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I once suffered a strong arm robbery on a dark Chicago street. Halfway down the block, I saw two young men turn the corner and headed in my direction. That had never happened before, and I could not have outrun them if I wanted to. So I proceeded and faced them head-on, accepting whatever was coming my way. Afraid and speechless after being robbed of $90, I continued my duties for the night. Why did I go home, refresh myself, and proceed to continue my assigned task in spite of my fears?. You don't always know why, but sometimes, you just do ''it" anyway.
On another occasion, a gentleman said to me, "Don't you know that you are in 'the snake pit?" Again, although calm and sounded no alarms, I feared great bodily harm. And just in the nick of time, a good Samaritan from the neighborhood came to my rescue, demanding that I be left alone.
I was guilty of trying to make a difference in the lives of drug addicts and spent many hours pleading with them to make a change. Doubtless, I was guilty of introducing Christ to the inner city people of Chicago. During the late 60's and early 70's, I was frequently found on streets in danger zones and in high rise housing projects.
I knew the danger that I constantly faced as I went many times alone in places I had to go. In spite of the fear of real danger, I proceeded anyway. I'm not the bravest person around, not a fighter, nor do I carry weapons, but on many occasions I have forced myself in the midst of my fears, to walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I knew that God was with me, but I must confess, I was still afraid and feared evil. However, I refused to allow the fear of evil to arrest, captivate, imprison, and hold me hostage.
09182018PoSoupContest, Mid Sept 2018 Premiere, Brian Strand Psalm 23
I prefer not to taste your most vibrant words
I’d rather savor those moments when you don’t speak
Letting me feel that you love me more than anything
Love me with caress what matters to me most
Sweet actions are better than what you say
We could go to unknown places for the entire day
Where we could pour ourselves with tender and care
The best place to live is where you are there
Heard cheesy words coming from everybody’s mouth
But driving me out the city was what I value much
There are more than words that I could ever describe
That love was built through our bare hands
I prefer to fly away from home and take risks of being in love
Rather than playing safe with my words of wisdom
Just to let you know how you mean so much to me
My actions are too bit obvious honey, can’t you see?
Don’t tell the world how you’re so much in love
Just do it to me with your sensual touch
For I would be more than happy to see our story
Keep on growing as it fills contentment within
March 25, 2016
2026
Happy 2026
It's a new year
For me to fix
Fix some things I been working on
To make me better
Continue to get myself together
Didn't come with a resolution
I came with a plan
To help me
When life comes with demands
I learned to be grateful
For the simple things in life
When I have problems
Send them to Jesus Christ
This year is for progression and redirection when im fighting battles
Use God as my protection
My biggest Flex
Is God is not done with me yet
This year im going to be Big on Me
And Reciprocating energy
I'm going to be my biggest supporter of all my endeavors and dreams ??
Going after everything i wanted
It's time to jump on it
Jump on it ,excel
Wish people well
Stop talking about it
And just do it
It's nothing to it
I want be in the mix
At a table
Be overwhelmed
With God's favor
I want my gift and talent to be my challenge
I know I can handle it
Starting off on a great note with great vibes
Whats in store for me i cant hide
Let the haters be your motivation
Know you were God's creation
Life can put you in the mix
Things can change real quick
This is just what its going to be in 2026
Written by Concetta Hardnett
1/1/2026
(Rhyme)
This man was running quick and others like him
chased by a ferocious bull
Many others men and women were doing the same
but so many didn't pull
Through, people were just screaming and shouting
Scared but running still
Every year a lot of people come to this village
or town in Spain and do this just for a thrill
I can't understand why they risk their lives
so foolishly doing this sort of thing
Many people get serious injuries and some get
killed while others to life barely cling
I feel so sorry for the poor bull too that sometimes
gets butchered because it doesn't stay clear
In Spain we know that many bulls are trained for this
well known event that takes place every year
These people have been doing this perhaps for centuries
and want to provide what they see as just
lots of entertainment and fun
But this spectacle to me personally is not, what kind
of fun is to see locals and tourists
running in the streets to save their lives under the sun
Many tourists are so ill prepared they don't know anything
till it hits them in the head right then
It's not a joke to see masses of people yelling and
screaming in terror and fear
Some folks fall and others get their butts picked up
by horns and kicked on the ground by the very
angry charging bull near
People can't seem to run faster and so many of them
leave behind their own shoes
Some even drop their cell phones and some their own clothes
come undone as they cry and sing the blues
You see all sort of stuff happening and all is crazy
I think all these people are just dumb
Doing something like that is just plain stupid
and they say they just do it for the fun and
to the thrills they just succumb
That's what they think till some end in a hospital
very hurt with broken bones and ribs or plain dead
Some receive worse injuries like in their heads
and lungs, some people never
recover they didn't have time to had fled
This is not really an sport but are playing with fire
when they risk their live doing this game true
I wish that one day they quick doing it
because the poor bull sometimes gets sacrificed too
people get hurt and a some unfortunate one
will never get to see another beautiful day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September,28.2014
I'm so happy I checked-out a recent e-mail from the Soup
By doing so, I was privileged to read some of Becca Teagan's
work, I know I may have gone over the top with my
little tribute, but I write what comes to me.
I never say this lightly ------"She's a MUST read"
You're far above that upper class
Unique among themselves
Most I view as Top Drawer Poets
But you my friend, Top Shelf
You're the bell of the ball
The cream of the crop
The tip of the tip
of the tipious top
The shine on the shoe
The stick in the tie
The ultimate answer
To that old question "Why?"
You're the crown on the Queen
The jewel of the Nile
You're Aces to me
Cause you write with such style
Don't shy when I say
You're the best of the best
I've strained all the soup
And I've read all the rest
You write like an Angel
With paper and pen
You know what to do
So, just do it again
Visualize it and you can do it.
But this is not how it works for me.
I do not visualize, I just do it.
My soul leads the way.
Pushing the mind out of her proximity
Not wanting any thwarting or censoring.
The Mind rolls his eyes, knowing his queen.
Soul is in the house, and rules this entity.
I paint, cartoon, write poems, and play.
None of this takes any effort by the Mind.
He is not even a footnote in our creative endeavors.
My daughter once asked “What was the point?”
Pointing to six stained glass light fixtures in one small room.
“The point is, I liked all six of them,” I told her.
If I will not listen to my own mind, why would I listen to hers?
Starry skies over Damascus
Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption
The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty
Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now
The planes feature logos
“Just do it”
“Whiter than white”
“Put the tiger in the tank”
“Eat confectionary be happy”
What an advertising space
for the daily news rounded
up like the refugees
refusing to be refuse
“Powered by democracy”
“Fuelled by share holdings”
“Rocket launches for a better world”
in the weeping nights and days
lactating for another holiday
of some on sunny beaches
oozing oil wells wealth
and inequality
Milk where it needs not be
in luxury not infant powder
hungry breasts run dry by hunger
sapped empty in the face
of some lives counting
more than others where
camouflage is but
a distant varnish
in the pursuit of power
Soon their will be billboards
“Baghdad was not built
in a moment” “Invest in
Kabul” “Concrete for Allepo”
“Live the dream”
“Life liberty and the
pursuit of happy-mess”
“Constructing globality”
Munching away in my
cushioned arm chair
built from greedy land mines
I collude
“You can have your milky ways”
if the bomber pilots did not
eat them all
Whose wives implant their chests
with silicone from
the valley of evil
that forgot
Instead the artificial brain
the heart transplant
Mindful disposition
of humanity
Looking
instead at the stars
spangled banners
of Damascus
Milky ways
Plank or axle
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two lad's halted child
And men mature bolted out
One chose the plank
The other the axle
They laboured hard
For the slog on commission
They had to do
They sweated all the year's
And ripened old.
They fathered two a child.
Their offspring
Two boys energized
After going out of school
And in a rut ..
One started doing things
Running about on how to put
Bread on the table
The other took
The drug's
Used bad word's
And lazed about
His mother's house.
The day before
Two lass stared
A mirror
And had to choose
Upon a apron or hairdo
The pinny lass
Lived a happy husband life
And fizzled like soda
The fussy lass
Used bad word's
In the dim and
Struggled all her life.
Their cub's
Soda and Pop
Two young men made
One a plank box
For the dead
The other loaded
The mass on his axle
One buried young
One laughed all the time.
Either plank or axle
Men has arm's
Arms and the man
Amen !
Constructed and manufactured
To make and assemble
Read the proverbs
The probity of good proginy.
In the Cain and Able
There can be gauntlet in the chronicle
And a taunt to the struggle
On how to make a living
One can carry a load
And many times
There on a bump
One would curse
The other carry on
And it is obvious
He who does .. wins
He who does not is lost
Either A
Plank or axle make ..
Bolt, nail, screw, weld and tighten
Just do it
And make a start
Life is a load
But not a liar
The Snowmum
There was a little boy, and Maxwell was his name
His face shone brightly when he saw the snow, and he wanted to play a game
His mummy wrapped him warmly and tucked him in lovingly
Come on Max lets go outside and you can play with me.
They built a snowman from the snow, he was tall and round and fat
They put buttons for his eyes and they even found a hat.
They stayed all day to Max’s delight, but all to soon it was then night
Max and mum went inside; he blew a kiss, what a lovely sight
The morning came the snow had gone poor Max was devastated
He ran outside and looked everywhere but his fears were not abated
He searched the garden and the garage and under each and every bush
But all that was left of the snowman was a great big pile of slush.
His mother could not bear to see the lad so sad she didn’t know what to say
So she did something she had not tried before, she got on her knees to pray
She raised her eyes heavenward arms held in supplication
This is what I want of you this is my dedication.
I want him to have a snowman each and every day; I want him to be happy
I might even go to church, if you can make it snappy
The morning came and to his delight a snowman was just there
Max ran to his mummy, but he couldn’t find her anywhere.
He ran into the yard to see the snowman standing
It had a familiar face-just like the picture on the landing.
God had answered his mum’s prayer, but he was not one to be mocked
He had turned Max’s mum to snow and now she was quite shocked.
So remember what you pray for, and just do it carefully
What happened to Max’s mum could happen to you or me.
If I do it Janey’s way things might go okay.
Are you serious? Remember the last time?
That wasn’t the last time, that was three or four times ago.
We have not had any trouble since right?
What about the time Tim burned up all the food?
What is wrong with you today? Did you take all your pills?
I remember taking a pink one. Not sure about the white one.
Do not want to double up. Get on board here. We are under a deadline.
You are so bossy, just do it yourself. You do not listen to my ideas anyway.
Your ideas are my ideas.
What about Roger’s plan for each of us to put the same amount into the gas fund?
How is that fair? I do almost all of the driving. I should get to slide on that one.
I hate this stupid group vacation anyway. I did not marry the neighbors. Right?
How did I ever get talked into this yearly idiocy?
What would Roger say if I refused to put in the money? It would not be worth it.
Maybe I will bail on caravan day, and stay here. By myself, not hearing all their stupid stories.
Stories I hear every year, the same old stupid stupid stupid stories.
You better get out of this mood.
Here comes Harry. He will ask you about those pills again.
I am not even going!
You are too.
I am not. But I know I will go. I always do.
Written 10-06-2018 Contest: Brainstorm Sponsor: John Hamilton