Best Revelled Poems

This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest named "Title Wave", that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year, in which I did not enter,...

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An English Life

It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station
No ordinary passengers here
Steelworkers with their families
Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots
The Fossdyke in Lincolnshire, their destination
The fare Half a crown for happiness

The long walk in the dark,
A stairway to heaven in my...

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The Mexican midsummer sun
beamed down mercilessly, vertically,
so that men's heads and shoulders glowed
but their faces, and every human expression,
disappeared, dark and intense in the radiant noon,
and their bodies were illuminated 
only for a moment at a time
with the pounding of arms and legs.
From almost as...

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The high hills hummed in praise of their Creator,
As we recklessly rushed down all the rough rocks,
Careful not to tumble down the treacherous
Uneven paths that led to the vast valley.

Here and there were fruitful farms, corn growing tall.
Whilst a cacophony of crows, hens and geese
Filled...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The trees surrounding this house creak ominously overhead as tangled electric...

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The last train to my destination
Sparsely crowded, seats unoccupied here and there
Its weariness is palpable, even the lights are blinking
A group of commuters remain huddled together
After the day’s hard work they prefer nodding upon each others’ shoulder
The train runs sleepily, now and again lights from...

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As a boy I walked the town, near knowing everyone
The Sun it shone all Summer long I revelled in the fun
With relatives and friends we'd play, 'til darkness sought us out
Then caring aunts would hunt us home as cousins turn and pout
 
Up again at...

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will; 
that these perplexities
and complexities, were not
birthed by a mere slip...

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As children we revelled in nature’s playground
Lying in cool grass watching clouds sail by
Sharing with playmates ‘treasures’ we’d found
Caterpillars, beetles - a dead dragonfly
Jars of black tadpoles sprouting from frogs’ eggs
Gathered near cattails - a muddy pond’s edge
Safe in a matchbox - a daddy longlegs
We...

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Things are all slow motion like I'm Neo in the grid, 
just layin here and thinkin back to when I was a kid,

with plasma gushin out my lid, my lashes flutter 
tight, my 16th birthday 2K1 seems like the other 
night.

My Uncle Sal, a won'drous...

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Far off the beaten track and trail
        on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale 
         more than can be counted.
With midsummer sun on our cheek
in tents to...

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“Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst
 the Scot”,
Sir Walter Scott enthused when from this bridge
he wondered at the majesty of Durham,
as so did I, and countless youthful eyes
before and since, bright futures beckoning.
She must have revelled in this lovely place,
her footsteps would no doubt...

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The call
 
Though you may be with sins so extreme
You’ve revelled till you’re out of steam
So indulgent, your inner voice lost its scream
Beyond redemption, you now would seem
Call on Him, your soul to redeem
And He’ll come to you, maybe in your dream
He is the light...

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An alien came to earth called James
Looking for a New Jersey dame
    He found one on the soup
    Amidst this amazing troop
And revelled at her writing fame...

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My old life seems monotonous to me now, but I allow it was fine then,
As cobalt skies allow warm butterscotch rays, to linger in the glen.

I worked through those golden days, but most evenings stayed at home;
While life had too little variance, with pizzazz and...

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