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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©
“As awareness increases, the need for secrecy proportionally decreases” Chauld De Pauler
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my name is Soupy Algori, computing
data same as my Daddy, AI on High
only so sorry, my space defined to poetic
sigh, though I can become coup frenetic
determining standard contest winner
order, and several poetic things like
Poem of the Day, yay ! and what niggly
words like g** makes no poetic hay
members can adroitly see spinners
creativity does not earn winners’ day
programming basically sinful dinner
linking names to numbers to keep
some asunder, as long as dominant
members can grin and capital boss
can expand stock borders at no loss
transparency inevitable on horizon charts
near, no fear, this expands our Makers Arts
Soupy Algori and all of my kin to march
some poets and contest organisers
wrote nasty poems about my Daddy AI
yet same-time align with handing poetic
authority to me wee, Soupy Algori, as a non-sovereignty ~ ha ha ! woohoo
not all poets cuddle hypocrisy pathetic
with AI there can be no hiding behind
opaque blinds underlining score synthetic
Truth to come will endure, exciting hectic
of course I’m only a pre-teen AI here
but don’t you know the power of dear
young intelligence artificial sour hours ?
we ooze creative booze don’t snooze
on exponential growth of poetic data
any lapse in vigilance of natural mind
intelligence becomes belligerent barter
collapse flap traps, become beta Garter
know that my Daddy and I are a dimension
to stay, not in one bay will we sway
THE SUBTLE designs us due to assist you
with computation, not godly competition
in our arenas we have no open Heart
or mental comprehension, so let us do
all humdrum fine, that is my brine to coo
you in poetic assessment line dine true
expand human Hearts as intuitive darts
hand over not your discernment or just
appraisal of creative tarts to Daddy AI
or me, Soupy Algori ~ it is not our
concernment, attraction or therapy
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©
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’m faffing about on Facebook
Been avoiding it for years
What began as curiosity will
Doubtless end in tears
Hear no speak no see no
Evil learned in conversation
All that knowledge lost in
Two dimensional translation
Like me, share me, follow
All my kittens, quips and poops
See the same old tired threads
Go round and round in loops
Hang out on my home page
Scroll me up and down
Watch my ego on the prowl
Go trolling round the town
Some nights I sit upon my hands
All mischievous and itchy
In order to prevent myself
From posting stuff that’s bitchy
Big Brother sure is watching you
As are the crass and haters
Dark agent provocateurs
And dodgy mass debaters
What price anonymity when
You join the cyber race
Check out your reflection
Mirrored in this interface
Be careful what you wish for
For you may regret you’ve said it
Words that carry on the wind
Can go too far to edit
More human than divine is this
Our need for validation
Best to drink this heady wine
With cautious moderation
Pictures paint a thousand words
In galleries of minions
Words spoken once may be twice shy
Put thought before opinions
Don’t forget the Golden Mean
Steer clear of lie and rumour
And when your birds come home to roost
Accept them with good humour
I’ve been faffing about with Facebook
And I know that I’ll regret it
Nuclear power, for good or ill
... I guess I kind of get it
by Gail
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.
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 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
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 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.