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A rainbow took my breath away
Whilst on a train one summers day
Her vibrant arc I was in awe
Though folk beside me never saw
With heads bowed low they missed the show
The screens their windows, don’t you know
All Mother Nature’s flawless gems
Score well below the latest trends
Written 28th December 2019
Lay poetry
8 lines ~ 8 syllables ~ AABBCCDD
POTD - 29 December 2019
Contest: LAY IT ON ME 8X8
Sponsor: Charles Messina
1st PLACE
Contest: Strand Select 6
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
1st PLACE in Best New Poems
16th - 27th January 2020
Published in a previous Poetry Soup Anthology 2020
You hear so many say, “Forwards,”
a slogan of the day,
especially amongst lefties,
it’s all some of them say.
As if it’s always a good thing,
an unbreakable truth,
(Not to mention an easy sell
to young and unformed youth!)
But a fish moving forward
within an eagle’s claws…
does not matter how fast it goes,
it ends up in his jaws.
Going forward when stuck in mud
just makes the matter worse,
going forward when data’s wrong
makes your whole system hurt.
Going forward on the wrong trail
gets you all sorts of lost,
going forward when in the wrong
will just get your case tossed.
The communists pressed fast-forward
to build their worker’s state…
the killed one hundred million souls,
no utopia to date.
Nazis said they would go forward
and rebuild Germany,
we all know how that path ended,
in death and tragedy.
The War on Poverty would move
us forwards, they did claim,
but handouts just bred dependence
that to this day remains.
It seems that when they cry ‘forward’
they always stomp your rights,
and all they’re moving ‘forward’ to
is controlling your life.
Is it right to move forward for
a youth gender confused?
Forward to lies and ridicule,
and self-deletion too?
Was it ‘forwards’ to for force people
to take untried vaccines?
Youth heart problems and cancer spikes
now come upon the scene.
Was it ‘forward’ to rig the vote
so none will trust again?
Set the grounds for a civil war,
the only question, when?
So many people who cry this
lead you down a dark path,
and most don’t see what hell awaits,
most minds cannot know that.
It seems to me much better to
not try to force a change,
every time we try to do that
it multiplies the pain.
Society is a living thing,
it evolves over time,
and looking back on history
most of the time I find
the natural process of change
brings a better result,
better ideas continue on,
the flawed notions get culled.
And thought it may seem rather slow
to one man’s point of view,
it certainly slaughters less folk
than ‘forward thinkers’ do.
And it should be said bringing back
a past approach that worked
is not shameful, it just shows that
from our mistakes you’ve learned.
Although I am a ***** white Queen
let me reassure you
I can be just as mean
or as green,
Mr. Clean,
as any fascist
conjured in your wildest
wettest dream.
I can kick my ruby RightWing heels
and hold my greenly skanky breath
as long as it takes, tis true,
until you eventually agree
to turn less boring white
and unenlightened blue
It's true,
I can spread my fascist net,
get in line with Straight White Men
with penile envy
of dark-skinned vets
you never could acknowledge seeing
in the singing shower
much less slurping
in your homophobic panic
nastiest place to hide
just yet.
Although a ***** male Queen
married to the blackest man
you've ever seen,
You may rest re-assured
I've clearly found it true
as red
white
and blushing blue:
Once a person
and a nation
has tried black,
There's a whole lotta happy folk
don't care to go back
to refight a civil war
against a white flight bully bore
Supremely self-chosen evangelists,
y'all just help me
deeply snore.
You think
and feel,
know
and spiel,
I'm rotten to my core
because, like your sissy sister
it's men this male adores
But, if men were good enough
for your sainted mother,
and hers too,
and my two,
let me introduce this thought
to you
It wouldn't really make you
all that blue
to admit just maybe
all that pleasure
could suit a special man just fine
too,
But, don't worry,
be happy,
I'm not the least bit hot
for white bread
RightWing you.
It's nolonger a matter of chatter
Folk better walk the talk
No man can tether the weather
But can save himself some stock and flock
Gather honour for the Heavenly Father
His fire to stoke and to wear His cloak
So that as the year will further, His blessings will lather
Best wishes though just but wishes
May they come true to you, you and certainly you
May you tread without leashes and swim like fishes
That much you may do and profit too
Take what life teaches and what devotion reaches
Eat of the year's bread and stew, drink of its rivers and dew
Have all that the heart cherishes and the mind relishes
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023 ????????
K. Muitherero
Darkness descends and most folk
Are slowly wending to their bed
But, across there in Knotty Ash
Some Locals are stirring instead.
The residents of Diddyland,
Where the sun always shines,
Are pulling on their working gear
For night shifts down the mines.
The Diddymen of Knotty Ash,
That dedicated working band
Who supply Jam Butties to
Buttie shops across the land.
Ecologically efficient,
Cosmetically sound,
Jam Buttie mines are carefully
Landscaped to the ground.
With a bus service to Bootle,
One as well to Liverpool,
Not far from the motorway,
So the Nation’s favourite fuel
Butties of class and style
Can be shipped off to feed
The band of gastronauts
With discerning dietary need.
There’s an outlet store in Liverpool
Where one can sample the stock
Conveniently situated in
The shopping park on Albert Dock.
And all those happy residents
Looking for amusing things to do
Can ride the National Network,
Called Cycle Route number 62.
There’s contentment in Diddyland
And the area is rich in cash
Thanks to those Buttie miners
From their suburb of Knotty Ash.
In remembrance of that comic genius, the Late Ken Dodd who created and peopled Diddyland and its Jam Buttie Mines.
Cabinets of plenty
Are only in dreams
For por folk
Of meager means
Sustenance becomes game
The one with the money reins
Obligation yields just enough
To wet the thickened veins
Movement around food
Becomes slithering on the board
If you are going to win
Subtleties can never be ignored
Hyper-vigilance at the core
Influencing the communication without
Never allowing true desire
To flaunt the heart about
This may be news to regular folk
Who have never known scarcity
To eat and drink without thought
Is truly a precious gift of rarity
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
I do not know a soul in here
and the opposite is true.
I crashed the damn shindig
well disguised. I blend right in
yucking it up with the party folk.
I'm hiding behind my face mask
and baseball cap. I'm taking it all in,
enjoying a salty dog cocktail
The mood is as festive as ever!
Everyone's dressed to impress!
Hors d'oeuvre is making the rounds
and I'm munching with the party folk
The revelry is insanely loud
and I'm whooping it up with the party folk.
Everyone is having too much fun
to notice I don't belong.
They're partying like it's 1999
I assume until the break of dawn
God knows for what occasion!
Beer and wine flow unremittingly...
and I'm drinking it up with the party folk
The DJ is working overtime
playing all sorts of catchy jams.
Music is blasting and poppin'
and I'm grooving with the party folk.
I'm in such swell company,
just having the time of my life.
The party reaches a fever pitch!
Uh oh, here comes the cops,
to shut the whole shindig down. Darn!
Fictional write submitted for...
Party Folk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Date: 12/12/2020
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
Maradona, ice palace princess was more formidable than we knew
Her reputation was startlingly modest, said the soothsayer, Lou.
She led the dragon brigade in January, stated snowy owl, a friend.
Her army annihilated the enemy, I mean to a devastating end.
Heaven’s pink angel bird messenger warned us of her arrival.
We wondered if we would be able to thrive, or just hope for survival.
Crystal cavern frost monger told us of her daring and dangerous feats.
Some of the stories were so outrageous, I listened to all the repeats.
She is on her way to winter palace, it has a few powdered blue roofs.
It might still have some dents on it from Santa’s reindeer’s hard hoofs.
Maradona rode on a white burly elk by way of Lebrabreeze valley.
She is the kind of ice princess you do not want to find in a dark alley.
The dragons were snarling, growling, and looking for places to hide.
Maradona is dangerous, she kills folk everywhere including outside.
Don’t be fooled by her fabulous rhinestone-like ice crystals and smile.
She has slaughtered many in this country, she has cunning and guile.
Cats and dogs were hiding in snowbanks, covering up with blue snow.
Guardians of Nostradamus society had barely any place to go.
We were frenzied when white elk marched Maradona up the frosty hill.
Glistening snow was silent, ice crystals adding to this January chill.
Diabolical Maradona can give you dreams, from her translucent wings.
Her pearlized crown is amazing, the envy of presidents and kings.
Her wisdom and whimsy whirls in so fast, you are thrown off your feed.
What else in this world would her sentinels, the white wolf dogs need?
Although I could count the petals of a flower
the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight
like a seed of hope always seems to foster,
the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night.
As I venture into Summer's golden warmth,
expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart
like an old folk delve into his youth,
and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort.
The splashing river grasps within my soul
as if I would find my inner peace
to let go the pain and its faults
with the sun shining on my face.
Having a desire to transform my life
into a love that is sweet as a nut
as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe
with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout.
As I find myself feeling strong and blessed,
thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength
like a little sprout had been sowed,
Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides.
(When Courage finds Love and Faith)