Long Stay put Poems
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What’s coming next, will there be homes?
Or nothing left to own just rented space?
Thoughts paid to the cultural landlords,
do we see we too can become infested?
Eventual decline of any clear logic,
followed the leader now you’re drowning;
I don’t want the money,
I want the freedom that it brings.
Bought and sold is what we must avoid,
trapped by a calm sea of go with it;
It’s easy to stay put and take a hand out;
No independence because why bother?
A virtual destination is just enough
to quell curiosity to experience a place;
No need to see the world and travel;
Easy to control nothing’s missing. Right?
I don’t want the money,
I want the freedom that it brings.
Soulless now they took your passport,
cut off ‘The Man’ trying to restrain you;
Rockets in flight, a boat, a car ride;
Powers that be want you dormant
content with mediocre and a table scrap;
Bring back ‘Work hard. Play hard.’
I don’t want the money,
I want the freedom that it brings.
A fragment of matted stone breaks surface.
It is already colonized
by moss and fungi factories;
eventually they will churn
green spawn into rural Ohio towns;
not yet of course, ‘yet’ has to wait
for the rain and the blood to settle.
The stone must be crushed
by the weight of circumstance,
fields of new growth
must be planted in microscopic slime.
If you follow the centuries, then time takes time,
but if you stay put,
and branch out like a graveyard Maple
you will see, all at once,
the Shawnee coming and going -
passing as fireflies on a summer night.
You will see families of settlers,
adding their calcium to the earth.
Maple leaves and bone litter and layer,
until even that residue begins to construct,
a filigree scaffolding
the weave of industrious minds.
All those small, time-seeded towns
come sprouting. Hands work wood,
and stone then brick. Hands lay down
in the soil, to feed a worm-tilling earth.
Pebbles unearthed
by gentle raindrops and tornadoes
become antique stores.
Abandoned mills empty out
into art galleries and cake shops.
Arts and crafts stores signal the end
of old railway lines.
Cities of iron and coal bud and blight.
The moss returns.
The larger the urban sprouting,
the more the moss and lichen flourish;
but this is all in the unseen,
unless your spread yourself
through time like a branching tree.
Eventually though, Ohio
will leave its foliate forest temples
to be discovered
by incipient microbes that even now
live on the underside of rocks,
as codified plans and veiny blueprints.
During the dark dreary cold winter weather
There're times of sunshine and warm rather,
Likewise the moods of a woman you can't trust
Soft as snowflakes at times or cold hard crust.
Hotter than fiercer fire or colder than ice,
Happy or sad - Oh, you'll pay the price!
Placid or provoked, she carries a punch
making the best of us a sore-looking bunch.
Do not step out into this raging storm,
Crawl under the covers and stay warm,
Let the wailing, veering wind pass you by,
Just stay put until you see a clear blue sky.
You may censure me, you can ostracize,
Oh, do review thy lady ere you patronize--
Thus I forewarn the brethren of my ilk,
Fall not for fair face and skin soft as silk.
~A Brian Strand Rhyming Contest.
"When a woman is just a woman" contest by Justin Bordner.
She’s eighty-nine years of age
So wise she’s quite a sage
As long as she’s sane
Long may she reign
I do hope she draws a good wage
She married Prince Phillip who’s Greek
His gaffes sometimes make him a geek
When he opens his mouth
His brains they go south
The Queen cringes when he starts to speak
They live in London in a palace so grand
The finest royal residence in the land
Waited on hand and foot
I guess they will stay put
Crowds are entertained by a marching band
Prince Charles is King in waiting
His mother’s reign he is berating
Banana skins on the floor
Superglue on the door
Some hope he will never be King
He married Camilla Parker Bowles
She loves to drive off in the ‘Rolls’
Before he was married to Di
Camilla had caught his eye
And now his heart she controls
Contest: Long Live The Queen
Sponsor: Judy Konos
05~09~15
The school I've worked for half my teaching years is feeling more
and more the woes of these hard times. I walk the corridor,
remembering the better days
before I felt this new malaise
which lies inside the core of me
and matches all too eerily
the atmosphere that permeates this hallway and adheres
to all parts of the school I've worked for half my teaching years.
I pray to God I'll never see the end of this old school.
So many came and went, yet I remain. I'm someone who'll
stay put until they close its doors.
Ten years now I have walked its floors,
taught students and had fun with them.
I hope it's not a requiem
I'm writing soon for this dear place, which much like an old friend,
is apt to pass. . . . I pray to God I'll never see the end.
This poem uses Wrapped Refrain type II, a form invented by Jan Turner and shown a Shadowpoetry.com. Posted in 2010, when I first came to Soup. Thankfully, the school is doing better now.
Seeking Serenity
To seek serenity is simpler said than done
at times so filled with sadnesses that come and go.
When one's resolved or healed, another has begun...
nowhere to go; nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
The choice...stay put, adapt, relaxing with life's flow.
Support comes from inside with paths to guide us through,
adjusting thoughts to glorify life's peaceful side,
embracing joy beneath the sun and skies of blue.
Hope, love, and faith can transfigure the darkest view!
Serenity...the calm...to where we steer life's ride.
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: Rhyme Battle XI
Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Judged: 12/05/1018
~10th Place~
Premiere Contest: Late May 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/29/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Rhyme Time 2
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 04/24/2018
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD
I like trekking through the woods in the Fall:
it's an excellent way to relieve stress.
The crunch of leaves, or a scolding crow's call,
signals that summertime is in recess.
As a child, I'd romp through the woods near home,
eager to explore Nature's hidden trails.
And rather than stay put, I loved to roam,
chasing down local stories and tall tales.
Serene and natural: Nature lures me
with Her quietude and unique places.
And though Autumn colors are a must-see:
Fall is but one of Her many faces.
Nature's beauty surpasses any book:
if you wish to see it, you need but look.
Glorious sunny days of late
such warmth and so inviting
buds burst into flower
every minute of every hour
say goodbye to winter gloom
cold and dismal winter days
for spring is here the sun is out
and I am off to catch some rays
But oh that wind is getting stronger
blowing from the West
experts forecast snow and rain
so put away my summer dress
for it is only early March
seduced by February’s warmth
spring really has not sprung at all
where did I put my cashmere shawl
So warn those budding shrubs and trees
the wind and snow is on the way
and tell the buds they should stay put
too early for their spring display
such cold and windy weather today
for those who live within the UK
Storm Freya is the culprit
for Freya is her name
and any damage she may cause
Freya must take the blame
Written 2nd March 2019
Our unseasonably warm weather comes to an end with the threat of Storm Freya – she is certainly no friend!
Contest A STRAND (1067)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
1
Love has come at last, and such a love as I
should be more shamed to hide than to reveal.
Cytherea, yielding to my Muse’s prayers,
has brought him here and laid him in my arms.
Venus has kept her promise. Let people talk, who never
themselves have found such joys as now are mine.
I wish that I could send my tablets to my love
unsealed, not caring who might read them first.
The sin is sweet, to mask it for fear of shame is bitter.
I’m proud we’ve joined, each worthy of the other.
2
My hateful birthday’s come, which must be spent in gloom
in the boring countryside — without Cerinthus!
What’s nicer than the city? What girl would want some cabin,
and the chilly river of Aretium’s fields?
Now do stay put, Messalla; you try too hard to please me:
trips, my uncle, are not always welcome.
My heart and soul will stay behind, although I’m gone,
since you won’t let me act as I would wish.
3
Guess what? — that gloomy trip is off your girl’s mind.
We’re going to spend my birthday now in Rome!
Now all of us can celebrate that birthday here,
a piece of unexpected luck for you!
4
I’m glad you take me for granted enough to show me now
what kind of man I almost let possess me.
Go chasing after hookers and spinning-girls and whores:
forget Sulpicia, daughter of Servius.
But I have friends who care, and who will spare no pains
to see that no cheap tart humiliates me.
5
Do you feel loving care, Cerinthus, for your girl,
since fever now torments her wearied limbs?
Ah, I would not wish to live through this disease
unless I knew you also wished it too;
for what good would it do me to live through this disease,
if you can bear my troubles with calm heart?
6
As I still hope, my light, to be your fierce desire
as much as it seemed I was the other day,
I’ve never been so foolish in my young life, I swear,
or done one thing that I’ve regretted more,
than going from you last night and leaving you alone,
trying to hide how desperately I love you.
— from the Latin
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Quit, Don’t Quit
When life throws you crap
Just stay put but don’t snap
When your alone and standing against a crowd
Just stay quiet, still and calm, no need to be loud
When people take a jibe at you because you are different
Trust yourself, and look ahead and know you are magnificient
When there is no meaning and clarity to your work
Hang on, Rome was not built in a day, so don’t go beserk
There is a time to stay and a time to move on
A time to take a hit and a time to give back
A time to be calm and a time to be furious
A time to be liked and a time to be disliked
A time when life is meaningful and time when it is meaningless
So when the time comes, don’t stay please quit.