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Premium Member One

onetime-
I was just    one child all alone
and I wrote one piece
a day of poetry
grandma said
take one day at a time

uniqueness     singleness     oneness         

one place      I loved
was the attic
I was the only one there
playing make-believe dreams
doing the one-step waltz with dolly

it was a one-sided conversation

and I said
dolly    I   for one    disagree
the one person I want to marry
will come one sweet day
and it will be a unity of two
and then I would sing her a song
in a one long octave note     monotonous

uniques
     singleness
           oneness

I liked to tell one line jokes for grandma in the kitchen
put on a one man show for mom and dad after supper

dad gave me a one dollar bill
for every poem I wrote
I still have the first one   he said
    be oneself
       take one direction in life
           
and I grew up   solitary 
to write poems
each one is beautiful to me
I'll get a break one day
one never knows about tomorrows

I hold dear    my belief   in
uniqueness     singleness    oneness

then    one sad day grandma passed away
I cried all alone    in that attic
I'll see you again one day   grandma

______________________
September 3, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/One
Copyright Protected, ID 15-705-869-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


For the contest, One, 
sponsor, Rob Carmack

Ninth Place


Premium Member Dizzy

DIZZY

         Carefree yet carefully careless.
          Prompt to break one in three pieces.
           Three being given, two he loses.
            Devoted in actions useless.

            Peculiar not to compare.
           A single piece without pair.
           If asked for tea, juice to prepare.
          Torn shoes work fine, not to repair.
         
           Not absolute total bogus,
            But derided, ridiculous.
             Talks meaningless superfluous.
             Guy came direct from Damascus.   
           
            As vagrant mostly lives in camp.
            Even if weather be damp.
           But in sports always a champ.
           Also, lovable chap as tramp.
          
           To identify too easy.
           A little bit weird whimsy.
           In odd work keeps himself busy.
            Who is he? He is the dizzy.

      08/18/19

                                           
                                          First Place

  Re-edited on 08/13/21

A Brian Strand Rhyme Me'

Contest by Brian Strand
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Resolutions Contribution

"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term: 
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill."                                                    ~ jamonkey.com

I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation

I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.

I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!

I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns

I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance

I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl

I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes

I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude

I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

I Will Not Choose For You, But I Hope You Choose Well

You are only just a baby girl 
Moms' forever happiest thing in this world
But one day you will grow up too
And will probably meet a guy or two

Don't let a guy treat you bad my child 
Don't let those little emotions run so wild
That you forget what you deserve
And end up settling for things less than your worth

I promise to not choose for you
But mom wish that you will choose well

My darling child you will fall in love
But pray for a guy from the good Lord above
Settle for someone who appreciate you
And making you happy is what he wants to do

Don't lose your voice in this thing called love
Don't ever feel like you're not good enough
Find your voice and stand up for what's right
Fight for your heart with all your might

I promise Mom will not choose for you
But Mom hope that you will choose well

Go after the things you always wanted
But not a guy who take you for granted
Love him, but not if you have to long to be loved
My child pray for a guy from above

Even if your little heart should break one day
Don't hang on to things not worth the stay
You can come to mom and pour out your heart
And together we'll pray for a good guy from God

Mom promise to not choose for you
But mom hope that you will choose well

I hope you will make the right choices in life
That to a good husband you'll one day be wife
A forever kind of happiness and being treated well
Not with a guy making you feel you can't be yourself

There is a chance that your little heart may break
Mom can't promise that life is a piece of cake
But you can come to mom and pour out your heart
Together we'll pray for a good man from God

Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But mom pray that you will choose well

Don't just give away your heart
Of your entire body it's the most fragile part
You don't have to keep your heart forever
But open it to a guy to whom your heart matter

You are exceptional and worth all the love
From the guy you prayed for, from the good Lord above
One thing that will make you sad 
Is if you settle for a guy who treat you bad

Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But my love mom hope you'll choose well

*Dedicated to my 11 month old daughter who will one day fall in love*
© BE Bailey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Breaking All the Commandments Too

God made covenant with Adam 
Be fruitful and multiply and have dominion
But he broke the pact with one act
God made covenant with Noah
He would never again flood the Earth above the highest peaks
God made covenant with Abraham
His decedents numbered as the sands of the seas
God made covenant with Moses
What God expected of us when we entered
      into the promised land
     guided by His hand
God made covenant with David
God would establish the bloodline of which 
     our Savior would emerge
     entering the world in a time of scourge
The New Covenant puts God's laws in our hearts
Provides repentance and acceptance

Although all along from Adam through the covenants
The Ten Commandments were known and needed to be heeded

So even though the Ten Commandments were not codified
          until the Exodus
God brining His people out of bondage and slavery 
And the commands
Of how to conduct ourselves when God reveals 
His truths and commands 
To all the peoples and all the lands
 
The Apostle James tell us that if we break one command
We are guilty of all
Here's Adam's initial sins that led to the fall:

Self love instead of loving God
Distrust, despair, pride, presumption and cowardice
He allowed Satan to get in between him and his queen
He didn't fulfill his responsibility as prophet, priest or king
He brought dishonor to The Father
Disobedience jeopardized his entering into the eternal Sabbath
       and resting in The Father
He murdered billions
He didn't protect Eve
He allowed Eve to speak to the devil
He allowed Eve to steal and failed his helpmate
He became like the father of lies by failing to speak up
He coveted God's estate
We are all guilty of sins of omission and commission
We do things we shouldn't do, and don't do things we should do

Praise Jesus Christ and God's granting of repentance 
That our behavior would be like our Savior, Amen
Post tenebras lux, after darkness, light


Chanukah Candles

I got my box of candles
With exactly forty-four.
I hope that I don’t break one
If it bounces on the floor.

Or maybe one’s defective
With a wick that just won’t catch,
Despite the fact I’ll light it
Using match plus match plus match.

Occasionally, one is bent
And will not stand up straight,
But leaving it behind, of course,
Is not up for debate.

A box of cards was always packed,
Since errors do get made,
With one or two more envelopes
Than for the cards displayed.

Yet candle boxes take a chance
That nothing will go wrong
And there will be enough each night
To sing the candle song.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Enough to Shine

Clean break, one intended for you. One 
only you can make.  
As the ceiling dims and floor decays,
there's still time for mending things,
changing your ways. 
    
Will it get old, will it wither away?
Of course it will, remember
from dust to dust..
shine anyway.    

Someone is watching, someone will notice 
in a year, two, or two thousand?
noone knows with any certainty,
especially not me. 

What's gone down in pages
will not be in vain. Never was,
your labor, your love.

Oh how strange, so wonderful, 
this, your moment.  
At the same time, 
always and never to be.

Can't promise it'll be enough, in a life. 
Only you can assess it's worth.
But what you do, what you will do, and what you did..  
in time, will be enough.

Premium Member Groveling To Stay the We That Makes Me

I want to be me, but I want us too. 
I am not me unless you are part of me.
I deserve one more chance.
Everybody does actually.

One mistake does not make a relationship
So why should it break one?
Especially a good one.
We are part of each other, for life.

You cannot discard me. Disrespect me, sure.
Maybe I deserve a bit of that, but we are linked for life.
We are blood; you cannot deny that.
I want to be me, but I want us too.

I am not me unless you are part of me
So forgive me. I am begging you. 
I know I am not perfect, but I am your imperfect person.
Whatever I have to do, I will do. Please just ask. The answer is yes.

Premium Member In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web

In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web,
a longing is born, a silent call, a sigh of the heart
seeking solace in the dream of lost love.
If we had love, graves would bloom beneath our steps,
and the chill of winter would be but a pale memory,
a forgotten dream under the gentle rays of spring.
Words, unforgiving weapons, would transform into tender whispers,
and deeds, sometimes cruel, would become protective hands,
in a world where only love sings its hymn.
Laughter, that bud of happiness, would blossom on faces,
wiping away tears and sorrows, like a divine balm,
in a world where only love sings its hymn.
If we had love, we would share our bread,
and our clothing, and the warmth of our hearts,
with those who shiver in the cold indifference.
Our souls would shine like angels,
guiding lights on the path to eternity,
in a world where only love sings its hymn.
If we had love, we would see the beauty in everyone,
sculpted by the divine hand, hidden under the veil of passions.
God has placed priceless treasures within us,
but we have buried them under the weight of sins,
forgetting that the talent received must shine.
But we no longer have love, we chase shadows,
getting lost in the labyrinth of fleeting desires,
and we forget that our time is a thin thread,
which will break one day, leaving behind only memories.
What we have sown in life, we will reap in eternity,
and then, what will remain of us, if we did not have love?
In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web,
a longing is born, a silent call, a sigh of the heart
seeking solace in the dream of lost love.
If we had love...
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Christmas Snow

“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from 
the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.”
                                                                       – Anonymous


Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention
when he became curious about Christmas tree lights
tangled all over the floor to the point of contention.
I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites,
so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension,
afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension!

That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back,
crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string.
I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack.
He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring,
landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack.
I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak!

Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content
to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe,
so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent.
But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow
letting me know that giving them up was not his intent.
It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent.

I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung
might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright
so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung,
then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight!
He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue.
That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung.

I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy.
While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in,
standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy.
Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin.
He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy.
A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy.

When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree
I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace.
Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea.
I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face
and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery
so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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