Long Internet poetry Poems
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How about you, tiny schlong?
I'm curious as to why you aren't very tall
the sun is shining so brightly over the planet
little star, twinkle, twinkle
how i ponder your whereabouts
why does it turn red from your radiation and place me in this hospital bed?
Nahna led me to the Nude beach and hid my clothing from me
so i was left lying in the sun cooking in complete obscurity
he gave me a helmet for my head
but my poor winkie was becoming red from the blister
which was double its normal size and appeared to need ice
Nahna gave me a tiny paper brolly that covered it
and created the impression that it was a candy
after a short while, it resembled a red, bloated slug,
and the ambulance carried me away to a hospital bed
Nahna, who is typically a nasty old witch,
decided to trade roles out of compassion for me
i was laying there writhing in pain
he became tired of my whining
after my fervent plea was heard,
the nurse pulled the blood from the iv,
gave me something to smile about,
and connected it to a pouch of gin.
I've come to see this social site
As something more than just a rite
A place where I can write and grow
(While other poets come-and-go)
It's not perfection - nothing is
Still, I enjoy these hers and his
No place is better than its peeps
So many here are friends for keeps
Contests are, for me, a means
A grand device for crafting scenes
What I might not spawn otherwise
With just the limits of my guise
Each public site with limits, thus
Reflects the best and worst of us
It's not about what place we earn
But rather how we grow and learn
Perhaps there's some are sorry it's
Not jammed with poet laureates
But that would lead to detriment
Just rife with sad discouragement
So while it's hard, sometimes, to take
That some don't hit the contest brake
I SHAN'T be one that questions rules
Thus made and placed to suffer fools
For when I joined this Poetry Soup
I signed the laws of this fine group
So, though I might not quite agree
I'm bound and pleased to let it be.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Monopoly" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
I go to sleep in eden's garden
I'm surrounded by flowers and leaves
I fall asleep completely Naked, as i breathe in the fragrant flowers
I rest in the tranquil garden.
In my Nakedness
I go to sleep where nature sleeps
I sleep underneath this chilly, empty, pitch-black sky as the birds hum lullabies
Similar to a chrysalis, i am enclosed.
In the position of a foetus, cradled like a baby
Within this lovely, secure garden
My only source of illumination is the serene lunar surface
In this garden of eden, i have a peaceful Naked night's sleep.
Stunning Naked slumber
I spread my brand-new, vibrant wings
When i wake up to discover that i am reborn every day as a butterfly
My home is the garden of eden.
My refuge for all time
I feel the flowers and leaves cushioning me as i sleep Nude
While i am in my wonderful Naked haven, i eat in the garden of eden.
My sanctuary of Naked slumber.
I'm the Naked poet.
I hit post and send my words
into this busy, glowing website
where I’m fifteen, the youngest voice,
surrounded by grandmothers’ stories
and grandfathers’ quiet smiles,
moms who cheer me on
and dads who nod like it matters.
I don’t mind being the baby here
your words feel softer than home.
You read my late-night poems,
drop comments like warm blankets,
and make me feel safe
when walls at home feel cold.
You’ve cheered my every awkward line,
Took the time to read what no one else does,
and loved me more
than I’ve ever known in my real world.
Here, I’m more than just a kid,
I’m part of a little family
built from hearts and usernames.
So thank you for each encouraging word,
for telling me to keep writing,
for being my virtual grandparents and parents,
for becoming the safe place
I never knew I needed.
I’m grateful for you all,
my internet family,
who love me more than home.
A Fond Farewell to the Soup
You've all been "Souper".
As I set down at the keyboard
My eyes are filled with tears
For I’ll be saying “ Good-bye”
To folks I’ve “known” for years.
I recently self-published my 4th book
Silly rhymes now fill some 400 pages.
Printed up “officially” in the hope
They’ll last down through the ages. :o)
No one will buy many, if past is judge
But that wasn’t the original point.
If all else fails and they fall apart
I can use the pages to wrap a “joint”. :o)
My 12 yr. elder-life phase of rhyming
Has “respectfully” come to an end.
This last rhyme will finish it out
I’ll now send it to you, my friend.
I joined your group some years ago
But oft felt out of place, not good enough.
When you’re doing something just for fun
Not feeling “up to it” gets kind of rough.
Someone once said: “I’m not so sure
I’d want to be a part of any group
That would accept me into membership.
In desperation, to that level I stoop. :o)
But I’ve written many sheets since then
Least twice felt a need to be preserved
A piece that went together so nicely
I’ve felt “keeping” is what it deserved.
But I’ve gotten off my track again
To say: Adieu to this fine troop.
It’s grown to be for me a family
This wonderful “poets” group.
Thanks a lot for the many times
You’ve read my silly stuff
Shared many supportive comments
Not always, just thoughtless fluff.
I know I’ll miss you but see no need
To be a part, for I can still read.
The wonderful gifts each often shares
On this huge internet poetry feed.
So in the weeks and months ahead
I’ll be back. You won’t know I’ve read
But know I’m enjoying each one
Just don’t let it go to your head.
Respectfully entered by oldbuck
I like that we’re strangers
That our late night intimate fights
Are actually just late nights of random conversations with a random stranger
The internet came with a whole lot of bad but surely the beauty of an online friend was above it
I like that we’re strangers
That I can talk to you on end
Or maybe after the three day cycle ends
And I’m finally free again
That we pick up on our conversation with so much ease it feels like I’ve known you for years
I like that we’re strangers, that I hear you laugh and think “wow”
Know that even if nobody else around me thought I made sense, somehow you, the stranger from the internet fully understands me
I like that we’re strangers, I wish not for you to know more
You know me so intimately yet know absolutely nothing about me
I like that we’re strangers, this version is exactly who I never want to tarnish in your eyes
Please, let’s stay strangers
Let the depth of your knowledge be so shallow that it allows you to drown ankle high because of the intensity of what you know about me.
Dear Stranger, I love you with a passion and yet I wish you never learn my name
My our true lives never collide so I can always cherish the memory of who I believe you are
I've taken the time to concentrate
on poems I read that they highly rate,
and how poems from poets believed to be great,
are also the poems of those interacting like a mate.
And I've noticed good poems get disqualified from competitions,
and this is because they didn't put the host name on their submission.
This is a very sad state of affairs,
as you delete their name after this competition of theirs.
People saying this poem has been done before,
then writing Jesus poems.....
Jesus how many times do they get repeated,
two thousand years of poems on an individual,
how on earth are these poems original,
libraries full of these preaches,
how is any of it new pieces.
I find it funny,
the lack of nun poems or the easter bunny,
but Trump poems rain in piles like the Eiffel Tower,
and most are vile and crummy.
Poems on the internet are dictated by politics these days,
it is not about you but the game you play,
and everyone on-line is a player,
it's just that not all know they're playing.
P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 12
This anthology is a collection of the work of various poets from all over the world. By reading these diverse works, we hope that people will become more understanding, compassionate, and empathetic towards all people Founded in February of 2005 PoetrySoup Internet Poetry resource and community. Encourages the writing of poetry through community involvement and support. This Free online poetry of professional and amateur poets
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Joselito B. Asperin 330
• Joseph C Ogbonna 457
• Joseph Mugo 408
• Joseph Spence Sr 119, 145
• Joseph Szalinski 353
• Joyce Johnson 222, 36
• Judy Bagwell 147, 160, 341
• Julia A. Keirns 254, 435
• Julie Little 316
• Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram 383
• Kate Copeland 299
• Katharine L. Sparrow 171
• Keith Trestrail 212, 214, 412
• Kelley Snyder 246
• Kelli White 110, 113, 193
• Kelly Deschler 50
• Ken Duddle 213, 323
• Kenneth Cheney 285
• Kenyugi Kent 442
• Kevin Cummings 209, 324
• Khalid Albudoor 166
• Khashayar Salehi Nobandegani 463
• Kim Edward Morrison 136, 90
• Kim Marie Rodrigues 113, 247
• Kim Robin Edwards 242
• Kimberly A Sikorski 315
• Kimberly J Merryman 180, 268, 87
• Kinsey Adriano 454
• Kudzai Mhangwa 439
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
It is difficult to get rid of the false self
A believable mask has taken years to develop
Such safety precautions demand extensive disguising
Dear i ask, why can't we all be living in the bare?
The conditioning begins at a young age
Everyone is trained to look good at every stage
Shame on you if you don't protect your private space
Outrage will result if someone is caught in public Nude.
Who makes this decision, and why does everyone follow orders?
Since we only bring our skin from the divine with us,
Being bashful, prideful, or ashamed is not a problem for me;
Instead, i admire animals for being so pure and unadulterated.
There are laws that punish what is considered lewd behaviour
Such behaviour is blasphemous in some religions
It's widely accepted that Adam and Eve were covered in leaves
It's deemed wickedness to uphold one's birthright.
There are absurdities in religious doctrine, which is truly unfortunate
Should individuals disregard the regulations they are made to dread?
Some female folk are told to cover even their head
Many are compelled to hide their body or off with their head.
I seek honesty,
Which would leave me vulnerable,
As is pretty obvious
Should this be the case, i persist in being true to myself.
I am not just a bare-Naked black man
I am a christian bisexual bare-Naked black man.
P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 11
This anthology is a collection of the work of various poets from all over the world. By reading these diverse works, we hope that people will become more understanding, compassionate, and empathetic towards all people Founded in February of 2005 PoetrySoup Internet Poetry resource and community. Encourages the writing of poetry through community involvement and support. This Free online poetry of professional and amateur poets
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Jerry Horton 224
• Jerry T Curtis 125, 183
• Jerry Tersoo Agee 449
• Jesse Rowe 31
• Jessica Thompson 254
• Jim Slaughter 105, 23, 75
• Joanna Chamberlain 306
• Joanna Daniel 218
• João Camilo Campos de Oliveira Torres 419
• John A. Long 425
• John Blake 426
• John Early 77
• John Gondolf 26, 34, 8
• John P. Marmaro 198, 283, 341
• John R Fiordelisi 416
• John S. Grindle 396
• John Washburn 430
• John Watt 16, 43, 7
• Jonathan Michael Bellmann 125
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©