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I have a friend I’ve never met.
She lives real far away and yet,
For her I have a great affection;
There’s an absolute connection.
If I passed her on the street,
We likely wouldn’t get to meet
For how she looks, I have no clue;
Her avatar will have to do.
And since that is a dragonfly,
It won’t help me identify
This poet from the Isle of Man
I’ve come to treasure, dear sweet Jan.
Her verses are a joy to read,
The humour almost guaranteed
And many on the Soup receive
Supportive comments she does leave.
We Soupers are a lucky crew
But if you’re in the favored few
Who call Jan Allison a friend,
You’ll understand the poem I’ve penned.
(for the "Pick a Friend on Poetry Soup contest
sponsored by Bobby May)
Corina's piano
played in Waterbury
on Tudor Street;
that's where a small crowd
would gather by
her open window,
and hear her new song
with a 3/4 beat
and happily sing along...
despite the sizzling heat.
I've moved back to New York, this past May,
and I sing the Opera Buffa on my empty stage;
dreaming of being of a younger age!
Corina recently moved with her mom,
sister and two brothers to PA;
and there she plays the Fifth of Beethoven...
imagining a big crowd at sixteen:
bringing on her ingenuity and charm.
Corina's piano is a small Yamaha
that she loves madly, and in no time at all,
she learned how to play The Walls of Jericho...
bringing to life the courageous and handsome Joshua!
Corina's piano, once belonged to me then,
and I spent much time playing a Mozart's Symphony No. 10.
In the quite suburbs...
nothing exciting happens, anyway;
only Broadway and The Metropolitan Opera
can lift up a dreamer's ego in wealthy America.
I may never be acclaimed as the great composers,
who were favored by fame,
and Corina has many chances at stardom...
while I sit, at this piano, and play the music of yesterday.
Entered in Juli Michelle's contest
on 9/ 11/ 2013
The child's name: Corina, Age: 12
Written by Andrew Crisci
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone
Mountains, and forest, but wetlands, favored,
but what do they know, they're just their pinups.
The whole South to Arizona's, bordered ...
trees and boulders serve their choice of hole-ups.
Cracker Butterflies, wings flapping sounds named,
be protecting domains or mating calls.
Speckled species ruse camouflaged proclaimed,
hangout mid-afternoon, ... plus, if rainfalls.
Twenty of their kind, perched heights notes which kind.
Birds are the death of them, ... Jacamars, lead,
--shared realms. Defense-like poison is defined
as pointless, hence, disguised tactics succeed.
Diet: fruit rot, dung, and tree sap-sweet gum.
Placement perched will measure the life of them.
A krutsinger’s a banshee bard
who wards off Dends from in her yard,
a place that’s filled with sprites and gnomes
and tiny little hobbit homes.
Her observations, somewhat skewed -
hilarious, but never crude.
The source, it seems, does me elude,
but from her pores, they do exude
(I hope that she won’t find me rude.)
So I suggest we name a form,
and let the krutsinger be born.
Just take a thought, however strange,
and with your pen then rearrange
into a sprawling raucous rhyme,
insert non sequiturs like ‘lime’.
In truth, the lines should be a good bit longer,
for as they grow, a krutsinger gets stronger.
Delightful rhymes, these, in the whole -
a bit like playing whack-a-mole.
One never knows who one meets there:
a witch, a frog, a talking bear.
So sit down with a favored cup;
another batch is freshly up!
He came night after night.
I don’t know how long he favored me
in such an appreciative manner, but I
was most pleased when I realized it.
We had moved back into a property
that had been rented out for nearly fifteen years.
The clean-up was one tough job because the backyard
was filled with more than a few of 'this, that, or the other'
that had to be trashed. So, when my neighborly friend
was spotted patrolling my yard one night, I was more
than elated and grateful to see him.
He took the same route each night,
and we did make eye contact. But I purposely refused
to formally meet him, because I did not want to become
close to him. So, I never bothered to offer him food or drink.
For reasons I will never know, he ceased to make his rounds.
During the tenure of that treasured neighbor, the rodents
disappeared. But I’m very disappointed with myself for
keeping a wall between us. He deserved better.
Sometimes I feel sad because comparatively, I gave him so little.
But I must say that I have always been very appreciative of
the kindness he shared with me. I shall never forget the
dedication with which the neighborly cat donated his time
and served me so faithfully.
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You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Flattering though that sounds I must confess
My first love is chocolate - sad but true
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Hold that thought even though I love it so much
Must let the dog out before he drives me insane
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Just looked - no lustrous stars in this sooty sky
But stay for chocolate drizzled cake - I do insist
I drink in your fragrance
Tasting the flavors, your moistened lips
I heard something of interest today,
Chocolate doesn’t go to the hips
Kiss me ‘midst the maples
Kiss me ‘long the shore
Kiss me o’ my precious one
Now and ev’r more
Its thirsty work I must confess
This kissing and walking along the shore
A chocolate sundae sounds rather good
At that quaint little place that I do adore?
I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
My! you do know how to set the mood
I can’t go past this - you do know me
The night feels right the lights are turned low
What’s this the video has stopped? Hello!!
Johnny has left the building? Just when I wanted more
No matter- my debonair poet of delight
Conjure me up some George Clooney tonight
Well set aside your chocolate pie
For Hollywood is coming by
And as you explore your favorite star
I’ll enjoy that Hershey bar
Oh Fickle Heart chocolate second placed?
From gold to silver - it’s now displaced
Footnote:
I’ve used George Clooney as he is globally acclaimed as the most favored flavor in the ratings.
Personally, I favor the more 'Bono' type - (I love his voice)
Paul David Hewson, known by his stage name Bono, is an Irish singer-songwriter, musician.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green, poet extraordinaire for sparing some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 12 July 2017
Midge Sue could never please her mother
She was an outcast, not her brother
If she folded clothes, her mother would refold them
Laundry was never expected of brother, Jim
If Midge Sue cleaned the kitchen, it was not good enough
You are a female, her mother said, you need to get tough
No one was tougher than her mother
Who also favored Midge’s little stepbrother.
If Midge Sue prepared a meal, it was deemed “bad”.
Her mother’s negative opinions made her sad.
When she was eighteen, Midge Sue left home for good.
Found her tribe, who built her up, said that she could.
No one put her down, they built her up and loved her too.
She never returned home, our wise woman, Midge Sue.
Hmmm... let's start with the Saxons,
and not forget when they got their groove on.
If it wasn't for the seax, and the -ons,
we wouldn't be friends but talking like the Ottomans, mon.
by Martin Braun
3/14/2020
Note: The seax is a long knife, thus a group of people were called Saxons.
Long in the day, the Saxons cross over and dominated 80% of the England portion of the U.K., then combined forces to run out the invading Vikings. Needless to say, the Saxons also drove off the Romans at the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest, thanks to Arminius. And with a coalition of competing empires and the Holy Roman Empire which included Saxony, drove off the Ottoman Empire in the Battle of Vienna. The 90,000 to 300,000 battle in Vienna was certain to fall to the Jihad, but God favored Europe and the world, and the Ottomans were defeated.
Midst the flit wandered mist of lame Autumn
tethered vestige suns, seas a riverbed
failed wanton seasons a whole third it saved
absence to course unforgiving outcome
to no avail, tooth and nail have they none
in favored sway Summer's full weight reversed
subtle eve of Earth's slumbered leaves embraced
whilst silhouette's danse, scales seized near bottom.
The flicker of light dew quench the needy
flora and fauna famished and focused
tour past the befallen qualm in despair
flits a blue, grey encumbered white-knotty,
the beaten lain quietude art dye cast
Wicket's Gate, windswept free ... Winter is here.