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The Awful Word Death

The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the awful death word! 

Will all frighten when that time comes? 
Shutting windows to shelter ourselves
from an imaginable cold worsens existence;
it's not winter yet, gather common sense!

A menace is horror to whomever perceives it
as an imminent demise, a sudden sorrow that
persists and torments feeble souls intensely shivering;
insidious voices transform all moods and well-being!  

Whoever detests old age will have his own pain
to bear when he comes face to face with reality;
and the one who uses his young body to entertain, 
escapes it from it a while, then encounters fatality!    

Declining years show their signs on faces,
unbearable is the isolation from a society
that abuses and scolds the enfeebled minds,
all they ask for is understanding, not mercy!

Are they able to withstand the fury of the rainstorm,
the fret of desolation amid screams and crashing noises?
And despite their strengthless, fear and deviating tones,
nothing delights them more than the soothing calm!

They have lived a life with very noble ideals,
no affection they withheld from their peers;
and having completed their devoted human task,
they'll go serenely as they came into life to be brisk!

It's so clear too us that who chooses to live in dreadful darkness
decides to disregard what's sacred indulging in wrongful pleasures;
and for the ones who strongly believe in a gratifying, divine purpose,
they pave the way not with gold but with something very grandiose!

The greyness or whiteness of hair shows actual age,
it's not complaining about wrinkles, moods and looks:
it's the absence of compassion, kindness and closeness,
take away these three from them and they'll feel rage!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Cathexis

Psychic energy that is misspent on an idea, 
perhaps an object, and often on a person,
is referred to as a cathexis, an action 
to satisfy an urge or need that can worsen.

In his explored psychoanalytical theory 
of personality disorders, Sigmund Freud
theorized about this rather unhealthy drive 
in which a life can be hindered or destroyed.

He believed that psychic energy is found 
within the id, the ego, and the superego
The id directs a person's most basic needs,
deviating reality, but just how far will it go?

To satisfy the fanatic compulsion it craves 
it can throw someone's energy into disarray,
This personality disorder is totally cognitive,
borderline psychotic, leading the mind astray.

Ego cathexis is a median nature of narcissism
causing a break down of stored up emotions.
Anger may occur, irrational to say the least,
often filling the brain with devious notions.


May 9, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What I Love Most About Poetry Soup

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There are many poems here written in any form.
Standard types are with those deviating from the norm.
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Members and others come from any part of the world.
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So there is the total opinion that you get from me!

Robert Pettit  January 9, 2012
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sacred Valley

Veiled amongst massive granite rock formations of El Capitan and half dome
Lies picturesque valley exhibiting numerous majestic waterfalls’ grand splendor
Thunderous cascades of gushing cold water bouncing happily over rocks
Attract explorers from all around sphere making them flabbergast
Dancing water droplets flickering like glitter in sun rays
Make visitors pause and amazed showing shimmering rainbow waves
Thrilling and exciting experiences of saturating misty trails
Soak audacious hikers casting enchanting shivering spells
Seeping and dribbling streams deviating through giant sequoias and pine forests
Enhance beauty in spectacular ways alongside gorgeous wildflower displays
Perseverance of strenuous hikes to waterfall base
Bring trekkers immense gratification at attainment
Miraculous effects of golden sunset light on mountain range
Illuminate tower of Half Dome in dazzling shades of red and orange
Small heard of deer resting in meadow watching traffic ways
Appear happy and content listening to nature’s tale
Tired visitors returning after long hikes and explorations of trails
Beam with smile filling their hearts with views of backdrops of cliffs and twilight sky pallet
Glimpses of Mother Nature’s many scenic wonders in the valley bring sacredness
To ones who feel her love and affection to the fullest
Form: Rhyme

Wedding Anniversary

 Hey my Sparkling light from heaven of blue sky,
       Marrying You,None of the path in life is empty without Your love!!
You are the dawn turning my night into day,
       Nature  residing in You is the god's gifted creativity,
Life is been delighted with wonders and joy's being with You!!

Hey my Weatherbeater, with You everyday rise with the Upstream and 
vanish my worries,
       You are Staggering force of water with whom I wave!!
You are the Iconic Prism of my life deviating a beam of romantic ness all 
around,
       Stopping by life's biggest question you were the one who took my     
       breath away!!
You are the like the Seaboard bracing the sand and getting dissolved in 
passion of Love,
       Hey my Jewel casket, I feel secured in your sheathe!!
You are the one who always glimmer amongst all the planet,
       Yes Your Lovely smile stucked between paired lips always pleased me 
absolutely in its own way!!

Fabulously enduranced my soul,
       Artfully You committed!!
Wanna fleet admirally along with You,
       Hey my prismatic light, being with You spectral colours bloomed in my 
       Life with Your refraction!!
Something apparently sensed , something made us connected,
       Something arised our feelings, something exchanged our emotions!!
Something made us hear the faint phantom bells from the heart,
       Yes Your Stupefyingly impressive attitude, integrated 
       orientation,Extravert disposition connected me!!

Blissfully You call me as darling, addressing me as Your Life partner I really 
felt blessed,
       Conjuring togetherness had made our life magically beautiful!!
Wooing with You, days is passing amorously graceful,
       Hey Colorful palette, Every shade in You made me feel stimulated!!
You ignited fire in me, Aroused craziness to its height,
       Setting sun kindled the sky with red and orange ,likewise You spread 
       the flames of love drived in every route!!
Tying the knot, we eloped away.. created wonders everywhere!!
© Maddy Sp  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Didactic


Premium Member Transitional Autumn

the seasons always treated him with all kinds of rain shine and  storms

but he was never the fall guy and enjoyed deviating from dogma and norms


with fresh springs in his step he rebelled as if there was no future tomorrow

which brought him satisfaction and joy but also fierce rejection and sorrow


summer brought heated adjustment to society’s wishes and compromise

he sold out for a while became calmer but was still rather foolishly unwise


now he is in the autumn years of his life and calls for reflection and balance

but harmony still eludes his equilibrium and sometimes he drifts into trance


the rational mind fights with the emotional counterpart for solutions in vain 

does not always resolve differences and contradictions and leaves him in pain


but while his branches get brittle the roots shaky and leaves turn into fine dust

of winter composure with longer shadows he knows that all seasons need trust



12th September
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member That About a Face

That About A Face

Previously responsible concerning an adolescent resplendent facial hallmark,
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments,

Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates in a whimsical hallucination,
Face delicately immersed in a penny-filled wishing well made full by an Irish spring,
Whereby, encroaching four-leaf clovers anticipate deviating hands to favor,

For a wealth of squishing palms to rub gently the verdurous lucky
chartreuse petals,
Against foretelling fluctuating skin with moisturizing balms that saturates the aged cavities,
Alas, rebellious slaves to periodical moons ebb the epidermis as once kept promises reneges,

Former fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy of an ample supply of suppleness o'er a lifetime,
Where cherished glorious heyday occupied a magnificent proffered face for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content to gracefully tender the waning years for a fair measured distance as a camera poses for a closeup. 

2019 December 22
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Nonconformist Idealist

A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.

Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.

He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.

Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.

________________

March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick

Premium Member Maze

A ll of a sudden, a
B ird, dancing down 
C ame to me in my garden, said:

D estined, you humans are, with
E xcellent knowledge gift.

F ar above, among all creatures, you are
G od equivalent, priceless,
H omosapiens, the exceptional species.
I n what helpless maze you act? And smiling
J ostly, mischievously at others, what do you get  from exploiting the weak; then watching excitedly others writhe in pain?

K now, I want to, said I: O bird! say it with complete pride; that your household seems running with ease, even in all round scarcity;
L ittle space is there on the edge of smallest branch for your nest, yet your family seems to be enjoying out there, without any quarrel or any violence.

M e and other birds alike, said the bird, we find stability, in the swinging branches and the leaves that the tree and nature provide; through which rays of sun beam life to us; we shed our day's tiredness in nature's lap, in the evening when stars are bright, they ensure our future well being at all times.

N ot aware of your destiny, continued the bird,
O foolish human! O pretender of progress!
P utting on a facade, always! Thinking youself to be most wise and efficient! Why don't you remember meaning of the humaneness given to you? Instead, the

Q uintessential creation of god, 
R eeling under the sinuous spell of your greed puzzle,
S hedding away all modesty and etiquette,
T attered it, you have, conspiring, plotting, turning.

U nderestimating your own potential, far removed from self, sowing seeds of sin, destruction,
V acillating, seemingly happy in temporary comforts, trapped,
W orrying, not of future generations,
X enophobically inviting mankind's end
Y ou are twisting, deviating and have lost the wise paths shown by
Z en and other masters in the past and have hit nature's retaliatory wall.


28.6.2020

Premium Member The Occasional Crazy Guest

There's facts and small truths and jokes about life,
Canned laughter and the occasional song.
And there's always argued political opinions,
From big to small, right and wrong.

The guests talk, on topic, of their own field,
Never deviating from what's in their head.
And I listen and think and ponder and learn,
On the informative ideas that are said.

Of course there's the occasional crazy guest,
Living underground in the housed up bomb shelter.
Believing world war three but forgetting air conditioning,
So freezing in winter, then in summer they swelter.

And the ads, the commercials of modern,
Selling things to folks on the go.
It's our weekend airwaves filled full to the top,
It's our local radio show.
Form: Quatrain

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