Long Potd Poems
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Lantern of the Shadowed Glade
In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell.
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.
Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise.
On Halloween, beneath pewter beams,
Wailing winds weave ominous screams,
The Jack-o’-lantern’s gaze ignites,
On ghoulish forms lurking in the night.
He sees the village, veiled in fear,
In costumes worn, yet souls austere,
For lurking ’neath the festive guise,
A darkness deep, where evil lies.
Children laugh with voices bright,
While shadows waltz in ghostly light,
Sinister secrets, whispers heard,
Carried on the wings of a devil bird.
But deeper still, the pumpkin knows,
The ancient lore, the forest’s throes,
For spirits rise on this cursed night,
To dance beneath the pale moonlight.
In solemn vigil, silent, and grim,
The gourd watches, a veil so thin,
‘Twixt shadowed realms of dark and light,
A sentinel of the Styx, in eternal night.
When dawn breaks o’er the ghastly glade,
The pumpkin’s light begins to fade,
In its heart, an ember of infernal lore,
A demonic lantern, cursed forevermore.
I see an aging Panagiota with the soul of a youth.
Untouched by hatred~yet despised for, as she's always telling the truth.
Utterly, unwilling to be a crowd pleaser.
She has grown to know the hollow emptiness of being a groupie-gratifier.
A big Heart to her, counts more than the brilliance in any word play in the head.
She loves poetry of Shakespeare that throngs here consider quite dead.
She knows the arrogant here who knock at her heart's door, oh my so loud?
And evaporate quickly,as insignificant raindrops after a storm followed by a golden-bright cloud!
She knows the hopelessness of playing life's little victim.
With the onset of great pain, hardship and lonelines,she blossoms, right as rain.
Threatened by males here to "change her poetry style or else,"
These macho nobodies have lit her soul afire, nothing more ignorant delights to ainspires her.
She knows quite well the legion of names of the BEST who ignore her.
She really doesn't care, she realizes she is, indeed, first and forever,God's poetic daughter.
You won't find thousands of one-line poems from her.
She wants her poetry to make your velvety-heart positively beat loudly and almost purr.
This is the self in the mirror, I have found at Poetry Soup.
No big arm of trophies nor winner am I, just an ordinary woman, with her quill in glory, acknowledging God in the sky.
To God be the Glory. Thank you, close friends and ones yet to come....
All my love~
Panagiota Romios
February 5, 2020
7:00am PST
POTD. February 7, 2020
i done stacked up cinder blocks to build a wall,
and hid my primary colors in the dark.
i grew so tall I forgot how it felt to fall;
instead, I permit my inner child to cry.
the ticking clock gnaws away precious minutes,
meanwhile I trace the scars upon a wooden floor,
I've run out of interesting, adult things to say;
instead, I permit my inner child to cry.
wax crayons smudge against my calloused skin,
mixing with the ink of bills and unread mail.
i've grown tired of the mask and the hollow grin,
instead, I permit my inner child to cry.
i press my palms against the bathroom glass,
remembering the kid with the grass-stained knees.
I'll stay right here and just let the world pass.
instead, I permit my inner child to cry.
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Summer sighs ~ she pauses to gaze on days
When sunlight drips from feathery birch leaves
Whispering of growing large, ripening,
Enchantress turns maize to fields of spun gold
She sways in rhythms of pregnant harvests
Only seen in dreams of the equinox.
As white clouds gather, like storms in waiting,
She gathers new bluebirds in her warm heart
Singing with their harmonies as light fades,
Like that comma of stillness in between
Daylight and dawn, she savors this moment
Before autumn plants frost upon her blush.
Sometimes, it’s just plain swell.
To sit in garden of Poetry soup.
Even when replies do not fly-in,
pell mell.
You make a huge mistake,
If you are here just to take.
Write because you like it!
Not because on top of a trophy,
you must sit.
Nor chasing to get a POTD,
These are a gift that come to you!
So please get off your knees!
Stop so hard, trying to please.
Take a deep breath, be you, no
race to be the top replier.
We all have families, jobs,children,
challenges.
Sit with your family and true friends!
Warm your souls and chilled toes near
the warmth of a holiday fire!
This type of love is everlasting and it
never ends!
12/21/2021
How difficult it must be
When no-one can see
The real YOU….
Your body the world views
Is not who lies within
Trapped in the wrong body
Trapped in your own skin
Feeling ‘not right’ in your body
Never understanding why
From your life’s beginning
Daily struggles inside
Every human has the basic right in life
To be their true ME
So changing your gender
Gives you wings to set YOU free
Your bravery is admirable
Making the changes you need
In the face of ignorance and judgement
YOU are determined to be freed
Hold your head high
Walk this world with pride
Be YOU without shame
No longer shall you hide!
How difficult it must be
When no-one can see
The real YOU!
Tall, gray, trees stand together like statues
Across the winter’s landscape of hills
Some snow still clings to the arms of branches
Reaching wide, reaching far and wide!
Today, there is no wind in this still life view
Of land, rocks, and trees to dark blue mountains
A strip of pale light is shining across the horizon
Distant treetops seem to be touching it beneath the gray
Yet, the white of the snow, is brighter than anything!
Anything, from this hill to the far mountains
Anything from the frozen ground to the open sky
And brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Bright enough to spark ideas
Bright enough to awaken dreams
Brighter than all the gray deterrents
Brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Heidi Sands
1/19/22
POTD 1/21/22
Cashew…..known as Cash or Big Nuts….is the owner of The Nuttery
He is rich, generous and fair
A gym junkie who pumps iron daily
If not at The Nuttery , you will find him there
Walnut… Wally is the Manager at The Nuttery
A scruffy man always in crinkled clothes
Don’t let his appearance deceive you
There are two sides to his personality and about nuts there is nothing he doesn’t know!
Hazelnut… Hazel is the Assistant Manager
A lovely little lady who lives in the neighbouring town called Nutella
Popular with all the staff
She is always The Nutterys top nut seller
Almond… known as Big Al is a staff member
A big ,tall, humorous bloke
Always making both staff and customers laugh
With his continual ‘nutty nut cracking jokes’
Pecan… known to all as Sweetpea , is a beautiful girl
With a sweet heart and equally sweet tooth
She loves to bake and eat sweet pies
Nuts and baking are her true joy and truth
Brazil ….whose name is Miguel
Is a very likeable smooth, exotic ladies man
He refers to himself as the “Number one ladies nut”
Swooning ladies every opportunity he can
Peanuts….called Barry is a funny playful lad
Who always makes everyone laugh
Calls himself a real ‘true nutter’
A fun member of the The Nuttery staff
So , if you like good nuts and good banter
Get down to The Nuttery
Enjoy the ambience and fun vibe
Relax, enjoy, eat nuts and just be!
I wonder
If ever a day would come
That
You and I, my friend
Would
Refer to ourselves not:
As an American, Asian, or European
As black, yellow, or white
As a Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist
As friend or foe
But
Simply as brothers
Inhabitants of this planet
That
Care and love one another,
United under the flag of humanity
With
One nationality
One religion
One God...
I just wonder!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 September 2021
* I would love to share the honor of POTD with all of you my kind friends, who always support me with your gracious visits and comments. I thank the officials of PoetrySoup for making this possible. May God bless you all with health and happiness. Remember, we are all brothers and citizens of the city of God!
One walked out
One walked in
I sat nervously in reception
Waiting for my torture to begin
Bouts of laughter came from the interview room
Knocking my confidence with each bout
I didn’t want to be there anymore
Tempted to just forget it and walk out
The door opened she came out smiling
My turn to face the panel of three
They were all very nice
Though it actually didn’t help me
The interview in full motion
Questions and scenarios galore
Confident in my responses
Of them l felt quite sure
However, there was a problem
One l had never experienced before
I could not stop saying long ‘ummms’
Every-time l opened my mouth which was impossible to ignore
I apologised for the ongoing ummms
Explained it was just nerves
Next thing that came out my mouth
Yes, you guessed it….’ummm’ before my words
I left the interview feeling completely humiliated
I cried whenever the interview came to mind
I was so disappointed and embarrassed of myself
It was obvious the position was not mine
The letter arrived... l wasn’t interested
As l knew already what it said
I simply glanced at it
My husband read it instead
‘You got the job Deb’, he told me
You can imagine my utter surprise
Handing me the letter
I honestly could not believe my eyes
After working the job for some time
I enquired why they had chosen me
My interview was not my finest hour
With me ummming constantly
She told me there was something about me
That just shone through
Even with all your ummming, she smiled
We decided this job was for you
The lesson l learnt and want to convey in this long winded story is
it doesn’t always have to be perfect or right
Sometimes in life ‘it just is ‘…. simply meant to be
Ummm…..and for you the universe just shines bright!