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The Park Bench At Christmas

Sitting on the frigid feeble symmetrical snow              *               *   *
Watching snowflakes amidst the afterglow                        *                     *
On a permafrost park bench we've come to know    *             *    
With hands, toes & bottoms benumbing below      *           *         *
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And the trees painted pearly wonderland white           *       *                 
Upon reflections of Christmas coming ever bright    *       *          *        *                     
Layered back with my red hat this wintery night             *      *   
Whishing the sun will sleep in before waking light       *              *          *        
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Feeling like I’m sitting on a crispy comfy cloud      *      *         *
Where the branches display their beauty proud               *      *      *         *
Hoping that the snowy streets not get plowed               *     *
Wanting to scream Merry Christmas to all aloud.     *                 *            *
                                                                                                    
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The Quantum Entanglement of Love

When you send me sweet kisses and hugs
and I answered you from great distance
whishing you and me the good luck and happiness now and into future,
I felt as love makes from our entangled hearts some union and special environment,
and suddenly I found out a very simple explanation for one of the greatest mystery of Quantum Physic –
the effect of Quantum entanglement –
when two particles united and acted and run deeply synchronically and deeply harmoniously
even if they separated from each other on great distances.

Why is that happened, my love?
Because all our Universe consisted from myriads particles
which loved to each other and can not existed without such love.
And they deeply honest and believed to each other and never cheated each other.
They clearly understood that without such great senses and devotions our Universe cannot existed at all.
Think about this phenomena, darling!
Our Universe designed and consisted from myriads of particles and pairs of great love!!!!

So I very deeply respected now this small particles which so loved each other and show to all of us
how needs to love and keep this precious senses
for the sake of our entire Universe and its great harmony.

Premium Member Blackbirds

They flew in bunches so big 
   it’s impossible to describe the enormity 
   of the clouds they formed in otherwise clear sky.  
They would dance and bounce in unison 
   as they moved from one feeding area to the next. 
And as they did, you could see the light change 
   in the cloud as they would suddenly shift directions. 
It was like a wave moving across the group 
   from the lead to the last in flight. 
How could they change like that, so quickly, 
   all together, and without a single bird loosing its place?  
Their wings made a whishing sound 
   as they pushed their way through the air 
   and you could hear them chirping as they 
   rhythmically loped and paddled their wings, 
   preserving their position in the multitude.


Premium Member A Rising On Valentines Resur E Rection

A rising on Valentines
Resur – e – rection

Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke,
stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak,

reaching up to heavenly skies – empty –
whishing upon a star that would not be

a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud,
sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud.

A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time,
- for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go
for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know,
that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb
nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest
and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best

wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon.

To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone.
What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few

moments arise that he might sing a glorious song
to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue.

B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007

She Is Just a Kid

You said I was annoying as a little kid.
Yet you stayed by my side when no one did
Add to that, you are still whishing me the best ahead
And looking at the numbers of mistakes I did
I look at you now, my face turned red
I want to say sorry, yet it’s not enough
I need to say it yes, but this time with love
I made you cry, scream, jump up and down for something I spilled on the floor, when you were done cleaning, and exhausted.
Yet you would start over without saying a word.
I am sorry mom, I was just a kid!
You knew I was a kid.
You said it to yourself inside your head every time I cause trouble.
“She is just a kid.”
Patient. Elegant.
Loving. Encouraging.
Supportive. Protective.
Hardworking. Heartwarming.
You taught me to love, to forgive, and to live a life filled with purpose.
You were always there for me.
You were always there with words of wisdom.
Your strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly.
Today I get to say "Thanks mom for all of what you did to me. I will continually be there for you like you always did for me. Oh, and I am still your little girl mom!”
© Salma Said  Create an image from this poem.

Scorpion

When I was very young
I heard a story of a princess
She was someone
That enjoyed pain of others

She was beautiful and powerful
She had many knights 
Whishing her hand in marriage 
But she did not care for any of them

Her expression was cold as stone
And her heart did not have a drop of love
In addition she enjoyed hurting people
Animals and games of bloody spectacles

She decided that only man she would marry
Would be the one who won a tournament
Tournament in which knights would fight
As the tournament began 

She calmly watched as knights 
Tore each other to pieces 
All for her amusement
Yet still 

She had neither pity nor love
For any of them
One of the warriors came from the east
He was very handsome

He fought very bravely
Like a lion
But his expression was such
That even knights defeated by him held no grudge 

The princess was amazed by his performance
And she actually started to care for him
When he won the tournament
She went down the tower with biting heart

And her cold expression was gone
She was ready to give him her hand in marriage
But to her surprise 
He did not want her




Because he knew what kind of person 
She was
This is how the story ends
Knight returned home with his honor

And princes who was antagonist 
In this story was left with noting
However in real life things go little different
For example

Most likely winner of the tournament
Would take the princesses hand in marriage
Because she was very rich
And if he didn’t

She would have had him killed 
In real life when someone goes out on a limb
They usually end up one who is hurt
Makers of Concord supersonic plane for example

Were unable to use their jet  
Because of technical problems 
As well as financial
And they were the lucky ones

Still I admire the knight
Although speaking from my own experience
It is very difficult to go out on a limb
And I don’t have a lion like will and courage

But to those who would try to punish me
I will be like a scorpion
Small and seemingly week
But that will sting like hot knife if someone tries to step on it


Rems

And here I am again completely weird
But the clock it just keeps on ticking
But not the only reason why I'm tired
And my eyes they keep on flickering

When outside all these flashing lights
The sound of cars keep whishing on by
It's no good all these sleepless nights
If I could get some blink in shut eye

I keep on telling myself sweet dreams
Though most of the time they are vivid
It's like I'm jumping in and out of scenes                             
And only leaves one restless and livid

Yeah I defiantly need some more r,e,m's
It's like this bad case of sleep depravation
I'm often asked where is it that it all stems
Though I've never been one for relaxation

I need some more rapid eye movement
If I could get some of those sweet lullaby’s
Of course that would be an improvement
To those bags that are under my eyes

Thoughts keep going round in my head
If I could give some rest to my aching bod
I've just got to start getting myself to bed
Though still trying to find the land of nod
 


Something wanted to write about for a while
couple of verse not to happy with might update in futre
just getting some thoughts out of my head
im sure a lot of people can relate to this 
when in my ywenties did not need as much
but so much going on at times find it hard to relax
get in to that third stage of sleep 
 WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTTFE MARCH (2013)
INSPIERD BY ALL THE COOL SOUP MEMBERS ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Premium Member Wishing

Wishing

Oh, how I wish to touch the moon
Wrap the beams, how I’d croon
Surrounded by sparkles and light
For the moon so enchants the night

Like a swing in the glistening sky
I would sit astride the moon so light
Climb to the heavens on the beams
Look down on earth in a dream

Picture No 1
Penned 30/4/2019

Better Days There Were

I just can't sleep tonight,
Knowing things just ain't right,
It's in the papers, on the t.vs, all around us too,
Children crying , soldiers dying, some people with no homes.
The sunshine can't be seen,
Tell me how everything can be changed,
So I close my eyes, and think of a better day,
I close my eyes and pray,

Am I sinner? cuz' i have my dinner on this clean plate?
I get a vision to make a difference, and it started today.

Pray for the broken hearted, and all the lives not started,
All the soulds that need a break,
I can't sleep tonight,
Someone tell me how to change,
I close my eyes and see a beter day,
Whishing everyone would do the same.

Sane Again

The voices, inside my head
Screaming, while I go to bed.
I shut them off with physical pain, 
Expecting to be sane again

There’s a monster hiding behind the smile,
A smile that hides it all.
There’s a window to this broken soul,
To which you can’t reach at all.
The constant battles, with my thoughts
The battles that I lost.

I shut the voices with physical pain 
And expected to be sane again.
Sitting here in a chair
Whishing I could breathe the air
Just like everyone else 
And be sane again 

Trying to get out of here
Escaping from people’s stare
Trying to be like everyone else 
Be sane again, sane again

The voices, inside their head
Screaming, while they go to bed
They shut them off with physical pain,
And expect to be sane again. 

There’s an altruist hidden behind her scars
Who knows the pain of all,
Tries to rescue a stranger from shattering apart
Because she’s seen it all.

The people, that I know
Say I’m perfect and I should know
They ask me why I cut my hair
And changed myself completely 
They don’t know about the voices inside my head 
That  scream, while I go to bed
that I shut them off with physical pain
Expecting to be sane again

They don’t know why
 I’ve learned to hate my own guts
Scribbling on my 
arm with a blade

They don’t know why 
I still want to hurt more
Wanting to die
Life’s well played

The voices, inside my head
Screaming, while I go to bed.
I shut them off with physical pain, 
Expecting to be sane again

But now only scars remain 
I am sane again.

Revolution

wheald the axe and bring it down
rush of blood unto the ground
wash my sins clean from me

city burns no lesons learned
the poor got banished with no return
still i dont understand

and as the world brings on a
revolution
terror haunts my dreams
in this
revolution
taking who i am 
and bring me down


history tell us of wars and hell
fables of a whishing well
see earths reflection change ( as the darkness fades )

buildings fall then are resurected
broken dreams are a body disected
telling us who we are

and as the world brings on a
revolution
terror haunts my dreams
in this
revolution
taking who i am 
and bring me down


who i am

what i am

city burns no lesons learned
the poor got banished with no return
still i dont understand

and as the world brings on a
revolution
terror haunts my dreams
in this
revolution
taking who i am 
and bring me down


revolution tell me who i am
© Matt Doe  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Free Will Dove

Clouds have amassed dampness fills the spring air
Two flocks of Blackbirds meet in sky unite
Put on a ballet for me, then begin to pair
In the tallest Pecan Tree clustered no fight

When in flight, they looked like schools of small fish
Surfing the sky, those Blackbirds seem so small
To God do we seem like grasshoppers whishing
No! He knows each of us by name one and all

Even before we're knitted together
He loved us so much that he gives free will
We can chose to love him and others
Or we can deny and His Presence kill

Spring such a lovely time_birds meet, mate, love
People a lovely creation, free will dove___

The Body of Happiness

Neurotransmitting serotonin and dopamine,
mental ****** and liberator of pain.
Free flow as rewarding molecule,
gratitude’s perception jewel.
Slowing down the heart rate in tune,
positive emotions for the immune.
Getting older with a smile,
living by the organic sun dial.
Not knowing what a thought is,
but thinking all the time some fizz.
Neurons that need to wire together,
the mental whishing weather.
Intimate values in expense,
spatial memory reminding reference.
Ethical attainment to tune the pitch,
greetings from the,
happy ever after good witch.

Fairytalish Dreams

I'm angry, 
I'm sad.
I'm sorry I'm mad.
Life is so contradicting
Constantly goes round and round
Should it tilt from it's axal
Mother nature's sweetness
No more
Shall it be a lullaby sound
Just as we the people
We all know this
 So let's pretend
Think of yourself
"the World"
You are the world
Spinning on this axal
That which keeps 
the circle of life flowing
Suddenly a meteor
Slams you back
In Black
Off Mother Nature's track
Or at least, you know...
The one you envisioned
when you were a little girl.
Sadly only to wake up
and realize
You're no longer
Living the way God intended 
it to be.
Or at least the one 
I thought he would be.
For me, my hero-
But those were all just
fairytalish dreams.
As so it just seems
Wgat happened to the world?
What happened to ...
"There can be miracles when you believe."
Then I wonder why
Why did I ever believe
Could I not  e a 
Lost soul starving to succeed.
Stead all I do 
Is wake up to this reality
Whishing time could go back
So easy and carefree it was
To be a child with a dream.

Come and Go

there he went
each night he left
no idea where 
the lies never stopped

faking to those who believed
breaking those who didn't
all that time
spent in a lie

come back then leave again and again
whishing for one to stick
picked up started over
fresh and new even exciting

leave it all behind 
pretend you came
you don't want them anymore
I knew that with your foot out the door

you said it wouldn't change
but everything did
everything was gone
you didn't what us anymore

like trash stupid dumb fools
enjoy your new life

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