We are all in it..' we're all a part.' Each action and reaction.. The stops and starts
We have also the oil, of the Spirit thats Number One..Apply it librally or the rust will
Come it starts in flecks..Its liable to grow its a sickness acedemia, is most liable to know' it seizes.' It captures first off its exponents..I thrives in humidity and damp
Also neglect is prime' and our silence to opponents.' Contend for the faith..Or the
Cycle will not move. A moribund agenda will emerge, and all people much will loose'
I that possible.? Here on poetry soup.'
A stance on being analytical.? A pre-
Disposition..To give others space.' Its
My offering in respect..Well of respect as
Far as it goes.' We are none perfect.' Yet
Can we be approachable.' Ready to share
Information, time..If we have enough.? I
Am willing to learn..I have learned so much
By observing ' those who considered themselves always right.' I learned to be
Like that in the past, yet have managed to face those
Episodes and am now in the mindframe of
Learning by not repeating.? I guess first off
The attitude of superiority ' paul of tarsus ' was like it.' There are many corrosive attitudes learned from the world.' Can i or
Whoever correct them all.? Maybe; some
Can.? Yet i consider if i or you? Or they? Can alter one fault.' Its a great start on a new road to a better destination..Just my
Thoughts this evening in a damp disconsolate Britain, all blessings to all that may read these lines.)
Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your descend.' It sends a shiver through men, and even the
Ladies.' This is way worse; than that vile
Jab..But here now I'll give it a stab' ya'know even; blind freddy will make a run, if it trends..He truly fears it.' would rather
Remain blind.' than to hear it..Mates stay awake
And your honour defend.' Be a drunk, be a druggie, thief
Or even a thuggie.' But never a TWOT..Here i' stand as
Your mate to the end.'
"Mother’s Milk"
I don’t know -
what would you have me say?
Life is a gourmand perfume
rolling along on the notes of air
intoxicating musk a jubilee
music you breathe and reign in
words lactonic heaven scent
stimulating the beginning and the end
in synaesthesia the let-down presents
succulent life, a moment brief and swift
a hint of warm peppered cinnamon
with gunshot sparks recalcitrant pink
a straight shot from the heady accord first off
hard points from mother’s breast rouge the plot
we drink it all in
life is the sweetest illusion
bittersweet and burnt bent
we are all drunk to it;
before we begin,
we begin again,
we are swallowed large
into this small life
like an unknown mystery
karmic charms chime in
fragrant and in fragrant notes
recalcitrant journeys
roads less taken
sweet and bitter almonds
we hear the distant bells chime
we sign off reluctantly
to only begin it all again
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Throw off the old tired ways
Seek something new to try
Look to the brighter days
Let all your cares go bye
It's the hard thing that stays
Shifting can cause tumults
Often finding false praise
This world wants firm results
Take the other one's place
Before it's way too late
Peer in the face of race
First off, let's end the hate
Turn the tables on the rich
Quell fake profit sharing
Pull the poor from the ditch
Feed the hungry staring
Our earth's slowly dying
Take a tactic that's new
Plants out loud are crying
See what we all can do
As your path runs along
Honor differences
When benefits seem strong
Find fair consequences
No need for reasons why
Worn words all sound the same
What's weak hides in our sigh
Fearing change is insane
Rhyme 28 Lines 138 words 2025
First off let me say/ I love both yall equally/ one is a little more quiet/ while the other is outspoken frequently/ a ying and a yang/ still I love yall the same/ I thank God for yall teammates/ as a part of life's game/ I know I can be secluded and stubborn sometimes/ but I'm there if you need me/ I got your back like a spine/ life's great challenges/ are only making us more grown/ I used to want a brother/ in that two sister home/ but to be honest/ I'm glad things worked out the way they did/ yall are two beautiful women/ that help me out with my kids/ I pray the best for yall/ and whatever life throws you/ I pray you love and happiness/ and that you bless all that know you
If the parents ( men and women ) of the innocent children
Connected with the parents of the victims of the predatory
Grooming gangs in Britian.? A summit could be arranged?
Under the protection.? Of a dedicated police force where
Community figures could explore options to create a more
Harmonious backdrop of living ? (including stopping all
Un-documented immigration for the space of 12/24 months? The re-opening of high street banks and post
Offices encourageing farmers markets to encourage a
Sustainable and engaging work life balance.' Yet first off
Let the injured and aggreived familiys meet should whoever of them be agreeable.? And see if this pit Britian
In in can be exited.?
All the best to every reader..)
I'm quite surprised I've written so many
a few years ago, I hadn't any :O
Now --almost three hundred in my list
the "right side of my brain" doth persist
And it's all thanks to PoetrySoup :-)
(well first off to God, let me recoup)
But-- your contests! So motivating
positive feedback, so non-hating :)
I just moved up to "lifetime member"
these early years I'll still remember--
--all your patience and encouragement
hope maybe someday I'll be in print...
According to those who fly alone on a jet
We ain’t ruined the planet, not quite, not just yet
Thus, they keep flying’ to sound the alert
That Mother Earth’s wounded, yes, she’s really hurt
But first, off to France for a nice frothy malt
Tip toe past China cuz it ain’t their fault
I’ll avoid all the places where bullets are flyin’
Right here on our streets where our youngsters are dyin’
Listen to preachers and pols boldly lyin’
None of ‘em hear the families cryin’
Then off to the beach for a wave runner race
And a shot of Botox to firm up my face
Then off to the party, I think I’ll impress
In my brand new rainbowy flowery dress
So I’ll bid you farewell and please do not fret
There’s only two engines on this freakin’ jet
©7/14/2023
i want to invite you over to my place
i have surprisingly been in the doggone kitchen
i had to clean the dust out of there first off of everything except, of course, for the microwave
i baked a chicken and tuna casserole
i made shells and cheese with bacon bits
i made some homemade honey butter biscuits
i even included some chicken soup with rice (a la carole king)
for dessert, i prepared a classic buttercream cake
i also, for the first time ever, tried grandpa's famous cinnamon apple pie
now would you like to come over to my place
if so, then all you have to do is bring the cool whip and your appetite
i will take care of the rest of the rest
the pleasure of your effervescent presence will be joyfully welcomed
i will actually be looking forward to the doorbell ringing
The first stop i get to i’ll break
But first off It’s time and I’m late
Gotta catch it quick before it goes
A lotta overstays and told ya so’s
Right or wrong and I’m even scared
Tryin to fight em off or just leave it there
You’ll never get that chance again
The weather’s fast and closin in
The tide is up i gotta leave
All the fighting done is auto speed
There’s another lap movin in space
All that’s moving down here is fate
Black or white is turning gray
Back at life is churning waste
Dark times have risen to the fray
Hard lines have chiseled their clay
In this land of make believe
Seers see and singers sing
I tried to hit my mark with open wings
It’s raining hard and hard to see
Sometimes time is all you can take
So here’s to that fall you cant fake
Life’s on overdrive I can’t hit the brake
The first stop i get to I’ll break.
First off let me congratulate you
She was shocked, not expecting this
Very kind of you she said, smirking
We did not get along well
Life is easier after a death
Joy comes in spurts in between sobs
She did not know I had changed
Purification of my soul had begun
We were make believe friends for a bit
Walking together in the evenings
Like you better now she told me
Great! I replied. I like you the best of all
How did we become besties?
Need I look any further?
Rhonda had taken care of grams
First there, holding her as she died.
Grandma had always said she was terrific.
Kindness came through more clearly now.
Lifelong friendship developed out of grief.
She and I have been close for over thirty-two years.
In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child
Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike
Catholic school discipline
Uniforms, religion classes, daily mass
Never satisfied with any accomplishment
Even the nuns called me “perfectionist”
Blessed with storytellers in my family
Dad and sis would send me to dreamland
On the wings of a unicorn
Or Shakespeare’s amazing plays
Family and friends I hold dear
Each has influenced my thinking
I learned to offer support in troubled times
And to thank God every day for special people
Unable to have children
The most crushing blow
Accepted at a young age
But rued for a lifetime
Lover of Jack London, John Steinbeck
From Jack, I found adventure
From John, I learned compassion
Dickinson’s poetry touched my heart
If I can find a way
To make a friend feel joy
Then this is my mission
Comforter, nurturer
November 16, 2020
For Silent One’s “It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest.”
First off, i would like to get out, that I'm far from a poet, yet i have so very much to say,
There it is again, a heavy load circulating around my mind, my heart is yelling out so very loudly, yet proudly, i must express my emotions out this way,
How do i put down in words, how unstable lockdown 2020 has affected me, i can not understand this bizarre behaviour myself,
I crave for you to reach deeply inside my mind, so that you could see,
A dull feeling inside, a soul destroyer, no where to hide,
The most lonely place,
No one who truly understands, as you can see within their tearful face,
If only i could inspire the devil, to uncast his wicked spell,
And to instead embrace humanity, with love, peace and for all to be well,
Like how do you tell you sweet innocent babies, that time has changed for the worse,
That the devil is sadly upon us showering us all with his curse,
How do we live life now,
Living in tremendous fear,
The unfortunate outbreak of this virus,
That has gotten far to near,
Well life goes on, but what do we do,
Prey and hope so very hard,
Big love to all of you.
They told us to dream,
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ...
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become
Desmodus Rotundus,
Vampiro en el grottos;
a travel pig for the mattock
pruning the roots of the people.
First off, I did not open up like eateries
... but I've watched senseless thoughts
eating what they should never eat,
rubbing their bellies to go home and discontinue,
but this was just the first wave.
At nightfalls, I scour the darkness
in the forbidden of Wuhan, sucking everything disagreeable.
I am saturated with wicked warranties,
nothing outrageously seducing, but brutally illogical.
I was horrified when society looked me dead in the eyes
before bringing down the meat cleavers.
They display me as Paniki to plan their murders,
they open up and invite me in, flesh into flesh ...
and flesh to flesh I swear to share
what I've buried in me as disasters.
There are souls more neighborly,
I hid what I portioned quiescent in their organs.
Only a mucous analysis notices it ... waiting ...
to strangulate the defenseless.
Life is brittle; it often falls and smashes the big noise.
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