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was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I had tasted
No more electronic robots, I guess I'm technology wasted
Back to Bobbi socks and bobbi pins
Big hellos and happy grins
Culottes an pedal pushers, Friday night dances
Back seat in the drive in, teenage romances
At the amusement park in the penny arcade
Ferris wheel rides and pink lemonade
Walk hand in hand, sometimes act like a fool
Talk to each other as you carry her books home from school
Up in the balcony with your hands on her hips
New worlds to discover, lips touching lips
Yelling from the sidewalk can Jim come out to play
Riding down a hill while standing on a sleigh
Hanging from monkey bars, climb a tree in the park
Playing ball in the street until it was dark
Roasting potatoes on a campfire at night
Running and laughing while flying a kite
The smell of a bakery with bread baking at dawn
Lying in the grass, transistor radio on
Cotton candy at the County Fair
Butch wax or Brylcreem to train your hair
Flying high on a swing and then jumping down
Medicine show at the end of town
Picking blueberries for grandma's pies
Watching Old Yeller with tears in your eyes
At the drug store for a burger and shake
Skimming stones across the lake
Hot dogs and hamburgers on the old grill
Chase tag, hop scotch and King of the hill
Hang at the diner everyday after school
Meeting your friends at the community pool
Yes, take me back where talk wasn't a crime
Take me back to a simpler time
For all this complexity. I don't give a damn
Technology wasted is what I am.
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the Soup
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
Which is love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so called meek of the earth can possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on the Soup
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Trumps Wall
He boasts
Walls he shall build
With his generals
More weapons for the King of the Hill
Sowing hate and creating
Fascist dreams
He divides and demeans all those
Who share not his vile power dreams
I have news and its foxy news too
He can have his walls, and his shiny shoes
Hate and fear will never triumph
Trumps wall will stumble and fall
There is a secret army
Hidden under his little hands and pudgy nose
This army will defeat any wall
No matter how big, and no matter how tall
These little soldiers come from here and there
They shall stand up, were sometimes adults stall
They shall make the wall
Something Trump hadn’t thought of at all
A place to rally, a place to dance
They shall write their messages with
Love and smiles, inked with paint
They shall embrace the world
Walls and all! No giant can stop them all
Notes: He (Trump) sounds a lot like a cave man I know. Ha ha
There is no such thing as racism; we are all ONE race the human race. Racism is simply hate guised under another name.
This poem is dedicated to Kids United and specifically to the song
“On Ecrit Sur Les Murs” which means “ we write on the walls “ Even if you don’t speak French or cant read at all for that matter, the video carries the message. On a completely separate note I found a spelling error in the New York Times. Oh my! LOL
I encourage all to listen to more of their songs.
South Park and
Dragon tales.
Twin peaks and
Seinfeld.
Family guy and
The Daily Show.
Ace of Base and
Cheryl Crow.
Friends and
Will and Grace.
Babylon 5
and spaced.
The X-files and
The West Wing.
Fancy and
Shania Twain.
King of the hill
And Mad TV.
Sponge Bob and
Ren and Stimpy.
Frasier and
The King of Queens.
Boogie nights and
MR. Bean.
Spawn and
Blue's Clues.
Goodfellas and
Dazed and confused.
TMNT and
3rd rock from the sun.
In living color and
Brooks and Dunn.
Jackie Brown and
Wayne's World.
Beastie Boys and
Don't take the girl.
***** as folk and
Beavis and Butthead.
The Simpsons and
Father Ted.
Lil Kim and
The Sopranos.
Selena and
Hey Arnold.
Reservoir Dogs and
Johnny Bravo.
Clueless and
You oughta know.
Turbo1904 ?
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the site
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
That of love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so called meek of the earth possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on this site
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
I stole millions but boy, I am proud!
Crowds just love me, I guess!
Even writing a book, people adore me, for crying out loud.
Learned that criminality, pays, no duress!
The Lion of Power is all the rage these days.
Lies and crushing peoples rights is de jour.
We've silenced millions in their social media haze.
Our latest, doubled masked wearing rage.
Of course, mass media is our left arm.
They are liars posing as the Ministry of Truth.
We indeed plan, for this nation, censorship and more harm.
Enjoy your deserts of yummy non- truths!
Notice, please....I keep churches under my rulings.
Job losses mean nothing at all to me!
Even, the Pope better learn from my schoolings.
Thanks for making me King of the Hill, in DC~ the autocrat,
Whom I always wanted to be!
2/11/2021
~1~
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the site
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
That of love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so called meek of the earth can possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on this site
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
The Poet Snarkies
These are the pigtailed cuties who play in the parkies.
Also, so darling and sparkly, they are the the life of all parties.
Till a new girl comes in and tries to simply
jump rope,
She has no idea they are Snarkies and they
will lead her to like them.
Alas, she is has no hope.
At first they welcome this playmate!
But be sure, their friendship with her has
an end date.
Suddenly, they see, OMG, she's jumping too
Far better than they.
So, being Snarkies,plan do all they can to see that she does not last.
Like boys playing King of the Hill,
The Snarkies have sweet words to tell,
before they move in for the kill.
One afternoon she comes to the Park,
She's told to get out, by the Lead Snark.
She just does not get it!!
Just leaves them snickering as she walks
alone, on a bench to sit.
The new girl wakes up the next morning
And knows it's her day to be dawning.
She learned her lesson well!
And has no more Snarkies to poison her
poetry well.
Adios, Snarkies!
Panagiota Romios
4/24/2019
9:30 am PST
Master of the Game
Defensive yet so dangerous,
deadly to its kill.
Protective, yes the Patient One,
and still King of the Hill.
Curious and Courageous,
a predator that harbors your fear.
Seductive, yes the Selective One,
alertful pinpricked ears.
Aggression mixed assertively,
hypnotic controlling stare.
Independent alone the Infamous One,
uncooked, raw, and rare.
Is he a man or an animal,
are they not one in the same?
Malicious, the Manipulative One,
and still Master of the Game...
bmdavey@
02/15/16
Who wants to act their age?
Not me, count me out!
Who wants to be King of the Hill?
Remember that game?
It makes me quite ill.
Why can't we just be ourselves?
Instead of proving we are the best
of the bunch.
The Olympics of Poetry?
POTD, first, second, third or honorable
mention.
Do these bind us together or a cause for
separation and dissension?
I'd much rather see plain enjoyment of each
other's poetry.
Where you are you and I am me.
A poem, further should stand on it's own.
No videos, no images, just let the
poet's words roam.
Think of Poe, Shakespeare, Cummings or
Longfellow.
If their words cannot reach us on their own,
Must we find an image or video to drive the
point home?
Such is the age we live in,when
words no longer matter?
But we must, oh,we drool for an image.
To fill the void, when it's the poets
job to be the artistic master!
January 22, 2020
11am PST