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In life's busy race, writing poems keeps me sane,
If writing is a boon, Poetry Soup's my bane,
I have many friends here who've welcomed me with joy,
Then there are some, who leave comments if they enjoy,
There are others, who never bother with a hi,
E'en if I read them, they're too busy to comply,
But despite everyone, my journey has been smooth,
I've grown as a poet, I think, and that's the truth,
I've received premium gifts, for which I'm grateful,
I'm glad, PS wellwishers, I have a plateful,
There have been times when I wanted to quit this Soup
Due to writer's block. I needed time to recoup,
But I crave Poetry Soup, I can't quit writing,
And that's why I'm still here, making soup exciting.
Poetry Soup One can learn how to write better in a group
Emotions about words will jump through a hoop
Traveling through my finger tips doing a loop to loop
Reading and writing is what I do to recoup
Yearning to be better each day will make me regroup.
Special friendships are made Over time I prayed
Under your time and aid
Poems come from many words we played.
Date Written:8/10/2022
3 Place
Note: Name Rhyme
POETRY SOUP BEYOND ITS NAME Poetry
Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
As if in thoughts the quiet road seemed lost
As evening shadows looked longer and dark,
Young winter’s chill felt like December frost,
On tall treetops Sun still looked somewhat stark
But smaller ones were all wrapped in darkness,
Grief-like I felt the sombre shades of grey,
Birds hurried home to their nightlong address
To rest and recoup, fresh for the next day.
In no undue hurry to reach back home,
And trudging slow I saw a sunflower
On a farm’s thorny fence muddied with loam
Bringing to mind’s view a bright face turned dour
Along sad memories of my sister,
Of sunflower looking more sinister.
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Sonnet | 11.12.2025 | allusion, sad, sister, sunflower
Note: The reference is to my youngest sister who lost her husband some time back. He was a busy oncologist with directorship of a cancer institute. She too with her own work in the field of education, and only now the two had the time enough to cherish a ripe, mature company of each other to continue with their hobby of literary work. All memories he mind from time to time. Alas, sad memories leave a deep-set scar.
In the swirling breeze the leaves rustled,
Dawn nears and voices of crickets falter;
Her fingers glided on the water,
Down beneath the even surface rippled
Blue disappears where white clouds,
Birds fly as the cage frees;
In her mind own self she doubts,
With no one beside her who believes.
Rivers flow and creatures stoop,
Among the flickering stars shadows thrive;
How she longed for her strength to recoup,
For the burning desire to feel alive.
Flowers bloomed and colors flew,
Before night came and darkness spilled;
If anyone ever listens she never knew,
Her fervent wishes perhaps left desolated.
By the window curtains draped,
A nest perks where branches creep,
It scurries away had purpose arrived,
Emptiness ticked by as seconds keep.
Clear lakes freeze in the cold season,
In the crystalline forms beautiful cracks,
The sad melody in her head comes undone,
A gentle hand she felt touched her heart.
Heavy rain darkens the tree barks
As it lessens out comes a rainbow,
Inside her torn soul its faith that sparks,
A seed of hope her angels sow.
Hurricane by any name is a dreaded beast
Monster winds guide every turn and twist
Clouds cluster in enormous darker shapes
Heated moisture dominates form they take
Dressed in cloudy eye-wall winds rotate
High gusting speeds foretell its arrival date
As eye of the storm approaches a landfall
Communities begin making evacuation calls
Stocking food and water families buckle down
Gas lines form as people begin to leave town
Death and destruction mount as storm lands
Streets and homes quickly become wetlands
Emergency shelters crowd beyond capacity
FEMA takes charge with speed and tenacity
Congress passes legislation to grant funding
Affected folks are unsure of their standing
Trash piles up burying childhood memories
Cleanup begins without hope of recoveries
Donations flow to charities like Red Cross
Insurance may recoup some of storm loss
They arrive sequentially in alphabet names
Leaving untold shattered lives in their wake
Placed 1st
September 9, 2017
Hurricanes
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Like sailing on a moonbeam, this feeling so exquisite
Never felt such overwhelming devotion
A feeling so intense like the very first time
As I succumb to this heart felt emotion
Written about in books, sung about in songs
Since the very first romantic encounter
Adam and Eve, Romeo and Juliette
The story of love never alters
What's happening to me, love's taken over
The sillies are more difficult to write
Gonna take a shower till my senses cool
This love stuff is giving me a fright
What if my sillies have been lost forever
Might very well resign from the Soup
Known as the jester, funny man of renown
Gonna try hard the sillies to recoup
Like sailing on a moonbeam, this feeling so exquisite
Never felt such overwhelming devotion
© Jack Ellison 2014
Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided
I hate spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth blurt
out impending blizzard
which never materializes.
Yours truly humbled and enamored
when Mother Nature
singly and/or nsync with old man winter
looses propensity to wreak havoc
and/or blankets landscape
I fondly think back
remembering '96 storm of the century.
At that time January 1996
me and the missus timesharing
Shawnee on the Delaware
ardently striving, yet
unsuccessful conceiving Blizzard Baby.
Now far beyond procreative age,
(though I wistfully envisage
begetting another progeny -
simultaneously stretching credulity
to breaking point)
all things considered
exhaustion would peter out
after capitulation of divining rod
necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.
Bound within figurative four walls
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile
courtesy appreciable snowfall,
I direct energy crafting poem.
Yours truly will actually
refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -
lest metabolism to digest food
decreases potential alertness,
and full belly finds me
ready able and willing
to doze immediately into deep slumber.
Hungry stomach in tandem
with eventful weather
sends surge of giddiness
coursing thru body electric
crackling, popping, and snapping
(while O Captain My Captain)
came to witty man (me) suddenly
enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy
papa pondering his empty nest syndrome
analogously attempting to offset void
coaxing poem into existence
unsure how literary endeavor
(mine) will thrive
amidst well suited
panoply of prolific writers,
whose unseen fingers
hop lightly and gracefully
across qwerty computer keyboard
akin to heavy armed soldiers
with fearlessness and deliberation
heading off to war to acquire poetic license.
Meanwhile chafed knuckles
of one garden variety primate
previously scraping along tundra
(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)
(before twenty first century caveman
learned to stand erect)
endeavors to strike letter combinations
eliciting, facilitating, and generating
enticing curb appeal.
far from wintry England
into caressing warmth of a tropical beach
sun and sand
fun and frolick
in a lazy temperate breach
uptick
recoup
recharge, wild peach
sloop
far from wintry England
in a lazy temperate breach
sloop
4.1.2021
Note:
Format of the New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU is as follows:
1. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
2. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
3. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
4. Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3
Stanza 2: 4,8,2
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
In the flowing darkness of the delirious night
I saw once my being sink with my essence escaping,
get dissipated in dissociative domain of ethereal ether
where I heard the sound of the distant bells toll faintly,
masking the music of my life’s violin fading away
in stalled time’s deadly depth of smothering silence.
That night I felt my frail body paranormally possessed,
the pounding heart pushing blood to the brain in a rush.
While with the swinging sense I floated in the thin air,
the vaporized eyes strained in vain to clear the vision
as they looked vacantly held in the helm of hallucination,
shaping the engulfing ominous silhouette of collapsed space.
That’s when I saw a pale figure appear as if frozen
in the mist outside the window open on the seraphic sky.
As the gloomy clouds cleared I saw in the moonshine
the smiling face of my mother who I’d lost decades ago.
She came to take me with her, but before I could say ‘wait’
I crossed the boundary between self and spell to recoup me.
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.