Best Response Poems

Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....

We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight...

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“The
children
are always
interrupting.
You never have time
for me,” her husband whined
as he dropped his dirty clothes
right there on the floor by the bed.
Trying not to roll her eyes, she gave
this quick response to her disgruntled spouse:
“The kids, chores and mishaps have me spinning,
and you tell me you...

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Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love...

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Tentative Dancer

Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair

I release my emotions, to the page
The good the sad, the parts with rage
The pen...

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Response to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43,
 Let Me Count The Ways

A hundred years beneath the earth my love,
And still, I love thee with my cold dead soul;
You see, my love the soul is still quite whole,
I love thee, yet you are an angel...

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Original Poem Just Desserts

I was at my favourite restaurant and had a lovely meal
If I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat
The dessert menu was on its way, Oh I couldn’t wait...

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Bugger 
17th July 2015

Last night my missus gave me some oysters for tea
Was I in for a night of rip snorting whoopee?
I showered and shaved trying to smell like a stud
Her half dozen oysters must have all of been duds.
Things were desperate so I engaged...

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Death brings relief in the belief
that afterlife is awaiting.
So shed no tears, harbor no fears
as you cross the river of light.

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19th January, 2016 ~ Quote 4 
“Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out 
the lamp because the dawn has come.” Rabindranath...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 - To Her Lover
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of...

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New Year, Past Years

Dawn, looking as blush as twilight,
Where the silhouette of trees still lingers 
And envelopes me— 
Transporting me to my world of yesterday.
I can still hear my children’s laughter; 
Watch them play and dance 
To their sweet singing tunes. 
How quiet the morning...

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Do not lose hope;  I’m coming home to you.
although you’re far away, I swear I hear
the desperation in your song so blue.
And in the dark, I see your face appear.

It’s just as if I’d never left your side.
Do not lose hope; I’m coming home...

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See-Saws  -   (First Poem posted on PoetrySoup, 08/04/2014)

What playground does not hold the magic lure
of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
in ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
and surging thrill of bouncing up again?
To...

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Please read Eileen's poem "To the Lifegiver" first.

Yes I have given you 365 days
Yet the pages are not blank
I have choreographed an amazing dance
I ask you to take my hand
Your life is to important to leave to chance

You being you is what makes me smile
I...

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Do not go gentle into morning light
Young souls should burn and rave at start of day
Rage, rage against the coming of the night

Though wise men at their dawn know toil is right,
Because their deeds must fork some lightening they
Do not go gentle into morning light

Good...

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AT THE FINAL GOODBYE

The congregation
mingled within the silent
stone slabs of their
ancestors, a final goodbye
to yet another
destined to leave this place.
Yet to one, in this his
profound sorrow an
enchanting moment.
He craved!  With a soul
sensitive and true to
touch a living memory,
his lips again to caress
her symbolic smile.
His...

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