In Autumn
In Autumn pumpkins hang out in
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to
music festivals, photos of
chestnuts do
the splits, marsh mellows make
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate
tourist buses and
fire trucks and
ambulances, porcupines stop
thinking, umbrellas talk
24/7, squirrels read
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend
to be dead, candle people pretend
to be deaf, scarves wear
boots, maple syrup gurgle
nursery rhymes, hens learn to
play the
banjo, chickens lay
cell phones, cherries chase after
bunnies, cupcakes plant
trees, wallets take out
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in
cream cheese.
Encyclopaedia Of The World
While excavating information
One website lead to another
And Whoa! I found Poetry Soup
Curiosity led me to register my name
I sent my first shweet verse for a competition
I sent some more for further competitions
A fortnight later I received congratulatory notes
For my placement in the competition
It created a world where I could be identified
Tears rolled down at the recognition by poetry lovers
Living across this huge globe but brought together
By a website of soupers sipping every soup
While connoisseurs evaluate their taste
More congratulatory notes over the next four months
It taught me the value and worth of each souper
We read different hearts and souls
At times unknowingly in a desire for friendship
Some get irked some misunderstand whereas
Some simply love and admire the emotions
Of people living in different continents and
Give their advice, mentor them, correct their flaws and
Continue being their silent guiding light
Filaments of nature and attitudes to life
Become the encyclopaedias of the world in Poetry Soup
December 29, 2015
Contest: Why Are You Here At Poetry Soup
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Intellect in disarray,
Eloquence falls short, again.
You, perfect picture, in my mind’s eye,
Words often fail when they aim to describe.
I look in every lexicon,
Delving into dictionaries,
Empty out encyclopaedias,
Thumbing through the thesauri...
I conclude no words compare to you,
Descriptions weak and rarely true.
No word does justice, phrases fail
To truly tell what you entail.
In the dim and distant past
Long before I wed my wife
I had encyclopaedias
For those questions in my life
I’d look to them for answers
And I’d find them all with ease
One quick consultation
And solutions were a breeze
But now they sit forlornly
On the bookshelf in the hall
They gather dust and cobwebs
And are never used at all
My reference books redundant
They just sit there and they rot
Never to be used, because
She knows the bloody lot
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