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Do i have to first change my name to
Poet Destroyer to top the list,
Or add my all three names like
Carol Sunshine Brown to come second?
Is it wearing sun glasses like Andrea Dietrich
In my profile picture that mandates me,
Or welcoming Soup freshers like SKAT-LOVE does
To be in the top four?
What does it really take?
Is it all about the P enclosed in the yellow star
Like the top threee?
Really?
What about suZ-D who is number 98 with that gold P,
Did she not harmonize her name like
Charmaine Chircop who is on 20
What does it really take?
Should i say its all about being a lady
To be in the top nine?
Or else its because in poetry men come number ten?
If so
Thanks to Vince Suzadail Jr. who made it there
And our own hero Becca Lucas who sealed the 100
Does it really take that?
Should i say its all about the profile picture?
Then i would have an answer for sharon weimer
who came on number 11
Would Carolyn Devonshire say i am right on that?
I dont think so not our number five
Then what is it all about?
Should i say its all about the US flag?
If so then thats why Linda-Marie SweetHeart came on number 6
But what about Robert A. Dufresne who is below
Vicky Tsiluma a Kenyan?
On that One has P and the other lacks a photo
I got it the former has no photo
So am i right then?
That to be on this list you must not be from Africa?
No at last i disagree with my view
Because Wilma Neels is on number 38
And…99 Adeleke Adeite
At least that's kind of fair
To Africa
So do i have the answer i wanted?
No. Nott until i went back to my poems
And made a great discovery
These are the same people
Who put ink on my poems
These are the people i read their poems
And i curse my mother for feeding me
With pumpkins
These are the poets we all treasure
The famous 100
who deserve to be on the wall of fame
Even now i guess they are the people
That will drop comments on This
As others read, get bored and walk a way cursing my master piece
Not caring about Killing my dreams of becoming 101
I think that's why my all links have that number
101 love poems from Rodgers Roger
Yet i posted an elegy
These are the book worms
That know punctuation better
And can determine a right type of their poem
These are the ones who never post stuff like
,./;'' am trying ';./=/
Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding
Gracefully embracing inside visions
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond
Under the moonlight silver gleams
Her silhouette reflecting light
Princess wearing golden horse shoes
One mane in softest satin silk
Regally standing mustang wild
Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free
from a curse cast on her beauty
by an evil wizard
To be the only winged unicorn
of it's kind in the world
flying into softest cushioned clouds
She dances and sings,then she stills
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute
And there She sees a gorgeous young man
lying on carpets of evergreen
along with his father,and mother the queen
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way
They took him to her
They glide above them
then to the promising celestial sky
they flew away baby blue
infinite their love.
As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own
He knew he loved her and had to hold her
Never to leave him all by himself
regally standing mustang white
His eyes were fixed into hers...
To her he went with joyful tears
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears
As then he whispered behind her ears
You are a unicorn and I'm a man
but with no other my.heart will share
I ll make you mine if you say yes
The first winged unicorn as a princess
Then he kissed her upon her neck
and a strong wind just pushed him back
From a white horse. ,fair lady She
had now won over her destiny
The prince's lips removed the curse
Now she is his ,as he is hers
Overflowing his heart
in sweeping golden joy
forever on deep sands
living always together
in everlasting happiness
written by Liam and Charmaine
a fun write dear friend
Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins.
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins.
Look both ways when you cross the street. Always stay close to your friends.
Lighted homes. Festive decorations. Porches. Pumpkins. Invite!
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site.
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night! Not lose or tight. Just right!
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes.
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.”
Stay safe! Look around! While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch. Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear? If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends.
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense.
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense.
Fun you will have! Enjoyment too. Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware! Need HELP? Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens.
To write in verse, some witches curse. And drive sanity ‘round bends.
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends.
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate. Waiting with treats is a lark!
Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen
Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.
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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?
We are so different
I am smart, you are less so
I am a man, you are a woman
I am trump, you are poor
I am beautiful, you live in a sewer
I have castles, you’re lucky to have drawers
I am peaceful, you are the extremist
I have armies, you have child suicide bombers
I have coffee, you have tea
See the difference between you and me?
I wear clothes under my head, you wear masks over
I sing songs in my sanctuary, while you chant the jihad
I have my god who is righteous; you have a god that sings of terror
My god is great, yours is a fraud
I ride in a limo, you ride a gay camel
I drink fine whiskey, you smoke camel fags
We you see… are as different
As night is to day
As sun is to moon
As Cain is to Abel
I own the castle you live in the stable
Goats and hogs your only staple
Now when we were in the hospital
Me so much better than you, you see
Both our sons sick of leukemia
You being so different and less than me
You cried, and you wept, and you wished yourself dead
If your child should live, you'd give all you ever had
Its then I saw, I’d do exactly the same
When you offered me a tissue
I confess I felt a wee little shame
Whatever hate you may or may not have had
Lifted, when you saw the child was your only lad
And when I saw this humble startling revelation
I realized how narrow and condescending I was behaving
So maybe we both learned a lesson of Job
A pity such sadness and pain had to bring
The realization to us both
We are not so different after all
We now drink tea in the olive gardens
Telling the young if they chose to listen
There is a better path, of happier wisdom
By embracing your fellow man
No matter race, color or convictions
Start with a smile
Make it last more than a mile
Great things happen
When us, the people take action
Yours truly
Two fathers
Of this world
Thank you Charmaine for the constant inspiration!
PLEASE SAVE US MANATEES
By The Poets Listed After the Poem
Practically perfect people in speedboats tease us manatees.
Long ago, as “mermaids,” we could swim the seas free as the breeze.
Even though propellers have replaced natives' canoe paddles,
A manatee's underwater world need not leave him rattled.
Swimming slow through shallow waters we're not looking for a fight.
Each one of us is trying to live free from this man-made plight.
So we glide below the surface in our one-piece swimming suit.
As we splash along, with no G-string thong. Wow! That's really cute.
Vibrations we send you, saltwater salutations please heed.
Endangered you call us we're thrilled; safe passage is all we need.
Under shallow sea my little calf died fish hooked in her feed.
Scar so deep by human's deed, my baby gone in red-hot bleed.
Months of cold weather, inland, slowly, we travel warm rivers.
Allure of warm waters, drifting, feeding, no chilly shivers,
Now, the government wants to remove our protective label.
As if toxic foe and loss of mild winter was a fable.
Tell our painful story now, by written word or moving song,
Each passing day our prospects dim-our future may not be so long.
Every person can take part. So, one and all please share your heart.
Save us manatee take action now. Search the web; find out how.
CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire,
Robin Gass, James Marshall Goff, Barbara Gorelick, Sean Kelly, Ruben Ortellao, Patricia
Prescott, and Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
I would like to dedicate this poem to Carolyn Devonshire, whose favorite animal is the
manatee.
Link to SAVE THE MANATEE Action Group.http://www.savethemanatee.org/action.htm
http://www.savethemanatee.org/talte.htm
http://www.savethemanatee.org/ta_miami-dade_mpp_8-09.html
With trembling hands I tore into my gift
My heart a flutter at what I would find
Out of the box, tiara I did lift
Sent with love from subjects, loyal kind
And nestled there, what else did I espy?
Bejeweled combs to place in raven hair
My eyes filled up with sparkling tears of joy
From sweet and loving words so filled with care
My soul has struggled long to find some peace
At times bereft of strength to carry on
These poet friends have helped to bring release
My heart with tender kindness they have won
So tell me not, my kingdom is not real
Tiara tears proclaim just how I feel
Eileen Manssian Ghali
At times people insinuate that my poetry community is not real. How little they know. I want to thank FJ THOMAS for the poem she posted a while back, “The Kingdom of Ghali,” in which she graciously gave me the title of QUEEN! This was the first step in a process of restoring my faith and confidence in myself. The next came in the mail a few days ago. What can I tell you? THIS GESTURE MOVED ME BEYOND WHAT WORDS CAN EXPRESS. FJ THOMAS sent me a tiara…and hair combs, to sparkle in my hair and remind me, that though I am going through difficult times, I am a “QUEEN”. In there were greetings from my loyal “subjects”…..Drake Eszes, Richard Lamoureux, Becca Lucas, and Jack Ellison. There were also three letters. My mother on the soup, DONNA JONES wrote a poem that squeezed my heart in the most loving ways ever imaginable. I LOVE YOU, DONNA! Charmaine Chircope send me her love and hugs which just made me glow, and of course, FJ Thomas…the woman behind it all……wrote me lovely words that will have my heart singing for a long long time. I’m wearing my crown…there…in my photo, but most importantly…I’m wearing it in my heart…FOREVER. It’s good to have REAL friends! HUGS
My Prayer For Today
Time to Reflect
Your Love I'll Ever Bear
The True Mother
How I Loved You
The Blessing
Being Honest
Silent Faith
Beats in the air
Green Oasis
Love shouldn't be so hard
- we'll all break
Daily Dose
Spread It All Around
One sip of Chai
Do It Your Way
In Flower Fields
You saved my soul
Angel Returned to Heaven
To the one I love
___________________
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20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
4th place in the contest
This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me
We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry
After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand
I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date
I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please
A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand
On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine
I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss
I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl
Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace
We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet
In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun
The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
Rhythmic explosions
As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared
We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
Loving charms
We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing
For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "
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