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Top 100 Poets - All-Time Most Popular

Do i have to first change my name to 
Poet Destroyer to top the list,
Or add my all three names like 
Carol Sunshine Brown to come second?
Is it wearing sun glasses like Andrea Dietrich
In my profile picture that mandates me,
Or welcoming Soup freshers like SKAT-LOVE does
To be in the top four?

What does it really take?

Is it all about the P enclosed in the yellow star
Like the top threee?
Really?
What about suZ-D who is number 98 with that gold P, 
Did she not harmonize her name like
Charmaine Chircop  who is on 20


What does it really take?

Should i say its all about being a lady
To be in the top nine?
Or else its because in poetry men come number ten?
If so
Thanks to Vince Suzadail Jr. who made it there
And our own hero Becca Lucas who sealed the 100

Does it really take that?

Should i say its all about the profile picture?
Then i would have an answer for sharon weimer 
who came on number 11 
Would Carolyn Devonshire say i am right on that?
I dont think so not our number five

Then what is it all about?

Should i say its all about the US flag?
If so then thats why  Linda-Marie SweetHeart came on number 6
But what about Robert A. Dufresne who is below 
Vicky Tsiluma a Kenyan?
On that One has P and the other lacks a photo
I got it the former has no photo

So am i right then?


That to be on this list you must not be from Africa?
No at last i disagree with my view 
Because Wilma Neels is on number 38
And…99 Adeleke Adeite 
At least that's kind of fair 
To Africa

So do i have the answer i wanted? 

No. Nott until i went back to my poems
And made a great discovery 
These are the same people 
Who put ink on my poems
These are the people i read their poems
And i curse my mother for feeding me
With pumpkins 

These are the poets we all treasure
The famous 100
who deserve to be on the wall of fame
Even now i guess they are the people 
That will drop comments on This
As others read, get bored and walk a way cursing my master piece
 Not caring about Killing my dreams of becoming 101
I think that's why my all links have that number
101 love poems from Rodgers Roger
Yet i posted an elegy  

These are the book worms
That know punctuation better
And can determine a right type of their poem
These are the ones who never post stuff like  
,./;'' am trying ';./=/


Premium Member A Futile Death

A Futile Death by Wilma Neels

Flying over the place that use to be my home
I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape 
Transformed to a murky coal black scene 
A faucet has been opened
When everything went up in flames
Amidst all the confusion 
I lost everything I loved
Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed
Please keep them safe
Please close the hole
This is the only home we know,

As I sit on a rock
The sadness overwhelms me, 
As my sister slips away
She has lost the battle 
The oil slick has gone thicker 
It’s gaining power with every hour
I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth
May her final breath not be in vain
I flap my wings in a silent salute
Farewell dear sister, you will be missed
May this be the last time,
I witness such ugliness…


Written: 24 June 2010
Contest: Why oh Why?
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

Premium Member My Table of Three Plus Me

A poetry convention is a wow
Our writes we endeavour to plough
We'll meet so many friends
To enhance writing trends
Our strengths are as thick as the bough

To my table I have decided to seat
Three ladies whom I'd so love to meet
They are favourites of mine
And they will be for some time
Their poetry to read is my treat

The first lady to seat is a gem
Her novels just shine from her pen
She's a New Jersey girl
Who makes my heart twirl
Her poetry flows 'tres bien'

The second lady to sit at my table
If given the chance, I'd surely enable
She's Maltese, she's Celene
A Mediterranean Queen
Her name would be beautifully labelled

The third lady who I now show to her chair
Her writing just makes me openly stare
It's oozes life's desire
It makes me aspire
Table Top Mountain, I wish I was there




 Not for any contest, but I thank Michael for the idea, ty 



Thank you Carolyn Devonshire, Celene Crescent & Wilma Neels for being you,***




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Crazy One and the Spelling Bee, Oh I Mean, Queen

In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders, 
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul! 

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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul! 




For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D 

290820111855

Premium Member 'refracting Reflections'

REFRACTING REFLECTIONS 

"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "

All the barriers broken down
Nothing left to shelter it, 
Her heart now exposed 

The first time in years
She has left it all bare,
Unlike all the other times
When the excuses piled up 
Before it even started

“Why would you do things differently, this time around? 

She looked at me, with a puzzled face

“I don’t know” was her reply
Maybe I need to see what will happen
If I let things be -

Not let my fears
 be my principle decision maker

just take the plunge,
I might find that little rainbows 
Lead to bigger things
Moments of happiness
Or even love
That has eluded me…

Maybe I am ready now
To embrace 
Not having control
Over my emotions
Whatever they might be - 

I looked at her, 
Holding back tears   

With just one wish,
That I would be as brave 
As her one day,

That the mirror image 
I see, be 
Reflective in me

Maybe that day is closer 
Then what you might think

The echo came - 

It may only be 
a breath away… 


Refracting Reflections
By Wilma N. Neels
Contest Name : I Fancy another Sad Poem
Date: 15/08/2011
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Renew On the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Take Me To the Stars and Beyond

Take me to the stars and beyond by W. Neels and I. Desai


The stars must be aligned
orbiting around our naked bodies
that explains the tingling feeling
from all the love we've made,
my senses are still reeling
my body is yearning, 
yearning and wishing for you
to touch, to caress,
to take control of 
every aroused inch of it
to the flickering stars and beyond
reverberating through every fiber of my being...
wishful this union will last a lifetime and more...
I open my eyes and see heaven
breathing heavily,
staring at me with a content and satisfied look.
And in that look,
I see tomorrow...
I see...
forever 

"Reason for it being my favorite: 
My very first collab and it was with my best friend"

"Myself and my friend wrote this piece, 
via text messages, he lives in a different city and
this was the end result..30/01/2010"

Premium Member 'if I Hug You Once, Could It Be Forever'

By Wilma N. Neels

My senses jumped into action
When I became aware of you,
Your presence overwhelming

My body,
My mind,
Only had one desire 

Like a song without a chorus
Incomplete...
Like a fire without a flame
No warmth displayed...
You draw me into you,
Like a moth to a flame

Slowly floating
My feet didn’t touch the ground,
Until I stood in front of you

Barely touching,
The chemistry palpable 
Undeniable too

It had to happen
If not today,
Someday soon
I wanted to reach out
Touch your face,
Play with the lines around 
Your eyes…

I wanted more,
So much more…

I wanted to know if I hug you once, could it be forever.


*For Sidney Hall, who gave me the title,
not sure if this is what he had in mind
but this is what I came up with :-)*

© All Rights Reserved

Contest: Razzle Dazzle
2nd Place

Premium Member 'crayons'

We are like a box of crayons
Diverse and unique
The difference is; crayons 
Does not battle to be the best color in the box 
They are content in creating a stunning picture 
No matter if one color got preference over  the other 

We need to stop making life a competition
The joy of putting each other down
Last only as long as your effort is highlighted

Tomorrow something else takes centre stage
The only person left with the scar is the one you put down today 

For your temporary moment in the limelight
Life is about more than that 

@WN Neels 231120162003

Trading Places

It... was all supposed to be a simple meet
Between friends with a hug and a kiss
She felt good in my arms 
And I thought I got to have more of this

But after the kiss everything was a blur
From my eyes I saw me 
And from mine she saw her
Somehow we changed bodies, but how could this be

I quickly looked down and OH she has my bits
And blocking my view are these two large t-ts
I cried for my manhood
I know this might sound crude
But I think it was the feminine side
That just came out and I couldn’t hide

We departed I needed time to think
I could feel my depression at the brink
Then I thought, O’ girl what a joy 
I’ll nip down the shop and get me a toy
Three days later I was still in bed
Saying got to have more before the batteries are dead.

Then, I had a conviction, this isn’t mine to abuse 
So three days later I put the toy to good use.
Then he, I mean she called we have to meet
And go through the ritual of how we greet
So between friends with a hug and a kiss
I felt odd hugging me like this

Then it happened and I was back with me bits
As I looked down without the obstruction of two large t-ts
But I had this nasty burning sensation
An itch, scratchy feeling not to mention

I ran in the toilet and examined me friend
She had abused him so much he had a raw end....

***For The Love Of My Life Besides My Wife Wilma Sexy Neels***
Form: Rhyme

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