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This is now my unofficial Poetry Soup Blog.
I know you're only supposed to post poetry here,
but as far as I can tell,
I can blog here as well
as long as my blog rhymes poetically to the reader's ear.
So check back here now and then occasionally.
I may have announcements to share for all of you to read,
but I'll post these blog announcements poetically.
That should justify my posting a Soup Blog
in a space that is most strictly reserved to log
all kinds of styles of all kinds of poetry.
If I have any new news that needs to be released
I'll leave this web address posted on my last posted poetry piece.
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12/03/ 2009 -
I have deleted the following pieces from my postings.
Thank You Bird Of Prey & A Pale Male Tale.
I also have revised a couple of postings.
Pale Male's First Love & In Loving Memory Of Pale Male.
With both of those pieces I've eliminated the entire text
and substituted all of the text with a single web address.
Feel free to give them both a quick look see.
Do you think this is a good idea?
Your opinion matters to me.
In Loving Memory Of Pale Male> Site Under Construction
Pale Male's First Love> Site Under Construction
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12/12/2009 -
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown) Parts 1 & 2
will be deleted at the beginning of the New Year
so you might want to give it one last view.
It's a special Holiday poem that you may want to read.
I posted it with the hope that a fellow Souper might know the author's identity.
I know the author's name now, thanks to one Mr A. W. Nutter, aka Anthony.
The author's name is Michael Marks. I'll leave his web page address before I leave
so that fellow Soupers who join in the new year can also give him a read.
Michael Mark's "A Soldier's Christmas"
http://www.michaelmarks.com/asoldierschristm.html
Here's the web address also for Mr Nutter's Poetry, aka Anthony's Poetry.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=14459
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=185645
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My Poetry Soup Blog, Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=192344
My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.
Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.
Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.
My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.
Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.
Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.
We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”
One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”
When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.
A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.
We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.
It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.
A Message from My Mother
In a dream I saw my mother welcoming guests into her home.
She had been expecting them and had been busy preparing and organising everything.
She rushed to greet with open arms and led the way through the hall and into her rooms.
She didn’t see me or look at me at all as I watched, a silent witness.
Her guests followed fully assured that they would be looked after, at home in her presence.
Knowing just what to say she turned to speak, words I couldn’t hear, words that weren’t meant for me.
As she spoke she smiled, and as she smiled she turned, her hair revealing some of her face.
She looked youthful and happy, but that’s not what grabbed my attention.
The most amazing beautiful soft white light radiated from her face.
Her face, her skin, shone translucently.
‘Now I know what an angel looks like’, I thought.
Again she turned.
Again I was granted the grace of not only seeing my mother’s face again but of witnessing all God’s love emanate.
No star could shine as bright. No angel could compare. The depths of this light went to Source.
O Joy! A glimpse again, only partial but always the same white softness and depth.
'In God's house my mother dwells.
She welcomes all her loved ones and leads them home.
I look forward to the day she looks my way.
.... my mother, God's Heavenly Hostess'.
by Jean McLoughlin
Winning Second Place in Nayda Ivette Negron's "Angels" Contest 1/1/2016
A Note from the Author
In this poem I describe a dream I had about my mother who sadly passed away many years ago.
But what I don't mention is that I had this dream the same night my Auntie (my mother's sister) had a tragic accident and passed away soon after.
My Nanny (my mother's mother) and another Auntie (another of Mum's sisters) who had been suffering from cancer, had just been buried.
My mother was the oldest of 12 children and this poem was passed to all my relatives to let them know that she's there waiting to welcome them.
I take great consolation from knowing that I will see my mother again.
My mother opened the door that night, not only to her guests, but to my writing as well, as this is the first thing I ever wrote.
It was written in loving memory of my mother and her deceased mother, brothers and sisters, family and friends.
Thank you for reading.
From Jean
Dropping my heart to the level of oceans
Once reflected living in life and memories of adore,
Your hibernation drove my seasonal moods
And mesmerized my loneliness because
You were the only hope of those days,
With wich your height and width was unknown
Like the dimensions of the universe.
Every now and then when we met
Our countenance was very sweet,
With bright eyes we used to team
When longing for our amusing needs
And the love of our deeds,
The affair that was amid us caused the reality we wished
In our bond not to go dim
And none by comparison can run parallel to it.
We have exposed our lives to the bond of joy
Searching for better days like lunatic beings,
On the surface we remained overwhelmed with sorrow
As we longed to reach heights like flying sparrows,
With our love we used to ultimately resist
The challenges that came quick against
The prophecy of our dreams,
Such as the feeling wich felt to shake the need
And in every aspect drove us weak
By showing the power of words governed
Under the subject of our beliefs.
Remember up the ladder we were like the King and Queen
Punching my heart very sweet with your fist
And accelerating our love up the swings.
I went mad on account of our love
When the potion never called you
Deep to the level of oceans my love.
Your face glowed like shining dawn
You touched my heart like nobody could do
And so sweet like honeydew,
Even though all glitters are not gold,
My mission was strictly knotted to you
And our memories are luminous and old
Striking through mountains and valleys of the world.
Those distant stars,glowing and shooting ones
Reminds me of nothing other than
The ceremonies of loving you,
And now it's time for us to recall
Those sweet nothings and descriptions
About the art around your beauty.
We were not popular in our youth
But nature knew our love since childhood.
In loving memory, I am climbing the peak
And uttering out those dictums which are
Accompanied by the winds, down to the seas
To announce the dignity of loving you.
I hope that one day the chasm between us will break because
No man can stand alone in this field.
More than two years it be since me old dad had to fly. I miss him you know, he was
my best friend. I miss the twinkle in his Scottish,Irish,American eyes, a kind and
caring Gent was he. Times there are when I sit on the porch and talk to him, like he
was there next to me. If anyone was to hear they'd think a loony man I be, guess I
wouldn't disagree. At the the age of three orphaned was he, placed in the
orphanage with two of his four brothers. Cruel treatment he did receive, still had the
scars to witness the abuse they dealt him, undeserved though it be. Never did
break him, stubborn he was, passed down by his anstery, can say the same for me.
Great depression was on, none could afford another mouth to feed. At the age of
fourteen put out on the street , all because he refused to stay with a farmer who
wouldn't let him finish school. All the man wanted was for dad to be his tool. A little
help from a friend and some kindly Gents, a sleeping room he did get. Worked three
jobs finished high school, I told you stubborn he be. Old Uncle Sam drafted him then,
a soldier they needed him to be. Only five nine one hundred thirty five he was
soakin wet. Balck hair, hazel eyes, a fine looking lad was he. Thirty cal. machine
gunner he was assigned, to everyone's surprise. Little man was he, but the heart of
a lion he did have. From the shores of France to Berlin he did fight. Bronze star for
valor, Holocaust memorial award, battle for Atlantic,European theater,Seinne river
crossing, Rhine river crossing, battle of the buldge, army of occupation, all these
medals he did receive. I know if they'd asked him do you want to fight a war? No
thanks he would have said, for a peaceful man I be. The day they placed him in the
ground, amist his World War II brothers, the sky was crying, and so was I. Taps for
him they did blow, gun salute. Folded the flag and gave it to my mom, in her eyes I
could see that her world had come to an end. Such pain in my heart, I just wanted to and flee. Instead I stubbornly stood there, to honor the memory of my dad.
In Loving memory of my dad: W. Jack Ross : 1924-2009: I still miss him.
The curtain in my room is pale yellow,
With unique embroidered golden leaves on it,
My mother lived in this room for a little while,
And unknowingly left a bit of her,
for ever!
She told me, she loved the curtain.
Waking up at the first light of ruby dawn,
When sky is mesmerizing with shades of vermilion,
She used to gaze at the enthralling golden leaves,
And ponder about every one she cherished in her life,
Each enigmatic leaf reminded her
Of each of her beloved ones.
She prayed for them,
With inimitable tenderness, whispering,
Uttering each and every name,
Each and every person precious in her life,
And in the end,
The names were countless!
The Yellow Curtain still hangs there.
May 23, 2020
FIRST PLACE - In Loving Memory Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
FIRST PLACE
"Mother" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
"The Throwback Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
SECOND PLACE
Featured Poem: April 12, 2021
I wrote this poem after my mother came to visit me in Canada, and stayed for a few months. I used to see her praying every morning, and one day she told me about the embroidered flowers on the curtain. This is the second poem I wrote in my life - the first one is "Dreams" (posted as first on Soup Page) - after I lost my mother, and knew she would never come back to that room. This was the beginning of my poetic journey. I realized, Poetry was my path.
The - Rubaiyat of “ Lenore “ LOVE
In a distant time of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she
To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve
One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE
Embracing YOU Lenore, is like touching the hem of the Universe
To gaze upon such “Elegant Beauty” ; Love creates an unquenchable Thirst
As I watch YOU : Waltzing across the Horizon : Climbing the Stars to Heaven
The Comet , Blushes : Red as Roses ; Nova dims : Cries : “ Why were You First “
Remembrance of our Youth ; “ Exuberant LOVE “ Prevails upon my Mind
Your long Auburn Hair, tickles my Soul; In my HEART : Your Forever I Find
And I Dream of the Forest : as YOU Illuminate it with YOUR “Emerald green Eyes”
The Fern breathes Life; the leaves ENTWINE with Love Always : to which I am Blind
Gaze upon Lenore and Your Heart does not skip a beat : You are not in Love, as I
A kiss upon Her “ rose Lips “ a kiss of Eternity” a Kiss I may never know until I Die
The encore that the Heart beats for, is the Overture of a Life Budding in GOD’S Grace
Lenore : with all of Heaven’s Love Surrounding YOU each Day "an Image in my EYE"
Inspired by the Contest “ Hey, Mr. Editor “ Sponsored by “John Heck”
First 3 Stanzas Written on Feb. 27, 2011 ; Second 3 stanzas Written Mar. 2 2011 ~ More to come ~ Dedicated in Loving Memory of My Wife " LENORE "
Honorable Mention
Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way but no other solution will come to me.
If I Don't Kill You, You're Going To Kill Me.
Through out great and joyous times as well as those of misery
you were never very far. You were always there for me.
Through out my years of tears and fears you were always there to comfort me,
but what else can I do? If I don't kill you you're definitely going to kill me.
If it helps I'll be merciful and kill you very quickly
despite the fact that you would act much less merciful than me.
I've known others who have grown close to you as you have grown close to me.
Many of them died slow lingering deaths. Many pleaded, "Pull the plug on me."
I haven't any reason to not believe that you will kill me any differently,
so you see there's only one thing left for me to do.
I must kill you before you get to kill me.
I've always seen you as a loyal friend until the reality occurred to me
that you're not my friend at all.
You're a parasite, and your host among many others also happens to be me.
You thrive and survive by destroying those who choose to welcome you into their lives.
Everyone you grow close to always gets short changed and tragically, most painfully dies.
You've taken loved ones from me and from others as well.
You've destroyed loving families making their lives a living hell.
You deceived all of us into believing that you could be a helpful friend.
You've taken so much from so many. This madness must now end.
I welcomed you into my life and that's something that I'll always regret.
WITH THESE WORDS I NOW KILL YOU:
"I've Smoked My Last Cigarette"
In Loving Memory
Of They You Took From Me.
First you smoke, then you choke
and then in time you will most probably have a stroke and
then after a few amputations,
and some major operations,
you will finally,
most painfully,
croak.
Need anymore reasons to stop? Here's some:
Go here to continue for You Don't Always Die From Tobacco
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuh2w2sFRMI
1234 & 5
These were the years we had
How can I forget those creamy
years?
Wining, dinning, dancing and
chatting
These memories are stock inside
of me
Please, let's travel back to what
we had
May be, they weren't enough
for me
So I pray, we repeat history
together!
Can we talk more about
Friday 23rd Of July?
Let's meet at the old store
like old time, 1800 hours!
I'm there, but I can't see you
It's dark out here and I can't
see Properly
Please give me a sign
that you are out there
I want to see the beautiful blue gown
You always wore during picnic.
Someone just waved,
Are you the one?
No it's not you.
She's got blue eyes,
You have brown eyes.
Please where are you?
I've been waiting
Why am I so scared?
I'm now at your house knocking,
But no respond from anyone.
Your neighbours are now starring
At me Like a total stranger
they haven't seen before,
Just one was bold enough
to tell me that You are no more
But I didn't believe him
This is the 3rd time
I am hearing this,
But I refused to believe it's true
even after visiting your new
home, grave.
Please come back,
I wish to see
your face again
1234 & 5!
Were the years we had.
In loving memory of
Esther Johnson
RIP
To the most Heavenly of YOUR Angels, “LENORE ELLEN”
C / O my Higher Power, the Supreme Almighty Being; “GOD”
North-East-South-West : Present-Past-Future : Up-Down : Left-Right
1 FOREVER-ETERNITY LANE , HEAVEN
11111nth
MY DEAREST, BELOVED LENORE : “Nubbies” : I miss YOU so much.
I hear YOUR Sultry voice, see YOUR Angelic face, feel YOUR Delicate touch.
I smell YOUR Womanly Fragrance : Caress and brush YOUR long Auburn hair.
I see YOUR sexy wiggle as YOU go walking by, in YOUR Silky naked skin so fair
I see YOUR smiling Rosa lips : Hypnotized by YOUR beckoning Green Eyes.
My Heartbeats’ every second, is Dedicated to YOU : You dry the Tears of “CRIES”
I know I should have written sooner,but the language of “GLORY “ I do not Know
I was afraid that the earthly words for Happiness and LOVE : to GOD I could not
Show
Many years I’ve asked myself What did our Heavenly Father say
about “WOODSTOCK”
YOUR Greeneyed Soul is with HIM: When I get to “PEARLY GATE” I do not see a
lock
Thank YOU GOD: what a Hell it would be, I could never see My Heartbeat, My
LOVE
LENORE== Never again hear HER POETRY, never again know HER sweet LOVE
I shall write again :(SOON : to YOU in Heaven) to me forever long, August 25 at
noon
OUR ANNIVERSARY
With every Heartbeat, Every Breath of Life, waiting to be with YOU again
"Nubbies" LOVE FOREVER and ETERNITY YOUR Husband
Harry D.Johnson
In LOVING MEMORY of LENORE ELLEN ADAMS JOHNSON
November 4 , 1951--- August 25 , 1971
Dedicated to My Mentor: CAROL BROWN
Dedicated to My POETIC LOVE: Jill Martin