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Bum blebees

Bum..blebees

On a warm, spring day
in…… May,
when there’s a hum
from the bum…blebees,
PLEASE,
just freeze
and……..listen!

For on that warm, spring day
in….May
that buzz and hum
does come
when young bees
are in a fret of sweat
learning their humming alphabet!

So on this warm, spring May day
when the hum of the bum..blebees
is buzzing lightly through the trees
just listen far and near,
and you’ll definitely hear
the humble, bum...blebees
practising their humming a,b,c’s.

They may, at times,
rumble or stumble 
even jumble!
But a monotous, murmuring mumble
earns a teacher’s cross-grumble
No understanding of anything carefree;
the culprit simply removed to plan bee!


Ian Souter

Debate

In halls of thought, where words take flight,
Two minds converge to seek the light.
With logic keen, they shape their case,
Yet truth slips past in reason’s race.

An ancient art from ages old,
Where questions flared and thoughts were bold.
Each voice would yield, if proved untrue,
In search of wisdom, clear and new.

But now the stage is dressed with flair,
Where rhetoric perfumes the air.
To win, to shine the heart’s desire
Outweighs the pulse of truth’s soft fire.

The speaker stands with polished grace,
Defending views, no fault to face.
Concede a point? The crowd might jeer
For strength, not doubt, earns favor here.

And listeners, swayed by voice and tone,
Let bias rule the mind alone.
A tale well-told, a voice that sings,
Can lift false wings o’er truer things.

Yet still, this dance has worth to find:
It stirs the soul, awakens mind.
Not truth’s last word, but seeds we sow
For curious hearts to learn and grow.

So let the clash of thought unfold
In stories shared, in ideas bold.
Not to decree what’s right or wrong,
But spark the path where minds grow strong.

WHAT MAKES ME SMILE

  Waking up to a brand-new day with a smile—
A gentle smile.
Remembering school days with friends,
Playing in the mud with pets,
Watering my favorite rose plant,
Hoping to see it bloom... and smile.

A smile on the faces of loved ones
Lights up the path ahead with glow.
A healthy breakfast, a smooth ride—
Fueling joy to face the tasks of the day.

Fine weather promises a sweet beginning,
A smile makes each moment worth living.
With prayers to the Lord for a blessed start,
And greeting others on birthdays—pure joy from the heart.

A neatly dressed soul sparks a smile,
A clean home admired all the while.
Tasty food brings thankful delight,
And timely support earns a grateful smile—so bright.

So many moments, big and small,
Hold the power to brighten all.
In every act of love and grace,
A smile finds its rightful place.

My Cat, My Pet

My cat is everybody’s darling pet.
from all, she Yearns a gentle pat.
none Can hate her, I shall bet.
At night, she wanders like a bat.
by nature, she is quite cool,
but don’t Take her to be a fool.
My love she Yearns, has a Pair of gleaming Eyes, 
they are of The shade of blue skies.
at night, everywhere she wanders.
when at rest, closing her eyes, she ponders.

GO AWAY

I feel terrible everyday,
It's affecting what I say,
And it won't go away.
I just want to be happy,
But my situation is crappy,
Slap full of issues,
I can't afford tissues.
I misuse this body,
Stress becoming a hobby,
A habit I wish I could quit,
I'm killing my spirit,
Or I sold it for money.
Their dollar earns me a penny,
While they have plenty,
I can't afford any,
Taxes devour hourly,
Every hour misery,
A number in the company.
Maybe it just ran from me,
Feeling terrible constantly,
Instantly ruining my day,
Thoughts Get in my way,
Awful things I start to say,
I wish it would go away,
So I could have some energy,
Release me from poverty,
I AM not their property,
This opportunity is mine,
I should at least feel fine,
For GOD's SAKE!!,
I AM DIVINE!

The Chiefs Got Smoked

Patrick Mahomes and his boys all choked
When they went up against the Eagles, they got smoked.
The winning team in the Super Bowl earns a coveted trophy.
It's named in honor of the late Vince Lombardi.
The Kansas City team was gunning for number three.
However, that scenario was just not to be.
It was all due to Jalen Hurts and his company.
Super Bowl fifty-nine is now a part of history.
The Eagles from Philadelphia won the victory.

My Bottom Line

Naughtiness is the name of my game
Writing serious no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is I can't be to blame

fantasy on full alert

Fairy godmothers winged dragons and such
Ability to fly, thanks very much
Wizards and warlocks, interrupting my dreams
Mermaids and unicorns dressed in fancy light creams

Brownies and gnomes sneaking in and out of my ferns
Fantasy on full alert, though none of this fiction earns
Gargoyles rolling their eyes and spitting at me from above.
Cheshire cats, and sneaky dogs, are a few things I love.

My first posted poem

Thursday, 2025.1.16
Happy birthday to my sister.
She turns a mile stone at the new corner.
Now she earns the title of being a senior.
Congratulations to you, my sister.
Congratulations to me too.
Today, I was introduced the Poetry's world.
I started to post my poems,
Few days later, my first piece of work,
Was listed in "This Week's Featured poems".
It was read by many viewers.
I was overwhelmed and flattered.
Initially, the poems were written,
To serve as my diary keeper.
Eventually, the writing got easy and easier.
I was glad, I met this poet,
Who I named "Mr Author",
He introduced me to the poetry's world,
Hopefully, I can continue on writing, 
Post them all on the internet.
Thank you "Mr Author"
Thank you all the viewers.
It was all my pleasure.

Wide Zhyloy

Our land is rich with naughty and talents rare,
My fate lingers in verses steeped in despair.
Think of Zhyloy* when one mentions Aibek's name,
And think of Aibek when Zhyloy earns acclaim!

At times we are a desert, at times a deep sea,
At times we're heavy, at times light and free.
I am boundless, vast as Zhylyoi's embrace,
For we are twins, inseparable in grace!

Sometimes I am present, sometimes I seem gone,
At times I'm carefree, at times sorrow is my song.
In joy or grief, whatever my plight,
I always return to Zhyloy's light.

At times my strength overwhelms, a mighty force,
At times my ways seem unclear, changing course.
To understand me, you must possess a heart,
As beats for the homeland, of which I'm a part.

*Zhyloy – the region of Kazakhstan, where I was born.

Yet Another Politician

Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.

Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.

Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.

When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.

We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.

What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.

As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.

Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.

We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.

A dirge in PRAISE of MGonagall's Forth Bridge

A poetaster I will always be
Renowned throughout eternity
For wonky metres and dodgy rhymes
Amongst my other versifying crimes
Like dull images and dreary words
Not to the liking of animals and birds
Whom Orpheus charmed with lyrics rare
While my efforts they  just cannot bear
McGonagall is the master to whom I bow down
The man who merits the peerless crown
Of poetry so ludicrously solemn
That it earns derision in any newspaper column
His Forth Bridge production  garners distinction
For drawing down mockery on its versification.
I must thank the website to which I belong
In allowing me to keep singing my song
That honour I bestow upon Poetry Soup
With its generosity  towards  my glutinous gloop

HE

He earns he learns, 
He spent he rents,
He save he gave. 

He live he keep, 
He share he care, 
He try he cry. 

He wills he kills, 
He love he broke, 
He leaves, he lone.

Crown His Effort

It took guts for him to choose it
The society made him pursue it
Under the high pressure of sunset
Without been assured that he would make it
He took the step to maintain his outfit
Obi will never remain a boy


Travelling down the road
He met her
He took her hands and paid the price
They came together and gave a rise
In the shade of his hustle, there she lies
Making meals with the things he earns
The boy is now a man


While the little called him "papa"
He worked extra to provide for two
The burden was much
But he never complained
He moves along with his dear beloveds
Just to push their fates to climb the hills


He motivates even when he is down
He provides even when it’s dawn
He deserves to wear the crown
The crown of a hero

CESSATION

CESSATION

That pain is like treading on bottle tops
Or stumbling into some hidden caltrops
Suddenly, as when some lightbulb pops
The welcome relief when it finally stops
Like making big gains on currency swaps
The blood pressure and heartrate drops
Yet is thought so typical of all milksops
With a false sympathy everyone adopts

Once ended, one hopes it never returns
Not just pain, but embarrassment burns
Yet that is only one of several concerns
How to grin and bear it, one soon learns
To hold your breath as the jury adjourns
It is more a prize of resilience one earns
But recall how much the stomach churns
When it’s never over, if one so discerns

Some sort of final line must be crossed
Ideas of permanent pain must be tossed
No wonder that one may then feel lost
As if buried deep within the permafrost
Like being frozen stiff without a riposte
Or see one’s ongoing destiny embossed
But with a better ending than a holocaust
Just seeking cessation at almost any cost

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