Best Souped Poems
The other day, I was visiting the home page at Poetry Soup
and noticed a picture of a guy named Willie Shakespeare
His poems are okay but I found his plays a bit hard to follow
For example: “To be or not to not to be: That is the question”
Really Billy? I mean you either IS or you AIN’T right?
SO, I commented on some of his poems just to encourage him
and guess what? Not ONE-SINGLE-COMMENT in return!
I even tried Soup Mail offering kind, polite advice and critique
No dice! Zilch! Zero! Perhaps it was the style tips I suggested?
That collar's gotta go...Can you IMAGINE in the midst of summer?
I am now convinced that ego and resentment were involved
So I decided to try Eddie Poe and honestly? His stuff is WEIRD
and Ed, I hate to break this to you but: Ravens don't talk
Did the same with Bobby Frost, Benny Johnson and some others
Same old song and waltz, not a peep out of a single ONE of them
To top it off, I Souped Emmy Dickinson (I wanted to ask her out)
I suggested that she might want to edit the first line of her poem from:
“I dreaded that first robin so" to:
“I dreaded that first robin like you wouldn’t BELIEVE”
Her silence was deafening.
Just who do these people think the ARE?
Light bulb! Now I know why PS crams them all together on the right hand end.
They feel sorry for these poet wanna-be’s, but not ME. I will continue to mentor
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Images grace the page like velvet over skin,
caressing the senses fine as red wine…
And we all take a sip of poetic lines,
connecting people from varied time frames,
while through heartfelt exchanges, the site
becomes a family that bridges rails of pain,
love, or anger . Oh how messages
fill our souped-up boxes with personal notes,
to express simple or complex views on a
glassy leaf of a screen.
Our need to relate deeply among so many
whose voices and faces are neither heard
nor seen , marks the thumbprint of friendship :
reaching out daily to light up
each others' moment, enduring someone’s brief
absence while affection blooms through a
warm nourishment of the soul, drinking
in the flavor brewed by the fusion of affinity
as soup-minstrels gather around
the circle’s bonfire… refreshed, enriched, re-affirmed.
Palindromes
One of our wildest, most memorable family sagas
involved my reckless brother, a racecar, a warm
spring day, and a non-adventurer, me. I warned, “Pop
said stay home today and mow.” “Sometimes Pa’s a sap”!
he scoffed. “When I race, I always win top spot—safely,”
he boasted. I wondered about the stats on car racing
and wrecks? I strongly suspected kayak racing was safer,
but I got in! He practically deified his souped-up coup
with a near-prayer: "Race fast, safe car!" When we raced his
rivals, my terror level was 12--on a scale of 10.
Was it a cat I saw almost lose one of its nine lives
as every tenet of sanity was abandoned?
Later, he bragged, “Now I won fair and square, Brother.
Name now one man who’s better. Stop shaking! You’re fine!”
I said, “Oh, I am? Refer to the huge wet spot on my seat!”
Date: September 21, 2018
Contest Title: Playing with Words under Fire
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Date: April 23, 2020
entered in Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
These three things I have learned today,
no, not just one or two;
The lessons here I have to say
came while I Souped with you.
Real friendship gained has great value
there’s pleasure in it too;
though I expect not all of you
would want my friendship, true?
Another thing I’ve learned is that
when in doubt learn to ask -
‘Tis better to have known the fact
than make a big faux pas.
And still there’s that third lesson here:
Though one thinks he has class,
Soupers will know if not sincere
and be after his a$$.
*To all Soupers, this is not a slam, just having a blast with the gang!
21 February 2015
Written to the tune of "Jingle Bells"
Here in Florida,
We don't get any snow,
We don't have sleighs to ride,
But we do have mistletoe!
For a little Christmas jaunt,
We'll drive 'round after dark,
To view the Christmas-lighted homes,
And displays at the park.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
He! He! He!
Christmas time is here.
Let's deck the halls and shop the malls,
To spread some Christmas cheer!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
He! He! He!
Christmas time is here.
Let's deck the halls and shop the malls,
To spread some Christmas cheer!
Driving through the rain,
In a souped up Cheverolet,
Traffic's moving slow,
But hey, that's A-okay.
Christmas carols blare,
From the Chevy's radio,
We're having fun singing along,
Making words up as we go!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
He! He! He!
Christmas time is here.
Let's deck the halls and shop the malls,
To spread some Christmas cheer!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
He! He! He!
Christmas time is here.
Let's deck the halls and shop the malls,
To spread some Christmas cheer!
12/4/2011
I'm Boss Hogg and Rosco keeps trying to eat my food.
It's been my dream to see Daisy Duke in the nude.
The Duke boys keep fighting me because I'm a crook.
If you do business with me, you're going to get took.
Lulu is my wife and she's even fatter than me.
I'm going to hire a hitman so that I can be free.
It really bothers me because Rosco is my brother-in-law.
I puked all over the floor because Lulu just took off her bra.
Rosco can't catch the Duke boys, the souped up General Lee causes him to fail.
I will see Daisy naked and I won't rest until those Duke boys are in jail!
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show which is my 2nd favorite TV show.)
Times have changed but kids have not, always pushing against the rule.
Always trying to step over the line, every single day at the school.
It was once “Get to the office. Line up, then put your hands out in the air”.
Or, “You’re getting the paddle kid, now bend over the table or chair.”
And kids calmed down, pulled their socks up, and dared not complain.
Never let the folks know, no tears or sobs, no sign of physical pain.
But then we removed the capital, withdrew the leash, the leash to deter and curb.
Replaced it with Ritalin, medicated Meth, Adderall, and a souped up little herb.
So now the consequence is not a paddle, a belt, or six of the best.
It’s a medicated lobotomy like in “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest”.
Kids didn’t change their inquisitive nature, their desire to question and probe.
Society did, choosing instead, to just drug these young kids’ frontal lobe.
We all hear the internal clock ticking,
A self-contained Doomsday device,
Melting like a candle in the desert heat
Shaded by our consciousness,
We try to ignore the Fun House mirrors
That manipulate our memory.
Our minds as flat as pancakes
Are screaming for persistence
And there's something that looks slightly like a deflated goose on the sand.
Our memories are not real
They happen to be past-tense fantasies
Reality souped-up on steroids
Hounding us like a dog
we bargain with memory
and give in to its demands
By: Joseph DeMarco
~The Rhinoceros That Roared~
The Wrinkled skin of the Rhinoceros
Steel hard, no man can penetrate
The young buck on the tourist bus
Thought if he killed one, his lovers heart he could take.
He wanted to be a macho man...
But he was just a spoilt rich boy
He took his souped up jeep out there
He roared the engine of his favorite toy.
The horn of the Rhino he wanted to win
To give to the girl he loved, as a prize
It is supposed to be an aphrodisiac
But he was in for a great big surprise.
He faced the Rhino in his souped up jeep
The Rhino looked bored, if one can, so to speak…
Pedal to the metal, head on towards the horn
The wheels spun, the earth showered, the Rhino looked forlorn.
The jeep roared at the Rhino, who opened his mouth up wide
Just as the souped up idiot hit-and he drove on right inside
The Rhino swallowed and walked away with a jaunty gate
The girl he lost, he disappeared, for them it was to late…
Tales are told in whispered voice still through out the land
They tell of a Rhino who does strange things when his temper is fanned
His eyes flash, his feet spin, a horn beeps, and more
Just don’t get in front of him, because you can hear an engine roar…
©~GG~ 19/08/2012
Janky Wretch
At the nearest traffic light
stood a car with all its might
Porsche or some other tool
souped up initially a pretty sight
Than I thought ‘no what a fool’
such a posh car is never cool
driven near a township shack
where ragged beggars work for gruel
Of course the vagrant is on crack
or petrol fumes to get a whack
against the odds of hunger pain
and all he has for clothes is sack
The janky business left some stain
waiting for pennies stood in vain
the needy soul ashamed and poor
and soon the driver drinks champagne
29th August 2016
Encouraging my gifts, writing and art,
a grandpa who loves with all his big heart.
We met by chance and great friends we became.
He souped me and I recognized his name,
wanted a gift made by me, “right now I’ll start!”
The kindness from him crossed the finish line,
appreciation for my hand made sign.
Emails back and forth of true faith and hope,
teaching me the Word is the way to cope.
His benevolence is fine and divine.
Just like myself he believes in the Lord,
brings hope to me when offering accord.
Makes me feel so special here on the soup,
never would have met him without this group.
For meeting him was my greatest reward.
Curtis Moorman, it’s you that I speak of…
full of impressing compassion and love.
September 22, 2019
Pick a Friend on Soup Poetry Contest
Bobby May
This is a thought or an epiphany / but from how I see : confidence is lacking in thee / so I'll shift into gear /
she put the bug in my ear : denounce fear / pronounce a new style to pounce : opened mouthed claws out :
middle finger raised screaming hell yeah : here / eat this plate / when finished : wipe shame from face / walk
with swagga speed up pace / moving to quick to leave a trace / of anything haunting , n starting , or sparking
of the old tablet : to be erased / point in case / chess not checkers : fix my face / n change habits / kill
babbage : with flame-lit carriages filled with kerosene soaked mattresses / n stomach filled with c4 crack
addicts / with the driver chained downed named past tense / hold close the new reference / a decorative
veteran whose suplexing / souped up on goals and aggression : only stressing where the next victim to mess
with / never relaps on past acts just future facts / pemped up ready to attack any acrobat that'll get trapped ,
get slapped , get jacked 4 every piece of their scratch / every piece of dignity , humanity , organs , flesh nose
bones n back / so scratch that
Peace
I'm Boss Hogg and Rosco keeps trying to eat my food.
It's been my dream to see Daisy Duke in the nude.
The Duke boys keep fighting me because I'm a crook.
If you do business with me, you're going to get took.
Lulu is my wife and she's even fatter than me.
I'm going to hire a hitman so that I can be free.
It really bothers me because Rosco is my brother-in-law.
I puked all over the floor because Lulu just took off her bra.
Rosco can't catch the Duke boys, the souped up General Lee causes him to fail.
I will see Daisy naked and I won't rest until those Duke boys are in jail!
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show which is my 2nd favorite TV show.)
Remember...
Parties in vast, secluded fields,
Bonfires,
Kegs of beer...
Unwitting parents believing we were
God knows where...
Remember...
Your touch so gentle, stroking
My golden brown hair,
Driving me home ~ majorette practice...
The intellectual jock in the souped-up
Dark green Chevy Impala ~ so splendid...
Remember...
Listening to "Sister Golden Hair"..."Daisy Jane"...
Funny how the Night Moves in woods...
With pounding rain...our omen
To hasten home,
My dad waiting...door opened...
Remember...
You walked miles to see me
By my pool wearing but a tiny white
"Do Not Tailgate" string bikini...
Our initial gateway to passion...
I wonder...
Was it love, or simply raging pheromones..........................
Written for Timmy...................
McCarthy got guffaws each week
on SNL dressed like a geek.
While mimicking Spicer,
she could’ve been nicer
on her souped-up platform so sleek!
Comic actress Melissa McCarthy, on a motorized
platform that moved FAST, impersonated now-
former White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer
on SNL, Saturday Night Live.
entered in Kevin Shaw's Name Dropper Limerick Contest on September 18, 2017