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Poets, members of the soup        
Poets, so many to mention
Poets, an extraordinary group
Poets, with great expression
Poets, everyone is a cool poet                                                                       
Poets, I love everybody’s poetry
Poets, and they should know it
Poets, who inspire he and she
Poets, from all over the world
Poets, a never ending breed
Poets, their words left instilled
Poets, work you want to read  
Poets, making you laugh or smile 
Poets, who have such a cool vibe
Poets, each their own unique style  
Poets, who keep the art form alive





Poets,this a tribute i did do before but lousley pt togeather at time,,  to all the cool poets on the soup,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Ive probably missspelt a few names before so thought rewrite in this context as there is so many cool 
poets on here ive forgot some of you erin s samantha  so many others after deleating some of my writs lost 
coments off these poets   of course harrry horse man terry oleray david williams rebecca laura and so on
this my tribute to each and every one of you for youe insperaton and such nice words
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its nice to know there are still some cool real people on this planit we call earth THANKYOU FOR WELCOMING ME TO SOUP
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© David Scott  

To all of the grandest of wizards of the ku klux klan
as well as to all of your members be they woman or man.
To all hate groups worldwide and through out America's great land.
Prepare for your own extinction. It will be delivered by your own hand.
With great risk of offending The Neanderthal, 
you're all much like they were and like they you will fall.
Neanderthals didn't have the ability to learn any new knowledge.
If they were with us today, I doubt you'd see many in college.
You lack that same ability to open up your mind and learn.
Your ignorance has damned many of your children to death and/or prison, 
never again to return.
Your convictions breed hatred, stupidity, ignorance and worse.
I truly understand. It's your hereditary curse.
You keep alive the concepts of hatred and racism
by passing this stupidity on to your innocent children,
but in time all of your children will one day leave your nest
and make some very brave decisions not in your best interest.
They'll learn that the concept of race is not only morally divisively strong,
it's a concept that has been scientifically proven wrong.

To continue click NEXT for to the ku klux klan Part 2

© Billy Thekidster  

It had nothing to do with March Madness or the NCAA final championship game between Arkansas and Duke in 1994, but it was one great game.* In fact, it was one of the greatest games I have ever witnessed. It was a basketball championship game in which my youngest son played. This basketball  program of the junior high level was sponsored by the Park District                           in our community.                  

There were two team members that will forever be fixated in my mind. One was the point guard and the other was my son, the-two guard. Our team lost that game, but it should have never been close. The point guard had great speed and some great offensive skills. My son was a great ball-handler, great free-throw shooter, and blessed with great defensive skills. This game was lost because the point guard did not do well at the point.

With too few passes on offense, he missed far too many layups. He would race                                                         down the court in Nascar speed only to miss too many uncontested layups.                                                        Such weakness was not revealed until the last game, and by then, it was too late.

The point guard was short and never learned the magic of utilizing the backboard for maximum performance. The ball would fall short of the goal where it needed to be in order to bounce into the hoop. Sometimes,  basketball is all about the backboard.

041320PoSp                                                                                                                                                                   *This happened in 1994 and was written in longhand some years later and not dated. I found this story a couple of days ago in my garage. This was written at least 10 years ago.

© Curtis Johnson  

We live life in communities
comprised of many families
but for the success of the whole
we select some to take control.

The laws they make we all agree
are essential to keep us free.
The ones who our laws enforce
are those who wield the civil sword.

The churches in communities
comprised of many families 
are governed by the laws of God
recorded in His Holy Word.

The members of the church agree
God’s laws exist to keep them free.
The ones who do these laws enforce
hold in their hands the Spirit’s sword.

The church and state each play a role
to make civil society whole.
When each one stays within its crease
Society enjoys lasting peace.

Separation of church and state
is a prime American trait.
It serves to keep religion free
from interference by the state.

When churches try to use the state
to enforce laws that they dictate
society becomes traumatized
by the strivings that soon arise.

The way to help the culture change
is to proclaim God’s message strange.
The foolishness of God’s pure Word
makes man’s wise words sound so absurd.

Christians, let’s keep these swords apart
let us not from God’s Word depart.
Give Caesar what to him belongs,
leave it to God to right all wrongs.

© David Richmond  

To my Dearest Darling Rose

I am writing this letter to you at this
moment sat on my own up on deck
of the ship and it's around midnight 
We are somewhere due south of the 
equator in the middle of the Indian Ocean 
off the coast of east Africa 

We did the line crossing ceremony today
so all the guys are as you can imagine
pretty done in from all the festivities and
unlimited rum rations

It's so hot and humid down below deck
that the smell and snoring make it virtually
impossible to sleep for me doesn't seem to
bothering them at all though

I can't begin to describe what it is like to
you at night out here
The sea and sky are so black and luminous
you can barely tell exactly where they meet
and the horizon is

Apart from to say you only see the
moonlight bouncing off the odd ripple
or wave
And it's so deadly silent apart from the
humming of the ship's engine and now
cutting a path through the water

And the sky and the stars Rose my love
Maybe are as beautiful as you are to me
the same way your eyes light up your face 

Honestly I can't lie Rose it's getting harder and
harder to be away from you and you are the
only thing I have come to rely on to keep
me going 

Anyway Rose my love I suppose I should
start making my way down below deck
again and try and get some sleep while
I still can

And end as always telling and letting you
know just how much I miss and love you
and simply cannot wait for this hole sorry
mess and saga so I can finally come back
home to you and our boy so we can be and
live as a proper family

But for now kiss my boy on the head and
let him know how much I love him and
cannot wait to see him in person

All my love truly till then 
Dear John

Dear Rose
Regretfully we are writing to you
To inform you that in the
21 June 1941
H.M.S Apparition
Along with all of her
111 Crew Members
Where lost at sea
No survivers remained

Sorry for your loss

© Christopher Flaherty  

If an ape came into my living room, 
And could talk fluently and converse, 
I’d speak with him about sociology, 
Or to her about avoiding the perverse. 

I’d ask how to form friendships, 
How to foster appreciation within, 
Making hints at a lack of confidence, 
Causes me to falter and not win. 

I’d ask about the disadvantaged, 
The weaker members who lack chance, 
About how to elevate and free them, 
Their everyday experience to enhance. 

I’d inquire about surprise, revelation, 
To learn from his posture to life, 
So that I could educate the kids, 
On ways to deal with strife. 

I’d ask if he’s embarrassed to be, 
The king ape with lots of women, 
Or if he just accepts his role, 
Without distaste or hesitation. 

I’d ask if she redistributed wealth, 
Fruit each time to the more weak,
And decide to vote for socialism, 
Or for social democracy’s cheek. 

I’d ask about his favourite girl, 
How often he returned for more, 
And stand up for personalities, 
In every profession’s shore. 

I’d ask what she thought about, 
In the spare time of her day, 
And just accept the relationality,
That makes secularism okay. 

I’d offer him a coffee, with help, 
And accept he did not want sugar, 
And reorganise my meaty diet, 
To become about veggies eager.

© Dominique Webb  

Has been a concern more than a bit of a bummer after months of the dumber & dumber IPL drummer couldn’t be glummer did discern my heart did desperately yearn for Test Cricket’s return and the true start of the English summer..


“Endless spell of hell fanned with pointless strand of “IPL” brand

Fascination with the same same machination.. don’t understand

Aversion to lame tame perversion of game they sell it’s so bland

Fell don’t feed gobby corporate lobby creed.. their greed banned

Stuck in a rut more windows shut tut tut but glut will still expand

Pray tell underhand coercion we plead indeed needs to be canned

Test veneration for deeds seeds sow grow in generation spanned

Still the longest format old hat damned like cricketing contraband

Hall of Fame heed lend a hand or best sort of our sport’s panned

Don't whine if for folklore you pine must draw a line in the sand

Not T20 farce but timeless class and your members pass scanned

No obituary atmosphere soaking and stroking my pituitary gland

Plenty more days of play encore holds sway.. bar dutifully manned

Raise a glass & use a comfy cushion for your ar*e.. getting tanned

Dad & his lad peruse grand views and hues from pews in the stand

No ruse planned muse evoking a beautifully green & pleasant land”

© Old Timer Rhymer  

A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 2

I was again charmed 
By the singing of Koyal’s song
As the Koyal was still singing her “Kuhoo kuhoo” 
In her full throated ease with her melodious sweetness
Perhaps this immortal bird is singing 
Like this, since thousands and thousands of years,
Sometimes enjoying the lush green Nature 
All around her and sometimes 
In the company of only few trees and 
some humans like me and others.  07
.
The melodious voice of the bird reminded me
My mother’s expertise in singing and 
In playing the musical instrument like Harmonium and Violin  
Perhaps she had developed these 
To forget the pains of her life and other sufferings
Due to my father’s too much involvement in freedom struggle and
The loneliness in which she was taking care, 
of my grandfather, mother and other family members
Although,  all these silent sacrifices made her a unique woman of her time
Who was blessed with the simplicity of life and 
her ardent love and care for her family members and her husband. 08
.
Her sacrifices for the country’s freedom struggle, 
for which she had devoted many younger years of her life,
While working with Late Kamla Nehru*
And doing the work of social upliftment
To awaken and improve the dirty slums of Allahabad* around 1930’s 
Made her a woman of outstanding courage and strength. 09
* Kamla Nehru was the wife of Ist Prime Minister of India
*Now Allahabad is renamed as Prayagraj as it was in 1575.
.
My late mother did many sacrifices for her country’s freedom struggle, 
as a true-life partner of her husband 
While working with Late Kamla Nehru* in Allahabad 
She worked to light up the torch of freedom struggle, 
In the hearts of illiterate and untouchable of those days 
With whom no one used to talk in that era, 
what to say of sitting with them, 
educating them and even touching them sometimes, 
when these poor people were sick
Doing all these things was almost impossible, 
in the Hindu society of those days
These people for whom, she worked were in the most depilated condition, 
in my country of those days of India, around 1930’s. 10
.
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Kanpur India 12th May 2019  Please see Last two paras as concluded in Part 3

© Ravindra K Kapoor  

~ As  We  Walk ~
( Free   Verse )



~O~



Within us, all is shown with kindness, 
And hopes, to catch a little scent, 
As  memories, of home unfold;
And dusts, my lovely thoughts, with frost...


o~ O ~o


In icy pause, the winter's nights,
With choices, that sometimes, were so wrought, 
Too many words, that went unsaid,
As I rush, through another day. 


o~ O ~o


Before all we know, life had slipped away, 
We whine, we moan, and cry, in so much pain;
A void so confused, to fill us all,
With ink of black,  and white of snow. 



~O~



Dorian  Petersen  Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002



August.05.2021





“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain- 





~Author's Notes:



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"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." 

- Abraham Lincoln - 



-May God bring great comfort and healing to all of you who have lost a loved one, be a family member, a very dear friend, someone, to the COVID- 19.All my heartfelt prayers are also for 
 all my very dear friends, family members each and all, and the whole wide world, each and everybody. Wish you each and all the very best in everything n' all you do! BE STRONG N' POSITIVE! PLEASE STAY HEALTHY, WELL, AND SAFE!!! God bless you always! 
 Lots of Love, Hugs, and Prayers surely, Everyday, Always, from the U.S.A.! D .

© Dorian Petersen Potter  

~Compassion~ 
(Free Flow) 


Love and compassion is something that we all should feel, 
Every human being should experience it today, everyday, 
God shows His love, caring and compassion for all of us, 
He does it in everything that we go through. 

Let's show our compassion and kindness for other folks, 
I know that there are so many that suffer to, 
They're going through a lot of sorrow and pain today, 
It's not hard to show sympathy, and give them a helping hand too. 

Love, charity compassion and kindness should start in our homes, 
Give it to all your friends and family members to, 
It is part of our original make-up when God created us, 
God expect us not only to show Love but Compassion to everyone too. 

Compassion is not just an emotion, it's something we all should feel, 
It's something very natural embeded in each of us as humans beings to, 
And it doesn't take too much to demonstrate it to anyone around, 
It can be a smile or just a kind word to someone who needs it too. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2011




May.17.2016

© Dorian Petersen Potter