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Premium Member Jenna's Saloon On Soup Creek

Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle 
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.

Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed 
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.

The saloon’s a place to relax 
Where the regulars meet and chat 
With plenty to drink and to eat
A night at Jenna’s is a treat.

Sheriff Koplin, David the Ranger
They watch over any stranger
Who is maybe looking for loot
Or someone they may wish to shoot.

Onto trouble, sharp as a knife 
Is gambler Milton, faster than light
Deputy sheriff Michael Tor
And Prospector Pete on his horse.

Of Blacksmith Rees rogues be aware
He's got ultra hot furnace where
They'll find themselves burnt if they dare
Bestow folk mischief or despair.

But hey ho when the day is done
Everyone is out to have fun
Laughter, singing, it’s never bleak 
At Jenna’s saloon on Soup Creek. 
*+*+*

1st September 2022
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Man's Best Friend

Man’s Best Friend

Their unwavering loyalty will never adjourn,
they will patiently sit and await your return.
They will give you their best with unending love,
they are man’s best friend, a gift from above.

They will always stand guard, both night and day,
you are theirs to protect, that’s just their way.
With hugs and kisses they will help ease your strife,
they need only you, to live their best life.

If you are anything like me, you will have a dog when you die,
when you never come home, they won’t understand why.
Dogs are very smart, they will understand death,
but they will need to see your body, once you’ve had your last breath.

All of us will die and this world will move on,
so please think of your dog, before you are gone.
It’s a heartbreaking time when our loved ones leave,
but just like us, our dogs need to grieve.

Mark Koplin
12/2/23
Form: Rhyme

No Bowing Before This Queen-A Collaboration

There's one who acts like a righteous queen
Prattling peacock, she loves to pose and preen
She is surly and gruff
Heckling slurs with a huff
And denouncing the life-saving vaccine

The haughty queen is quite aloof
and sometimes she acts like a goof
Should she be on trial
For covid denial
Believe me, I’ve seen lots of proof

She's favored by one, her Prince Demonic
He bows to her highness, Queen Sardonic
Praising her fortitude
Conspiring to collude
Feeding her compliments that are moronic

Her majesty thinks she was perfect at birth
Pompously aggrandizing her self worth
It's tritely ironic
Her hubris is chronic
She's filled with bitterness but little mirth

Prince Dom is seeking attention 
Pining for the Queen’s affection 
Their words are debunked 
They both have been plunked
So much for the Queen’s perfection

The old Queen stood tall and haughty,
Gawking at me, judging me naughty.
Expected me to bow
And she called me a sow,
I refused, calling her throne a potty.
                          Anonymous PS poet


Our soups matriarch, started an almighty feud
By decreeing she's perfect, the queen of her brood
This flawless diamond
Reigns on Shutter Island
Even insane Leonardo's, pleading to be moved
                              Another anonymous ps poet

The queen poses behind a shadowy façade
Thinking she is perfect before Almighty God
Disgusting as a wicked witch
Cannot locate a worthy niche
Here among good poetry mortals of the sod.
                      Yet another anonymous ps poet 


Jan Allison and Mark Koplin have joined me in this limerick collaboration. We're not telling who wrote which verse, but you're welcome to guess.
If anyone wishes to join in this collaboration, please send me your addition through soup mail.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Morality Divided

MORALITY DIVIDED

                            Morality, where art, thou?
                          Good morals, down they go.
                    Greed, abuse of power, selfishness,
                grandiosity, materialism, shamelessness, 
               all abound and promoted by reality shows.
                 Goodness is still around, as some show
              their virtues, like acts of kindness, empathy.
            Let us be united to bring back or show morality.



8/13/21   Submitted A Brian Strand Rhyme Me Poetry
               Brian Strand 


1/2/21     Morality Poetry       Mark Koplin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member PS Male Poets: Six Years Later

6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more...  before 6 years.

I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen

First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction

Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming

Then there is the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth

John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles

"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon

The new additions...

Like a brother he comes to my defense
This man wears no guise and has no pretense
Mark Koplin, misunderstood
A modern-day Robin Hood
To me he shines with rays of effulgence

There's a man who took me under his wing
Says what he thinks. Doesn't hold back a thing
Danny Turner, my friend
A helping hand he'll lend
For offering kind words, he's a wellspring

David Kavanagh, true friend from the start
Encouraging advice, he does impart
Throws Monoku lines like spears
I raise a glass to him ~ cheers!
Loyal, his word. A man with a good heart

Canadian, Vaso, we don't see oft
Art doesn't come across as being soft
But has a tender heart
For countries torn apart
His poetic words should never be scoffed

His funny thoughts overflow in a Flood
Terry writes humor that's never a dud
Risque, and sometimes not
His stories have a plot
Rumor has it that he's known as 'The Stud'

Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member P S Its Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 13

P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 13

 Many thanks to you selected 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
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


Kudzai Mhangwa 439
Kudzai Mhangwa                       439
L Milton Hankins                        357, 369
Laura Gail Sweeney                                    374
Laura Leiser                                6
Laurie Mahoney                         199, 394
Lawrence Gene Ingle                331
Lewis Raynes                             307
Liliya Zagorski                            376
Line Monique Gauthier             258, 316, 85
Lisa Ayers                                                     385
Lisle Robert Dudley Ryder       343
Lucy Wangari                             267
Lycia Harding                             104, 188, 58
M. Braimah Saaka                     247
Maja Malhotra                             362
Malabika Ray                              134
Malisha Hansani                        257
Marcella Raven Brianne Poynter              394
Margaret Franceschini              275
Maria Sharon Moemise             388
Mark Anthony Bartolo               289, 291, 444
Mark B. Peterson                       162
Mark Goldstein                           211
Mark koplin                                 236, 259
Mark Massey                              124, 192
Mark Pringle                               13
Mark R Toney                             286, 339
Marnie Portland Johnson         188




01/05/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Premium Member Shunning

SHUNNING

Shun this world, so upside down, that
it views wrongs … as if wrongs right.
Morality’s now immorality
from its sins … please take flight.

A world corrupted with greed, lust,
no morality, just hate.
Why many not shocked discovering,
their friend … slept with their mate.

World’s sick disease, is “I” problem,”
I want, I want, I’ll get.
I’m the best, deserve the best, 
best sex, best job … best jet.

Shunning means, you will not accept,     
this world lies, filth, and grime.
Immorality, racism,     
false religion’s … and crime.

For the contest: Morality
Sponsor: Mark Koplin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Morality

Morality how are you
overdue with no clue 
run for your life 
and take no wife  
love how you answered  
in good standard  
today wear no thong 
you know right from wrong
 

Date Written: 1/2/2021

Note:Rhyme. Acrostic Rhyme                                                                                                                                                                                                 Acrostic Rhyme, my first one written on Soup 6/16/2020                                 

Morality Poetry Contest                                                                                                                                                        Sponsored by: Mark Koplin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fake Poetry Lover

He had a master’s degree in English literature,
his voice flowing with words like a river in spate
made him an accomplished speaker of elegance,
an acumen he displayed for people to endure.

My first encounter with him was an exploratory one,
he had asked me what did I do in my spare time.
My interest I said was to write poetry in English,
the way I spoke he said I was a poet he knew.

To respond to his request I thought he made sincerely,
couple of poems I had to recite reluctantly for him.
He was exuberant praising the theme and the rhyme, 
said I’d soon become a famous poet in the country.

Of my position in the literary scene I was well aware,
but when we’d meet he’d hail me as the poet of fame
in his usual manner of expression of linguistic flair,
and to me an obsessed habitual teaser he became.

As a student of literature how much he liked poetry
I wanted to find out to satisfy my sheer curiosity.
My offer of presenting him a few books of poem of mine
he didn’t take, lack of time was the lame reason he gave.

November 11, 2020
Contest : Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers
Sponsor : Mark Koplin

Premium Member Koplin Strong

A ten year long journey, uphill both ways, 
ended last night, toward the end of the day.
The wife of my brother, the mother of his sons,
a farewell message from the tips of their tongues.

Two young boys have now become men, 
a battle was fought and has come to its end.
In the still of the night a soul was led home, 
with our Lord Jesus Christ we are never alone.

The love for our family is second to none, 
I couldn’t be more proud, of both of these sons.
With passion and strength, they’ve completed their task, 
God please hear me now and grant what I ask.

I ask for your guidance and strength for these men,  
please light their new path and bless them again.
In these upcoming days there will be one more fight, 
please keep them strong and show them your light.

Mark Koplin
7-24-2023

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