Best Unexpected Poems
At Christmas he’s a busy chap -
and rarely has time for a nap
But to his surprise
He got a huge rise
When Mrs Claus sat on his lap!
Holiday Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
checked with how many syllables
8,8,5,5,8
(Mrs classed as 1 syllable on soup counter, 2 syllables on how many syllables)
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
11/17/19
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lines are lengthy
inside this liquid language.
- somewhat unique -
( our unknown )
a mysterious masterpiece
eager to be,
unveiled and understood.
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falling in love :
so unexpected
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~ ~ floating like a feather
in a soft scribble ~ ~
My fellow patient scribbled a note on a piece of paper
and passed it slowly across the table to me
“Unexpected Happiness”, it read.
This remains one of the handful of memories I have
from spending some time in a mental asylum
And to this date, the phrase remains my charter
as it is how I decide to live my life
No matter what the circumstance or challenges
that confront me… I shall always remain happy
I believe this vision has gained me friends
and good rapport with family members
and has kept me relatively healthy
So I preach to you too, dear reader
try to maintain unexpected happiness
as one day you’ll thank me for the advice
My life was droning along, quite monotonously
like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly
Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected
a simple letter was penned, something unexpected
The letter said “How 'bout it? Can we write a poem together?”
I wanted to say “I doubt it” and avoid it altogether
But the letter said it's “more fun” to write in collaboration
so I said “Okay, let's do this” despite my reservations
We picked a topic at random, I didn't know where to start
but as soul-fated chums, we wrote complementary parts
I started in the middle, while she penned beginning and end
when put together, it made us smile- and we were instant friends!
That's how I came to know her- yes, this wise and clever faerie
a friend I love the very best, a creative visionary
Poems only our tribe would “get”... our silliness in synchrony
I am so glad that we have met, I'm sure she would agree
Like loving mothers, we watch enthralled as our muses frolic and play
such wild creations- we love them all, surprised by what they say!
This describes how I became friends with my dear soul-sister, Caren Krutsinger... the first of many awesome people I would meet on the 'Soup!
last night i had the strangest dream
i dreamt i was all manky
i had greasy hair and smelly feet
and bogies in my hanky
my ass was brown and pooey
my ears full of yellow stuff
my belly button stank cus
of all the fuzzy fluff
my eyes were black like pandas
my pants were brown and fishy
my armpits smelled like rotten eggs
and my farts were wet and squishy
i dreamed you called unexpectedly
you surprised me at the door
you looked aghast and took one whiff
and fainted on the floor
~The Unexpected Gift~
There is no wrapping to tear away
No expectations of a gift
No birthday or anniversary today
Nothing expected to give a lift
No favours given and none asked
No unpleasant or overly tiring task
Nothing promised no debt to pay
There seems to be nothing to gainsay
No wrapping paper could bring such delight
Of a gift unexpected such as last night
To find someone has gifted to me
A membership for all to see
What a surprise - nay shock say I
When on PD’s blog my name I did spy
Something about me makes her speak she does say
Lifts my heart and spirits today
So thank you Pd for your unexpected gift
You obviously seem to get my drift
A membership from you to me
The only thing I can say is a big THANK YOU PD
© 20/06/2012 ~GG~
Silence shutters in through the fresh air
streaked windows painted in despair
star struck visions seek the light
hidden inside the distant night
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Smoke-filled eyes blink
gasps trying to think
a whisper heard
no just a bird
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so missed
a twist
sighs
why
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Many tears have been shed for what no longer is.
The heart that lost all hope was left for the scavengers…
Scavengers that would physically take advantage of him,
But with his verbal consent.
His heart was dying… with nobody to heal it.
Many women had the chance to have him,
But something would keep him away from the true threats.
Some may say fate, while others would say God… But I say thank you.
Thank you for saving me from countless destructive paths.
Thank you for keeping me slightly sane.
Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed.
Thank you for showing her to me.
Her name eluded me for a time period,
But now rings out like that of an angel’s.
She came and put her arm around me…
Wiped my face clean of tears.
She gives me love like no other,
Even though I don’t see why.
She makes me believe her heart is mine,
While in reality, my heart is hers.
She will never admit what she truly deserves,
Only desire the happiness for whom she loves.
Always ready to sacrifice her heart for his…
While all he wants is her heart.
The passage of time makes their future uncertain.
Will they be walking down an isle together
Or just in a park as friends?
Will they share a bed in love or in playful fun?
None of this is yet known…
Both have their desires, hopes and dreams
But with all of this, one thing is certain.
Teddie, I love you always and forever you will be with me.
same as it was
things arent above
There's a tiny monster gliding in the air
Whoever you are, it shows no spare
Swiftly quaffing the earth's unstained blood,
it resolved to bury a raft of bodies under the pleading mud.
Missiles are aimed at an eclipsed enemy
Trying to discover home in this endless journey
Warriors are rifled with
rigour
Not caring for a cut or a blister.
School drums went dumb
Town fairs said no welcome
Smiles and lives are masked
Tears and fears are hiked.
A son was buried while his mother quarantined
A husband died miles away leaving his wife estranged
The empty stadiums engulfed the players' sky-high spirits
Innocent lives are turning to dust every few minutes.
It's transient my child! It's all transient.
Short-lived are these strong winds
Ephemeral are these hot waves
Cry not in the dark night
Smiles re-bloom upon winning this fight.
Every bud blooms after the rain as a norm
It's time to be an eagle and rise above the storm
I cannot tell you I am not hurt
Because I am crucified.
Did you ever love me or was it all a lie?
I need a few seconds to get some control.
Was it the red-headed woman?
Or the blonde little troll?
Do not tell me you have moved on without anyone else
I am naïve, not crazy, not stupid.
Although now I feel a little of both.
You have completely devastated me.
I feel skinned alive, my eyes hurt from crying.
If I said I was okay I would certainly be lying.
Some day when you have a little girl of your own
I hope you remember this day and how much you hurt me
You had nurtured the little girl inside me
But she died a few minutes ago
When you told me that you never loved me
When you look at your baby, you will remember this moment
And you will feel remorse
Knowing you killed another little girl
Now go because I do not want to hug you good-bye.
I sat quietly weeping
My womb forever sleeping
No baby ever to grow there in.
Doctor says that I am barren.
Years go by I try to cope.
Lovers leave there is no hope.
Strange these flutters in my belly.
Sick so sick, everything is so smelly.
Flutters turn to kicks and wiggles.
Labor pains, and I have the giggles.
Husband standing by my side.
Now four children are my pride.
i never thought this could be.
wanting someone i thought wasn't meant for me.
hmmm... beautiful as can be.
never to kow that they were my fantasy.
i'd voice my feelings but dare not to.
for fear of what may be my outcome due.
nope. . . i'll just keep it to myself
in hiding hope that it'll go away or i'll need help.
why would something like this have to happen to me?
why couldn't this just be a story told to me?
i'd rather it be so, cause my heart hurts.
i see him day to day acknowledged by the term "grandmother".
when all the while i really wish he were my lover.
but i guess this is how it has to be...
cause unexpected love has fallen on me.
Glancing outside one morning, I finally see.
The first snowfall of the season, in front of me.
It is a beautiful but unusual sight to behold.
The snow covering the dunes, shaping them as if a mold.
The waves continue to flow, but over the sand now white.
The first time it happened, it was quite an unexpected delight!
Beach brown color the usual scene everywhere,
was covered by snow, a bright white now was there.
The sun made an appearance later that day.
It made beautiful, glittering sparkles, with it's ray.
The railing on my deck was covered with snow too,
giving a frame like appearance to my picturesque view.
I looked at this sight through my glass sliding door.
Warm inside, I was fortunate to see snow at the shore.
In snow and mud stuck off the road
On hill—we killed anti-skid mode
Then cleaned your tire tread
And rocked straight ahead
So now you've no need to be towed!