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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
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
Life and Death
On the day of our demise, as that final moment descends
The only thing of importance, will be our family and our friends
We won’t care about our money, our car or cellular phone
We’ll just want to be loved and not spending that moment alone
How we choose to live, will dictate exactly how we die
None of us will live forever, so savor each beautiful sky
Some of us will leave this earth young and others will be old
Always live for today, no matter what you are told
Sweep your doorstep daily, never let life’s garbage accrue
Be vigilant everyday in all you say and do
Stay mindful of what’s important and always continue to climb
It doesn’t matter how long we get it’s how we spend our time.
11/15/21
Mark Koplin
Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.
I have some recognition that I'd like to bring forth to all.
Thanks to Tania for having our backs and standing tall.
I’m proud of your character and standing up for what you believe.
I just want to say you’re awesome, and I hope you never leave.
Mark Koplin
Tania Kitchin, cheers to you for writing with lucidity
Your poem of the day carried its weight with validity
For the courage to write the truth, you were chided
But you should've been praised and not derided
Tania, you're being honored for taking a stand
You didn't merit the need for a harsh reprimand
Jenna Logan
I thought that I’d better pitch in
adding support for Tania Kitchin
She wrote her lines straight from the heart
though the POTD honour was soon to depart
I feel there was no need to apologize
Cos nasty soup trolls we all despise
Jan Allison
Why reprimand Tania? this really isn’t right
She was only highlighting not starting up a fight
My support I bring to this wee collab
Your back...so stand tall, we have it, we have!
Angela Tune
When confronted by trolls and bullies, Tania will speak her mind
A lady of integrity and steel, I think that you will find.
She like many of us here wants a quiet life without any fuss
And if what she wrote that day was wrong then I'm Sparticus.
Tom Cunningham
I am weary of reading and listening to people
using their pen to cripple. Bringing pain and suffering to others.
I ask, what are their goal; to scare their brothers and sisters?
Is it to catch a spark and lit the fire?
Contain the fire, flammable words are dangerous.
Pretending to be pure an innocent, but a viper they are,
behind mask they hide. In the absence of those
to defend themselves, they sneer and chide.
Those that listen to them, they're credulous favor to listen,
to their deliberately giving false statements,
they instead of being careful,
to insist of reading sound validation.
No elixir or spell can cure the damage they've done
only depends on first loving themselves.
Judgmental People and Haters Back Off.
Stop and surrender your brawling.
Those that listen say, "Nay!"
Back off!
No more!
Stay away!
10/28/2020
Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Koplin
Why do you mock and insult my words?
You don’t have to like my poetry; I
understand because I prefer Poe.
But shaming and ridiculing what I write is
not right.
When you’re by yourself (your conscious
and God) just you and your thoughts.
Do you feel tall by making others feel small?
Tell me, mocker, who bullied you?
Did you become a bully because you were
bullied too?
Have you forgot how it felt when it happened
to you?
Take a moment and remember and break
the cycle.
We can end the cycle of bullying one person
at a time.
Breaking the cycle is going to start with you
and me.
Before I end this poem, there’s one more thing
I to say, you’re forgiven Mr. or Ms. Bully.
Contest:Judged By A Jury Of
Your Peers
Sponsor: Mark Koplin
10/28/2020
The Day After
I will forever recall that day, I still remember it very well.
That day was September 11th, when those twin towers slowly fell.
The sun was shining bright and the sky a polished blue.
Many lives were changed that day, yours and mine were too.
A nation divided for years, came together that day as one.
Every father and mother, every daughter and son.
I could not see any color such chaos is never clear.
Soot covered each face and all were shrouded in fear.
Many were trapped in these buildings with smoke and fire all around.
Can you remember them at those windows, so high above the ground?
Lives were lost that day with all hope for them bereft.
They didn’t jump to die, they simply had no options left.
Life is full of weather, you will have decisions to make.
Make your choices wisely, please give instead of take.
We all will face our demons before our time on Earth is done.
Stand and face each storm, never turn away and run.
Mark Koplin
9/12/24
Exhorted to fulfill my very best
amidst perfection and excellence test…
what matters well is I did my utmost
vis-à-vis required and set standards’ post.
Respecting others with their unique traits
cognizant of my flaws and error weights…
what matters is that I’m striving to learn
still improving for which my heart does yearn.
Unmasked by jury along good and right
my soul admits guilt of hypocrite’s blight…
what matters then is my attitude show
from inward repentance to faith-glow.
Exposed to God Who knows every motive
my spirit seeks His wise directive
what matters now is life’s earnest desire
in serving by His grace till I retire.
Thus, responding to bullies, may I say
tasks abound for achievement-gain each day…
what matters though is having honest* aim
helping someone, not marring any name.
*2Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.
November 9, 2020
9th place, "Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Koplin; judged on 11/14/2020.
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
You say you dislike me because my political party is different.
I say the American way is the freedom to choose, even if I lose.
I say the American way is that every American should have their say.
You say with accusations in a sense of panic, "How did we get here?"
I say in a sense of hope and promise, "There are greener pastures just ahead'. You say that I am different, and that I should return to where I came from. I say that if every American returned to where they came from, there would be no America. I say that if I should leave, you will fall short of all that you could become. You say that my accent is too hard to understand, and that I am less bright. I say that I wish your future to be bright, and that you will rise to new heights, and that your life will be a delight.
You say that you are superior and I, inferior; that I am wrong and you, right.
I say that you are free to believe as you wish; and your story, you should write. You say that my poetry is flat, and you wage an attack against the meaning of me. I say that God has a purpose for all of us to be ourselves, expressive, open, loving, and free.
You say this, and I say that, but the greatest question for you and me is, "What did God say?" Last year, I observed the total demolition of a fast-food restaurant and a big sign-posting by them. The sign indicated in very large print that they were coming back BOLDER, BIGGER, AND BETTER. I attest to the fact that they did rebuild and came back BOLDER AND BIGGER, but due to COVID-19 in early 2020, we have yet to see if they will be BETTER. So it is that 'the jury is still out', and only history will report the results of "I Say, You Say".
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