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Fake News
As I was reading on the Soup with my morning cup-o-joe.
I saw a disturbing statement and it worried me so.
It was about our Poetry Soup, its decline and fall.
I tried to comment and ask why? But I was blocked after all.
How could our beloved website, with poets worldwide?
Shut down their operations with so many trapped inside.
Stricken with anxiety, I sent a screenshot to admin.
How could our team of leaders, leave us hanging in the wind?
I received a quick response, they assured me right away.
There was no decline and fall, the Soup was here to stay.
I was happy to hear this news I wanted to tell you all.
This was not a factual statement, just a bully booty call.
It’s never fun and games when you cause another’s fright.
Fake news is not a joke be careful what you write.
The Soup has become a respite, for many poets including me.
It’s time to show respect, please grow up and let it be.
Twas the site before Christmas
and all through the place
All the poets were writing
happy thoughts to embrace
They sprinkled each stanza
with seasonal things
Like Santa Claus, candy canes,
five golden rings
All phrases were penned
with a holiday gleam
As sugarplums danced
in the midst of their dream
With Frosty the Snowman,
live wreaths on the door
Evergreens, Jingle bells,
presents galore
Tree trimming poems,
sleigh bells and joys
Fairly land winters
and elves making toys
A star in the sky
that three wise men did see
A babe in a manger,
the nativity
Hot cups of cocoa,
the garland is strung
Tinsel and ornaments,
stockings are hung
I read and I laughed
and I grinned ear to ear
Perusing their poems
of Christmastime cheer
When I thought of writing
out one of my own
Not a creature was stirring,
I sat all alone
I stared at the screen
wondering what I could say
To bring many smiles
on this wonderful day
But try as I might
my mind just couldn’t think
Of something for Christmas
to put down in ink
So I sprang from my chair
and I caused such a clatter
My neighbors called out
“Hey Chris, what’s the matter”
“It’s Christmas,” they shouted
as snow starts to fall
“A time to spread kindness
to one and to all”
When then, like a sled
moving quickly downhill
I got an idea
Of a way to fulfill
I ran to the keyboard
and started to tap
Before settling down
for a long winter’s nap
My fingers were nimble,
like reindeer they flew
To type out this message
so long overdue
For all of the poets
I’ve been lucky to meet
Who write so amazing,
leave comments so sweet
So here are the words
I decided to say
Merry Christmas dear Soupers
have a great holiday
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Soupers
I hope the holidays bring you much happiness and joy
and you are surrounded by love
I will be away for the holiday, so I will see you again next Monday
For the Ho, ho, ho, poetry contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
So I found my decipher placed
on a site on cyberspace
with my name replaced
by a fake disgrace
the rhyme I’d written
where I hadn’t been submitting
now get ready for teeth gritting
yours too has seen a submission
Listen Soupers were all in the loop
cus I found poems I read on Soup
duplicated by this douchey duke
you should see this looters puke
Plagiarist profiles are mine to devour
but this could be a website conflict
their site thinks it has poetry power
been contacted still my poem sits
Ettahoustine this fraudsters name
you’ll find your write just the same
A call for arms or should I say pens
link below have a look my friends
Without a doubt undoubtedly
your own rhyme you’re about to read
a theft and crime so sad to see
copy and paste link Powerpoetry
https://www.powerpoetry.org/poet/ettahaustine/poems
(all poems have now been removed)
ONE SMALL WRITE FOR SOUP
ONE GIANT PUT RIGHT FOR SOUPKIND
POTD 18/08/2019
Tell me more, I’m new to this town,
When is the next event on,
An event where I can join right on in,
And carnally do what I want?
What do you mean two people replied,
Oh, I didn’t expect that,
I didn’t expect a dancing duet,
I didn’t expect to be matched,
With a married couple both wanting the same,
Wanting to obey what I say,
Wanting and willing to be my enslaved,
While I am the one who will play,
I’m glad that we met, my internet finder,
Providing a secretive list,
A list of folks who like to meet up,
For a secretive bondage site tryst.
This site is looked after by the cops
poets are drunk dopers
losers and boozers that never win
the cops are coming after the poets
they are checking names and records
and entering accusing words
while sitting and eating doughnuts
the cops are locking up the poets
drunkards druggies get rid of the dirt
cops are reading your poetry
taking aim at you
and child support
run run run hahaha
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
crisp flowing water
lies amidst pylon temple….
a celestial site
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Power in Observation” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Aug. 17, 2011
Happy family on the billboard:
mother, father, darling child;
this prime apartment their reward
in modern geometric style.
Two bedrooms, one on mezzanine
with en-suite bathroom, air con cooled;
green river bank a space to dream,
for exercise a chlorine pool.
From high above the building site,
conductor of the symphony,
the guiding crane, positions right
each block, each beam in harmony.
Minions moving much like robots
lift and carry, lay brick on brick
in heat or rain that never stops.
End of shift they shower in public,
a ready smile though life seems tough;
steamed white rice all eat together,
in shelters made from scrap sleep rough.
Might they never dream of better?
The sticks on the hill
were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
creased a toe of the world.
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excell to a minimal maxitude of differentila indifferencode interossities.
Since i am not sosoup fast with my train of soupthought I guess i will never be Souplasttic.
I write, write and recounter in a past present future souppremise.
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confirm ever frontal feverent folotoid fragment factoid frililous fever of
stilted thinkthank terd thoughts on a for sale/site/sound garage site
basis of I hold enlightness. BTW WTF, is wrong with yr empty vocab
vclock villanous counmenance clear as I try and postrepost my brief belief brainules
on yr ever elusive everpresent invo invisible interprogrammishness invoiced?
Get it right on target, interiget. Damn this is yr forte reality reformation regress ritual???????????? I am a hack hazard human and I see u derelict dick people online.
Stupid is as stupid does dodo duck ***** damn dill deamnor donked drowned dead and
god gone grateful for the none guy, leave'em alone TV please!!
Star bright Star light, give me a star and I'll be alright uptight out of sight.
........... Realllllly equal WTF mindless minionTime is of the off/on utmost season,
given in pride to all thought and in emotional co countenance essence. Really, u must
be joking, Really???????????????????????????????????Unbelieveable.
I know, I know what yr thinking. Dah! Dah Dah Dah ty Da ta Da ti Da. WTF ever. Get a F--------------------------------ing poetic life JC.
I thought that this would be an interesting topic to write
As some thoughts about this year's awesome events came to light.
Recalling the year's events made me pause
Yet several "awesome" events gave me cause.
In thinking about one particular thing I would say
That finding Poetry Soup has made my day.
Not ever knowing how addictive it can be
To write my thoughts in words for others to see.
And then there are the friends I have found here
Who's poetry sometime will bring me a tear.
Oh, I laugh at some, cry with some, even get quizzical
But it only makes my fingers want to get physical.
My brain starts to ache as I work up a lather
Typing words into rhyme as fast as I can gather.
Yes, it is a gem of a site that I see
But the real gems are the others who write poetry.
Their words are more elegant than mine
And I often wonder how they come to them sometime.
When I read their work it is more than a cure
They express the thoughts which are ever so pure.
Like distilling fine cognac from its brandy base
The words that I read all fall into place.
So it makes me want to make my own work better
And to them I have become a debtor.
For the words I write come from inspiration
And some of the contests exact great consternation.
You see, I don't know an Iambic from a Pentameter
But, that's what makes me want to try harder.
So I write words in ways that I think are good
Hoping that my thoughts can be understood.
Many a comment passes the site each day
All, to me, are special when sent my way.
I appreciate the thoughts of others who will take the time
To read the words I have tried to rhyme.
So in looking for something happy that happened this year
This "Awesome" site makes me want to cheer.
Poetry Soup may not give you the zing,
But then, next to sex...it's the next best thing!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL !!
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The Perfect Site
Emplaced in the shade of giant fruit trees:
Avocado, guava, orange and mango
Nature, harnessed for fresh cool breeze
From leaves and the wind in an endless tango
The canopy of leaves, thus formed above
By tree-to-tree branch intertwine;
A haven, e'en for the heart broken dove-
Clock-round shade, e'en in noon sunshine
Donning a rusty corrugated zinc hat
To the earth, inclined at forty five degrees
Our childhood holiday habitat
Her eaves, now hives for honey bees
Cloaked in red, sun-dried mud
Now beaten blue-black by the sun and rain
The heavily creviced walls, housing many a bud
This shadow of her former glory - my pain
The courtyard where to our greatest delight
Grandma told morally instructing moonlight tales
Barring the rotten chairs in direct sunlight
Had lost not much in other details
Twenty six years after her peaceful passing
Seeking seasonal escape to the country side
Grandma's house is once more a blessing
'Twill site the country home of my pride
PoetrySoup,about it what I love most
is that,here every thing is free of cost.
Post a poem,then and there you get comments free,
you don't have to pay for any contest entry.
And if you are at your best with some good luck,
you can even win and earn some quick bucks:)
Make friends,chat with them and learn about poetry
all these things,you can do absolutely free.
And those, who are young keep always in touch,
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© kashinath karmakar 2012
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Placement:3rd;(Jan 2012)
Name:kash poet
Date:22nd January, 2012.
Contest:What I love most about PoetrySoup
Sponsor:Carol Brown
The NYC. Detective strolled into his little office that once had been a janitors supply
closet in an elementary school . It was converted into a police station after the school had
found a more suitable spot to try and teach those unteachable little darlings from this
neighborhood. The cops were cruising around here most of the time anyway. It just made
sense to the higher ups to operate from here, and besides, it fit into the limited budget. There was talk that next year we might even get a janitor. Till then we would hoe out our
own cubicles. The name plate on the painted peeling door read Detective Sgt. Bill Lipton.
NYCPD.
Looking around he could see it was much the way he left it before heading out for a
much needed two week vacation. The tarnished coffee perculator was against the back
white washed wall on a bench where he dreamed there’d be a window some day. Ahh.. It
didn’t matter, he didn’t spend much time in here anyway. All… or at least most of the crimes
were happening outside these walls and he spent most of his time in the middle of that.
One picture of his partner decorated the wall; a police Warm Blood horse he named “Red Neck”. Bill toured a Central Park beat on Red Neck . Actually it was relaxing to work the beat on his trained horse as a mounted police officer...most of the time.
Continued as a part in unison with Richard Picketts Shogun/Samauri Stories on his site by his
permission. -to be continued-