that leaves me breathless
beneath the rhythmic pulse
of my own heart
racing towards yours
so beautiful this love
that draws me to you
in thoughts of mind
on the wings of dreams
it soars free like birds
over meadows of green
yet memories evade
then fade in the stillness of time
with the remembrance of your death
02/25/2020
So what I helped a bit,
Turned a blind eye,
Have I not always taught him
To reach for the sky?
He’s a good boy,
Maybe just lost,
But he tries so darn hard
Little knowing the cost.
I must though admit
I too was quite thrown
By the sheer huge amounts
Of payments since shown.
And then here comes Trump
Full of his bluster,
Figuring we’re the Indians
And somehow he’s General Custer.
I know facts aren’t his bag,
He’s short with the truth,
But even he can’t deny
Custer’s end was uncouth.
Peppered with arrows,
Stripped to the skin,
A little demeaning
To want to be him?
But then I forget
The guy’s a big star
And with make-believe
He’s clearly gone far.
Time for a reckoning,
My boot’s on my foot
A strong upward kick
And he’ll surely stay put.
7/13/17
Among and below the stars
Near and far
From here to way beyond Mars
I send my regards
May your own path be carved
As you take charge
Close and beyond any barge
On either side of the yard
Up and down every boulevard
Whether or not your intent on living small or large
Maybe in the future, we'll see flying cars
Roger dodger you old codger
I hear you loud and clear through the transponder
On land and in water
Close by and over yonder
The temperature getting colder and hotter
Let us continue to prosper
And ponder
With so much to offer
Wherever we wander
Always trying to do it proper
While keeping our honor
Even when the times become somber
Instead of thinking like "why bother?"
Focus, try harder and conquer
Not a second later
Onto something greater
On either side of the equator
So be it if it requires a lot of labor
This is far from minor, this is major
Through civilizations and out in nature
WITH REGARDS
We have a common platform to perform
in Poetry Soup and so are souper friends.
He is an Earth-Scientist holding high profile
with academic proficiency
and owning a poetic heart
with excellent expressive efficiency.
having profound command on English language.
I have learnt so many tough and strong words
going through his poems,
seeming rare gems
to enrich my limited vocabulary.
Both being Indian, we possess same origin.
Some inter relationship, our ancestors can claim:
As my paternal title is same to his surname.
He is senior to me: I pay respect.
As Geologist he traveled lot doing hard hazard field work.
I guess, he carries special fascination on Meadow
which exhibits his Avtaar.
In list of contestant poets at present
he sits on third rank.
To be frank
I have not met him, but I admire.
To conclude: A glimpse of poetic touch by him:
“The feeling of emotion, the beginning,
The meaning of emotion, the end.”
09/23/19
Third Place
'Pick A Friend From Soup' Contest by Bobby May
In Regards to the Birds and the Bees
In regards to the birds and the bees
depends who’s watching what he sees
and such knowledge he would bring
“birds fly – bees sting”.
Should he ask: “What should I do?”
Answer quickly, “Where’s the loo?”
for advice so quickly sought
demands an answer poorly thought
and friendship – such a dainty thing
cannot survive the sad bee’s sting
nor can it bear to see him cry
so like the bird – we wish to fly
Tis not because we do not care
but history’s taught us we must fear
the sight of “him” in wet-cheeked weep
a sight to haunt all future sleep
Alas, as cowards to the core,
we cannot say, “go back for more”
nor tell “him” that we understand
we couldn’t tell a lie so grand
our only thoughts on love undone
our true response “Run Forrest, Run!”
12/20/2017
submitted to – Men your advice to another man on females – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Brenda Chiri
Ungrateful,
Not faithful;
Ill faded emotional you cheated on me,
Told your hurt, thoughts and feelings to another;
Yet it does matter,
let's cut to the scene even though this I know you love me;
I insist you first should summit your ills your hurt feelings to God first-then me
This is how love should be shared concerns and thoughts provisions for I love you always ill regards to that you've hurt me
8/10/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Can you tell them,
I love them.
When I leave,
Make sure you remember me.
Holding tight to my hand,
Your eyes water out tears of sadness.
My heart starts to pound,
I don’t make another sound.
When I leave,
Make sure you,
Grab my hand,
and say a pray for me.
Don’t you tell me,
Not to leave you,
But its my time,
To move on.
I’ll be here,
Watching you,
And waiting,
For you to see me one day.
Can you tell them,
I will miss them.
If they miss me,
Tell them to look up.
I will hear them,
Calling my name,
I will come down from heaven,
To be with them once more.
as if I didn't know that it's too late now to admire the spectacle of the fringes of sunlight falling oily and golden over the backbone of the mountains on the horizon...
or that it has become impossible to enthusiastically appreciate the catalytic smile of every human being who has finally found the reason for his life in another person...
late to enjoy the enchanting sight of the savagery of the elements as winter advances violently on an autumn that says goodbye shyly...
feel the mind-blowing impact of sea water when the weather is warm and the thick, salty liquid envelops every cell eager for the coolness of the waves...
the time has come to make an inventory of each of the wonders of the human odyssey on earth and try to extract from them what can still serve as a pleasure to the nostalgic memory