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A poetrySoup convention was once a fantasy
But this forthcoming June it will be a reality.
Ottawa, Canada is the chosen location
For all you poets it’s an open invitation
On your booking form use code 423
And get a discount on the entrance fee.
Poets will travel from countries afar
By train, plane, boat and motor car
Converging on Canada for this event
In line's garden in a super deluxe tent.
Poetry readings with dancing and singing
A full sized bar for chatting and drinking
Line is looking for best poet of all time
So enter your sonnet, haiku or rhyme.
So do come and join us for three days of fun
Long range forecast is good with plenty of sun
On the very last night and just after dinner
Our host will speak and announce the winner.
Start making arrangements and book your seat
It's a golden opportunity for all of us to meet
And if it's successful and I am sure it will be
So same time next year so keep early June free.
Written on 7th March 2019
For The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention poetry contest.
Sponsored by Line Gauthier.
As exemplary as a High Priest
and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber.
Respected amongst his colleagues,
reverenced by His subordinates,
distinguished, honorable and set apart.
Then came the moment of Truth
like the refining fire which may burn or may purify.
A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again,
but a situation to break or to make him.
This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance
already anticipating to do it at once
creating an allabi with occurrence in France
and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance
Not minding his activated self-repugnance
certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance.
If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance.
But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance.
Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans.
He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance
and success among all has no concomittance.
This is the start to his enjoyment galore
but can be forever hunted by the Law.
The heaped pressure pressing more and more,
but what the Hell! It's just one flaw.
With a blessing so raw,
attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw.
Thinking of his glory and celebration
and already holding his blessing
like a woman in lactation
yet a part of him suppresses
his whole in castigation
making him feel so useless
like a man facing castration
forcefully taking his freedom
and peace in extortion
Just about to make the decisive move,
he resisted the push and forgot about the groove
having in mind, something to prove
he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"
Acquiescence begets hegemony...
Think Putin whose forename
Vladimir translates as great power,
whose singular minded aim
after lobbing bombs into
second-largest country
by area in Europe after Russia
incurring voodoo spells
foisted upon president of Ukraine
forced neophyte politician
Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy
to buckle and cower.
Meanwhile many another leader
cherishing their slice of freedom
quakes in their boots
dumbfounded, horrified, tight lipped
as Russian bird of prey
swoops down analogous as buzzfeeder
to seize global totalitarian power.
Not far fetched dystopian nightmare
to envision every country
spanning webbed wide web
subservient to his majesty
where pay obeisance
to his honorable premier
who issues commands
at his Kremlin headquarters.
Aforementioned worse case scenario,
whereby every waking
and sleeping second
under watchful eye
all social media platforms
under henchmen of Putin regime
monitored, governed, controlled...
by self anointed unnameable nemesis
their doomed fate constituting
penalty of death wasting away
amidst Gulag Archipelago
(happy haunting ground
of many a dissident)
if anyone among bajillions of serfs
heard to badmouth, denounce, find fault...
with despotic, cruel, bristling, autocrat...
Meanwhile, these remaining cherished
hours, minutes, and seconds
before United States of America
forcibly plundered, usurped, yanked...
(at threat of nuclear bombardment
courtesy you know who)
might choose to swallow
either cyanide, hemlock,
overdose on anti anxiety medication...
versus forced to become submissive
toward our "benevolent" leader.
Truth be told even Trump
yours truly would prefer
yet fat/slim chance
such a golden opportunity will occur,
though rumor abounds were
pee you tee eye en able to clamor
access and excel at supremacy
(as seen in a powerpoint presentation)
there would prevail nary a murmur,
nor peep among the human league
only dogs and cats would be privileged
to express themselves,
viz courtesy to bark and purr
and actually be treated as royalty.
Up, up, up!
Get up, now!
Get out of bed...
Now, sleepy head.
Leave your bed unkempt.
You'll return
To make it later.
A dormant golden opportunity
Has decided to flee.
You have faster legs.
Chase after it.
Catch it by the tail, now.
Someone just as eager
Is on the chase, too.
Of this, I am sure.
Opportunity is on the move.
Now is the time
To quicken your pace.
Who will catch its tail first?
Your competition? You?
In nature, it is endowed with awareness.
Enduring apprehension in my heart
The dueling duress of beatific and vile start.
Our hearts sank as the words startled us
In duty to the Antichrist and his army,
Swarms of fellows with distorted mind.
They spew the vile toxin, all eyes fit blind.
To gullible and rotten, skies droop stormy.
But something wields a dull consciousness.
Defense forces sent by immoral angels
Never will we accept evil spiritual labels.
You can apologize and escape darkness.
When a disaster occurs, we will all join then.
And I pray that God sends you his blessing.
Satan army will die, and his delight ceasing.
These unafraid antagonists converted again.
We still have the golden opportunity to change.
Errors have been made throughout our history.
Note that this is a warning of a dire mystery.
This moment moves toward the hot range.
Written: October 16, 2022
From the very depths of my inner being I cherish Poetry Soup,
without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen sheds her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece “Downward Plod,”
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began,
how I cherish every moment spent on Poetry Soup
A green chunky over stuffed frog named Turtle
one tortuga de rio
went home with a little boy
The little red-headed imagination drenched boy dressed Turtle
in camouflage
and held him close each day
The little brown-eye fair skinned boy
did case studies concerning everything about his
Ninja who loved to play
This camouflaged crafty warrior
who parachuted from lofty heights without cracking his plated shell
and definitely came alive for this frog named Turtle was not in any way a
toy!!!
This frog who became tortuga terrestre and entertained the little boy
now resides in a drawer awaiting
His golden opportunity to come alive again and parachute from lofty
lofty heights...
Alas! The little red-headed brown eyed fair skin boy now
wears
a military uniform at school
and carries a wooden gun
Ninja Turtle can no longer fight for he lost his little boy!!
Inspired by: Cyndi McMillian's contest
Written: July 26, 2014
Studies have been done about turtles and it was found that they love to play..
Tortuga de rio is Spanish for Turtles who live in the sea or water loving turtles
Tortuga terrestra is Spanish for Turtles who live on land turtles
For a relatively brief period in their lives,
they touched base with luxuries that they could
ill afford; with culture unallowed by both desire
and time. Their days were spent committing crimes
that fed their addiction to drugs. But at a rehab
center, they were reintroduced to some of the finer
things of life.
Teachings of Christ were at the heart and center of their
belief system and the hallmark of their program. Moreover,
there were other venues of culture that greatly aided in
their success. Among them was The Zoo.
Into their lives came the Museum of Science and Industry.
There, they could experience being connected to a reality
that improved rather than destroyed civilization. There,
perhaps they would connect to a challenge, a vision that
could assist in changing their lives. Such visits by them
must have been amazingly interesting and arresting;
enabling them to capture a fresh view of human ingenuity.
A new and broader view of the real world was also presented
to them by way of the Planetarium. Awesome observations of
the vast universe so unlike the average American city that
had limited their drug-infested lives. There was so much 'out
there' yet to be explored; so much 'in them' yet to be tapped.
The Zoo was another favorite place to go. Was it simply
a place to observe animals, or was there so much more
to be discovered? There was a golden opportunity to
reevaluate the use of cages, fences, barriers, and
partitions. Perhaps an ex-felon would conclude that
crime does not pay and that freedom is priceless.
I cannot be certain, but I suspect that the men
taken to such venues, especially the zoo, came
away with a greater appreciation for the good life.
One cannot help but realize the value of having
the wild in captivity, and at the same time acknowledge
that every living creature deserves and demands freedom.
051223PSCtest. Constance La France
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words
Word Choice: Zoo
By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi
pact wrought since time
immemorial bye and bye
temporarily, symbolically,
and unwaveringly
superstitions, phenomenal mysteries
jaw dropping eve vents out of sky
explained where within fie
foo fighting mythological
pantheon, the dualistic forces
of light and dark
didst die whar,
yours truly did e'er lee ask why,
and simultaneously warily eye,
whence no idea why
aboot twelve hours prior,
predictable regular
tug of war try
ensued, when twilight didst sigh
leant lee enshroud
the dusky sky
light speedily seeped away,
hence nightly raiment
of Astraeus predictably quashed,
nee wrested with nary a cry
this September twenty ninth,
unusual wakefulness state
crafted golden opportunity
didst nudge me fort hoo try
to maximize spate of bright
tailed and bushy eyed,
state, which rare
quotidian event, I
unfortunately rarely espy,
cuz my circadian rhythm
usually well nigh
finds me sound asleep at least
til mid morning this guy,
thus flush with more
energy than usual aye
make a feeble (minded) attempt
to nudge, kickstart, and coalesce,
viz nebulous thoughts within my
fog enshrouded noggin
unable, unaccustomed,
and unwillingness
relented for me to pry
opened tightly shut – cubed bricked
hermetically sealed
steel trap eyelids
ocular orbs didst defy
Herculean dramatic attempt
yielded futile tussle,
where outcome brought
stellar surprise high
hoe, a spectacular dawn
scene rarely seen by this guy.
The sole key...
to the kingdom
of heaven. Imagine that...
A golden opportunity!
The secret window...
to an opalescent garden
always closed, now open.
A golden opportunity!
The ghost..
of a chance that comes around
once or twice in a lifetime.
A golden opportunity!
Tantamount to...
finding a diamond in the rough,
a miracle occuring..
a golden opportunity!
So rare, so fleeting...
a golden opportunity.
One would be foolish...
not to seize it instantaneously!
Date written: 10/05/2019