Best Web Site Poems
One day I found this really cool web site!
Of all names it is called
"Poetry Soup!"
It's a place to write
and post all of your poems-
WOW!....
Man, was I thrown for a loop!!!
There are so many poems
to write and to read-
"Will I EVER have enough time???"
I mean....
there's sonnets and prose,
"what's a kyrielle???"....
a quatrain???....
and there's so, so many rhymes!!!
Each and every poem
is artistically done
and everyone has so much to say!
They even have a place
where you can turn poems
INTO ART!!!....
and you can post at least
"10" per day!!!
A whole new appreciation
for the written word
has developed
and has it's moments!
The support
that's given and received
on this site
is reflected
in a place called
"comments!"
So in being around
such great talent
as this,
where inspiration
can truly be drawn,
PLEASE....if I may,
I've just one thing to say....
"Write On To You Poets--
Write On!!!
(WTA-IV)
Freddy the Fly
Meandering on
the ceiling one day,
Suddenly got a "heads up!"
He glimpsed from
three hundred or so,
Of his left side eyes,
A sight guaranteed
To make a fly's fear
rise.
For there was Sidney
The Spider...
Just "Hanging Around"
On his "Web Site"
Couple of sets of
Spider eyes,
Watching a Spider delight...
A potential self delivered meal
What a Spider deal!!!
He waved to Freddy
In a "Come Hither" way,
With as close to
a smile, a spider
is able to make...
But Freedy was
a "Fly Of The World"
And knew an invitation
He should not take...
So Freddy buzzed around
In teasing Sid,
Turns out,
A dumb thing he did...
Suddenly a psssstt...
A mist,
By Black Flag spray,
This fly was kissed.
He spiralled down
In a fly crash landing
Found himself...
Barely standing...
He survived, but now had
Em-fly-sema
His wings would never again
Flap as fast...
He resolved venvenge
On evil Sidney...
For distracting him so much...
He'd find a way to take
The day...
There would be revenge's
touch.
(To be continued....in......
"The Amazing Adventures Of Freddy the Fly"!!!)
* This is a CCM (Christian) song that I wrote for Lifeblood Ministries about 20 years ago, and it WILL be on my upcoming album under my music moniker "Bahku". Please visit my web site for updates @ bahku.com. Thanks! *
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Isaiah 64:8 "Yet, oh Lord, You are our Father. We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
Intro -
(Verse 1)
I've lost touch with all the things that make You real
Could be the reason why I'm just not sure
Of how I feel inside without You
All the stirrings and the hunger in my soul
Is only now replaced by carelessness
And guilt of who I am and used to be
And becoming the reflection that I see
I am.
(Verse 2)
It's taken all my life to insulate my heart
I've surrounded it with walls of words
And fortresses of self-deception
All the battles that I waged within my world
Were only vain attempts to help myself
Believe that I was changing deep inside
But all I did was find new ways to hide
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
(Verse 3)
Is there method to the madness in my life?
All the mortar that I've built upon
Has crumbled to my feet before me
Knowing countless are the times I've turned away
Finding temporary refuge in
The things that I could spend my senses on
Hoping when I turned I'd find the one
I am.
(Verse 4)
I have loved and lost so much as someone new
Hoping others would be taken with
The person that they wanted me to be
Living for the things they couldn't see
And not the Truth my Lord had shown to me
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in Your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am.
Solo Break -
(Chorus)
I am this man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
I am ...
This man of clay
Lord I need you now to mold me
Please take me in your sculptor's hands
And re-create the one
Re-create the one
Re-create the one
I am.
Outro -
Copyright 2002 Tsahaylu Music - ASCAP
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
Our Lovely Dog Snickers
I was directed today,
To a brand new web site.
It’s all about pets,
And some of their plights.
It got me to thinking,
Of a dog we once had.
She was part of the family;
I felt more like her dad.
When I was at work,
One thing I knew sure.
She was waiting for me,
Her heart was so pure.
When she knew it was time
For me to get home.
She’d wait by the door,
With a toy or a bone.
She’d have a smile on her face,
Her tail would be wagging.
Her affection for me
Never seemed lagging.
If I said, so she’d hear,
“I’m taken’ the truck.”
She always got excited;
She hoped she’s in luck.
If I went for a walk,
She was right by the door.
Looking at me,
With her leash on the floor.
Oh she was a shedder,
A hair-growing machine.
Our house always needed
A thorough vacuuming.
When it came time for bed,
She would stand at her cage.
She knew the routine,
was as smart as a sage.
Some time a while back,
I read of two men.
Who were speaking of Heaven,
But of course hadn’t been.
One fellow wondered,
Would they barbecue there?
Will they melt down smores?
Could the steaks be grilled rare?
Will they use charcoal briquettes?
Or does propane heat the air?
Would there be a choice of soft drinks
Or is it just water there?
Will the biscuits be golden?
Would they there use some leaven.
They were so filled with queries,
About life then in heaven.
Well one of the questions
I would ask of those two.
Will my Snickers be there?
On my slippers to chew?
Will Heaven be heaven?
If that really ain’t so.
Is it finally the place
Where I’ll want to go?
Is she still as anxious,
To run in the clouds?
Or are things there so different,
With men in white shrouds?
I’ll not forget how it ended.
Then came the conclusion.
Perfection in heaven
Is no foggy illusion.
For as my dog had her favorites,
Chew toys and a chair.
She’ll be as happy as ever
When her master gets there.
That seems now so clear,
That’s settled for me.
I have hope and joy,
As the end now will be.
If when at the gate,
I don’t my little dog see.
I’ll know I’m in heaven,
For my Master will be.
Written by oldbuck, after an afternoon of
Thinking about his little Snickers
And their possible “future” together.
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A Virtual Ritual
Reality at times may become virtual;
Can view on screen as a superstitial;
Successfully completing;
Then are repeating,
And have habits existing like a ritual.
James Horn
Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
do it."
The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step to wisdom.
Win or lose, play your best and treat your opponent with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate mystery?
The women cannot be this chaste! The men so committed to
non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?
They put much emotion and gratification aside to get things done. Done
for their sons and done for their daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked to lead or lift a
load.
Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a house near the end
of a street on the edge of a city at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a meteor bringing ore
and organisms, incinerating elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.
The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed "the mercy of eternity."
Typing a new poem, muse come cyber me,
searching for some keyboard poem mystery.
Text to my monitor, pixel the result,
if the rhyme is hard a web site I’ll consult.
Spell Check ever ready, I’ll dance 'round the lines,
verbiage will be strange, fonts in new designs.
Each lines meter flow will be of no despair,
my, Syllable Counter, always will be there.
If should error strike we’ll just delete the line,
diagnose the viral verse and redefine.
Alliteration always there to appease,
with words weight balanced wonderfully with ease.
My poem loads complete as some fine software,
like freeware beta, without a micro care.
If an errant form becomes a meg concern,
call it updated, old version we will spurn.
With need to please, each syllable I will tease,
any poet shortcut I will try to seize.
If my writers talent shows not up to code,
please do not be stressed, a fresh muse I'll reload.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/7/15
HOPALONG CASSIDY
AN AMERICAN LEGEND
Hopalong Cassidy, Was Mr. Good Guy!
Born in Hendrysburg, Ohio 1895.
William Boyd, his given name.
A friend to all when rose to fame.
Immortal hero of the silver screen.
With his horse "Topper"
Fighting evil schemes.
His starlet bride ,Grace Bradley,
Played the silent screen.
To be his wife was her secret dream.
Their is a lot more. So take a look.
Go to www.gemstonepub.com
And buy his new book.
Www.poetrypoem.com/maflongfellow1
OFFICIAL WEB SITE~www.hopalongcassidy.com
This poem will be delivered to Grace by my sisters sister-in-law who is friends with her and
owns the Hopalong museum in my area where he is from. She is 95 years old and lives in
Malibu ,Calif.
New Dating Site
Sign up today with grunt or groan or moans
Our specimens are dateable or so we say
Sign up to Date-It-Mate-It web-site right away
Without delay, today, or die
True love is hard to find so make it easy
Variety is the spice of life so try a different species
We do not discriminate. It’s party time
Animal, vegetable, minerals and clowns of every kind
We will set you up with anything that we can find
Don’t look under rocks to find a mate
We’ve taken the liberty for your convenience and your sake
To secure your bug like buddies and snakes for future dates
Kept In a jar, a box and under glass
We have men and women refrigerated
Some even come alive but only at a princely price
Frogs are perfect for one night
Marriages are performed at Date-It-Mate-It
With whips and chains, we have no shame
We'll hook you up with I-Pads with your name
Nothing is left to chance
Nothing goes to waste for your romance
Bricks and stones are half price at our site
Sex with them is fine and we sell blinders
Critters are for free and come with leashes
Date it-Mate it-web site does it right
We make all couples fit
By using crow bars and pliers
And if it doesn’t work
We will kill it, to eat it, or wear it home
Use credit cards for your convenience
But we don't take them all the time
Due to local ordinances and obvious crimes
Signing up is easy as can be
“X” marks the spot
Simply state your species
And preferences between the sheets
Date-it-Mate-It loves to please
Sign up today
You will never leave
My broker sent me a letter
Saying my insurance was over due
So I looked around on the internet
To see what I could do
I came across a web site
That really caught my eye
It’s called drive like a girl
Oh’ what a big surprise
I drive my little baby
And treat her with respect
I keep her clean and tidy
And her engines always kept
I love my little Betsey
And drive her like a girl
Burning rubber always
And revving hard as hell
Oh’ well, what the heck
Now, I’ve got a bleeper
Coz’ I went to drive like a girl
And got my insurance cheaper
So the next day I called them
On my mobile phone
I got a lovely girl
Chatting all alone
I said I'd like some insurance
For my latest star
She answered very calmly
Oh’ we can’t insure that car
Oh’ I said that’s funny
It does say drive like a girl.Com
Are you trying to tell me
That, I’ve got all quite wrong
She answered very sweetly
But oh’ you’re not a girl
I said I dig, I wear a wig
Now would you like a sale
I drive my little baby
And treat her with respect
I keep her clean and tidy
And her engines always kept
I love my little Betsey
And drive her like a girl
Burning rubber always
And revving hard as hell
Oh’ well, what the heck
Now, I’ve got a bleeper
Cause I went to Drive like a girl
And got my insurance cheaper
© Copyright 13th March 2014
K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
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"More to This Life"
© 2012 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
I want to help the those who are searching rise up and believe
That there's more to this life than what they can't see
There's so much focus to live for what's beyond
Let's live for the now, in case we've been conned
We don't need a God to have morals in this life
That's just a myth that fuels division and strife
Maybe there's an afterlife; that could be true
But what if there isn't...in this life, what`d we do?
Let's make this life count, no matter what
Holding to the positive things religion has taught
Love. Do good to those who have hurt us and forgive
Promote peace and kindness as reasons to live
Giving of ourselves, hoping for nothing in return
These are the kinds of things we should aspire to learn
To be an inspiration or to show unconditional love
Are moral values in many of us; it`s not simply from above
Having meaning & purpose in life can still exist
Just open up your mind and fight the thoughts that resist
Look within yourself and find the strength you need
It is there, my friend; just try it and you'll see
Don't be blinded by the views of religion
You can still have peace & joy, but it's your decision
Surround yourself with those who are positive and kind
And the same presence of love & peace will reside in your mind
Time to break the chains that keep you bound
Yes, its time to hear them making a rattling sound
So shake off the guilt! Break free from religious pride
Look with new perspective and see the beauty inside!
Life is Amazing!
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My WEB SITE / MY STORY:
http://fromchristianitytofreethought.webs.com/
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I have an internet education
I graduate everyday
I have an internet education
I bookmark my favorite page
I know about civil war
In Bosnia and the Sudan
and that one in the United States
that forged "American"
Water rights in Tibet
Afghanistan's hidden resources
Machinery for the war
we haven't fought yet
revealing plotted courses
Challenge me to any thing
it not about how fast I type
It is a perennial philosophical reflection
that if one looks deeply into oneself
one will discover not only one's own essence
but also the essence of the universe.
For as one is a part of the universe
as is everything else,
the basic energies of the universe
flow through oneself
as they flow through everything else.
So it is thought that
one can come into contact
with the nature of the universe
if one comes into contact
with one's own nature.
In seconds I can translate
Chinese and Tagalog
Create a web site, delete a face book
even start a blog (Beaureguard Schmeltzer)
I have an internet education
every day I am learning more
with my internet education
its about me like never before.
Now who do I share this with
my lessons of life
I spent twenty five years at the keyboard
my muscles are tight.
I miss me...
Until tomorrow and the school bell rings again.
Keep up your education any way you can.
Never keep to your self the beauty that is inside
share your time, your life, your spirit with others.
Get out, enjoy, play music, paint.
Bring home the white clouds again.
Beaureguard Schmeltzer
Arthur Schopenhauer, how did you know?
Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way.
Once I told a married Baptist missionary, I wanted to be one. Carol said, "Roxanne, Everett needs missionaries too." She meant I should bloom where I was planted. But we both were much younger then.
Transport myself into the 21st century. I am no longer a Baptist, but am a Lutheran. I am no longer middle aged, I am sixty-five years young. And I try my humble best. In spreading the good news of the gospel on the internet. Reaching more people than I ever reached before.
And I am no alone. Many poets and Biblically commentators are much better informed. Not to mention more talented than I ever will become. What we have in common? Our mutual love and respect for Jesus Christ. We are all part of the body of Christ. We are a part of his established church. We belong to him. He is the bride groom and we are his bride.
We need to bloom where we are planted. In many parts throughout the known world. The good news of the gospel is prohibited and restrictive. Many modern day disciples pay the ultimate price. Sacrificing both their freedoms and also their very lives. They have obtained a wonderful heavenly reception and rewards at the Beama seat of Christ. They will be reaping what they sowed.
There is an opened door for spreading the good currently available in the United States. I am composing this while there are no real restrictions.
I visited a Christian web site. I tried to post a bible verse on Facebook.
It was not allowed because some people might find it objectional. And they feel they have both the privileges' and the rights to restrict religious speech.
In the good old United States! I dearly love and pray for my beloved homeland.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 06, 2020
Praise words
Direct solemn address
One's just humble actions
Bring grace to our Lord
5/13/2022
Naani Poetry Contest
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