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My Name Is Derek

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.
© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Hey Levi What Happened

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.

Premium Member Asian Weaver Ants - For Giant Animals Contest

 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
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Watermelon Thieves

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
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member P S Its Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 15

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 

Moses Sichach                          325
Muhadzis Ghafur                       333
Naledi Segosebe                       366
Nancy Lee Kaufman                                   318
Nandita Das                                54
Natasha Turner                          131
Nathan Hannen                         333
Neil Delport                                 269
Nelvy Gracia Majaw                   375
Neva E. Romaine                      111, 61
Newton Ranaweera                  257, 303
Newton Rathnasiri Ranaweera Kalu Arachchige     300
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©


Premium Member Nathan the Giant

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
Form: Verse

Premium Member Here and Gone

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

Premium Member If

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

Premium Member Dr Feel Good

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.
Form: Epic

Premium Member Breaking All the Commandments

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)
Form: Couplet

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