Long Tag Poems
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This is a partial list of those who have been Tagged. Micheal Jordan Tags Sharon Weimer and
Christie Moses and Phyllis Babcock. Sharon Tags Wilfredo Derequito I do not see a Tag by
Wilfredo Christie Tags Christopher Higgings who Tags Kristin Reynolds who tags Stacey
Haislop who Tags Carrie Richards who Tags Laurie Ginn Who Tags Daver Austin I do not see
who Daver Tagged.Phyllis Tags John Henry Loving III Who tags Carolyn Devonshire and
Catie Lindsey and Charmaine Chircop I do not see who Catie Tagged Carolyn Tags James
Fraser and Yoni Dvorkis James Tags James Peranteau I do not see who James Tagged Yoni
Tags Karen O'leary I do not see who Karen Tagged Charmaine Tags EVERYONE in the FAMILY
More Tomorrow Night ALWAYS...HG
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"I'm a poet. I know it. Hope I don't blow it"
Do you want to commit what many poets consider a mortal sin?
Do what I just did. Commit an act of plagiarism.
The above first verse isn't mine. It's Mr Zimmerman's,
more otherwise commonly known as Bob Dylan.
I personally don't find plagiarism a mortal sin.
If one plagiarized my work I think I'd thank them,
even if they happened to profit multi billions.
My children could reach thousands or perhaps maybe even millions.
I'd see it as they sharing with the world All My Children.
Some of my children could motivate others to stop smoking or drinking.
or a better approach toward raising and teaching their children.
Some of my children may make otherwise sad people laugh.
My children may cause some who read them to dismiss vile thoughts of wrath.
None of my children encourage plagiarism. It's wrong and everyone knows it.
Spiritual Perspectives would never allow me to to so because I Am A True Poet.
Besides, stealing somebody else's work often leaves both parties in a world of hurt.
I similarly as much with the majority of mine,
are a most noble, honest, and most respectful kind
and I'm proud to say that just like all of they too, I Am A Poet.
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(Tagged by Carolyn Devonshire and now I'm tagging Simone Segal)
Your assignment Simone is to write a poem ending with I Am A Poet, afterwould you
tag some one else to do the same. C'mon Simone, join the fun. Are ya chicken?
BAR BUK BUK BUK BARRR! - That's supposed to be my chicken sound.
Taking photographs is really great
Ideally this snapper has such taste
Moved between Oakland and DC
So that’s the way it’s gonna be
By diving into his poetic blog
Will undo your writer’s clog
Read his lines and you will find
Every syllable is truly refined
With words of hope for the soul
Leaves the reader with stories untold
Yes, William poetry also has zest
Now he is being put to the real test
Hello my friend William Jones
We are here to pick some bones
You better raise the white flag
Because you have just been tagged!
Comments: Okay Bill, I was tagged by Carol Brown. As a result, I have to pass
the tag along. Your name is on the top of the list. Your poetry is just wonderful!
Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag that poet with
a poem. Man, aren’t we having fun! Chau!
Calling on Karen:
Come to the water
In majesty after the fire;
Fourth degree flare refreshed a memory.
Undaunted hero of my heart inspired dreams of liberation.
Calling on Karen:
To console shattered lives at the edge of apathy.
Colored chalk of my soul crushed and crinkled,
Celebrating destiny drawn in Pentecostal praise, and peace.
Did you know hope was entrenched under truth?
Calling on Karen:
Your students hunger for the school of life.
Impart upon us your wisdom.
Impart upon us your optimism.
Impart upon us the best gift, the awakening.
Amen
*Note: Most of the words come from the title of one of Karen's poems.
What will i write
For my Poetry Soup Tag
It's about holidays
Which we all think are fab
There is so much choice
Many places to go
You can head to Aspen
For the Colorado snow
Or even the Maldives
To enjoy the heat
It's such a wonderful place
Delightful people to meet
But, if its rain you want
Scotland's the place to be
Believe me
There's plenty to see
Or you can spend time at home
On Poetry Soup
Where you can comment and write
With the Poetry Soup Troop
Or even better
Take your kids to a beach
Watch them smile and play
Keep them well within reach
But, what ever you do
When your holidays come around
And where ever you go
Please be all, safe and sound
" Thank you for the tag Linda, and i now tag Carolyn "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php
In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day
Lighting a fire
Starting to pondering
Things from long ago
Remembering songs and legends
Stories that I had been told
The fire light began to flicker
Then undressing for the night
By only a little candle light
Once in bed down under the covers
Slowly going to sleep
Off to dreamland I remembered
Then something pulled at the sheet
Starting to hear chains rattling
Whining through the loosened glass
Then deciding it was nothing
Pull the covers up past my calf
No more than I had pulled them
When something or someone
Snatched them away
That's when I grabbed them
With my heart beating away
Up over my head and snuggled
Hoping that they would stay
But that was not possible
So up I sat in bed
Looking around was when I saw It
Footprints as big as an elephant head
I decided to start talking
Facing my fear straight on
Is when I discovered
Cardiff Giant ghost in my room
I told him to sit down
But then on second thought
Was going to say don't
When he sat, the chair
Fell ascunder and broken
Parts were over the floor
Pieces of tail bone and broken chair
Even a rib and wrist bone was there
Then sat on the bed and in a heap
We're on the floor
Finally I told him
No more, no more
Just sit on the floor
I gave him my red blanket
He used my chamber as a hat
Then we talk about his
Situation what do you think of that
I finally told him
That he really wasn't a wondering ghost
He was just plaster of paris
An imitation to trick folks
That he was really buried
In Albany and was haunting
A cheap plaster form of himself
So off he went in the darkness
Saying don't let this story get out
That I don't even know my own remains
As he laid the pipe on the mantel
Down the street he lumber along
(Idea taken from "A Ghost Story" by Mark Twain. Please forgive me Mark Twain because I
did not do this story justice and definitely not the poem.) (As they say there is a big
difference in having something to say and having to say something.) It did stretch my
thinking and creativeness.
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Thank you Doris,
for giving me the mic.
I would like to welcome my father,
to our poetry web site.
Mr. Richard Pickett,
Has a talent so sublime.
wisdom within his rhymes,
we've collaborated many times.
You should check him out,
you may come to find.
Intriguing thought provoking,
inspiration...
come,
journey through his mind.
Thank you Doris,
for giving me the mic.
How about dem
BRONCOS!!!
Stuffing the Giants.
on Thanksgiving,
a win like that!
Brian Dawkins
a gift...
Elvis Dumervil, D.J. Williams
finding rifts,
Defense inspired,
the offense clicks.
Yes,
he said
Broncos...
Die-Hard, tattoo on
his right arm.
A stallion,
poetry is my art.
Thank you again,
Doris.
for giving me the mic
I'm glad you
"Went to Jared"
Now I must step aside.
I'm going to call for my
"Sweetheart"
You are next in Line
Linda-Marie Bariana has been tagged for Phyliss Babcocks' "Holiday Tag"
Pain squizzes life out of my paralyzed mind and it feels like a grain of sugar under attack from ants.
Induring comes with an ocean of tears
Never ending and excruciating
Sending my body into manifestational shivers
Needing an escape with immediate effect
Every nerve is hyperbolically numbing
Enough to shut doors when the world outside peeps into my life
Darts of mental disorders are hurled at me , my mind is infested with anxious ants nibbling on my confidence
Looking for rest I drown my fears and anxieties in a slumber.
Echoes of numbing pain pin me down as I crawl to the exit door
Shaky knees won't hold me for long lest my life I lose without the anchors of heaven.
So I pray and become the prey
Failing to comprehend my period of testing marathons from my predator
I fail to testify for the man at Calvary playing scavenge hunting for my sake
Not wanting to form scars to avenge
Every single day I seek him, he lifts my fallen face and reminds me of his might
And when my enemies attack he is my shield in this tag of war .
So I know when my iniquities hide his face I'll tag him to my place of refuge
Jane told me of the exchange they had with Derek, earlier that day--guess who showed up that night--hehe.
I told you guys, Jane's a talker, and that's how Clint got smarter.
Along with other fellow workers, that night there were two guys plus me, my opened hatchback doubled for Jane and her sister.
Three guys on a rolled-out garage floor, all having 100-proof shots of Tequila with no alcohol in sight, other than two yakety bartending sisters with three prisoners desperately seeking Ali to sting us like a bee.
The two guys had a particular interest be they of the single variety but poor boys should eat such an appropriate sandwich because young sister dearest hast stolen thy fullest moon and hast made it ecliptic to wallow over two foolish hearts a horizon's descend.
The two chose to stay knowing I was on the way to Carmel for that arranged night for tomorrow.
I had spoken with them earlier when they asked if they could hitch a ride back to San Francisco with me and Jane.
They both knew the guy who they caught a ride to get to Carmel and have a luncheon with Clint, had to make a quick return because he had to work that evening.
The other two guys wanted more of a timeout with Clint, hence, the three of us had full knowledge that our sleeping bags were needed in that makeshift garage slash--if one would call it that--and one of our wardens had pigtails.
Suspended tag…
Look at me just riding around trying to look cool
Have you ever had the suspended tag blues?
That’s when your suppose to keep the car parked
But me I just wait to do anything till after dark
Each street or corner I turn I’m dodging the cops
Making sure to be quick and swift at every stop
There comes a time when you’ll see the blue lights
Or maybe little men far away in uniform on bikes
Now you get pull over for having a suspended tag
Little did you know that joy ride wouldn’t last?
Judge please, please let me plead my case
I never knew my tag was suspended in the first place
The judge said you haven’t been paying your insurance bill
Come on Mrs. Moore be for real
Well can I take you out to eat?
Mrs. Moore are you trying to bribe me
No sir judge not me
Well in that case $500 your fee
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