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My name is Derek
I'm laying in the grass
Atop a massive cliff face
Waiting for time to pass
Come lay next to me
Tell me how you've been
Set a towel down
Or you're gonna stain your shirt
The wind here is cold
Just like this whole town
And I'm still in shorts
Losing feeling in my legs
My journey both ways is uphill
And I would rather be chilled
Than sweating to death in real clothes
It's a reason that nobody knows
My name is Azure
Or is it Nathan?
Well, does it matter
What title we lock ourselves in?
It's getting easier
When I choose not to think
When I drift away
Stormy seas are calm
When I'm face to face
With the one I love
I forget myself
And I cling on to her
Clinging to an image of hope
It's easier than being alone
Even if it hurts when I think
I can just dull it with a drink
I think I'll be heading home
My name is Derek.
He is a fourth grader
Sitting alone during lunch recess
Sure some call it lunch
I call it lunch recess
Because it is.
No one sits alone unless they
are in trouble. I sit across from him.
Let’s call him Levi.
Hey, Levi, why are you sitting alone?
I’m in trouble.
what happened?
Nathan is the worst thrower in the whole world.
I threw my cap at him, and he threw it at the teacher
and hit her. So now I’m in trouble because of his
bad throw.
The logic is so easy.
I have to hold my smile down hard.
So are you guys still pals?
He nods.
Tomorrow though, he tells me.
It’s not my fault he’s a bad thrower.
Guess they may be minute in your eyes
But this tiny insect can pack quite a surprise
The sheer strength of these little ants
May make you give them a second glance
Scientists have now discovered an ant can lift
One hundred times it’s body weight – what a gift!
Just because it’s tiny it doesn’t mean
The power of this insect cannot be seen
So next time you see a teeny ant remember if you can
It has so much power but it’s simply hidden from man
In actual size it may not be considered a ‘giant’
But for psychical strength it is self-reliant
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D
Poem inspired by this article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1252481/Pictured-Incredible-gravity-defying-ant-carry-100-times-body-weight.html
08~25~15
THE WATERMELON THIEVES
Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.
A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.
The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.
I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;
Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.
Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.
Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.
Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.
A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.
We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.
My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.
Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.
Judy Ball
FOR NATHAN D.'s - LET'S PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE CONTEST
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 15
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
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Muhadzis Ghafur 333
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Nancy Lee Kaufman 318
Nandita Das 54
Natasha Turner 131
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Neil Delport 269
Nelvy Gracia Majaw 375
Neva E. Romaine 111, 61
Newton Ranaweera 257, 303
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Ngoc Minh Nguyen 345
Nia Feren Puthanveettil 438
Nicholas Windle 119, 232, 79
Nicola Davidson 173
Nikolay Lopatin 363
Nina Parmenter 261, 9, 91
Nora Gibson 197, 286
Nyonglema Christian Pisoh 266
Ogino Makoto 342
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser 100, 145, 86
Panagiota Romios 124, 53, 71
Pashang Salehi 151, 326, 96
Patricia Cammish 367, 368
01/06/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Nathan the Giant
A little giant he became discarded because of his age
Surrendered to a cold steel cage
His warm soft bed traded for a dog pound
Confined in fear his bellows abound
Trying to drown out the growling sounds
Standing tall upon his stubby legs
Take me home he begs
This little Dachshund a Giant he became
Hoping to once again claim a family name
She wondered in looking for a companion
Feeling the cold crates and tearing
I want to capture all of them so Dearing
But one caught her sight, as he stood so austere
He is the one sent to me from above
She knew of his journey through fearful times
So connected was she as she traveled same signs
She cradled him daily and promised this godsend
That together they would be forever friends
He returned to safety and warmth in his new home
No need for a bed for hers was his dome
Together their lonely spirits were no more
For this little one gave her love evermore
The once empty lives became an old adventure
Nathan the Dachshund became her little giant treasure
Margaret Franceschini
September 12, 2015
There comes a time when one must step aside.
Leaving bits and pieces of their heart behind.
In life everything may not be what it seems.
For some it is a lesson they still must learn
Memories will be left of sweet words spoken.
Love and friendship was always freely given.
The voice only heard in the poetry they wrote.
A chapter of life has now been forever closed.
"Free Verse Writer's contest"
Sponsor "Nathan"
Written by: Carol ~Sunshine~Brown
8th Place Winner
If my melody is your voice, will you sing some notes for me?
Melt and let me dance in your rhapsody, let me feel happy and be free...
If my sweetness comes from your heart, will it beat twice faster than before?
Enclosing me in a cocoon of warmth, plaguing me nothing but love
If my gentleness caresses you, will you touch me soothingly?
Lingering for quite sometime, leaving marks even years can't hide
If my actions fills you, won't you mind hugging me?
Drain me from uncertainties and miseries, quench me from all that's cruel and perishes...
If by the mere presence of you energizes me, will you not remain being with me?
Don't worry, am not asking for forever, I just want to start now or never...
---07/22/2013, hope its accepted though... :) ----
Contest: any poem # 5
Sponsored by: NATHAN D.
Honorable Mention
Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2
Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN.
It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown.
I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods
Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods
Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse.
If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise.
Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse.
My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep.
With the consumption, you’re not for human use.
Doc, I will be your worst nightmare.
My ambush of words will leave you in fear.
My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling,
As he gives you a PAP SMEAR.
You cannot escape my mental destruction gear.
STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear.
You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head.
Begging my assistant to put you out of misery.
Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history.
Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore.
Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry.
Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease?
Now I have you on your knees.
Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth.
Spiting my speech disorder all over your face.
Your slam has no speed to continue with this race.
You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze
My assistant is setting traps in your house
Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse.
Crushing your amphetamines high thread.
I'm going to take your poetic head,
Cram it into the hospital bed.
Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed.
Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead.
My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead.
Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled.
Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!)
All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead
Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead.
Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head.
By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you.
by;p.d.
PRELUDE
King David did break all Ten Commandments in one act (2 Samuel 11:2-5)
All it takes is one to break the pact (James 2:10)
THE X COMMANDMENTS
He made Bathsheba a goddess (2 Samuel 11)
Her body was his idol, to him she was hottest (2 Samuel 11:4)
He caused others to take God’s Name in vain (2 Samuel 11:14)
Did he keep the Sabbath Day? (1 Kings 20:29)
Where were his thoughts on that day?
Were Jesse and Nitzevet honored by
their son's behavior? (Is. 11:1; Ps 86:16)
This is why God sent the Savior (Psalm 51:4; Matt. 1:21)
With David’s rape of Bathsheba and murder of Uriah (2 Samuel 11)
In one fell swoop he struck his Messiah (Number 20:11; 1 Cor. 10:1-14)
He stole Uriah's wife (2 Samuel 11)
And stole his life......
(Ahimelech was fed a lie and gave the showbread
To feed David and his men instead) (1 Samuel 21:1-6)
........Sullying Uriah’s reputation (2 Samuel 11:14-21)
And coveting Uriah’s all and everything and
things that might have been
Why? King David ruled kingdoms and had many wives (2 Samuel 3:2-6)
and concubines (2 Samuel 5:13)
POSTLUDE
Nathan shared a parable with the king
He became irate, then shame came
As the prophet revealed the guilty man (2 Samuel 12:1-15)
It was King David guilty of all by one act
(So let us remember (we are all sinners) that one act (Of commission or omission) can offend many, especially God)