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Oh, the memories of school days from the past,
Those high school days I will never forget;
Happy to recall those gym dances, oh what a blast !
All of us girls loved those dances with no regrets,
Crowding into the restrooms to fix hair and makeup;
Those high school days- I will never forget !
Oh, for days, new dance steps we would dream up,
Then the day arrives and girls and boys fill the gym;
Crowding- in the restrooms fixing hair and makeup !
Boys on one side, girls on the other, then I saw HIM,
Madonna was doing the Vogue and we did not move;
Then the day arrives- and girls and boys fill the gym !
I was ready to show off my attire and my groove,
Then, it happened, Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Madonna was doing the Vogue- and we did not move !
Then, I was Livin La Vida Loca, I was on a cloud,
Oh, the memories of school days- from the past;
Then it happened Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Happy to recall those gyms dances, oh what a blast !
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February 4, 2016
Poetry/Terzanelle/Livin La Vida Loca
Copyright Protected, ID 16-752-332-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lets Hear It,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
YOGA 2019
A passionate follower of the mental and
physical discipline Yoga,
For the past 7 years, enjoy pose of cobra,
Whilst still jittery about Aerial lessons, and
Still a little scared.
Was in my fifties, when my friends in fact dared,
Me to start lessons, you ask what is my age
Do you honestly believe us women, but a sage
Decision I made, feel fitter than ever before,
Recommended by doctor, really shocked her,
When I showed her photos 5 years later!
Do pyramid poses, warrior poses and Bakasana,
so swell
Yoga has helped me to de-stress my life
so well!
Salutations to the sun is an exercise to lengthen
And certainly our muscles to strengthen!
The only problem I have, is that in meditation,
I get the giggles, cannot pay strict attention,
Jennifer, you are disrupting the yoga class,
Feel like a 1st grader, definitely not
Going to pass ,
So try to concentrate until my friend winks
Back at school, always in trouble, high jinks
Sit cross legged easy pose, and uhmmmmmmmm
Like the others,
But think of dinner, oh wow, prawns yum,
I have a dreamy look on my face, my yoga
Teacher has given up, I’m wearing tights, pink polka
Dots, shakes her head – really - but has accepted,
My different approach to life, which has infected
My yoga class, we have such fun,
But still get our yoga lesson done!
The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he swears and says he he
why keep tipping the bowl, just grow up and let it be
I guess the old boy network is still trying to survive
they keep oppressing more women, in every corner of their lives
This subjugation must be stopped, it’s exhausting and getting old
men and women are both equal, how many times must you be told
I’m here to ask you sir, please terminate your childish games
don’t make your peers here on the soup, disappointed and ashamed
I’m not an electronic signal, I’m a man of flesh and bone
stop spewing out your hate, and leave these women here alone
Please cease your propaganda, and your foolish need to fight
These women are protected, by the bulldog and his bite
I want to dedicate this poem to the following ladies of the Soup for showing support and standing up against those who seek to destroy this haven of poetry
Maureen McGreavy, Heidi Sands, Jennifer Proxenos, Jenna Logan,
Jan Allison, Susan Mills, Indiana Shaw, Constance La France, Tania Kitchin, Pangiota Romios,
Sunshine smile, Connie Marcum Wong, Sharon Keely and the many others I may have missed.
Thank you for your integrity, strength and leadership here on the Soup. None of you deserve to be dismissed, disrespected or degraded here on this site. All of you matter and are appreciated!
To Tom and John, Freddie, Bobby and Bill
To read your poems is a privilege, a thrill
To Caren, Andrea, Kim; Alexis, Michelle and Mo
Your every stanza lights my face aglow
To Ilene, Heidi, Evelyn, Line, Regina and Jan
If ever you damsels need rescue, I'm your man
To Lindsay and Bob, Richard and Charlie, and Chris Green
Your poetry's surely some of the finest I've ever seen
And to Angie, PAngie, Paula, Connie and Susan
Over your verses I'm always enthusin'
As for Linda, Brenda, Sara, Jennifer and Carolyn
If I weren't hitched, you (all) I'd love to be marryin'
No doubt I've left many fine poetry friends out
Which I sincerely regret, but please don't shout (at me)
Just permit me to wish for everybody on Poetry Soup
That we write on in 2021 ~ encourage one and all in our group
Happy New Year!
Away
Friends in the distance,
we laugh from afar.
You are on the other side,
of the world.
I am humbled by the miles,
knowing we will never meet,
but...
I am sure that...
we already,
have.
Maybe not at the market or the mall,
not a church nearby,
but surely again in heaven.
For now, the place...
we race to;
The bottom of the sea, to have tea.
The top of a high mountain,
to look out and see...
A field of flowers,
taller than every tree,
ever planted on your continent,
or mine.
The best parks on Sunday afternoons,
the best festivals at the highlights of each season.
Perhaps not beside each other,
but closer still, as we are aware of
just how far away life is,
and how close we can be,
just by being friends.
Soon, we will be sisters...
You and I.
It has already happened.
Somewhere along the path,
God smiled,
and we laughed at the same time.
That is how I know.
for Jennifer and all my wonderful friends too far to come to tea...
your cup is waiting...
A long-tailed skimmer (Plathemis lydia) with lovely striking wings
both transformed and adaptable, transforming right before my eyes
Settled on my hand she's like an Alien object from heaven above
she is probably weighing my soul and deciding how much it weighs
Though they often perch on shoreline vegetation this one did not
she came and kept me company opening space for me to smile
Abundance in God's creation has me wondering about my heart
how much it longs for beauty and all the things that make it whole
She helped me find the positive in situations that I thought were dire
from a nymph in the water to a winged adult she came for a short stay
Inside my soul there is an agate that is as precious as the stars of night
it is there that I will send her, to wait for me, until it gets light...
Until I find the strength to do the things that I must do in this lifetime
and I'll give her thanks for her visit, even if it was only for a short time.
Written for my friend Jennifer Reid
Love, Your Mystic Rose :)
Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.
This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.
Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
Don't think I am going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.
Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.
Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.
Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.
“I stared up at the mountains, and every beat of my heart pulsed for the chance to climb Everest myself.” Jennifer A. Nielsen
“Gazing at the beauty of Everest,
With near-perfect triangles of such height,
Takes my breath away, stirs my heart and chest,
Such a beauty of astounding delight.” By Author
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Breathless
Mount Everest rises in breathless awe,
A milk-white canvas painted without flaw;
From its flanks rivers flow, a liquid grace,
Reflecting sapphire sky in time and space.
Close by, fabulous trees with branches spread,
Stretch as large leafy crown above our head;
They whisper soft sweet secrets to the breeze,
A sedate symphony among the trees.
The blissful blooming flowers, gems so bright,
Bask in morning`s mellow magnetic light,
With pure peerless petals, a pleasant hue,
And dreamy, darling drops of morning dew.
Whole day, swarms of soaring birds on wings wide
Across the dark-blue boundless heavens glide,
Singing savvy seasoned songs in refrain,
Soothing seams of sharp sorrow, easing pain.
At night, the sky garbs on a pitch-dark cloak,
With dazzling diamond dust, a gentle stroke
Of cosmic waxing wonder, vast and deep,
While slumbering worlds start to dream in sleep.
The moon mounts, crystal clear, a pearly gleam
Illuminating forests, fields and streams
A sharp silver sphere, soft and shining low
Where streams of serene silence and peace flow
This sky unfolds in striking sheer delight,
A breathless, simply stunning scenic sight,
A sacred sublime beauty, pure and true,
Celestial splendour that nature imbues.
No need for vibrant words, the heart can tell
The magic held in the charm of its spell,
Our sincere respect, to Mount Everest,
Highest peak, where breathless beauty does rest.
jago christos uma rose
ethan cuevas corone
kelly elizabeth christos
alexia daniel wade jonathan james
emily-rose pau and willow too
we didn't start the family
it was always growing
since the world's been turning
we didn't start the family
no we didn't fight it
but we did light it
juan estanislao alicia
george atha jennifer ann
diego agustin angel carlos
maria del transito cuevas gallego
eve corone bosch jim louis nick christos
lynette shirley helen lorraine
smither tracey linda middleton
marisa jane owen wastle haylock
we didn't start the family
it was always growing
since the world's been turning
we didn't start the family
no we didn't fight it
but we did light it
francisca bosch ferrer
josep corone company
maria del transito gallego llorente
vicente cuevas garcia
kalopa christou stefandis
triain szosza todol christou
shirley rose brian fredrick haylock
vanne lena milanko etcetera
we didn't start the family
it was always growing
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the family
No we didn't fight it
But we did light it
[to be read like billy joel's "we didn't start the fire"]
A little bird told me today
It's the birthday of dear Bobby May
I'd so love to buy
A cake for this guy
To wish him a Happy Birthday
Jan Allison
A sweeter or nicer person there could not be,
He means so much to everyone including you and me,
A genuine, sincere bro. that's for sure
Happy Birthday dear friend Bobby your
Day I hope was spectacular, cheers with my cuppa tea
Written By JENNIFER PROXENOS
Today is the Birthday of Bobby May
Sending a virtual greeting his way
He is such a good friend,
Our ink is a sweet blend,
I wish all his wishes come true today
Written by Alexis Y
Well Bobby I've just heard its your birthday
I hope that today it all goes your way
With lots of good cheer
And maybe some beer
Happy birthday from me in the UK.
Written by Tom Cunningham
Two years now, almost to the day
He posted "The Mistletoe", yay!
Now 12 pages have we
Of his fine poetry
We salute you today, Bobby May!
Written by John Watt
'Let my pen be my sword', cried Bob May
'There's some dragons that I want to slay'
He writes poems by the score
Yet his fans demand more
And they all wish him 'Happy Birthday'.
Written by Bill Brook
Happy birthday to you Bobby May
Best of wishes coming your way
For loads of treats
Plenty to eat
All is allowed on your special day.
Belle Bellevue
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY MAY
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11/16/20