Lucky me for having Lin in my life for nearly a decade
I've had her friendship, loyalty and unwavering support
Never has there been an inkling of cross words between us
Lin is an amazing poet and her paintings are beautiful
Always ready to offer her time and assistance to others
Nothing is too troublesome for her when someone is in need
Editor of both my books; for her patience, I'm ever grateful.
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!!
"Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please."
"Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?"
" I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na"
" Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?"
Michael Tor
Inspired by Lin Lane
Archie Bunker was
a rude SOB he starred
in a sitcom called All
In The Family. He had
no manners and
treated his wife Edith
like she was dumb,
but Edith was smarter
than him...
I'm so tired of hearing that old cliche' ~
"It's water under the bridge," let it go.
Those words are never the right thing to say
when I'm already feeling kinda low
What if water under the bridge dries up
and can't carry my mistakes out to sea?
To forgiveness should I raise a full cup?
What cliche will I hear to comfort me?
"To err is human, to forgive, Divine"
Yet another cliche' in stark contrast
Self forgiveness often takes much more time
Only changing the future, not the past
Burning bridges is like playing with fire
All too often it leads to getting burned
Wisdom is the greatest pacifier
Cliche's are the lessons others have learned
Daniel Turner and Jenna Logan
I have the touch of viking in me
The spirit of the wild and free
I am the waterfall cascading
Across all nordic kingdom
My sovereignty undenied
I render lush abundance
Assuring joy to a parched land
Pride and glory to its clan
I am the gurgling source of life
That will not ever wither
I am Lin of the winds
The goddess of the meadows
I bring forth springtime’s magic
And the song of meadowlarks
I am Lin who hails from lands of reverie
Of the many crosswinds I am Lin
Read on air by invitation ~ January 9, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on July 25, 2021
Today I will honor a poet,
a great influence here on the soup.
She no longer shares her words,
but remains a part of this special group.
With integrity and honor,
her character was always displayed.
Even when disrespected,
her spirit was never swayed.
I sure do miss her presence,
for she was a special soul.
Helping her fellow poet,
was always one of her goals.
I hope someday she’ll return,
she was so caring and never vain.
We will leave the light on for you,
my dear friend Lin Lane.
Mind-boggled and confused, I am- no doubt
A trolley-bad soul has left their mark
There is something I heard and learned about
My sunny-bright morn, has turned a bit dark
I learnt this morn, that a dear friend has left
A beautiful poet, with talent- best
Gone- 'cause of remarks or poetry theft
So, all my fine poets, may I suggest...
Not be a follow, to those who cause harm
These people mean nothing, their loser's- first
By chance, you know one...please, sound the alarm
To all the fine poets...and rid- the worst
Look what they've done, they have saddened our friend
If I find who you are...well, that's- the end
*Dedicated to Lin Lane
Lin Lane
Criticism of Other's
A Positive Message
Self-esteem
/
Self-worth
Should never be left up to
Nor
Decided by other's
It's more about what lurks inside
They make us fear and hide
Pride
I mustn’t write it in a poem
someone will moan if I do
It begins with s and ends in t
perhaps it’s a load of pooh
But if I inscribe it in a poem
someone may tell me to hush
It begins with s and ends in t
this dirty word I'd have to flush
If it's submitted in a poem
some may think it'll burst a bubble
it begins with s and ends in t
and belongs in a pile of rubble
You can't overlook it in a poem
It's obvious when you see it
it begins with s and ends in t
One word that displays no wit
When I see it written in a poem
I balk. It makes me want to puke
It begins with s and ends in t
and is the reason for my rebuke
thanks for joining me with this poem Lin, we both abhor seeing swearing in poems and will never use the s word ourselves:-)x
I followed that cad Robyn Hood
and discovered he's up to no good
An expert at cheating
bad mouthing and bleating
His actions I've not understood
Oh how awful that folks feel so glum
Many now call him Robyn Hoodlum
He's a raunchy thief
who brought them to grief
He preyed on the blind, deaf, and dumb
Robyn has folks dancing like Muppets
He loves to treat them like puppets
He tugs at their strings
and then clips their wings
No wonder their confidence plummets
Heard the sheriff will arrest him soon
Robyn will be singing a new tune
While sitting in jail
He will cry and wail
In sorrow for acting like a goon
Sheriff found out Robyn is a girl
Her real name is Antoinette Pearl
Robyn Hoodlum wed
Now the sheriff is dead
and Robyn is engaged to an earl
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11-01-17
Fairytale plot by Jan Allison, Marti Sutherland, and Lin Lane
This scarecrow is no country bumpkin
His bottom and head are ripe pumpkin
Touch him if you dare
He’ll give you a scare
By pricking your hand with a bodkin
Inspired by the picture Lin sent to me
25-09-17
If there's kingdom of bad moments,
Its oubliette's sticking;
Where none owns any place, but-
Places own the being.
Cramping inside bad, ugly cells-
In graveyards locking in,
Inside cars or spooky cellars-
All are dwarfed to spelling.
Oh, once I heard a speechless speech;
The lad stuck while speaking,
Being tongue-tied between two words,
None knowing his saying.
Two words: Scylla and Charybdis;
They're easy as a pin,
Although, they caused aphasia,
Like Sci-li la-la lin.
The poor guy sweated and whimpered,
The audience: laughing;
He dashed, rushed, and ran away by
Shrilling Scy-la-la-lin.
Polly Wally waddles all day
She's running for office in LA
She wastes time doodling
Enjoys a daily noodling
But she never earns her pay
Polly Wally was once quite a looker
Before politics she worked as a hooker
Now she dresses with power
Doesn't get paid by the hour
Now she's aging no man would book her!
Collaboration with Lin Lane - Lin has chosen a different title for her poem
Which she has called Polly Wally Doodles
08-16-17
Lin Lane was as sharp as a dart
incredible at penning her art
experienced in edit
I Give her due credit
She could take all mistakes apart.
The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do -
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
Collaboration with Lin Lane written on 7/7/17
07-08-17
The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
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