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In the classroom of the Cosmos
Experience is the just and thoughtful Master.
She taxes us to teach us strength,
plays silent games to teach us laughter.
How can we scorn Her wisdom,
and cry She's been unfair, if
the Lessons bring us closer
to the Truth of who we really are?
It's so much easier not to strive
for the etheric and vaporous Light,
for peaceful pondering amidst clamoring thoughts,
To gather a quivering bold and brilliant insight.
Less challenging it is to let the lessons pass
By simply ignoring the glaring truth and
pretending we don't see the signs
reflecting the sacred, simple path.
We can promise to set our hands to work
upon some far-flung, unspecific day,
and waste a lifetime gathering petty lines
for our childish, uneventful play.
Unless we stretch and really reach
for Knowledge, and the meaning behind it's veil,
We're dull and drained of vigor,
Sick of soul and rancor swells.
There's no light to bring the blush of youth,
To placid cheeks afraid of candor;
No spring enchanted steps to dance
or sparkling laughter filled eyes reflecting splendor.
Within each painful moment,
a chance to awaken sleeps.
Breathlessly charge the day and
embrace the lessons that it keeps!
Copyright © Chula Fleming 10/16/2012
I am a super duper Gerber Baby
all I love to do is wee- wee
winning all the attention of my mommy
so that all day long, she’ll stay beside me
I love to loudly fart and burp
after taking my Gerber Baby Foods prepared by dad
all my tiny fingers in my mouth as I give them a crunchy baby’s laugh
they both run to give me their sweetest kisses and hugs
Oh, how I love to wear my soft baby’s diaper
I walk around my crib producing sounds, “ mmma pppa brrrr brrrrrr”
please bathe me in my lovely little bath tub or wash
the smudges of my “ poop” now I feel them on my ass
How I love to be an adorable baby
no problem yet nor worry
all I have to do is drink milk and sleep the whole night or day
cuddled in the loving arms of my mommy and daddy
In my cozy crib are colorful toys
feeling like sitting over the rainbow with so much joy
my picture books are scattered all around
I pretend to read them smartly as I look at the picture of a clown
Jan. 27, 2012
First Place
Contest: Gerber Baby (poem contest)
Judged: 2/1/2013
Sponsor: Greatest Poet, Linda/PD
First Place
Contest: #1 Poem Only
Judged: 17/13/13
Sponsor: My dearest Poet sis, Linda
I dream of
my childhood
and the love !
Mom has made a picnic
and unfurls a blanket
in a green forest thick
beside a rippling stream
where birds twitter and tweet
and we pick raspberries _
eating- O, they are sweet !
And here I am with my dad strolling
on an adventure expedition
down forest trails rocky and rolling
and another memory flashes
mom and dad are above in Heaven
all that now remains are their ashes
and here I am playing on the swings
and then- on a fair merry-go-round
around and around till I have wings !
________________
June 30, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Childhood Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1368-023-30
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, 3-6-9 Poem
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 07/31/2021
They say what goe's around come's around
You know I'm sure that you will soon discover
To some probably seems a little bit profound
But what you do on one come's back on another
So I ask what is the point of being so bendictive
If it is only going to leave the other person blue
I mean come on what is then the real objective
Just think if the same thing were done to you?
I mean is it just down to that persons ignorance?
Those so hell bent on revenge, no compassion
But in the end they only get there comupions
So who then I ask really get's there satisfaction
Why would a person really go out on a whim
Then they are the one's asking for redemption
Which make's one wonder which is then a sin
Don't they deserve a taste of their own medicine?
Another one fo my favouret sins and I beleive
what you do on one always comes back on another
just wanted to add extra verse and write as something sepret
INSPIERD BY ALL THE SOUP POETS written 2013
originally 2012 by myself dvidscott
NOTE THIS IS AN EXCERT FROM POEM SEVEN JUST WANTED TO ADDD EXTRA VERSE AND JIGGLE WORDS
ROUND A BIT
I have tracked my New Year's Resolutions
over the years these are my fantastic results.
Resolution One
2011: I will try to be more attentive to Lauren.
2012: I will pay more attention to what's her name...ah...Lori...I know I'm close.
2013: I will try for reconciliation with Lo.
2014: I will try to be more attentive to Carol.
Resolution Two
2011: I will walk 35,000 steps a day this year.
2012: I will definitely start my walking routine this year at 10,000 steps a day.
2013: I will walk once a week.
2014: I will try to drive past a gym at least once a week.
Resolution Three
2008: I will not stare at women's cleavage .
2009: I will cut down the amount of time I stare at women's cleavage.
2010: I will stop being so obvious when I stare at women's cleavage.
2011: I will attempt to stop getting caught staring at women's cleavage.
2012: I will stop increasing the time I spend staring at women's cleavage.
2013: I will seek professional help as directed by the courts.
2014: I will try to stop starring at the female prison guards cleavage.
Resolution Four
2011: I will not let my siblings push me around.
2012: I will stick up for myself with at least one of my siblings.
2013: I will not let my siblings bullying depress me.
2014: I will talk to Dr. Potter and the group about my siblings.
Resolution Five
2008: I will read Clarissa this year all 1534 pages.
2009: I did not read Clarissa I will read Varney The Vampire all 866 pages.
2010: I will read the first 50 pages of Varney The Vampire this year.
2011: I will read some articles in the newspaper this year.
2012: I will try and finish the comics section this year.
2013: I will read one strip in the cartoon section this year.
2014: I will read the fortune cookie thingy the next time I have Chinese Food.
18~12~2014
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Name: New Year's Resolution
Waiting for a bus taxi or train
Waiting to get to your destiny
Waiting I now am in vane
Waiting feels like an eternity
Waiting Ill be here till dooms day
Waiting on the move of a house
Waiting from September to may
Waiting like a lover or spouse
Waiting on a repair call out
Waiting more than just once
Waiting I am hanging about
Waiting for some response
Waiting in another endless cue
Waiting now a days seems rife
Waiting but what else is new
Waiting is the story of my life
this not really my best effort just floating around at time
probably work on at later date
im sure some can relate to this to
written may 2012
Often wondered bout people down under
Do they have to stand on their heads?
Do they have to tie down all their possessions?
Is flying off into space their dread?
We hope they all stay attached to the earth
We love them and their cute little bears
Once I was told by this Australian lady
Their breath can sure foul up the air
All my Aussie friends here on the Soup
Refer to their land as paradise
I was also told that the biceps on women
Are huge from hanging on for dear life
Now I know this must be some great myth
Olivia's seemed quite normal to me
You can't believe all the rumours you hear
But in case, hang onto to that tree!
Often wondered bout people down under
How do they keep their beer in their glass?
Do they chain themselves to the bed at night?
Do roots pop up instead of grass?
@Jack Ellison 2012
The whisper of my name, kisses my ears as it lands on the breeze
Gently caressing my senses, each one of them to tease
Falling from the sky, like the dew drops in the mist
Face turned up for dew drop kisses, not one is to be missed
The dew drops fall as tears, rolling one by one down my cheeks
I catch them and hold them close to keep me happy through the week
The only other thing I have to keep me happy through the day
Is knowing that I have you, even though you are far away
My heart you know is yours, you promised to keep it safe from harm
There are impostors trying to take my place and your feelings for me disarm
They creep on in with honeyed tones and flatter with dubious lips
Remember though it is my hand that sooths away pain with fingertips
Whisper to me my name and send it with your dreams
I will awaken you with kisses on dawn’s waking daylight beams
It will be my arms surrounding you not some honey coated femme
Until then remember I love you and I will prove it, when we meet again
©~GG~27/12/2012
I am gonna have to get a job and stop reading mushy books
Poem written near a Cemetery 1 of 2
On 13th February 2012
While moving near the walls of a cemetery,
I saw the glimpse
Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers,
Blooming in the golden Sunlight falling on them,
They were waving their simile,
With every gush of wind,
On the monument of a deserted grave.
For me it was a new and exciting experience,
To enter in that cemetery of eighteenth century,
What had brought me to that spot,
Where those wild flowers were still smiling,
Remains a mystery
Every time, I think and rethink.
I saw hundreds of monuments and tombs,
After entering in that preserved cemetery,
Some were telling the story,
Of the grandeurs of its dwellers,
While others were there,
Standing without a crown or a story.
The grave on which, I saw those flowers,
Was not showing an appealing face,
Age had withered its luster and charms,
And time had left its marks on its face.
Being in the last line of that cemetery
It was waiting in the long queue,
For some kith and kin of Sophia Ress,
May come some day and
The face of that noble soul’s grave,
May once again obtain its lost glory and grace.
There I found those lonely wild tiny flowers,
Still blooming and smiling and dancing,
With every gush of wind,
Telling silently a beautiful story of its dweller,
As if, they were paying their homage,
While remembering her lost songs and images.
In the morning hours of the Autumn,
The tree leaves were falling,
Everywhere on the ground,
And some were even falling on me,
Either to tell the universal truth,
Of the inevitable departure of everyone’s one day
Or perhaps to accompany me,
In that graveyard of all those,
Who were totally strangers for me.
After watching that grave and
Appreciating those tiny flowers,
I explored each and every tomb and monuments,
Standing in the memory of those British,
Who had lived a royal life during those days,
When they lived here and ruled my country,
For a very long time.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 18th Feb. 2012 concluded in Part 2
Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen
"Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen
In the memory of Sophia Rees Owen
The beloved wife of H T Owen Esqr.
Of the H C Civil Service, who died on the 27th
Nov.1834 aged 31 years 11months and 18days.
Leaving her husband and Six children to lament
Her loss. She was a sincere friend, a truly
Attached wife and a devoted Mother.......
CHARITY
Is the most honourable of all good intentions
To help those poor souls in need
We all have so much for which to be thankful
Our mission is to do a good deed
BEGINS
The task of seeking the underprivileged
Those truly in need of assistance
Doing our very best to make sure they enjoy
A happier and productive existence
AT
Very first news of someone in distress
Be there to offer your hand
Making sure things are contented at home
Then offer to help your fellow man
HOME
Is definitely where charity should begin
On that we must be consistent
Then share the warmth of our loving heart
And our happy and peaceful existence
©Jack Ellison 2012