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To stand on someone
To be taller than them
Shows feebleness
In either women or men
There is no cost
To be polite in reply
To the ignorant out there
Please give it a try
The words we use
Are totally free
So we should be blessed
You and me
There are times and places
Where they can be heard right
But never to be seen
On Poetry Soups web site
I dare say there are forums
For such people out there
If you want to use them
I don't really care
If you're not on here
You won't be seen
And to the 99% who are
Were nearly 100% clean
So read into this
What you may
As you will read in my comments
Not a bad word to say
Manners " They cost nothing "
I knew Milton through his writing on Poetry Soup and his book, "Ashes on the Snow", (2010). A warm and intimate montage of his life experiences.
He was a principled man, whose deep family roots from the Appalachian highlands of West Virginia carried him through-out his life; where he inspired others, through his ministry and through his classical writing of poetry and short stories.
I am grateful to have known him. A tough critic that always added encouraging remarks; tools to hone my poetic writing skills.
I recall his positive comment on one of my Haiku's. He thought I was very good at this form; something he personally found challenging.
Milton leaves a legacy with a poignant and indelible voice, for our poetry community and far beyond.
God Bless you Milton ~ this is for you:
Haiku:
roots of deep passion
sowing dreams, reaping honor
rising with the stars
Date: January 3, 2023
For: In Honor of L. Milton Hankins An Un-Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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It was New Years Eve so they decided to have a special dinner for two
they ate spinach, noodles, and ham with a dab of orange mustard glaze
red candles burned softly on the linen cloth, as the old year flew
They watched Alice in Wonderland with the fireplace ablaze ;
At 8, he made a nice espresso coffee with Bailey and served it hot
with lemon filled panettone. It was a lovely middling snack.
She tried to keep her eyes open
but the night was gloaming with umbra
so she went upstairs and faded into sleep
dreaming of spells plasma and levitations
Try as she may, the knowledge of New Year was far away until
exactly midnight then,
RATTLE RATTLE (went the doorknob) It woke her from her sleep
"Happy New Year" she said half sleepy to a silent door. She assumed
it was hubby entering the room. Hubby was still downstairs messaging.
(THE GHOST OF NEW YEARS EVE)
"I saw her through the key hole she was fast asleep. I checked
on him. He was sitting on a couch waiting for midnight. I figured
I better get her up, so I jiggled the doorknob loud enough to wake her.
It wasn't very hard for she slept like a hollow egg shell. "
RATTLE RATTLE went the doorknob. By morning she realized her
visitor must have been an alien from outer space. She combed her
hair, washed her face then with coffee perched on a desk wrote a
true story. The first one on poetry soup. (smile) Ghosts are real.
If you believe it, you see it , if you don't, you won't .
and yes, it was a real good meal....
January 1, 2019
contest name: Slap the muse and turn it loose
URDU AND ALLAH ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CATEGORY ON POETRY SOUP ALLAH IS AN ARABIC WORD FOR GOD URDU IS ARYAN LANGUAGE MOSTLY USED IN PAKISTAN INDIA SPEAKING I USE ALLAH FOR PRAYER FOR WORLD PEACE AFTER ALL OF MY WORK IT IS NOT FAIR TO MISLEAD READERS WITH FALSE REPRESENTATION URDU ARYAN LANGUAGE SPOKEN IN ASIA INDIA PAKISTAN ON POETRY SOUP IS TRADGICALLY BEING USED TO CAUSE CRUELTY A KIND OF SLANDER TOTALLY DISREPECT TO THE MUSLIM AND ARABIC COMMUNITY IF YOU NOTICE POETRY SOUP DELIBERATELY LABELED YOUR WORK AS URDU CATEGORY I DO NOT SPEAK URDU ALLAH MEANS GOD REPLACING GOD OR ALLAH IT IS A DISCRIMINATION OF RELIGIOUS BELIEFS OF URDU ARYAN LANGUAGE UNPARDONABLE SIN AGAINST GOD AGAINST ALLAH THE MISLEADING CATAGORY URDU DOES NOT MEAN ALLAH DOES NOT MEAN GOD IT IS AYRAN LANGUAGE STOP DIRESPECTED THE RELIGIOUS BELIEFS OF OTHERS U R D U NO FEAR OF THE MAFIA CRIME BOSS OF BOSSES YOUR SKIPPY YOUR DON STOP SLANDERING MY WORK AGAIN URDU DOES NOT MEAN ALLAH IT DOES NOT MEAN GOD IT IS INDEED ARYAN LANGUAGE SPOKEN BY ASIAN INDIA PAKISTAN PEOPLE MOSTLY USED IN INDIA ALLAH MEANS GOD FREQUNTLY USED BY THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD HYDEPARK CHICAGO COMMUNITIES MUHAMMAD UNIVERSITY
NONE OF MY WORK IS WRITTEN IN ARYAN CATEGORY FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS THIS URDU CATEGORY MEANS ARYAN LANGUAGE I USE ALLAH FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN MUSLIMS AND CHRISTIANS I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD I AM CATHOLIC I AM AN INTERNATIONAL AMERICAN POET BEING BULLIED MY THE CRIME BOSSES OF THE AMERICAN MAFIA ATTACKING ME ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY
I AM AMERICAN
GOD BLESS AMERICA
To write a sonnet discipline's required
Avoiding herky-jerky beat's so hard
While classic rhyme can be sublime
For romantic verse, it sets off chimes --
Structured verses tend to ebb and flow
Be they sonnets, ballads, couplets or rondeaus...
Explore your inner world in free verse
Plumb the depths of darkness and despair
Or soar on eagle's wings through the air
Propelled by unchained imagination
And creativity: Where you end up
Limited solely by your resistivity
November 24, 2019
FREE VERSE VS STRUCTURED Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
John Wulf, with his funny Limerick antics telling funny hilarious stories,
“viagraology
There once was a medical study
of things flapping flaccid like putty
those men given placebo
couldn’t enter gazebo
it drove the poor fellas plumb nutty
Copyright © 2015John Wulf”
but also has his very soft spot for all of us
Then there is my very favorite lady, Jan Allison, with all her humorous poems,
ANOTHER VIAGRA POEM HAS JUST POPPED UP - INSPIRED BY EVE ROPER AND JACK ELLISON
It hung so limply like Niagara
Doc told him to take some Viagra
Just one little blue pill
Gave his wife such a thrill
It sticks up so high it could stab ya
Copyright © 2015JAN ALLISON 18th July 2015
but lover her with all our hearts she is the sweeties of them all
Jack Ellison, teasing back and forth with his witty poems,
so who’s the greatest of them all,
OD'd On Viagra
Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Overdosed on Viagra, whatta shock
My wee fellow looked up
Said, “You ain't no pup!”
I cried, “This guy don't go by no clock”
Copyright © Jack Ellison 2015
But a jolly soul because his Santa Jack this year.
Then there’s our Mystic Rose that joins the group with her sense of humor;
A Little Viagra Goes A Long Way
Incline thy ear o-friend of mine
Me poor husband got it bad
He got a dicky that won't pine
Tis sad Tis sad Tis really sad
I heard yours takes Viagra pills
Malone's will not erect nor stay
and yesterday he got the shills
Just letting dicky out to play!
Would you be so kind to send
The medicine that made him sleep
I'll give my hon a pop to rend
His dicky joy, so he can weep
Few tears of joy alongside mine
Oh how my smile would shine
He got a dicky that won't pine
And that's a real bad sign...
Copyright ©Mystic Rose 7/19/2015
so much fun we have here on Poetry Soup
11/13/2015
Poetry Contest : Who Are those funny Poets
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
"laugh and the world laughs with you,
cry and you cry alone"
how true and sad these words once penned
for this I've learned, yet learn again
that when I bloom and smile with glee
the world and life will laugh with me
I'm not alone....never alone
the joy is not for me alone!
Yet when the demons heart possess
and come to steal my happiness
when all around is darkest gloom
and none to rescue from the tomb
I am alone.....I cry alone
the grief I bear....I bear alone!
I know your heart is bleeding too
for some have been unkind to you
and none can see the bitter tear
nor chase the goblin of your fear
You feel alone....you cry alone
but that pain you bear, don't bear alone!
Now turn to me; remember this
I know this pain, this poisoned kiss
depression has a hold of me
and this I say with certainty
though other hearts are made of stone
you're not alone....NEVER alone!
Eileen Manassian
This poem got 1265 views. You can find it here on Poetry Soup if you want to read the comments and pics I've posted with it. There's one of Robin Williams...to man who made everyone smile but cried alone. I hope you enjoy the video. I haven't been able to write in some time, so I'm posting some videos of Rhymes of the Times that I recorded some time ago. :) Enjoy
Don’t scan your horoscope today
to find out what the stars may say
tomorrow brings, or if you’ll see
the lilacs bloom again, that tree
bud, flare, and fade, the sun decline
into its winter’s mortal shine:
what lies ahead is still a blur,
though what’s to come is all too sure.
The vanished years recede so fast,
and any smile may be our last:
we’re not designed to glimpse our end;
just take what good the gods may send.
This is all we need to know:
we’ve got today: don’t let it go.
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In imitation of (though not a translation of) Horace Odes I.11.
Please note that I never have used and never will use AI to compose or revise any of my writings.
A random comment on poetry in general: A good poem is addressed to the person who reads it, not to the person who writes it. By this standard, there are practically no good poems being written today.
WAITING FOR THE MUSIC TO PLAY*
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she’s poised on her tiny stage
waiting for the music to play
she wears a pink leotard and white satin tutu bordered with lace
waiting for the music to play
she stands en pointe in perfect form
waiting for the music to play
she is perfectly still on her shapely, porcelain legs
waiting for the music to play
she looks around never moving her head
waiting for the music to play
she sees her perfect body and slender lines in the stage mirror
waiting for the music to play
she is a beauty with delicate, alabaster skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair
waiting for the music to play
she yearns to twirl around with style and grace
waiting for the music to play
she patiently bides her time, her legs never quivering
waiting for the music to play
she dreams of her future, reflects on her past
waiting for the music to play
she’s eternally destined to remain on her toes
waiting for the music to play
she cries a single tear letting it stream down her face
hoping someone will turn the key
*Note: I originally published this poem on Poetry Soup on June 8, 2025, then deleted it. (poetrysoup.com/poem/waiting_for_the_music_to_play_1737655). This is my original poem.
Here are some questions, dear poets on Poetry Soup. As we look in within, we may find answers we have been looking for, beyond narrow conditioning and dogmatic beliefs. There can be more than one ‘right answer’ and of course, we can always silently choose the invisible fifth option ‘none of the above’. Be that as it may, it suffices that we’re peeping into our soul.
Ramana had queried ‘Who am I?’
a) we are this body identity
b) we are the thoughts streaming through us
c) we are a subset of a race or religious order
d) we are eternal living light, encased in five sheaths
What is the noumena wherefrom arises phenomena?
a) an unknown God said to be omnipresent
b) the word, as said in John 1.1
c) the cosmic egg, Hirayangarbha
d) there are no ‘others’; we are in a lucid dream
Given that God is omnipresent, He must be within. Where is He hiding?
a) in the cave of our heart as love
b) within the region of head as awareness
c) at our navel, radiating power
d) as our breath, heartbeat and magnetism enabling life
What does God look like?
a) Jesus. He must be Jesus only and no other
b) The holy trinity representing love, wisdom and power
c) Space and time entwined ~ the eternal witness
d) Soft white, all pervading living light
What lies beyond death?
a) the heavens we have been told about
b) nothing. We are extinguished.
c) the astral and casual realms
d) there is no death. Body dies, we, as soul, live on
What is Turiya, the fourth state?
a) we know only of waking, dreaming and deep sleep
b) it is the unchanging screen of awareness
c) a singularity defying delineation
d) silence and stillness ~ eye of the hurricane
What is the Kundalini or Chi or Holy Spirit?
a) there is no such thing
b) it is the Divine Mother, kinetic aspect of God’s energy
c) don’t ask please. This question offends my beliefs
d) the three terms of the question are not interchangeable
If all be one, why does everything seem dualistic?
a) dance of polarities in the womb of existence
b) veil of maya
c) creation of thought
d) well, it is dual. We are each a separate entity.
Hope you enjoyed!
27-January-2023
The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney