Best Reply Poems
What a load of malarkey I just read...
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear. The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.
Who gave women the right to breed, he wrote...
taking the chance of birth defects. What the heck!
That kind of mulish thinking I cannot promote,
but since it's his right to post as he may,
I shall take the opportunity to also have a say.
God gave women the right to breed,
in the ability to grow within them a seed.
If He wanted an embryo to proclaim,
"I'll risk being born with half a brain.
and risk the life of my mother, too,"
He'd given them voice before they were born.
Audacious statements made by those who oppose
the will of the Ancient of Days.
That would label them as 'one of those...'
A shortsighted man who'd take such a stand,
thinking he knows best what is wrong or right.
How would he handle having a womb with eggs.
Maybe he would consider soldering shut his legs.
A blowhard whose mother suffered giving birth
for she made the choice to feel the burden of pain.
If she knew what she'd bred,
would she value his worth?
But Jan, is this a Limerick trick?
Your family, truly, has no Dick and no Rick ...
I could have sworn
Since I, too, had been born
my family had to have had one Mr. Dick!
(c)Deo.I could not bring myself to declare it as clearly last week. Now Good Friday gives way to naughty Saturday ... have at it. Shalom.Smile: Jesus is not a prude, but He does have standards (No adultery, for one. Have limericks though)
PLEASE READ JAN'S POEM BEFORE THIS!!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hellllllllllppppp_my_muse_is_missing_665489
I've got good results on my recent search,
One for Jan's lost humour -
I knew that since the very start
I was right - It WAS a rumour!
First I looked where I thought it might be -
Her poems here, of course,
I randomly read.. and what was this?
I had to suppress a giggle with force!
So Jan hunted round to find her muse -
(Now you'll know her search wasn't of use)
She hunted high and she hunted low,
(She thought her humour deserted her so)
She went on with her search, undaunted
No place had what she really wanted..
I got the solution, and let out a big WHOOP!..
JAN DIDN'T SEARCH ON POETRYSOUP!
My dearest love, I hope this finds you well.
You said you needed time apart to think.
My world has shattered, and each day is hell
without you! Into nothingness I sink.
I know how frightened you’ve been to commit
to our relationship. And when you said
you wished to date around, I had to grit
my teeth! I think about you in the bed
of someone else! Oh, darling, don’t you miss
my gentle touch each morning when you wake?
I can’t accept the ending of such bliss!
Recall our many good times. For the sake
of all we had, I'm waiting, and I pray
that you will not throw everything away.
My love, I got your note and had to write
you back because I need for you to know
I think about you every day and night.
I look outside and see the falling snow
reminding me of those sweet moments when
we’d come in from the cold and then get warm
beside a fire, make love all night, and then
I’d wake to find you snuggled by my arm.
There is no one but you. and I was wrong
to leave you! Oh, Darling, please forgive me.
I’m coming home, and now it won’t be long
till I am in your arms. How patiently
you’ve waited! You have shown a love so true
I likewise pledge my lasting love to you.
Written October 15, 2016
For Phillip Garcia's True Love Waits - 2 English Sonnets Contest
Just a day I love to repeat again and again,
Till my heart stops beating for God knows when,
Once in my life I met someone so fit for me,
The missing piece of my own puzzle,
You fill my heart with glee
A new chapter begins under this new fresh horizon,
Everything just feels good without any reason,
All these things though cannot compare to you,
A girl as mystique,beautiful, and smart,
You are my Waterloo
Clear skies now end with dark clouds,
Storms arise to torment both of us with thunders so loud,
Rippling our pristine connection to each other,
As a harsh reality looms in and keeps us from our forever
I am now lost and emotionless here,
Stuck with these three useless words I wanted you to hear,
Under this tormented blood-red sky,
I'll always miss you and regret not saying good-bye.
A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain
Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open, small-press 'zine.
This fool blames the ills of the world
On "World Jewry" - the old, rusted-out line
Of his Volk.
Ah, well - simple things for simple minds.
I'm glad I finally got past actively hating your kind;
Why give you fuel to feed your blindness?
Now you just excite my pity,
You wastes of skin, skinheads.
Sorry you ejected your brains,
Like seaslugs, who don't need 'em;
Sorry that you choose to live on the bile of your hate,
Sorry for your infantile pains,
And sorry that you can't appreciate
This free society
That lets you parade your ignorance
For all the world to see.
Reminiscing notes you sent from your peacock feather quill, kind editor
Embrace did I, your keen buoyancy, words whether grounded or surreal
Private musing you penned upon parchment brought tears of joy, mentor
Lavish poetry, and sage philosophy, taught my damaged soul to feel
Yearnings tormented, now calmed, a tranquil soothing from your gentle quill
O' lover, I Beg You Give A Reply
O' love this simple truth I now shall pen!
My wounded heart will bleed it out in ink
Our love was beautiful and 'twas no sin
Being without you now is all I think!
O' love where is thy sweetest angel kiss
And the pure joy of thy red blooming heart
I wake at dawn, first thought, your love I miss!
I curse this wicked world we are apart!
O' love why are thy sails without cool breeze
Your soft and gentle touch no longer here
The void, your absence sets me ill at ease!
Midnight darkness cries I must be afraid!
O' love I so miss your dear beautiful voice!
And the gentleness in your nightly touch
Our long, sad separation was not my choice
My dearest angel, do you miss me much?
O' lover, this is my heartfelt reply!
To the breakup letter you sent in June
You said, MY GIVEN ALIBI A LIE
My dear, every song is a sad tune!
O' lover, please, how do I make amends!
And do so when I truly have any guilt!
I fear this now what future now portends!
I want to stab this dagger to the hilt!
O' lover, I beg you give a reply
There is no other true love but you dear!
This time apart makes me feel like I die
I now live nothing but a life of fear!
O' lover, shall I live now matters not!
For life without you is a death sentence
I pledge you, endless love, all I have got!
Let us live love again, with no pretense!
Hold this truth our loving was truly real!
Love my all, it was our beautiful deal!
Robert J. Lindley, first composed Sept.9TH 1974
edited two verses today 6-05-2023
And I got word from her younger sister the love letter sent to her, she burned without even reading
Such is life, in youth we face many such things. Idid not date again for 7 months.
INSPIRATION REALISED
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My heart pounded with your every word, but then the end.
Did it happen, or was it fantasy your quill did blend?
Poetry in the hands of a master, truth or pretend.
Happiness, respectful sadness, all manner of emotions to life it lends.
Inspiration is now what you read, thank you my poet friend!
Let not your quill run dry, your well, your heart, may it's beating never end!
...... Mick
Whenever I go to post a reply
To the comments by my souper friends
Error 400 turns up and stands by
Refusing to send my reply to the other end
Naturally I have to redo the whole process
In almost every reply window
Consuming additional time resulting in stress
Making a normally fast job a thing very slow
I don't know if others are experiencing this too
A peculiar issue found in no other site
And which I am almost forced to do
Telling upon thereby my only pure delight
Hence my decision that henceforth no reply
I will write to appreciate the kind comments of my friends
Instead I will comment on what they write
Where I am yet to go through repeated attempts
Hope my dear fellow poets will kindly bear with this
So that I may keep enjoying poetry soup’s pink bliss
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July 23, 2017
In peach colored sky I watch seagulls fly
As sun bids bye to echoes of their cry
Silhouettes on high of these birds I spy
As glimmering waves sigh, night will draw nigh
The sun, soon to die, will never ask why
As wings of night ply for Luna's reply
4/26/17
come find me please
i need to be heard
i need to be loved for who i am
take care of me - i need nurturing
look after me as i spread my wings
i’m sorry i’m here i hear you
be yourself and never change
never lose track of your dreams
your zest for life is your edge
explore and enjoy
it’s what life is all about
don’t give up on me
i can be better
i love you just the way you are
always and forever
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 19, 2020
I was recently invited to a party
and their were quite a lot of people there.
Then it was discovered, I was the only one without a cell phone,
but I didn't really seem to care.
They all enjoyed a good laugh at that simple fact,
me being the only one without one there.
Though when I came with a sly, yet subtle reply
all everyone could do was stare.
I asked, "Why does everyone need one?"
and a woman replied "Well, just in case!"
I said "What, in case you may need to use one?"
"Because one is owned by everyone in the place!"
Then came, "They make your life easier!"
"Not having to remember all the numbers you have amassed."
So I said, "Can you remember your mothers number?"
with a squeamish reply of "No?" We all just laughed.
Sure they may be great for pictures of special times,
like cameras at one time were.
But when it comes to remembering those special needs
that dumbing down can leave you in a blur.
So really we don't all need them
and you can learn to live without them in your life just fine.
I've lived my whole life fine without one,
and you can reach me on my home phone, if you ever find the time.
Danny Boy: 11-27-13
A Sudden Reply to Love - Call and Response
SUDDENLY...
by: Germaine Pasley
Just a kiss just a touch
Just a little too much
Keep my love keep my heart
Keep my mind for a start
Hold me close hold me tight
Hold me through the night
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
There's a place there's a time
There's a beauty in our rhyme
When I'm low when I'm sad
When I'm lost or feeling mad
You give me hope give me bliss
Give me one tender kiss
And I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm claimed all around
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
Take a chance and be
Suddenly...
REPLY TO LOVE...
by: Dan Kearley
I'll take your kiss
With your sweet touch
I could never get enough
With all your love in your sweet heart
Has filled my mind right from the start
I'll hold you close, and tender tight
With flaming passion all thru the night
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be...
With me
Any place or anytime
Our rhymes beauty will intertwine
When your sad or feeling low
Or just lost with no where to go
I'll give you hope with a tender kiss
Filled with passion, and with bliss
If your ever lost you will be found
For my love for you knows no bounds
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be
With me...
A call and response poem collaboration :))
Love Has No Reply
Love has no reply it just waits-
love has no reply - it just prays-
Love understands- as it hopes
that rage will be quelled-
That the core of your heart will
be overwhelmed-
and overruled-Disenchantments
of the venial mind-are allowable
If you never intend to exhale-
then inhalation is inevitable.
Demons seek company -
Presenting illusions to keep misery
side tracked' in sorrowful elegies
The cardinal mentation-
will automatically
tick, when your tocking and;
Tock when you are ticking.
You came here with no instructions--
Love requires no action
Does not have to reply
No matter the jargon
the meaning of "no “is the same.
Whether you wax or wane,
with wagers parlayed
invest in the" WAIT" like the yellow light
"Spread your bet-green light- keep moving
Not always smart- to bet on a sure thing.
Red light stop wait -think about
what you're thinking of doing-
win, win situation.
Prior truth is not necessary for
what is "yet to be believed"
Permanent solutions
should never be applied to a
temporary condition.
The efficaciousness of the syringe as a method in seeking answers to concepts is horribly ineffective.
Love has no reply--- No outside stimuli -
No do's or don'ts ... from the I ...
Strictly and inside Job.