Howdy Modi was just a myth,
Rowdy Modi, to show my teeth,
No more than a fig leaf
My tariff’s no tariff,
And rowdy, to have a row with,
Why? He came in my way
Of Nobel, and must pay,
You know not how deep I’m beneath!
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Happenings | 40.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: It is no state secret that Trump loves being flattered and buttered up. Occasionally he’s good at buttering up as well. He did that to Modi with ‘howdy Modi’ when he wanted Indian votes in his first go at presidency. Pakistan did it, as also Israel’s Bibi before it. India refused when he wanted credit (and undeservedly so) for Indo-Pak ceasefire. All are susceptible to praise, genuine or false, but Trump seems ravenous for false praise-- somewhat of the type Goldsmith hinted:
Full well they laugh’d with counterfeited glee
At his jokes for many a joke had he.
Categories:
goldsmith, humor, usa,
Form: Limerick
hello soupers... i don't know why the winners' list of 'color my mood' contest has not been published...it is on my contest page though; so for your peace of mind, here are the final results... i'm sure TSP admin is taking a look at any tech concerns that may have occurred during the final locking of this challenge...
congratulations to all winners!...see you guys in my new contest; please follow all rules to qualify... thank you for supporting my creative endeavors!
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COLOR MY MOOD
Contest Judged: 5/30/2025 7:03:00 AM
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud | Send Soup Mail
See Contest Description
Place PoemTitle Poet
Contest Winner Medal 1 White Andrea Dietrich
Contest Winner Medal 1 Aquamarine Bernard F. Asuncion
Contest Winner Medal 1 ORANGE Lyric Man
Contest Winner Medal 1 Aquamarine Constance La France
Contest Winner Medal 2 Grey Craig Cornish
Contest Winner Medal 3 Grey Sotto Poet
Contest Winner Medal 3 Aquamarine Maclawrence Famuyiwa
4 White Regina Mcintosh
4 Orange Anne-Lise Andresen
4 White CayCay Jennings
4 Grey Troy Greece
4 AQUAMARINE Paula Goldsmith
5 Red Subimal Sinha-Roy
5 ORANGE Anuradha Sowmyanarayanan
6 White Shinsaku Ashida
Categories:
goldsmith, color,
Form: Free verse
Exquisite blonde egg
Pale blue veins
Inspired by Faberge’
A Russian goldsmith
She opens up into pure loveliness
daring others to desire a peek
Jeweled and enameled esoteric creation
Marvelously artistic secretive blonde egg
Categories:
goldsmith, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Our Petite Fleur Paula Goldsmith
4/2/2025
Blessing other poets with compassion!
Adds chiseled words of support, in her unique
warm, heartfelt fashion!
Paula comes along, blesses our floral, poet souls!
Mon ami, thank you, for rekindling us daily to pen
Our poetic, passions!
Bon plaiser, Paula!
Pangie
Categories:
goldsmith, appreciation, celebration, friendship, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
If I have to poetry see and define
My words would shrink and stop to ink
My thoughts would be unable to align
And in confusion I would rather sink..
Visions in words would learn how to speak
Words marvellously moulded by a wordsmith
Far reaching charm a poet would constantly seek
Unique gems adeptly crafted by a goldsmith..
It’s the power to paint and portray
Compose a tune.. an ambient so rare
An art gallery, a rich tapestry to display
Masters of words of sublime flair..
Much more.. the magic of poetry
The soul of verse can one acquire?
Abc’s and rules.. suffice to pen poesy!
Who grants the gift of Muse and the grace to inspire?
On the mystery of poetry I still ponder
Poets and their feeding Muse hearts impress
Their path of no sand or end would wander
What is predictable willing to transgress..
Fill your glossaries beyond lands and seas
Empty the wealth of your mine into sieves
Precious pearls of rare beauty you receive
Stir souls while telling stories before you leave..
Categories:
goldsmith, inspiration, literature, magic, poems,
Form: Rhyme
A final rest clamps down on my eyelids
The shadow grows hovering over my soul
The hand of death weighs heavy on me
Not the death but a drifting from faith
The good I would do I do not, I do more of the evil
A million and one times have I fallen flat and folded
The sorrow runs a deep course through my veins
This sin seems deep seated in reins, to its shame I'm helpless
God with this sin I'm struggling, I do not want to disgust you
My eyes grow weary from many tears of sorrow
My heart's gotten tired to the thoughts of again I did it
God You can have mercy on me and really touch me too
Lost again in the prayers of humble sadness
There are no more tears left to shed
Have Your way with me truly just touch me LORD
Empty and break me LORD truly touch this me
Like a metal in the hands of the goldsmith
Beat and fashion me into Your precious being
Sin is getting the best of me, I am sorry LORD.
Pray for this last piece of me and bring me back again
Categories:
goldsmith, gospel, prayer, sad, sin,
Form: Free verse
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of them was Magdalene who had the hots
for Jesus, tall and elegant back in his youth
Jesus became famous when he threw moneylenders
out of the church, many more people joined his flock
He thought he was powerful and took on
the Rome colonial administration and arrested
they mocked him and gave him a crown of thistles
egged on Haiku
y the hateful priests, was crucified
During the night, women got him down from
the cross, hid him in a cave till his wounds healed
A fisherman called Peter smuggled him and
Magdalene to France
they had seven children, and he ended his days
as respected goldsmith
Categories:
goldsmith, absence, blue, career,
Form: Blank verse
The soul is craftsmanship, a complex filigree,
One moment it dances in laughter, and the next, no reaction spree.
It's the secretive goldsmith of emotions we weave day by day,
With wings of thoughts, while the tiniest feelings can make the balance sway.
Upon us, the eave of the sky sometimes heavily lies,
And yet, we resist, with a shield of will, under the stars and fogs that rise.
I fear, I do not possess this strength, I’m framed elsewhere,
My fluctuations are an ocean, with extreme waves, harsh and without spare.
My temperament battles with sensitivity in a vast sea,
A fight not at all easy, for the soul, it's nearly a calamity.
It's deeply etched in my essence, as fate has inscribed,
And perhaps it empowers me, to shape into words all that I've imbibed.
Protect me, humor, from too much honesty,
You are my shield daily, my safety strategy.
But empty would my universe be, if poetry had none to hear,
Without friends to share verse, life would be just a silent theater, drear.
Categories:
goldsmith, poets,
Form: Free verse
Gershon's got gifts galore,
genius goldenager, greatly gladsome,
gives grand grammar guidance,
granting grandeur of gem verses,
glows galaxies, glitters gardens,
golly, gosh, word goldsmith glorious!
Categories:
goldsmith, appreciation, dedication, friend, poetry,
Form: Alliteration
Oliver Goldsmith wrote plays&verse when he could
though disfigured with smallpox in childhood
Best known for'Deserted Village'
a discursive poem for that age
Categories:
goldsmith, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
few the words
To so tell her
I shall tell her
In few words
O' that I love her
If those words
So few the words
Yet much said
to her heart
So I said
I love you so
Midst daylight gatherings
So few the words
Bonding affairs agape- I copy
The souls coils biblical cord
Attached love
Behold shall I say
If you want love
God's daughter
So few the words
Every song God's daughter
Tells of her
I love her, so few the words
For the words angels, Sing!
Her spirit brings forth spring
Few the words
3/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
goldsmith, appreciation, beautiful, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Laughing she told me of her
Lack of interest in him
She spoke candidly of him
As a means of being creating
Need to be wanted.
He suffers from his inability to
Be Aro sed and she exploited
Of every moment of it.
Her freind was a seamstress,
Who's husband was a goldsmith.
He had freinds who were pirates
Who bought treasures in to
The creek. They often stayed on
Board because there accent gave
Them away. Edward Teach became
Interested in her, this time she wished
Him to make her pregnant. She and 29
Others wished to have his children in
Secret fooling there aging husband's
Keeping the secret of treasure and
Infidelity. The secret of :"Blackbeard".
Peasents and slaves will belong to
His eternity, and the wealthiest woman
In town she too has agreed, to make the
Name Blackbeard the secret of our era!
"Might love find beneath this pirate
To fool my mister and all that hold
Such truths dear!" This said by lanterns
Light beneath this wretched scum.
Categories:
goldsmith, america, betrayal, boat, community,
Form: Free verse
The story of the young Jesus
Jesus was sceptical of his tribe as a trainee carpenter
he was lousy, could even make a bookshelf, he was bullied for this.
Jesus took umbrage and criticized the establishment of bootlicking priests
whom the Roman occupiers had given them power?
He took to hanging out with a group of radicals of the day
and since he was good with words soon became their leaders.
The groupies, one of the Magdalene, were for the pleasure of the flesh,
although Jesus was fond of this woman, he didn´t show it openly.
Jesus got big-headed thought he could take on the establishment
like when he chased money lenders out of the church.
He was wrong!
He was arrested mocked, and given a thorn crown, but he insisted
he was the proper leader of the people.
they crucified him, but women come to the rescue, healed his wounds
and sent him and Magdalen, the despised tart, to France.
He had seven children and ended his days as a valued goldsmith.
Categories:
goldsmith, best friend, corruption, father
Form: Blank verse
time has stained pages in his book,
stacked neatly by his bedside,
Goldsmith, Emerson and Wordsworth
still carry his smudged fingerprints!
the walls if shaken may still utter,
with their reverberations his voice,
and his readings from those works,
because his voice once bounced of them,
and resonated in our hearts and minds.
his spectacles remain where he left them,
wonder what he saw last through them,
But when I look at the mirror,
I see him there, my father
in a part of my own reflection!
I remember coming here often,
to bask in his shine of wisdom,
but his empty rooms still hold his memory,
and I would never ever be rid of them!
1st placement
Written 12/March/2021
Malabika Ray Chaudhury sponsored
I remember poetry contest!
Categories:
goldsmith, books, death, family, father,
Form: Free verse
Unhealthy human body, fighting its owner, in need of a Goldsmith
months of hygiene malpractice, now counting as the sixth,
his blanket of microflora possesses a morgue beneath
weeks without touching water, despite the pretense quite stealth
one, five, seven, nine; already getting umpteenth.
From 03:18am to 20:16 hours; the evidence of my anger’s width
awful smell, recites loud acrostics from low esteem teeth
and the rate of hang-over vomitus, beats any myth,
last month was 89; already 83, ten days later, is this filth
my mathematics can’t be wrong, rent expires on the fifteenth.
Categories:
goldsmith, health, hilarious, people,
Form: Rhyme
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