Long Becca Poems
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We are petals of marigold
In our innermost soul
Whether young or old
If the petals still in fold
in the buds are singed
or shouted at violating
the integrity in making
Maladaptation is obvious
Flowers are obnoxious
Parents and teachers
Priests and preachers
Be kind nurturers
Of the saplings and plants
No traumatizing no rants
Love of beauty and life
Husband and wife in step
Pep drive with love
For the tender buds above
Let us be poems
In the social page
Healthy gems
Birds uncaged
“The world is a stage”
You directors will decide
If the spectators would hurl
Brickbats or
Throw bouquets
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April 7, 2016
It shouldn't hurt to be a child- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Becca aTeagan
Yellow high heels shoes *** A sunshine day
Red high heels shoes *** Smiles to the day, in love with life
Black high heels shoes *** Elegant .....sexy
Pumps *** A busy lady
Shoes with ribbon on *** Love that little extra
Tall Boots *** Autumn is coming
Mountain shoes *** Full of excitement
Sneakers *** Matthew likes them
Colorful shoes *** A fun person
Shoes with laces *** Laces in many colors .... cool
Summer Sandals *** Happy with the air on your toes
Flip Flops *** Becca use them
Shoes that squeak *** Poor quality
Flats shoes *** Free and light on your feet
Morning shoes *** The day has not started yet
Gold shoes *** It is not real gold
Silver shoes *** Look how nice they shine
Glass shoes *** Cinderella
Bathing shoes *** Wet .....
Rubber boots *** Keep your feet dry
Great big shoes *** Clown
Grandma shoes *** Old and tired
Grandpa shoes *** Old and broken
Small shoes *** Cute little chubby feet
Borrowed Shoes *** Too big or too small
Party shoes *** So nice you are
Old shoes *** Buy new !
- What can your shoes tell?
05.09.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
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Rise Above It
The world exists in constant flux,
a yin and yang affair;
at times, the sun shines warm and bright
and sometimes rain brings dark.
And like the weather comes and goes
in forms, some good some bad,
just like a yin and yang,
some people in our lives become
a plus or minus in our heart
with constant flux begun.
And we must rise above the bad
for sure, we will know that
our sun will show its face again
within a new-born dawn.
And as the rain may challenge us
to stay indoors, change plans
with book or task at hand,
we rise above it, fill our hours
with happy things that cheer us on;
always, our glass half-full.
Some turn from us, we know not why
which makes us wonder, guess...
But negativity removes
what positive spreads out.
So keep it wrapped 'round like a shawl
and dance in happiness...
and we can make it right.
Ignore those things that pull us down;
lift up our arms, and hum a tune.
Just smile, and rise above.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest Number 15
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/22/2018
~6th Place
Premiere Contest: Uplifting
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 08/30/2017
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Rise Above It
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Judged: 06/17/2016
My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean,
desires to spread
through virtuous threads
with thoughts, reflections,
colors from within -
yet at any given time
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded,
my ink runs dry.
When your mind is weary
and words silently suppressed
like an empty fountain
your muse drains with scarcity -
take my palette,
let your artistry flow,
Illuminating barren scripture.
With you, my colors shine
more richly, my ink flows
to satisfy my need
to touch, and be touched
by beauty.
Together
we observe in clear definition
as unblemished pages
are no longer innocent.
Silent One collaboration with Becca Teagan
Collaborated 3 July 2017
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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done
Heidi always brings a smile
Brenda tempts my heart
Sandy posts poetic dreams
Connie’s whispered art
Gershon really makes me laugh
Maureen, she can write
Hello There and Andrea
make my mornings bright
John, who makes the soupers sing
Nina, she’s a hoot
Kim can pen most anything
Pixie’s words so cute
Sunlite you are number one
you’ve always been my friend
I’m sorry I omitted you
it won’t happen again
Anne-lise always makes me think
Ilene sure can rhyme
Brandy’s thoughts are beautiful
Eve makes poems shine
Limericks are Jan’s forte
Affection is Cay Cay
Alexis, Chantelle, Carolyn
take my breath away
A warrior who floats on wings
A very Silent One
Bobby May bring happiness
and Spock, no wait, his son
Disco, Beth and Jeanne are new
at least they are to me
Janice, Tania, Sandra Weiss
much talent in these three
Line and LuLoo and Dear Heart
well, what more can I say
So many poets I call friend
on any given day
There are a few from long ago
when I first found this site
I can’t forget to mention them,
it just would not be right
Charmaine, I miss her the most
Paloma just as much
White Wolf wrote some crazy stuff
Darren had the touch
Agnes, Leanna, Anne-Marie
all were friends of mine
Becca, Dale, Lisa, Sue
Poetry so fine
Christy, Daniel, Freddy, Lin
so many from the past
Forever doesn’t happen now
it seems some things don’t last
But back to what I’m trying to say,
before this poems’ done
So many here that I admire,
it’s hard to pick just one
So, thank you all for all you do,
the kindness that you show
I’m blessed by every one of you
and wanted you to know
Inspired by but not written for Bobby May’s Pick A friend on Soup poetry contest
Oh hell, I going to enter it anyway. I know it won't win because it doesn't follow the rules but rules are meant to be broken, right?
I looked high and low to find Becca's muse
I searched in the barn looked under a goose
For that strange fellow with long flowing hair
He wears interesting clothes and has great flare
In his pocket inspiration is kept
He sprinkled magic whenever she slept
We are sad she hasn't written in days
No more poetry to read and to praise
I keep up my searching, him I must find
Without her verse I'll go out of my mind
My search ends after I look every place
He hoots and hollers he so loved the chase
"Go back to my friend she misses you bad,
if you rush back she will truly be glad."
He smiled a broad smile and bid me farewell
"It won't be long, she'll have stories to tell."
Sometimes a muse must gather inspiration
Running from me his little vacation
So now he's back with her where he belongs
Soon we'll read poetry and lovely songs
Dedicated to my friend Becca.
Work in progress
At the Door of a Friend
With footfalls heavy to this door
Where I would see my friend no more
What comfort could I hope for me
Now you’re gone to destiny
No more welcome of the hand
Just empty space, a rift in sand
And no more face with smile of glee
That heralds informality
Where will I go to search my soul
Who will help me reach my goal
Who will stab my selfishness
Put my mind at ease, at rest
Call me up with sports results
Suffer my insane insults
Mark me as a friend indeed
Be there, in my time of need
Your light was always on for me
The truth I now stand here and see
Those times of sheer belligerence
Those wasted hours in ignorance
The fallouts that we often had
Those times that always felt so bad
Were only testing of our strength
To know what friendship really meant
Opens the door, she passes note
I read the words therein you wrote
That scribble, that once so annoyed
Is more welcome and enjoyed
I smile and read how this is neat
As all my words above repeat
And more to know when I am gone
To look and find, that light still on
Written 24 April 2013
For Becca Lucas Contest;
What a Friend Really Is.
You’ll never know how much you speak to me
I just can’t fathom the beauty that I see
Your heart goes out in everything you do
Your mind spews rain of music so true
I am lost in the light of your unimpeachable words
Everything around me, in me, feels so damn absurd
I futilely try and fight a battle never won
And realize that I am already gone
Ooooh
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
That I am mesmerized
You can see it in my eyes
Am I blushing?
Am I rushing this through?
Are you laughing?
Oh damn, he knows it’s true
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
Oh so mesmerized
He can see it in my eyes
Knowing you’re far from mine
You’re words still stop all time
Because you’re so damn sublime
You’re simply out of this world
So just get out of my mind!
Oh! I’m mesmerized….
If there was a way inside your mind
There still wouldn’t be me to find
You’re moving so blasted fast
And I just can’t reach the mask
Man, it seems so useless, to try and make you see
That I want you beyond all reason, knowing it can never be
As you thrill the crowd, as you kiss the girl
I’ll just stare at your pictures, wishing I was her
Ooooh
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
That I am mesmerized
You can see it in my eyes
Am I blushing?
Am I rushing this through?
Are you laughing?
Oh damn, he knows it’s true
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
Oh so mesmerized
He can see it in my eyes
Knowing you’re far from mine
You’re words still stop all time
Because you’re so damn sublime
You’re simply out of this world
So just get out of my mind!
So lost, so gone, this war was never won
Mesmerized
* Dedicated to the singer Anthony Snape,
And...a secret person that no one shall know about! Muahahaha! (except Becca)
We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden
And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl
Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream
That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement
Know very well how to rise above the holy terror
We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife
And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs
Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around
With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed
Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants.
We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul
And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle
Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air
That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance
Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples
We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs
Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
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June 13, 2016
For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Becca Teagan
(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)
*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry named Tarry.
The ferry felt lo, fore he was week, and he was inn knead of sum meet.
He bald, “Whoa is me. Eye cant even stand hear awn my own too feat!
My pour hart is braking, and I’m inn pane. The last thyme that eye eight
was daze ago. Ewe sea, I’m inn uh hays and due naught feel sow grate.
Eye parish and long fore whine and ham. Even bettor wood bee lam!
Butt eye wood settle four uh peace of bred with sum suite bury jam!”
Prints Hairy new he had sum mince, sum Tick Tax that **whir inn the pear
of gnu read genes he war. He took them out and waived them inn the heir.
*“Lickerish to, eye halve write hear!” Prints Hairy tolled the ferry.
“Its naught much, butt pleas dew eat. Later awn, wheel dyne and make marry.”
Prints Hairy placed the ferry Tarry aun his pail ***wight hoarse.
Then aweigh the roil with the ferry hastened aun his homeward coarse.
Awl day long they road and road. ***Wen the ferry started to grown.
Suddenly, from the hoarse, both the man and ferry whir throne.
Hungrily they paste beneath the setting son and threw the knight.
They pressed awn until mourning. Hairy’s residents came inn cite!
Prints Hairy’s wife had supper ready, and she’d maid uh pi.
From udder happiness, the ferry thought that he mite dye!
She *heeded up they’re food four them. They both had groan sew pail!
She listened as the ferry Tarry tolled his tragic tail . . .
of how heed lost his weigh and, four food, had knot won crumb
until her deer spouse rescued hymn. At last, his prints had come!
Written April 10, 2015, using homophones from various lists.
Note: I did not use letters, for example, U for “you” ; they were not on the lists I found.
Neither was “hee” which I was going to use for “he.”
The main list used was The HOMOPHONES LIST of John F Troutman and Joy A Miller
* these are a few more homophones I found on Wikipedia’s list.
** these homophones appear on Homophones.com, perhaps the most comprehensive one.
*** These homophones, perhaps antiquated, are from Suber & Thorpe British English