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Johnson, Megan
Graves, Allan
Ngo, Meline
Ramos, Tiffany
Rosenthal, Allie
Borghei, Niki
Tripp, Criss
Reyes, Thomas
Rajaratnam, Gunadevi
Braxton, Shanda
Barry, Stephen
Prophet, James
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Leach, Michele
LeBlanc, Michelle
maximax, nicole
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Eve T.M.M.
Lin Lane
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P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 12
This anthology is a collection of the work of various poets from all over the world. By reading these diverse works, we hope that people will become more understanding, compassionate, and empathetic towards all people Founded in February of 2005 PoetrySoup Internet Poetry resource and community. Encourages the writing of poetry through community involvement and support. This Free online poetry of professional and amateur 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
• Joselito B. Asperin 330
• Joseph C Ogbonna 457
• Joseph Mugo 408
• Joseph Spence Sr 119, 145
• Joseph Szalinski 353
• Joyce Johnson 222, 36
• Judy Bagwell 147, 160, 341
• Julia A. Keirns 254, 435
• Julie Little 316
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• Katharine L. Sparrow 171
• Keith Trestrail 212, 214, 412
• Kelley Snyder 246
• Kelli White 110, 113, 193
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• Ken Duddle 213, 323
• Kenneth Cheney 285
• Kenyugi Kent 442
• Kevin Cummings 209, 324
• Khalid Albudoor 166
• Khashayar Salehi Nobandegani 463
• Kim Edward Morrison 136, 90
• Kim Marie Rodrigues 113, 247
• Kim Robin Edwards 242
• Kimberly A Sikorski 315
• Kimberly J Merryman 180, 268, 87
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12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
Written & Copyrighted By: MoonBee Canady
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me
The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest
& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers
There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys
There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted
There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove & Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search: For Soup & Treasure-Trove
Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !
There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay
There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That Sir Lamoureu Pledge
Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords
We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman
Part 1 of 2
"NATALIE REALIZES HER FAITH WAS TRUE AND UNCONDITIONAL"
January fifth was the last day NATALIE saw her b e l o v e d mother,
Keeping secrets hidden was always her mother’s greatest weakness-
Looking through old photos she REALIZES she actually had a big brother,
Mother had birthed another baby, his picture full of innocent sweetness.
Natalie took a few weeks to ask HER father about the unknown secret,
Over and over again she thinks about what she will exactly say-
Pretending not to know is really the same as wanting to keep it,
Q u i e t l y she walks in his den on a cold February winter day.
Regardless of his answers she knows that FAITH is on her side,
Saving her from sadness has always been God's greatest benediction-
Troubled as a youth, He WAS the only One she could confide,
Understanding she held the TRUE meaning of the blessed crucifixion.
Very calmly she approaches her father who was always a good guy,
Wandering towards him she shows him the p i c t u r e of the baby-
Xeroxed responses in her mind she hoped to be given an honest reply,
Yet her father s h e d a tiny tear AND explained the family's loss vaguely.
Zinnia’s lay in the front yard b l o o m i n g like it was the garden of Eden,
Astounded, Natalie sits staring out her bay window and sees a white dove-
Basking in the sun she felt the one and only thing she could believe in,
Clearly, it was the nurturing grace of the Lord's forever UNCONDITIONAL love.
* This is a story about a woman from church who found out she had an older brother who died from cancer. Her parents never told her because the loss was too hard to bear. Natalie held onto her strong faith and the Lord carried her through her pain of the loss of a sibling she never knew she had*
Alphabet Soup - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Date Written: September 2, 2016
"I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me" Psalm 3:5
I dreamt I walked along the beach,
Alone at the end of day.
The glory of the setting sun,
A masterpiece on display.
A reddish-gold sun sank into the ocean,
A glowing full moon took it's place.
Cries of the gulls echoed in the silence,
Accompanied by the breaking of waves.
A salty breeze around me sighed,
Wrapping me in it's cocoon.
And then I saw the strangest sight -
An old church nestled in the dunes.
Small it was and out of place,
This chapel by the sea.
A radiant light shone from within,
And gently beckoned me.
Inside I saw a rough-hewn cross,
Hanging from a rafter high.
Before it stood a simple altar,
A place to worship God Most High.
There were no lamps or candles burning,
Yet light shown all around,
And while I stood in silent wonder,
I heard a lovely sound.
Soft music filled the hallowed air,
Enveloping me in such peace.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,"
Brought me to my knees.
Lifting up my eyes, I saw Him,
My Savior gazing down at me.
The love in His eyes was overwhelming,
As He gently brought me to my feet.
He said, "I'm so glad to see you,"
"Welcome to this special place."
He spread His arms wide open,
And drew me into His embrace.
I felt so loved and cherished,
My worries and fears were relieved.
I never wanted to let Him go,
When I did I felt bereaved.
He said "Remember how much I love you,"
As He showed me His nail-scarred hands.
" I will never leave you nor forsake you,"
"No one can snatch you from my hand."
Then He kissed me on my forehead,
Said "Sweet dreams, my precious one."
And when I opened up my eyes,
I saw that He had gone.
It was then that I awakened,
As the alarm began to ring.
And I wondered: was this really just a lovely dream,
Or a visit from my King?
Kim Merryman 9/24/2011
for Constance' "Church by the Ocean" contest
Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix
Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes as it nocturnally numbs the souls underneath its spell
Eurynomos watching rotting corpse’s aromas of the dying dead
Ferryman extends his hand, Charon’s purse must be faithfully fed
Grimly graves in massive waves of victims frivolously falling in
Hell awaits with open gates as the pandemonium does begin
Ignominious retreat for those that would repeat many lifetimes
Jagged rivers edge for those who would wedge their cunning crimes
Kabbalistic rituals leave their residuals as the underworld is overflowing
Lachrymal souls never reach their goals even in their constant crowing
Many do make it as the rest can’t shake it, to outrun the rivers grasp
Necromantic wizards cross the rivers to help undo the candescent clasp
Odysseus in his cunning shall be stunning the querulous Queen as he planned
Persephone in her majesty rigidly rules the underworld by candid command.
In Greek Mythology...a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld (the domain often called Hades, which also is the name of its ruler)
Cerberus...often called the "hound of Hades", is a monstrous multi-headed dog, who guards the gates of the underworld, preventing the dead.
Eurynomos...was the netherworld daimon (spirit) of rotting corpses dwelling in the Underworld.
Charon...is the ferryman of Hades who carries souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx...for a price(coins)
Odysseus...hero of Homer's epic poem the Odyssey...was a frequent visitor.
Persephone...was the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, and the queen of the underworld. She was abducted by Hades.
Sept.03.2016
Alphabet Soup - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Sweetness what does that mean Singing birds just to me
Sugar in my coffee Sunny days with blue skies Sweet dreams of you tonight
Sunflowers all in bloom Sweet potatoes with meat
Date Written:4/20/2021
4 Place 6 Syllables
Pleiades S Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
We met on my front doorstep
In a most amusing way.
I never dreamed when I first saw you,
That I would marry you some day.
You came to my apartment
At the invitation of some friends,
But I had never met you,
And was not quick to let you in.
Your friends had not arrived yet,
And I didn't have a clue.
I thought you were a salesman,
So I asked, "Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Rob," you answered,
With a grin upon your face,
And as I stood with questioning eyes,
It faded just a trace.
Finally, you told me
You'd been sent to my address,
By a couple of friends from church,
Who said you'd be welcomed as a guest.
So I opened up the door
To let you come inside.
I introduced myself to you,
And then I noticed your bright blue eyes.
You said your name was "Merryman",
And you came from "Niceville", too.
I had promised not to laugh,
But it was so hard not to do.
You appeared to be a real nice guy.
You were friendly, cute and polite.
But we were only friends at first.
Romance was not in sight.
But soon our eyes were opened,
And we began to date.
A few months down the road
We knew we'd found our perfect mate.
We were married on a Saturday,
May 30, 1981.
Surrounded by friends and family,
Our life together had begun.
We've been married for many years, now.
We have two sons who are grown.
We've seen "for better and for worse",
As the years have quickly flown.
The Lord has been so good to us.
He's kept our love alive.
It's been His loving presence,
That has made our marriage thrive.
So I give God all the glory,
And I praise Him more and more,
For bringing us together,
That day at my front door.
Sands
trickle
in
my palms
as I try
to grip
them;
I clinch
my fists hard
to the last grain
hoping that
I could
hold
on to
the traces
left on
my
empty
hands.
11 June 2021
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
By Kim Merryman
Lines checked - 19 lines
Syllable Checked 1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1
A Briand Strand 1095 Poetry Contest