Long Hales Poems

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Premium Member Adieu

Amidst the “pitter-patter” of diamond rain droplets,
As though tearing the soft womb of the dark sky like rockets,
Lightning “crackled”! As though electrified, thunder “rumbled”!
Will my hopes, like brim-filling drops from a pot, get tumbled?

I am hurt often by rocks of failures “flumping” on me,
Human life seems to be a poem full of irony;
He's the twenty-fourth soldier killed within twenty-four hours,
“Rustling leaves” and “whipping” wind used to sing of his powers!

Romantic scenes sound like death knells in sudden turns of life,
Waves of pains might be “crashing” in the heart of his young wife;
Hales seems to “snap” and asking where the future might leads to,
Soldiers saving the nation “whooshed” into undying woe!

“Booming”, “banking”, like the wars we fight; our lives dawn and end,
Sometimes “swishing”; sometimes “swooshing”; routines roughly resent!
Born with the breeze! Gone with the wind! Who cares, here, about whom?
Life is to live! When one lives, another is in the tomb!

Dead leaves “rattled” like my soldier friend's well-starched uniforms,
Others may hear mine tomorrow amidst “howls” of the storms;
Singing the romance of wars? Get wounded! Killed! You will learn!
When none left to cry for you, truths of life you will discern!

Stop your “gurgling” now, O River, rushing to join the sea!
Pay a short homage to my friend, who's like you in great plea!
Empty, he has commenced his journey to know what is more!
Lay him on your “laps”; reach him safe, to the eternal shore!







18 October 2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Form: Rhyme


One Magic Night

One magical night I endeavored to reach that beautiful blue moon that 
Neptune was so enamored with.  6.7 arcminutes,  as I moved closer  in   
Electromagnetic energies drove me to the archway of the heavens 

Mesmerized by its incandescent light, I was transported to another realm
Acoustic sounds of Angel voices, pulsing lights and Celestial vibrations 
Gradient falls of earthly flowers vanished from my view as I rose up, 
Imbued by a  nocturnal aria I lost myself inside a moonflower's  bloom  
Caressed by serendipity each shiny stars was a windfall of Grace   

Neptune lanterns of even glow hung off a crescent moon.  Oh what joy to  
Immaculate my soul with all its pristine hues of blue.  She shone bright as a  
God of eternal messianic love, she was the key to every planet's open door  
Hallelujah hales of sweet rejoice. I was bathed in a crown of light, at the  
Tailwind of midnight, a rocking motion from that magical blue moon. 

June 28, 2022
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Poetry Friends

Jan is so kind, she's versatile with her pen. 
She hales as the Limerick Queen.I really 
enjoy her wit and sense of humor.

Freddie Robinson's poetry often "wows"
me for it is deep, down to earth and one of 
a kind.

Then there's Andrea, I really like her style
not to mention she can write anything.

Heidi has the ability to create lovely pictures
with words. She often supports her soup
friends. I admire her work  alot.

Connie Wong is another poet that I enjoy. 
She excels in most forms. I especially like
her writes about family and love & romance.

Anne- Lise(Sun Shine Smile) her poetry rocks!
She often supports and encourages her soup
friends. She is the sunshine of the soup.

Gershon Wolf's poetry often makes one think,
or laugh, I enjoy his pen.

Oh I can't forget CayCay, her comments
are always so deep and genuine.

Paul Callus, is another poet that I really
enjoy. His pen is amazing.

Jennifer Proxenos a new poetic friend 
from across the pond. I enjoy her pen 
very much.

WW's poetry is poetic and deep, and he
really embraces his poetic friends like
family. I like his style.

Richard is such a staple here, I have
admired his poetry since day one.

Silent One has always been one of my
favorites on the soup.

Chris Green is so kind and his gift is 
amazing .I'm a fan of his pen

BW, ( Dear Heart) her poetry amazes me
whether its is dark or filled with love, she 
draws you with every word

Victor, I really enjoy you poetry, you are 
great story teller and an encourager.

Vijay I'm often in awe of you work, I find
it deep and poetic

Tom, you often stop by to ask me how
I'm doing, not to mention your poetry
very good. 

Lyric Man has always been one favorites
on the soup.He writes from the heart and
it's in shown in his work.

And Bobby maybe I may be disqualified because
you are near the top of  the list ( As far as Favorite 
poetic friend goes).


The list goes on and on. I apologize for
the poets I didn't mention. There is too
many how could I just pick one?


Inspired by the " Pick a Friend(s) on Soup Poetry 
Contest

9-22-19
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member . F.T.W.(Oil)

.       F.T.W.
F.ree  T.he  W.aves
f.REE  t.HE  w.AVES

F.ree T.he W.aves!!!
Is what they say,,
Got my self some true tales
About the world today.
Oil job site fails.
Poor Sea World has to pay.
I found many black sea shells
Oil got in their way.
I wanna claw my nails.
On B.P.for turning our sand to clay
I can sit and give details
How they ruin our ocean bay
Instead I'm sending mean E-MAIL's
Expressing anger for their oily display.
How their stupidities drop our sales.
I hope they choke while eating a sea buffet
I hope someone feeds them sting-ray tails
As they drink coffee at there sea side cafe.
Everything sooner or later prevails
And ocean life will once again find a way.

God send them rain hit them with heavy hail
It's to late for B.P.to pray..
2 months of a  black grave trail
((LOL)), B.P.you angered the US.A.
Getting off easy with no jail
That does not make things okay.
I will not wish you all to go to hell
After making the ocean a bigger body of dead prey
Your clean up time is slower than a sea snail
Many uncalled dead seagulls are found in your oily decay
Funny how the president takes the heat of your bail.
You screwed our blue ocean water to a stream of black and grey.

An oil site ran by a higher percent of males
Oh well what can you expect and say.
With the world in the way of oil spills.
Is like B.P.oil's is saying F.T.W.anyway.
While we the protesters say, F.ree T.he W.hales!!!
F.T.W.=free the whales!!!!!

=(contest)=

Premium Member Life abstracts 3 X--

Life abstracts

4 short breaths of –hales
Acknowledging breathes ins/outs 
God’s kiss life itself  

~
Touching my beating heart so throbs my chest explains up and down 
   
My souls delight my spirit embrace embodiments of joyous love 
           
Merrily so abound within my vessel my crown thinks about 
~               
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
I am created and sent down toward open terrain shown
Through the fallopian uterus carried so dwell in
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Encased in darkness I AM purest light barren
Eating the lot of earth breads of leaven sown
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Expression sessions of second days of procession

"Life abstracts  3  X” 








12/21/23

For Short form Poetry x 3
 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chetta Achara
Form: Other


Premium Member The Lord is my Captain


                                      The Lord is my Captain

                              The Lord is my cherished captain,
                                On His vessel my life isn`t vain,
                                  My faith in Him never wagers
                                 My trust in Him never shatters.

                                  I am bound for a long voyage
                              That calls for the shine of courage,
                                  I`m not assailed by any fear
                                  As to His words I do adhere.

                           He steers the ship to path that`s right
                             And resplendent with sparkling light,
                              Evades channels that are too tight,
                                    Arousing my inner delight.

                             My captain guides me stormy gales
                                As well as the tumultuous hales
                                  To surmount with tranquility
                                    And mind full of serenity.

                                 The darkness of the horizon
                                  Nor the depth of the ocean
                                 Does inspire in me any awe,
                                But instils my spirit with glow.

                               At my venturous journey`s end
                                 I`m delighted to reach a land
                           Where the spark of light ever shines
                                And the clime is ever sublime.

                                  It is a land that has no end,
                              Where everyone is a true friend
                              Where I and ego have no place
                         And lies off bounds of time and space.

                             I pray that His grace and mercy
                              Rest with me, and I am worthy
                               Forever to serve at His shine
                               And the Trinity that`s divine.
Form: Quatrain

I Experience Inappetence Yet Nevertheless Hunger For Victuals

I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals

Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.

Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted

akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?

Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary

in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,

generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate

and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.

What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive 
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
Form: Rhyme

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