A trip to hometown
A bonafide power booster
Enthrals heart with nostalgia
Smiles and greets; chats with mates
Fests and fairs till late nights
Miss all and mess up with daily chores
Bygone sweet days!
Place: 4th
December
December is December
Nothing special
A month of happiness?
Mistake, fallacy
December, false glittering
Look around!
Ocean of Suffering
Is it happiness?
Mistake, fallacy
Enjoyed December
Christmas fests
Life is not special
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)
Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!
D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!
m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum; hey, they don’t bark
p-parrot, q-quail, r-robin; busy in their nests
s-snake; t-turtle; u-unicorn…hiding in the park!
v-viper; w-wallaby: do they hate pests?
x-x-ray fish; y-yellow fin tuna: swimming gaily
z-zebra and zebrafish together in animal fests…
Alphabet "perceiver" he’s become expertly
Reading, sounding, blending letters blissfully!
April 12, 2019
Edited on May 22, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE Q,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2020.
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE h" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/17/2025.
They told marchers they shouldn’t march;
screamed at sitters in busses and diners;
blocked the doors to the public schools,
“whites only” signs were clear reminders.
They hated when black fists were raised,
or when folks joined peaceful protests;
they couldn’t stand their sins broadcast,
were frightened by the freedom fests.
While things are better, injustice still lives,
and now they say that kneeling’s wrong,
they want to squelch the dissident voice,
But we’ve all heard this familiar song.
Fireworks dance and flourish in the air
Like the pairs of lovers in the innocent sky
The nostalgic tune plays from the flute
Like the tormented smile of the little brave girl
When happiness and jolliness echos through town
When suddenly they vanish into vacuum in a BANG
Missing like the name of the little brave girl
What will the eagles do behind their wings?
Shirking from the absence of familiar tone
Reinviting the lover's dance to the night
Closing their eyes to sink into the tune
The eagles pack up their bags and leave
Departs their home and leave the present
Leaving that girl with a broken smile
When all the fests drown in the water
The audience shall open their ears in the silence
When all light extinguishes into thin air
The watchers shall open their eyes in the dark
Sacrificing the impossibles in our dream
The pairs of lovers in the innocent sky
The brave little girl with a tormented smile
It is the most humanly sacrifice one could make
Summer indeed is a blessed season from God
Unlimited with opportunities toward great life-building
Moments for body, soul and spirit’s wellness-overhaul
Merriment midst reaching-out sessions during revival-pursuits
Empowering… yet exhilarating, while enjoying nature’s bounty
Rejuvenation-triumph thru sports fests along prayer meetings’ delight.
Breathtaking faith-adventure reigns in summer days
Letting go-letting God lessons prevail every spiritual retreat.
Endurance is proven thru swimming laps or mountain-trek ascent
Sunbathing becomes invigorating with sleep’s blissful pleasure
Social bonds are strengthened with fellowship love-ties
Inspiring and instructing others thru volunteer-work
Nourishing self while nurturing relationship with the Lord
Guided by the Sovereign hand* toward victorious journey ahead!
*Ezra 7:28 ...I was strengthened as the hand of the LORD my God was upon me...
June 15, 2018
Edited on May 28, 2020 (We miss this year's Summer events in our place.)
A movie’s like a novel
With a vista to explore
Which, assuming it’s a good one,
Leaves you wanting even more.
Yet I’ve recently discovered
Something else that quite transports –
It’s a genre that at film fests
Is referred to as “the shorts.”
Several films are shown together
For an hour and a half,
An assemblage that’s so varied
You may cry or scream or laugh.
Every subject matter’s different;
All the settings are, as well
And each film’s uniqueness feels
Like the director’s cast a spell.
Yet just like a full-length feature,
Each short gem seems quite complete
And, when viewed as a collection,
It’s a cinematic treat.
(inspired by CIFF – the Cleveland
International Film Festival)
Sunset Bay
Waves prancing in relays
On crystal-decked tips, the late dusk requests
To end a thrilled jig of lively water-dance fests
While circles of ripple slowly ebb in spurts
Yet shore’s mild notes commune
With lovers whirling ‘neath a full moon;
In bay’s tunes.
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
Choose Your Favorite Body
You lurk on the heel's of day's end;
arrive in intermittent degrees while
light is encompassed to slumber,
then you hover
with a subtle ominous gloom.
Alliance with the moonlit landscape
enhances the ambience of darkness.
Distant shadows
beckon curious ones
as the still, silent breeze
cools and calms partakers
of the evening.
You are the night
in all it's splendor:
twinkling stars, sushi bars
neon-lit places, smiling faces
howling wonders, pursuits to ponder
owls to hoot, jazz horns to toot
at weekend fests with
musicians at their best
as dusk blankets
the sky gently
exuding an essence
of atmospheric harmony
and spirited camaraderie
in the lingering denseness
of the night.
Pastoral country
Where folks wave to passers by--
Farmers plowing
Exit 386
Wal-Mart, fast foods, and hotels--
Tourists stop
Modern businesses
Of every type one might need--
The short road to town
Refurbished storefronts
With arts antiques and barbers--
Downtown businesses
Houses big and small
Fill the local neighborhoods--
Quiet streets
State Parks, music fests
And neighborhood barbeques --
Entertainment
Outside of town
Beautiful farms and woodlands--
The rural folks
The river rises
Bringing water to my land --
Children in kayaks
The home of brave hearts
Who understand nature’s way --
King and rattlesnakes
The home of the free
Where people are seen smiling--
Live Oak, Florida
ã June 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member MY LAND IS MY HOME
Sponsored by: ~ SKAT ~
When does forever become an option?
Only when one can still find
Inspiration for living
Despite the stale smell of saliva
From the person across the bed.
Consider it better
To regret walking away
Than having stayed with much regret.
So should today the fading footsteps
With the banging door
—the sounds of an almost wedding—
Be a reason for sleepless tear-fests,
Tomorrow it can be a cause for appreciation
Or gratitude for thinking twice.
For it matters not how the heart aches now
For affection
Or lust;
In the end what matters is how
The small talk before bedtime
—regardless of redundancy—
Will always be interesting
Time after time after time.
Are unavoidable, I guess.
Gotta learn to dance
fore you can
rock.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
btw... i lied on the form..
Oh dad, you’re great, you saved me in crisis.
You make me able to enjoy juicy healthy spices.
When I fall ill you run to secure me in hands,
And introduced danger of Life and paid off prices.
You provided me knowledge and education for easy rises.
How can I forget you my success are your donation?
Otherwise who cares a child in this modern fashion?
People can’t afford human growth they claim expenses,
You were honest and industrious my mum has mention,
Your time was hard or mine, life has different sizes.
I think sometimes how olds has afforded a big family?
When mum was full time mum for children mainly,
And provided full opportunity to grow everyone’s taste.
Why do we modernise fail to respect and struggle shamely?
Divorce and separation isn’t wise for kind namely prizes.
I care how do you afford gifts and celebrates births and fests?
You never disappointed anybody and care for all lists.
I am boring and selfness, can’t afford a bunch of flowers,
Dad’s day comes and goes but feeling lives in the rests.
Time plays a part and love struggles with different Hisses.
gone are those carefree days,
gone are those wild days where never bothered about the consequences,
had a care free attitude,
time has come to say good bye to my last year,
as i enter the college i felt have suddenly grown up
i have a responsibilty now,
gone are those exams,vivas, long journal completion and
bunking lectures
no more discussion with professors, no more asking them and irritating them with several questions,
no more college fests, no more fun,
less canteen visits now as all freinds will be separated,
now comes life's daily exam, handling patients life,
taking their responsibility, guiding them with honesty,
knowing everything, everyday will be a new exam, new day to learn...
thankfully, graduation day yet to come, but its not so far though, all these things will be
memories,
then lifes difficult exam will start, no one to guide, out there on your own..
prepared for it, but will miss those beautiful life.
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