I got the bad news today, we were loosing a friend.
One of our best Limerick writers Jack Ellison.
Ailments are no surprise when growing older in age.
A new Chapter in Jacks life as he leaves, and turns the page.
His Writings came from his heart, that were written by him.
Witty and silly Jack always left us with a grin.
Many Poet's will be so sad to hear this sad news.
His departure breaks our hearts, and sadly brings the blues.
Jack we all wish you well as you journey on your way.
We'll miss you Jack, but in our hearts you'll forever stay.
Poetry Soup was so gifted
to have Jack Ellison as one
of their Greatest Writers.
We were so fortunate to
have him. He shared in his
last Poem he was leaving.
Please in your comments
tell Jack what he meant to
you. Goodbye my Dear friend,
Happy Trails.
Categories:
bids, hero, journey, moving on,
Form: Rhyme
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
Categories:
bids, 4th grade, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Romanticism
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing colour of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
Categories:
bids, earth day, sun,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of A Good Night by Pixabay.
Bids Thee A Night of Good
O' fairest maiden, thy vaulted domain art free,
Doth fleeth from thy bonds of horizons hold,
Cast thyself, and claim your superb crown to be,
Thy willfulness causeth favor amidst the bold,
Luminescence shewn thee that thou hast donned,
Transcend and traipse be thine eternal realm,
Behold the arrested eyes blessed beyond,
Whence cometh a melody beseech thee a psalm,
Surrendereth my soul, albeit, attune suite to calm.
2022 February 26
*1st Place*
The Night Sky
~~Anna Marie Kaianah: Judged 2022 April 30
Categories:
bids, appreciation, beautiful, moon,
Form: Classicism
Echos reflect off nature’s beautiful sites
Warmth radiates as if in spectacular flight
Mysterious moonbeams sparkle so bright
Kissing upon the horizons softly before night
Breezes caress each dew kissed leaf
The end of days much needed relief
Frozen moment in time being so brief
Darkness teasing with sweet mischief
Mother Nature exhales a velvety sigh
As the sun bids a musical good-bye
The atmosphere sings it’s sweet lullaby
Stars release their own muffled reply
Celestial bodies begin to gently glow
To produce nights soft sweet shadows
Rivers and streams speak in perfect flow
An ending to daylights spectacular show
8/4/2020
Categories:
bids, beautiful, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes when the sun
Hovering on the horizon in the eventide
On a cold, windy winter day
Is bidding goodbye at the close of day
I watch it almost wistfully
Wishing it would linger much longer
Oh, the beautifully bright glow
And the glory of it, I truly treasure
What could be more magnificent?
A molecule of melancholy hangs high
In the frigid air as I watch the setting sun
Slowly and steadily sink into the sea
I watch it drowning, and I wish it would
Grow arms and safely swim out to shore, to me
Is it so wrong to wish it stays through a cold night
To bless me with a wealth of warmth?
I know with crystal-clear certainty, it will
Generously grace me with its presence
At tomorrow's sunrise
I morosely miss it, still
Submitted for...
Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date originally written: 11/09/2018
Date submitted: 08/31/2022
Categories:
bids, desire, imagery, longing, sun,
Form: Alliteration
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
Categories:
bids, abuse, america, anger, anti
Form: Bio
~Winter Bids Autumn Adieu~
Russet, orange and harvest gold
Autumn is the season when colors unfold.
The trees in celebration
dancing to the wind
preparing for the watery
wayward winds to rescind.
Lovers stroll hand in hand in the park
while people throw frisbees
to their dogs that bark.
Children play jumping
in the colorful leaves.
Sweaters, shirts and jackets
all with long sleeves.
Soon the ground will
be covered with pearly snow.
The night sky all lit up
with Christmas lights sparkling
and faces of innocence aglow.
Categories:
bids, autumn,
Form: Alliteration
The sun pauses briefly then slowly drifts from view;
The sky fills with magenta, orange, red, and golden hues.
Forest shadows begin to creep along the forest floor,
And melodious music is heard no more.
Along the meandering brook a grey mist lifts then slowly glides,
Beyond the tall pines, the moon attempts to hide.
The Owl witnessing many such events well versed in the supernatural;
Ghost or spirits from graves dug deep leave behind their earthly satchel.
Rustlings from nocturnal creatures briefly startle...yellow eyes appear.
The moon’s broken reflection profound though not severe;
The ghostly atmosphere accentuates as daylight bids farewell.
A warm gentle breeze blows and spreads its mystical spell.
Upon the ground near old juniper with twisted trunk sleep is hoped to find.
While in the yielding dimness it deepens upon the tranquil mind.
Senses keen and attention turned; the sickle moon shows her face. Capricious...Extraordinary lingering upon earth’s timid place.
And as the mist slowly begins to spread,
A prayer from solemn lips breathed to rid thoughts of dead.
And though dreams belie its fate;
It comes to explore that which fascinates.
Categories:
bids, nature,
Form: Narrative
ALASKA BIDS GOODBYE
the forget-me-knots
smile and wave with dewdrop eyes
~ promise of return ~
8/25/2017
Categories:
bids, flower, travel,
Form: Haiku
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
Categories:
bids, abuse, bullying, celebrity, child
Form: Bio