Wrote this today sitting at Coniston Water I'm blessed to live in a very beautiful place. Picture on my homepage is steamboat on Coniston Water.
C oniston Water simply breathtaking
O h the joy of nature, sets my heart on fire
N ever felt such peace and beauty
I n everything I do I thank God for peace
S imply mindblowing views all around me
T his is the best life to be free to be me
O h what bliss, oh what joy
N ew dimensions to life I feel today
W atching people's faces, fascinates me
A nd every face tells a different story
T heir eyes say it all, joy,love,hurt, pain
E verlasting peace, joy, love I wish on everyone
R eally just ooze kindness out my eyes to all
I love nature, Water, flowers, trees. Today my camera been so happy clicking away so merrily, capturing beauty everywhere.
My mother got mad
Why am I saying God all the time
Didn’t know I’m saying God all the time
Asked God what do You want to be called
Please give me a name either before or after God
To my surprised, He answered
ETERNAL
Whoa I was shocked
I would call You Eternal God
WANT THE WORLD TO CALL ME ETERNAL
WANT EVERYBODY NOT JUST YOU
You want the world to call You Eternal
Eternal God how do You want me to tell the world
I am nobody
Did not finish school not to have profession
Thought to write books to be distributed Globally
Poetrysoup you’re my other hope
To tell the world that God wants to be called Eternal
To be featured in Poetrysoup Homepage
Please help me
GOD WANTS TO BE CALLED ETERNAL NOT JUST ME
A Found Poem from the Bing Homepage
Earns record-breaking medal,
a boxer apologizes, is sad,
wins US Senate primary.
Campaign raises $138.7M,
to lay off 15% of workforce,
US launches antitrust probe.
Child sex abuse sentence,
Utah abortion ban halted,
net neutrality rules blocked.
Rain showers,
a Christian petition rebuking,
conservative attacks receive thousands.
50 icons famous after they died,
Charlamagne tha God on racial attacks,
'I don’t give a damn.'
The 1-ingredient upgrade for eggs,
complete fantasy,
a Western movie brutally assessed.
Egyptian women’s beach volleyball team,
slams French hijab ban after Olympic match,
Kamala Harris's lucky break.
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove
Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does
Ilchee, the "Moon Girl".
She paddled her own canoe ~
Bronze gaze, heart of steel.
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I take my time and walk softly now
To defuse life's briny thorns
Which have been laid across my path
Since such time when I was born.
It makes no sense to stamp my feet
To further enhance my flawed ambition.
To be thought a fool at every turn
Where others mock my trite condition.
So I walk softly now upon the grass
Leaving no harm to time and space
With a vain hope those who follow me
Will find no mark upon this place.
But the danger lies in happenstance
And a wasted life a tad banal
As I fear without some modest gesture,
It will be like I was never here at all.
The End
For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every couple of days or so.
Fear not my poetic companions
As you traverse our treasured Soup.
And find utterances of blessed joy
From our small but plucky group.
Words to slake a tattered heart
And make better the dregs that oft occur.
Where your soul will sing and dance
When offered its vibrant written words.
If romance be the tale that stirs
Your spirit to soar among the clouds.
And you dream of a chance encounter
Where a mate stands out among the crowd.
With your eyes locked in frenzied purpose
As you both grasp with time and space.
Then the Soup is where you're sure to find
Such a poem to salt one's amorous taste.
When a Mother passes beyond the light
And grief makes dark the light of day.
Where hopelessness creates a tangled void
And despondency is sure to have its way.
A poem will provide a few measured words
To make ripe this bitter fruit.
Because no matter your slings and arrows...
You have friends within the Soup.
The End
*To those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day or so.
You press the keys time and again
And errors bog you with flat disdain
In vain you try and rack your brain
To figure what has derailed the train
The website is but a tangled web
That sinks your spirits to a new ebb
Supposedly a tool to expedite work
Actually a means to shut your neb
On its homepage, the motto to dangle
Must be YOUR NEEVES WE JAR AND JANGLE
AS EXPLETIVES POUR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH
YOUR PEACE OF MIND WE LOVE TO MANGLE
I'm sure you've all heard the saying:
'If you love something, set them free.
If they come back, they're yours.
If they don't.
They never were.'
I decided to test this theory. I took my two teenagers deep
into the woods where I left them.
To make a long story short. I never saw those two
ungrateful kids again.
But don't judge them too harshly...
I did move.
The End
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every couple of days.
I reflect a sense of noble bearing
Meant to dazzle and impress.
I'm imbued with love and caring
With no grievances to address.
Now sincerity is my greatest feature
Giving rise to all I have achieved.
But my love for the lesser creatures
May provoke some modest fee.
I am given to quiet contemplation
Making bold of future strife
Where I'm free from surly accusations
From those who put value on their life.
So like the moon that glistens vibrant luster...
My love beams forth and warms the night.
But with all the humility I can muster,
Step aside... you're standing in my light.
I remain a person filled with grace and humor...
Far too humble to admit...
That I love you without question
Respecting your tenacity and grit.
But such a thing carries a certain expiration
And on this we can agree.
You will find me in morbid adulation
Because the thing I love most of all... is me.
The End
*A poem from a story I wrote about a fellow who was a bit of a narcissist.
*If you are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage.
There was a President named Trump
Whose ratings were given a bump
When the Dems had a pathological desire
To get the Man fired
And turn the place into a dump.
*For those interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage where a new one will appear every second day.
There was a Spaceman named Zog who wrote in his blog.
That the Americans were falling apart.
There was no law and order
to protect their own border.
While the Congress was busy sniffing their farts.
*For anyone interested, I will be posting on my homepage my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle.' A new one will appear every second day.
Who am I?
What do I need from you?
You could start by acknowledging I exist.
You could stop trifling with me.
You could take me serious.
I am not background noise.
I am something to cherish.
For I am the promise of a better today.
I am the urge to move beyond your past.
I am the trust two lovers feel.
I am the belief that anything can be accomplished.
I am the dream you have for a better life.
I am the spirit of great words yet unsaid.
I am the possibility of great deeds yet undone.
I am the vow you take to make other people stronger.
I am the anticipation a young child feels.
I am the chance to do what is meaningful.
So who am I?
I am all these things
And more.
I am... what you want to be.
I am hope.
I am opportunity.
I am the beginning of each new day.
The End
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
I miss your homepage
Your last log in was in
Nineteen nineteen
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