Saxophone & sipping cabernet,
toe tapping,
writing away
dancing within dream,
head bobbing.
O those French mots
j’aime. Sax O!
Relax O, merci beaucoup!
Kim Rodrigues © 2025
Categories:
curtis, thank you,
Form: Free verse
To me Lloyd can’t attend:
He does badly offend,
Customers’ patience bend;
After them could dogs send,
So that cries might air rend,
One sure to go crazy,
When Lloyd’s answer is lazy…
I’d pay Lloyd good money
But found it not funny,
As Lloyd made it out wealth
Grabbed from off-and-on stealth.
Now, I’m free to wilt
And courage lose long built…
I draw not Lloyd’s notice,
For he serves not Curtis.
Categories:
curtis, conflict, desire, food, places,
Form: Rhyme
Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard
Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The shape of his masked face is
Hiding wherever I may roam
Lock yourself into a closet
Behind dresses and blue jean,
Fight back and scream 'cause it
Is the night of Halloween
And, when fear is so unbridled
And helpful friends are not there,
Remember, everyone is entitled
To at least one good scare.
(Inspired by the film, 'Halloween', (1978)
Written: October 19th, 2022
Used rhymezone.com
Categories:
curtis, fear, film, halloween, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
Nine mile water pipe.
Ponosse ergo
Godzilla saw
Liggttraxx
Letourneau g175
Saws fractum 2012 Aps
Forage
18123007007
Chain trencher
Sandvik dd42zie
Hw300
Mega tunnel boring machine
Mb r800dru cutter
Long wall shredder
Dc drum cutter
Roof top water harvesting.
Categories:
curtis, america, anti bullying, art,
Form: Abecedarian
em we ball, cake been bake deal been done, Curtis Snow, Still on the bluff,
Categories:
curtis, addiction, age, april,
Form: Prose
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
Categories:
curtis, friendship love, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ?
Jerry T Curtis
Poetry Contest
27 August 2019
Eleanor Rigby
Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband
To World War 2
She then dedicated her life to the Church
Overcome by grief and loss
She became a Nun
To seek solace and relief
She searched for her answers in God
And placed her faith in religion
Lives in a dream
Masking a face of bereavement
Like all the other lonely people
Picking up rice pretending to smile
in a face she keeps inside a
message in an old milk bottle
that reminds her of Maternal weaning
Destined to die alone
Until Father Lennon McCartney eventually reads her obituary
At her funeral in Strawberry Field's
where no 1 will come
Back to the dirt from whence she came
To rejoin her family again
Rejoicing
War is Over
God's Vestal Angel
Eleanor is Saved
In song we remember
Eleanor Liver Beatle
You'll Never Walk Alone
Categories:
curtis, music,
Form: Free verse
Some awesome tribute's from poet Curtis
I don't think anyone here he did miss
Let us men shake your hand
For your tribute's so grand
And from the ladies a poetic kiss.
Thank you Curtis.
Written 8th August 2019.
Categories:
curtis, appreciation,
Form: Limerick
YOU COMPLETE ME
A Collaboration on poem by Curtis Moorman and James Edward Lee Sr.
My eyes look for you
My heart bleeds the truth
My spirit enters your soul completely
My mind is stayed on you
My lips speak your name softly
My arms remain empty without you
By doing the above
Reaching up
You complete me
~
My hands and my arms embraces you;
My mind regenerates those feelings;
Separated in heaven;
Birth here on earth;
Separated it hurts;
Come to me,come unto me my, darling
Hold my hands stare into my soul
Reaching up
You complete me
4/15/19
written by Curtis Moorman and James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
curtis, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Curtis Moorman is seventy five today
And I hope everything goes his way
His family will spoil him that I know
He deserves some cheer, rightly so
Won a twist contest when he was seventeen
Again at sixty seven, he was the best on the scene
Saturday night fever comes to mind
Golden feet Curtis was one of a kind
He dances no more and that is a shame
Many from the old days will remember his name
He answered the call from Uncle Sam
Proudly served his country in Vietnam
I've known Curtis a short time from here on the soup
But we've got one thing in common, we're part of the group
He composes some beautiful poetry
See for yourself, I’m sure you’ll agree
So please join me and give him a loud cheer
I’ll toast him later with a glass of beer
Happy 75th Curtis, Have a great day.
Categories:
curtis, birthday, celebration, dance, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
To Curtis, I joke
to baby avatar
so you are running a contest
picturing yourself as a waiter
"a cup of sueze you stressed?"
i can read your lines now
so apparent you are
all lips and pantomime
sounds to me ... like your (hidden) fare?
Keep in mind the naked baby in a tub
and your ruses
and glee club
... and now my muses
sir would you like a menu
and a top off of your coffee
at my venue
with me
i have a special today
that'll blow you away
it's called a rock bottom fillet
and a sweet nectar spray
or i have the green eggs and ham
a batter of pancakes
that slam
and whipped shakes
sir if you need more time to decide
the hoist of choices
lests i remind you it will be a good ride
with the waiter with the most-ess
see that wasn't that bad
compared to your mean comments
connie pachecho
3/17/17
Categories:
curtis, anti bullying, hilarious, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
There is sweat pouring down my face like a river
And I’m shaking all over with utter terror
Slowly, unwillingly, my feet drag me in the direction
To the place where my horrible fate lays waiting
Oh God! What have I done to deserve this?
One on each side they flank me, there is no escape
They lead me into the grey room, I cast my eyes about
There it sat, in the middle, looking deathly ominous
It was the chair of doom, waiting for me, almost alive
They escorted me to it and I had to sit myself down
The arms wrapped around as if to prevent escape
Next to it, were the instruments that would be used
Now that I was in the chair what was to happen was inevitable
It was only a matter of counting down the remaining minutes
Then I heard those dreaded words, those fateful words
“Open your mouth, let’s see which tooth is giving you trouble”
Categories:
curtis, horror, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Shut The Hell Up
Author: Steve Curtis
Singing in the shower
Singing my song
Cats are caterwauling
Dogs howling along
Rooster is crowing
Wants to drown me out
Magpies are calling
Such a din I've never heard
Kookaburras laughing
Who's that knocking on my wall
Shouting, shut the hell up
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Fri Sep 2, 2011 1:28 PM WET
This was one of the first poems I read by Stephen Curtis he is from Adelaide it has been
read an incredible 28230 times Steve kindly gave me permission to post it here
Try his new book called together Through Life which is a collection of 8 poets work
Categories:
curtis, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
I can feel the darkness trying to swallow me whole.
Emotionally I'm a mess, and I feel I'm losing my soul!
The pain just aches causing me to lose consciousness.
So many mistakes and I never thought of the consequences.
I'm absolutely alone, and I'm desperately trying to get back.
A loneliness like I've never known, the day I stepped away from that track!
Being confined has refined the mind to get back on track;
Lack of affection produced a yearning desire, my fire requires freedom!
Hope has kept me inspired, I'm seeking a wounded soul to mold;
One who can hold my thoughts, I may obtain the antidote towards her pain.
If she's out there, then maybe we can ride the train while we explain;
How to get on the same track of happiness after all the sadness.....
Note: I wrote first stanza. My brother in this struggle wrote the second
stanza. To say "hey" to this fine poet you may write him at:
Curtis Davis, P. O. Box 506, Maura NC 28554
Categories:
curtis, depression, educationme, may, me,
Form: Rhyme
I am tired of living up to peoples expectations.
Do I have the qualifications to be your daughter?
Why even bother to try?
Why can't people have some patience
or even a little more confidence in me,
cuz you'll see later on...I will be gone,
Making my life better than yours,
making myself the best that I can be.
Can't you see that I do want your advice,
but you can't make the choice on my decisions.
I feel like you are trying to make
an incision into my soul
and change all my goals.
I'm tired of this life of mine.
I need to change this life of mine into bliss,
cuz I want freedom.
I need to take a couple steps back
and see what kind of track I am walking.
I hear you talking
'bout how I'm not such a great person
as people think.
You need to look in the mirror,
cuz you don't have such a perfect career either.
Neither you nor I are perfect ones in this world.
Gee, Mr.Curtis, if you really think about it,
your whole life's a lie.
-sigh- huh.
Categories:
curtis, daughter, father, life, people,
Form: I do not know?
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