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Born and raised in Brooklyn,
with a poetic heart to write.
Anticipated in making friends,
all poetic forms bring him delight.
With a love for ice skating,
at the Franconia Notch Lakes.
Inspiration is set to verse,
from the photographs he takes.
He winds down with opera music,
Carmen and Turandot are his fav’s.
With a natural love for writing,
his poetic words get great raves.
Enveloped by English gardens,
and spending time in museums.
A yearning for reading poetry,
led to spending time in athenaeums.
His stomach has it‘s craves,
and asks for Italian delicacies.
Being with family and friends,
are his utmost priorities.
Ann Sexton & Ogden Nash,
are his timeless inspirations.
Annie Lennox, a favorite musical,
concludes this dedication.
With sincere gratitude,
and poet-to-poet respect.
I chronicled the honest likings,
of poet, Mr. John Heck.
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Dedicated to a fellow Souper,
John Heck for his support.
Born and raised in New Jersey,
A true hearted Jersey girl.
With a natural gift of wordplay,
Poems emerge as her pen swirls.
With a love for children, music,
Animals, words, and people.
She lives by the golden rule,
By making others feel equal.
Bearing a kind and caring heart,
She makes friends forevermore.
And spreads her love at home,
With her family and 3 Labradors.
She loves to joke around,
And making others laugh.
Here’s a tribute to our friend,
New Jersey’s own Robin Gass.
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Dedicated to Robin Gass
for her neverending support.
the will to move on, from the mind body
and soul.
people say I couldn't do it.
people said I couldn't last in this life.
and that I was a mire image in this life.
I know how it feels the hurt,the loneliness.
I've been there, I never knew what love was.
I was afraid to love someone.
I was afraid to go around others,I know how
it is? freak,monster.
People say cruel things about us.
I understand it.
but now I have people to care about.
and I won't let them down one bit, there the
people in my life.
and the will to move on.
they shown me the path.they shown me how to
love.
I have a reason to my life, and a reason to
move on.
my family and my friends
It’s Maysville Kentucky’s own,
Laurie Ginn writing her poetry.
Snuggled down in the hills,
There’s no other place to be.
With an active happy life,
Her heart overflows with joy.
She loves our Heavenly Father,
And has two 6’2” teen boys.
She has a love for nature,
Being in the midst of conifers.
Hiking deep in the woods,
Is a spiritual experience to her.
Sitting outside under the stars,
Illuminated by the fire’s burning logs.
Listening to the beautiful music,
Created by the crickets and frogs.
No on can leave the campfire,
Until the fire burns out naturally.
For she can stop dead in the road,
Amazed by the beauty of a tree.
With a freedom to love and give,
She aids church and disturbed kids.
And when her music is turned up,
To turn it down she forbids.
Her words flow like the Ohio River,
Poetry Soup showcases her skills.
Her inspiration is all around her,
Nestled in the Kentucky hills.
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This poem is for Laurie Ginn,
a fellow souper and friend.
For her suppotive comments...
It’s Oklahoma’s Native son,
Blessing us with the beauty of words.
As his inspiration is set to verse it,
Stampedes our minds like buffalo herds.
The rhythm of the pen is felt,
As his haiku’s are cleverly composed.
With passion and true emotion,
As the love of his heart’s exposed.
He’s a true Sooner at heart,
Crimson & white from head to toe.
His American flag proudly waves,
As the strong Oklahoma wind blows.
He’s indigenous to our region,
With a vast love for native land.
His name is Steve Edmonds,
And a master of the shorthand.
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Dedicated to a friend of mine and
a fellow souper, Steve Edmonds.
Thanks for your ongoing support.
We have gone two years side by side
our love has grew,with nothing to hide
Skinbob you are everything to me and more
that`s why i love you to the core.
When i awake each morning next to you
i`m filled with love, and would certainly do
anything at all that would put a smile
and fill you with happiness that`s worthwhile
Any of my efforts that can make your day
you know that anyway,you don`t need to say
happiness,contentment and a few other things
is what cements our love and certainly brings
A man and a wife,from me and you
if people can`t see this,they ain`t got a clue.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKINBOB
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Her golden heart is shining,
Her love is everywhere.
Her comments make our day,
And are sweet as an éclair.
She supports all the poets,
With a love shining so bright.
PoetrySoup wouldn’t be the same,
Without Sharon on its’ site.
To be the community giant,
We’re all that mountain climber.
But will we beat the points,
Earned by Sharon Weimer?
She’s always on her game,
Blessing us with her time.
Raising the bar so high,
For all us poets to climb.
She’s leads the PS pack,
She’s a fantastic word trooper.
We are blessed to be graced by,
Sharon Weimer, the super souper.
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Dedicated to Sharon Weimer,
for her caring and supportive heart,
that blesses us timelessly.
Gone almost half a millennium ago,
Here comes one of your kind;
A mind ever ridden by the chariots of Muse
And who rest never can find
Until he ceases to refuse
And empties the weight of pen.
Your great grandchildren still love your art
And so dear you shall forever remain in my heart,
Each day I read your eloquent verse
When low moments I want to pass.
' To His coy Mistress' methinks was your best
written under Muse's forceful behest,
For no mortal can such a nugget craft,
Unless they intoxicate the throes of superior art.
If I were the Giver of breath to the fallen,
Andrew, I would resurrect your noble soul;
But your shall remain forever stolen
By the quiet and bliss of the tomb,
Perhaps till the congregation of the chosen few
Who include repentant gurus of letters like you.
Now two things we share in common,
That were to me recently known:
That your father was a honored clergyman,
And mine a revered reverend who served his turn;
The second thing we both love the beauty
And the dazzling splendor of art's alacrity.
Now, rest in peace and in undisturbed bliss
And let your offspring's rhyme your spirit please!