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It's easier to say it by mouth than doing it
and whenever I bump into you,
I get a strong feeling to hold you;
oh, if that ever happens: I'll be smiling a lot!
I don't quite understand what's bothers me,
I'm missing the strength more than courage;
what makes me happy is having you close to me!
grant you all desires and worship your sweet image!
We don't insist on what can't work out,
it's easier to say it by mouth than doing it;
does it sound simple to some, but not to us?
we need to be wise and not expect surprises!
Laugh with me, dream with me until fate
is kind enough to make us smile and breathe,
to cherish life or lay down a round wreathe;
what is hard to accept always comes late!
If we are too choosy, we may lose love and all,
living in the moment is a blow to dreams;
nobody seeks a dim light unless it gleams:
stand by me, believe in me and you won't fall!
Hey diddle diddle
We poets that fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
Sometimes we blunder
and often will wonder
am I just a poet buffoon?
Then out of the blue
a comment ensues
that gives us a new point of view
Dan Kearley comes here
with a comment to cheer
His applause like the thundering air!
We can discard our fear
that we are friendless or *****
and soon we are smiling a tune!
His name is Dan Kearley
You must know him, oh, surely?
He writes with a flair of his own!
His poems are quite awesome
He comes from Wisconsin
with friendship that lands everywhere!
No.......this is no joke!
He cheers all the folks
Who stay up by the light of the moon
Even little dogs laugh
While the rest of us grasp
He's a friend of the Soup, near and dear!
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For the contest: "Who Am I?"
Sponsor: Dan Kearley
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'Twas for a freshman dance called Turnabout,
Her invitation was such a surprise;
She was tall and fair, exuding social grace,
A bashful jock was I, so out-of-place.
Her brother drove us, a gallant gesture,
I actually sat down next to him!
Left her fuming alone in the back seat,
Fighting off tears, smiling a smile so grim.
The moon shone bright, the stars brightly twinkling,
Heaven-sent alluring constellations;
Comets and meteors painted the sky,
Midst planets with dazzling rotations.
Whilst down on Earth, a fair maiden's distress
Let disappointment her fair cheek caress.
I have come to the end of my tether today and although you think I’m adorable
Enough is enough put your camera away for what you are doing is deplorable
You promised to take only three or four pics that you want for a memory book
Enough is enough no more coercing, or a black eye you’ll get from my left hook
Hear what I say just look into my eyes; I could be a heavyweight champ
Move in too close you will get a surprise, losing my fuse I’ll kick and I’ll stamp
Inside I'm smiling, a sweet little lad, but if I’m provoked what else can I do
Must nurture a smile without further ado; this look could cause fights to ensue
Peaceful at last no cameras in view, just you and me cuddling like we always do
Cooing and smiling, nothing to fear; it’s all on my face Mum I’d never hurt you
9th January 2019
Competition: Baby Face what’s you THINKIN - Baby B
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
3rd placement
Most times when we walk early on the beach it’s just Deborah and me.
but the other morning we happened to walk past two old men fishing by the sea.
We quickly exchanged greetings then quietly let them be…
knowing you never say ‘Good Luck’ to a fisherman by the sea.
When we returned we found these two fishermen laughing and…smiling a lot.
They called us over to show us all the fish that they had caught.
We talked with them a while and…before our visit with them was through…
they regaled us with a fishing story….as fishermen are wont to do:
“We were standing on this very shore,” Tom began, “when Bob began to shout…
I feel it on the end of my line! He said. I think I’ve hooked a trout!”
“As I was happily reeling in my catch” Bob said. I heard Tom begin to shout..”
“Reel any faster Bob?” He said, “theres a dolphin after your trout!”
When matching fishing prowess with a dolphin, however, your margin of error is thin…
and even though Bob was reeling as fast as he could…the dolphin was closing in.
Just as Bob was about to lose his battle…and kiss his trout goodbye…
an osprey swooped down…grabbed that fish and flew up to the sky.
The hook, however, was still in that trout’s mouth…
so Bob kept reeling without saying a word
determined to wrestle his trout from the talons of that bird.
After a while of playing tug-of-war the osprey let out a shout…
then angrily gave up the fight and let Bob have his trout.
As those two fishermen stood there smiling at us…
we weren’t sure if their story was true
or if they were spinning a fishermen’s yarn…as fisherman sometimes do.
But we didn’t care
We were glad on our walk that particular morning that it wasn’t just Deborah and me….
We were glad to have met and been enchanted by…two fishermen by the sea.
Make each day even better than the one before
Promise yourself a dinner at your favourite restaurant
Give yourself a gift of that sweater you had your eye on
Little things that help make life exciting and interesting
It's not selfish to treat yourself every once in a while
It makes for a happier existence
You'll find yourself humming happy tunes and smiling a lot
So what if people around you think you've lost it!
Keep 'em guessing and even add to the rumours
By occasionally doing outrageous things
Like sit-ups in the middle of the local mall
And when security escorts you out to your car
Keep singing those happy tunes and waving at everyone
This advice is likely not good for all!
Facebook advert
I saw an advert
for teeth
a couple had winning smiles
I thought they must be American
thinking of Joe Biden's
dentures, make him look like
an elderly shark
Cesar Milan, the dog man
is a showman but appears
to be good at taming dogs
his gnashers are impressive
In my vanity and some of my teeth
had left in protest
I went to a dentist, asked for
new teeth so I could display
a happy countenance
my god, the price to afford the price
one has to be a dog person
or a presidential candidate
A man who is not a dentist but makes
falls teeth for dentists
offered to make teeth I could put
on top of my old teeth
thinking this was a bit of a mouthful
I turned him down
since I'm not a person who spends
time smiling a lot
I decided to stick with my old teeth
Make each day better than the one before
Promise yourself a dinner at your favourite restaurant
Give yourself a gift of that sweater you had your eye on
Little things that help make life exciting and interesting
It's not selfish to treat yourself every once in a while
It makes for a happier existence
You'll find yourself humming happy tunes and smiling a lot
So what if people around you think you've lost it!
Keep 'em guessing and even add to the rumours
By occasionally doing outrageous things
Like sit-ups in the middle of the local mall
And when security escorts you out to your car
You keep singing those happy tunes and waving at everyone
This advice is likely not good for everyone!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hey Days!
You keep moving on
Delays ,
aren’t good for none.
I have heard ,
moving on helps
for something better to come.
What's this Pain?
if denied to be felt
Heartbreak;
Ought to recover itself.
Walk around,
Remembering
the Stories not to tell,
Watch people
Carry it soo well.
Not crying,
I can Believe.
They seem
Smiling a little harder now.
The pain well Hid,
Silence feels bitter ,
Every person
acts out like they have
met something better.
Consider the Stories,
a little Rational,
I hear`I am fine`
in Every Solitary person.
Considerate,
of Every reaction.
I can see their Eyes
Carrying Past in Affection.
What's this Pain?
It cant be denied Access
Flashbacks, each time
Someone tells to Recover Itself.
The past Dwells,
We are a Visitor too often.
The End is Played,
as long as Forever.
So Days!
You keep Moving on
Delays ,
aren’t good for none.
But I have heard
Moving lips lie,
for the times they still Cry.
The Story Continues,
as their survival to Life.
And what's Better ,
that's something
Nobody could ever Decide.
Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night.
Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing,
Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked my bedroom door —
While I washed up in the water, could mom have drawn it any hotter?
Before me swam a rubber duckling, chuckling as my mother shut the door
“‘Tis some water fowl”, I muttered, “which mother bought me from the store.
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I can place it - the sad night Mother would misplace it;
Or entirely erase it; of her mind remaining nothing more.
I lay in bed, mother tucking, on feathers of mother’s plucking
Time for your book, said mother clucking, clucking as she locked the bedroom door —
I’ll read “Make Way for Ducklings” and then warm milk she began to pour -
all across the bedroom floor.
Assuredly, I felt no sorrow, as mother left me till the morrow
Sighing - buying time – which maybe I could only hope to borrow;
I heard my monstrous mother screaming, or maybe Tippi Hedren streaming
as Hitchcock’s “Birds” was beaming from the TV laying on the floor—
“’Tis just Hitchcock’s “Birds” beaming from the TV laying on the floor” -
This it is and nothing more.”
Inside that book peered at me smiling, a crazed duck that set me dialing
911 and protective services to frantically implore
The feeling in my stomach sinking, “I need a friend”, I was thinking
Staring wildly at this ghastly mallard who chilled me to the core
Then, at once, I saw it, heard it, this grinning duck needn’t chill me to the core
as he said, “I will be your friend forevermore”.