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written for Constance's 'Tribute- To A PoetrySoup Poet Who Has Passed or A Missing Poet' Poetry Contest
A hungry ghoul came to my door
Demanding sweet treats, nothing more
When I offered broc'li
The ghoul flashed his “cockney”
(I don’t open doors anymore!)
a limerick by Carolyn Devonshire
My dearest Carolyn,
I miss our daily chat;
the tears and laughter shared.
You were a diplomat -
so tactful. How you cared!
My dearest Carolyn,
a clown whose grin was bright!*
I keep that photograph
and always say, 'Good night.'
(You'd smile but wouldn't laugh).
My dearest Carolyn,
I know one day that we
shall get to hug - we'll speak
and laugh again. I'll see
your face and kiss your cheek.
My dearest Carolyn,
I miss you...
* I have a framed photo in my bedroom that Carolyn once sent to me - LOL, she's dressed as a clown.
Dear precious heart, I just have one question;
May I love you with the love of God?
Can I hold you with the arms of Christ?
May I kiss you beyond your soul?
I shall not spiritually, ever let you go;
~
And may I pray for you
And may I stay in love with you
And may I worship our God with you
It’s true…
~
O’ dearest love let us reason;
May I continually pray for you?
And in due season;
Can I hold you in the bonds of Christ?
May I love you as God loves us;
And may I pray for you
And may I stay in love with you
And may I worship our God with you
It’s true…
I shall never let you spiritually go;
You see I love you first for your soul;
...alas after all this, just my love is just
a one which you can trust
And after all this...
and may I
3/10/20
Strand Choice C, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I can keep you safe from harm
That is lurking in the night
I can protect and keep you
From prowlers hidden from sight
I can shield you from the glare
Of the sun that wants to scorch
I can chase demons away
I can set the fiends to torch
I can stop you from sinking
Wrap my arms around you tight
I can pull you to dry land
Be your warrior in a fight
I can shield you from the truth
That can pierce your tender heart
I can keep you dry and warm
When deluge from heaven starts
Oh, but my dearest loved one
I can’t make this promise true
From my passion and my will
No safety is offered you
I cannot lend you safety
From the storm of desire
I can’t offer you shelter
From passion’s scorching fire
I can’t keep you from drowning
In the torrent of my need
And I cannot hide you from
My frenzy on you to feed
I cannot vouch protection
From the raging of my heart
I cannot promise you now
I won’t tear your clothes apart
Perhaps I better leave you
Never look upon your face
For your eyes, your lips, your smile
Will make me storm that safe place
I’ll surely leave you exposed
Defenseless against my will
And because I know all this
I will leave you tranquil…STILL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Dear Super Man,
My name is Blippen Snickel
of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge
of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be
sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel
WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy
have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn
you that green Kryptonite is used to power the
Fissen Fussulant, were Blue Kryptonite may have
been used since it is most potent in it's use in this
application. Why did these scientist want green
Kryptonite: but only to exclude you from meddling
into there affairs.
Around the Equator of Mars
a Two Mile deposit of
ice-water have been found
under the surface.
It has been said that if it melted
it would completely cover the surface
of the Red Planet 1.5 to 2.7 meters deep.
The Gamma 22 device with the Blue Crrystalant Amplifier will create a Martain Water world. There The Legion of Doom shall introduce the meanest and Vilest creature from every corner of the known and unknown universe.
Dear Superman have you the courage to be there?
Sincerly Yours
Mr. Blippen Snickel
"Aka the Doomenater"
Like an impetuous dash of time
Everyone are frenziedly falling in line
As we all eagerly await at the carpeted floor
The arrival of our charming celebrity in allure.
Gents got pretty roses… white, yellow, blue and red
Eager to see the majestic beauty -- so great!
We, ladies make a toast with the best champagne
Cheering and wishing while her confetti rain
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I sing first in solo for my dearest friend,
Wishing her all the happiness which never end
May all the desires of her heart be fulfilled
And her birthday wishes and dreams be achieved
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I play the sweetest melody on my piano
And everyone jigs and sings for her, too
I recited sweetly my dedication poem
As we give our loving hugs, kisses and roses in bloom.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
October 6, 2015 8.25pm
A Love So True
A love so true is what I’ve found in you my dearest one!
The depth of our shared emotions defy all description,
As they excite and enchant every aspect of our lives.
A love so true is a quest I started long ago to find you!
One so special with that undeniable smile and laugh;
One possessed with that rare angelic heart of gold.
A love so true binds us together even in strife and tribulation!
We find our shared thoughts and love do sustain us each day.
We renew our passion and commitment without reservation.
A love so true blessed by our Lord God in Heaven above!
He watches over us now and gives us His true love always.
We walk in His divine path now, two souls forever as one.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 13, 2016 (Unrhymed Tercet)
When threat, doubt or danger treacherously
loomed over me, I felt the despicable
untruthfulness of most friends
whose mouths were volcanos
erupting, destroying what I had built:
that stronghold of trust towering
over them when their trustworthiness
would have gladden me. ..
not being torn apart by their
misdeeds and pretenses.
I listened to mom when the tide rose,
when the turbulent waves battered
the defenseless rocks on any winter's night,
" My dearest boy, watch out for the slithering
serpent who makes no noises, but attacks viciously
in an instant." Then her words made no sense,
their meaning wasn't caught; today, listening
to their echo, I am against the foe in a tempest!
And I relentlessly fight to free myself from
the rage it creates while faces of mockery appear,
their laughter loudly resonates; I cover my ears
under the heavy sheets to block out their sound,
" You still listen to mom, grow up and come with us,
live life! Be a man like us, doing whatever delights us...
there's no limit in what we can do. Who's going to be
to be there for you when she's no longer around?
Not one of them is alive today, they pursued
their false dreams and pleasures, lived life
their way and abused alcohol and drugs never
singing an anthem; their wives deserted them,
their kids never loved them in those tender ways.
I have overcome every struggle and every conflict,
fought every battle by being much stronger than them!
The portrait of mom on the opposite wall
looks straight at me as her happy voice
returns to speak, " Take my memory with you
to brighten your day, you will live long for having
been obedient to me and having loved me;
my nurturing spirit will guide you through
many storms approaching, I will allay each fear. "
The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors.
Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay?
Would it were the same with all of my dolors.
But age hasn’t washed any of my dolors away.
I finally saw hills as old as me,
and it was a pitiful sight to see,
with many a crevice and facial scar,
and so, pointing at the hills,
I asked my dearest wife, Shar,
"Is that what I look like?"
She said, “No, that's is not what you look like.
That’s what you are."
Only two o'clock ~ still an hour till it's three.
Time's passing slower than eternity.
Now it's four, and as even the clock's cuckoo can see ~
I'm having trouble with this end-of-life monotony.
How much longer till it's five o'clock ~
and I can put this head of lettuce on the chopping block?
Tick ~ tock ~
tick ~ tock ~
tick~ tock...
That's life ~ in a game with grandpa ~
running down the clock.
As I reflect on my old body’s daily decay,
I wonder ~ did God really mean to do it this way?
Couldn't He have let me journey to life's end, whole and entire,
instead of having part after part of me periodically misfire?
You assert emphatically, "Yes! He really meant to do it this way!"
Okay.
When you're old, you know what's really insane?
It's when you're going down memory lane,
but you find nobody there
with whom a memory to share.
And you wonder ~ am I in the right brain?
My route home seems to have been mislaid.
I have a feeling I've walked way past the Fire Brigade.
And where's that street
where the park and the bicycle path meet?
I'm completely lost! ~ My God!
I'm so afraid.
One thing when you get this old
is that your body can get so unbearably cold,
because your skin gets so thin,
it lets all the iciness in,
and then a hot partner is worth their weight in gold.
You know how it is
when cola loses its fizz.
That's kinda what happened here.
And what can I say but, 'Sorry, my dear?'
I kinda feel like I've flunked the pop quiz.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead.
Rather have everyone don a motley party hat.
And if anyone's inclined to cry,
please say, "Don't shed a tear for this old guy,
cuz he's gonna live it up ~ in the sweet bye and bye.
"Each Day Full of Wonder"
Some see only,darkness.
Living in agonizing, useless bogus fear.
Not only demoralizing, but dreadfully frightening!
If you are blessed to have a friend that has your back,
Like a ship in a stormy sea, they will show you how
to set sail and tack!
He looks up at the glories of God and the sun!
He lifts your chin off the ground and tells you not to run!
A stellar friend like this, oh heavens, such a dear blessing.
Poet's name a dearest secret.. to keep you guessing!))
Thank you, dear friend for never insulting or deserting me.
A first-class human and poet you are!
I have learned so much from thee!
~~~~~~~
As morning arises and grogginess continues to overtake
The smell of something brewing suddenly helps one to awake
Stumbling Down the stairs with eyes sunk low
A Sweet aroma lets each subject know
That sips of glory are just about to be there
The tortuous suddenly becomes the hare
Black with sugar some days cream
A symbol of the American dream
Oh how the warmth flowing down ones slide
Quickly sparks a mental drive
Cup half-filled than a cup filled to the top
The day starts off with this essential stop
To the kitchen with excitement at hand
Only a true coffee drinker would understand
Roosted beans with a variety of flavors to fit each soul
Charged and ready the consumers goal
The king of the castle
The queen of the pot
I pity the person who goes shopping Sunday and Monday morning realizes what they forgot,
So thank you God for roosted plants that deliver stimulation,
And early morning motivation,
A College student’s dearest friend,
For once you start drinking coffee you’re never going to want it to end.
written by:sabina nicole