Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
What Does Poetry Soup Mean To Me???
This may seem like an easy question,
expecting an easy answer.
I find each writer,
writes for different reasons.
Each writer is looking for something different,
wanting their needs met.
Poetry Soup is a pot where we all come together,
to express our creativity and imagination.
We can make friends,
and get help with our writings.
Contests gives a writer a chance,
to learn and grow.
No one is perfect,
I do not want to be judged so I will not judge others.
Poetry Soup has let me grow as a writer,
and find friends in other parts of the world.
Poetry Soup,
I want to say Thank You....
I wish I could fix your problems.
I’d wave my magic wand.
I’d gladly make your aches all disappear.
There is no easy answer.
No sunshine pill to dissipate the darkness.
The responsibility is fully in your hands.
You have to own and fix this.
You were careless even negligent.
Learn your lesson and see it through.
Man up and take charge.
You have to make this right again.
New year new cycle and new chapter.
Muster up every ounce of your energy.
Make us and yourself proud.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
What do I like about my life?
an easy answer now from me.
The first, to be a loving wife
then, next in line my children three.
Grandchildren to, are my delight
good friends I also love to see.
My health is without too much strife
I’m really where I want to be.
There is not much that I regret
somethings, If I could rearrange.
Then plans of mine I may have met
whereby my attitude could change.
Not be so ridged and so set
because I found it all so strange.
However, looking back, you bet
I’d be more open to exchange.
I hope my future years are long
because, I still have much to do.
I hope my heath will still stay strong,
and my old mind remains sharp too.
I hope to hear the birdies song
that greets each morning when brand new.
I hope our world corrects what’s wrong
and peace across our earth comes true.
More recently, l’ve romanticized the idea of falling in love through silence.
Maybe it's because my mother pushes love on me through her tongue.
Maybe it's because I prefer the inner monologue of myself rather than what I think others perceive me as.
I don't want to faze the mind of whom
I desire by saying I do not wish to be loved by my exterior at all (in both appearance and demeanor). Although I find that,
according to my standards,
consciousness is more amusingly complex, and therefore more significant.
My dilemma: submission to another mind.
To truly know someone, do I have to force
my mind's sermon out of its cocoon?
If my comfort only ranges to falling in love
in silence, how important can my words be?
The easy answer may be to ignore the statement made about either account,
although my soul does not let me.
Tragic.
It may be impossible to find
another to be happily desolate with.
Note: Falling in love does not equal the concepts of marriage, sex, or romance.
In my version of equality, a blink of an eye
might cast the same spell.
Before the day turned into night,
the sun was shining big and bright.
It was indeed a wondrous sight
that filled my heart with such delight.
In afternoon there came a breeze
which fluttered leaves upon the trees.
My strands of hair it liked to tease,
but in the heat I felt at ease.
Before long, twilight time had come.
The sky turned rose, and then to plum.
Enchanted by it I’d become.
Such beauty – where does it come from?
The easy answer? From above
comes beauty from our God of love.
This here I declare my first
attempt at the amazing pantoum
In my virulent, insatiable thirst
to impress all the poets in the room
Why do I love the amazing pantoum?
that's a question with an easy answer
it impresses all poets in the room
and provides the crowd with excellent banter
Questions with the easiest answers
However, do nothing to test my brain
Yes, the crowds speak with excellent banter
But I want to push myself with each quatrain
I need, I yearn to test my brain
I demand challenge and games
I push the envelope with each quatrain
Before my skills do dwindle and wane
All I want are challenging games
to slake my insatiable thirst
and I've not one pantoum to my name
So here I declare my first
My verse begins
where logic ends
Escape its mission
new light to bend
The easy answer
the convenient close
Now left to others
by others chose
Each phrase a path
that leads inside
Beyond where dogma
schemed and lied
A light there shines
unto itself
By grace of nothing
above all else
The music starts
once halfway in
To cleanse your mind
of lies and whim
Words join each note
to dance in song
All time untethered
—from right or wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Ives Michael Rasmussen
1892-1919
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, resting, nodding off, in the cool dirt,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
There are many of us here, sleeping, and waiting,
As you are sleeping and waiting, up there,
Above the grass, and the old mossy tombstones.
We all know now what life meant,
We all know now that life was a serious matter indeed.
We all found out that every person must make a choice,
The choice of eternity… here, where we are.
We the dead know now, that life was just a test,
A simple test with an easy answer.
But I am dead now, and so, don’t ask me.
The truth must come from him, the Master,
For I am nothing, absolutely nothing,
Just dust and atoms lying askew, here in the dark,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, waiting for the final trumpet peal.
Waiting for something no one can possibly imagine,
I am waiting for my savior to open up the big skydoor,
And I am waiting for the tremulous toppling,
Of these old mossy tombstones.
Who am I
No simple question
No easy answer
Can't look in the mirror
To many different reflections
I see a saint and a sinner
A loser and winner
Sometimes the angel
Sometimes the demon
We are till one day we are not
the sudden change you brought
not a reason not a single thought
it is easy to let things fall apart
the lost mind writing from heart
the truth that I have been taught
in a cruel way so as not to forget
a perfect shot that is on target
the hunted without movement
mind in torment from lessons learnt
straight truth time to face the fact
Some of us can easily get hurt
a weakness a very bad trait
a strength that differs us from the rest
as we care for those we love most
always cherishing all that we lost
for granted the important that exist
without thinking we blame fate
easy answer for ones own fault
Do we know what this all costs
do we look back in the past
do we our dear mistakes regret
do we care about the rest
do we take the risks
do we mend the mistakes
do we do whatever it takes
do we care what he/she thinks
do we keep the promise
do we make that choice
do we react without force
The way I feel, each day the bright sun would shine
Your beauty extends into the heavens
Together, we can live life to the fullest
Two hearts are beating, strong and true
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
I never knew about love and bliss
You light up everything for me
Make the world give us a little more time
With our hearts bonded and melted
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
There’s no easy answer for this marvelous feeling
We humans always a need for fire and heat
Together we're blessed with a perfect match
A future where you and I always would strive side by side
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
27.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
Language and mentality
You words describe you
The language you are use to
Show a lot about you
For with your words
Your mentality is weigh
On the scale of knowledge
The outcome value
Your mentality
Mind your tongue
Think before you speak
Watch your language
As is only an easy answer
With out a question to know
Your mentality
2 my daughter's im sorry I thought I could hold on longer.
Pain has become my rain and the feeling of failure stronger.
Depression is just a weapon that karma uses to conquer.
So this is my final message there's nothing I have to offer.
The love In my heart depleted I feel like my soul is empty.
Not saying im suicidal but why dose it sound so tempting.
I wish things could be different but heavens ordered my torture.
If I make it to heavens doors my pass will be null and voided.
2 my daughter im sorry but daddy was just 2 broken.
Place a rose in my casket and tell them that they can close it.
Tears fall from my face my faith is forever frozen.
Angels lead me 2 heavens gates just to show me they'll never open.
My prayers are answered silent struggles witnessed with laughter.
The ending is almost near so why not approach it faster.
Some will say im a coward and death is a easy answer.
Walk a mile in my shoes and maybe you'll understand it.
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