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Premium Member Too Many To Choose

Who would guess my eagerness
to check in daily on the Soup,
and see what poem is on my screen
The warm embrace, that travels space
And brings me happy hours
There is power in the love that pours
From this unlikely place
Seeping in between the lines,
I feel I know each friendly face
How could I choose just one?
Impossible....it can't be done!
Their praise intermingled with loving
With gentle, advice, smiling and kind
Taking time to listen, 
Writing their words that make eyes glisten
They offer words to soothe a troubled soul
Or warm a spirit with cheerful, encouragement, 
Adding pleasure to an ordinary day.
In a vast and troubled world
While pace of life, 
Time, money and strife
Often tear apart the underpinnings 
Of daily life
Who are these strangers
With such open hearts and willing purpose
Willing to reach across an unseen space
And lift the hearts of friends they've never met?
Never met,.......outside the Internet.


Too Much Thoughts

It keeps me up all night.
I don't know what -
I don't know why.

*

Buzzing around my ears,
closed eyes - but inside wide open.

tossing and turning on my bed,
my roommate thinking what the hell,
I don't know what to do now,
I'm tangled in the yarn.

*

The other day I cried in school
thinking a lot would happen,
thinking a lot would laugh at me,
but they never did.

*

It's like the branches of a tree,
my thoughts - 
they're spreading through the skies
but I'm still standing 
on the ground. 

I've lost my way again,
standing at the tip of this little branch,
about to fall, still dreaming to come back
to the place where it all branched out.

*

Is it real?
is it crazy?
I wonder why. 

or could you tell me;
is it real?
is it crazy?

It's Never Too Late To Try

What I feel inside so deeply
Will not hide
No matter how much strength I have
Or how much weakness I've cried
No matter what I've done
Or how hard I've tried
These emotions of you will not subside
I've tried so hard to leave you alone
To move on from this and not call
But I've realized I have to fight in what I believe in
And what I feel even though my heart may fall
I would still be in love with you even through it all
You're so deep in my soul you're the only one
Who's ever fully touched that place
I know that you are one I could never replace
And what you feel for me you are gong to have to soon face
Come on now let your heart go
Let your soul live free
My feelings for you, well those you know
Even though you've yet to say it I feel
You have those same feelings for me
Time passes so quickly by
Moments are gone in the blink of an eye
Years before we should've never said goodbye
But we did and we may never be able to fully understand why
However I've heard it said that now
It's never too late to try

One Bite, Too Many

I say “just one bite,” I swear I do
But somehow I keep going, what can I do
Every time food comes near, I give in
And suddenly I’m full again, where do I begin?

I try to be strong I really try
But food keeps finding me, I don’t know why
My fork won’t stop, my plate is a mess
Yet somehow I munch with full happiness

I tell myself later I’ll eat less
But somehow I always make a mess
It’s a tasty trap I can’t escape
I end up laughing with crumbs on me.

My stomach protests but I ignore the signs
Each bite convinces me it’s perfectly fine
I wobble, I giggle, I reach for one more
The snack-filled adventure I can’t ignore

This pant may not fit me tomorrow
But right now, who cares about sorrow?
I’ll deal with it later, it’s all okay
I’ll worry later, I’m feasting today.

Right now, it’s snacks that lead the way,
Who needs control when dessert’s on display?
I eat like it’s always a holiday,
So I lift my hands and shout, “Hooray!”
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For Too Long

For too long I have remembered you
a memory each day that pours over me
    washing what was
into reflections of cluttered thoughts
    from distant days
that may or may not have been true
They come like flocks of birds gliding in my mind
diving in unison, only to disperse
like fallen leaves that are scattered by the wind
torn into pieces, as brown petals do
    from the stem of a dying rose
tumbling on earthen ground in an empty garden
    once filled with blooms
tossed about by thoughts of love's demise
with vanishing footsteps trailing away
to a dull gray horizon, where the sun never rises
and the round sky rolls away, leaving nothing
but a hollow space where beauty was
    before being torn, wilting away
on conquered ground, like a vanquished foe
left bleeding on the broken steps of loneliness
    When love died


Me too

Not Judas alone has sold the Lord,  
We all have bartered flesh for sword.  
Not Pilate alone has washed his hands,  
We all have turned from burning lands.  

Not spears alone have pierced the side,  
But tongues of fire where lies abide.  
Not nails alone have fixed the pain,  
But hearts like doors that won't remain.  

For when the orphan sought our bread,  
We fed him dust and turned our head.  
For when the mother screamed in flame,  
We bowed our eyes and praised God’s name.  

Not Judas alone shall bear the blame,  
The world is crucified the same;  
And till the stone rolls from the tomb,  
War plants its seed, love finds no room.  

Not crowns of thorn alone still sting,  
But crowns of gold that curse their king.  
Not wooden cross alone can kill,  
But laws unjust, and iron will.  

Not blood alone upon the ground,  
But silent debts that still abound.  
Not only one betrayed with kiss:  
We trade the truth for war’s abyss.  

So let no heart claim it is pure,  
While bombs fall far, yet we endure;  
For every soul that turns away  
Adds nails to Calvary today.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Your Too Easy To Remember

My heart is lonely without you dear
My friends cannot bring me to cheer
I try to smile but my frown is set
Your too easy to remember but so hard to forget

Places we knew I now avoid
Our song my heart it annoys
The moon so full the stars so bright
I see young lovers strolling into the night

Praying you forgive and return to me
I search for messages you never leave
Sleepless I toss and turn in bed
Trying to recall just what it was I did

Did I forget to tell you I love you so
Did my love for you never show
I took you for granted and now I regret
Your too easy to remember but so hard to forget


(06/30/2013)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Life Taken Too Soon

So many thoughts left unsaid;
     sadly, grieving tears were shed
          that unexpected day she died
               from diagnosis that had lied.

Knowing not demise was near,
               impending death was no fear.
          
Don't hold back, always share
     with loved ones, feelings bare...
          Before comes death's final dread,
               do not leave thoughts unsaid.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Ten Lines, Five Words III
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 03/21/2018

Written and posted in honor of 
my sister-in-law who passed last year.
Form: Rhyme

Don't Take Life Too Serious

Stand up,
Won’t lay down 'til I stack up.
Fed up with the brokenness 
A liq just gonna tease me

Focus,
Pull up in a Lotus.
Fly on essential,
Throw up like bulimic 
With you she a padlock,
With me she a secret.

Convenient,
Don’t take life too serious.
Articulate,
Went and took one 
She missed on her period.

For my dogs, I’m ruthless,
Like John Wick, I leave you toothless.
Perseverance in the darkness,
Soon as the lights turn on 
You ain't flawless.

Stock market lookin' exotic,
Potential in motion, perpetual.
In her walls like a schedule,
Might see you later
If this sh*t don’t get raided.

I'm faded.
Form: Verse

Too Many Legs

I have figured out my arachnophobia,
it’s not the multiple eyes 
or the seen or imagined hairiness of the body,
or that torso-less squishy bag.

Apart from we bipedal life-forms
four legs, one on each corner,
seems about right.
Eight is a nightmare.

I try to imagine a Koala Bear with eight legs,
or a Rhinoceros
or, heaven forbid, a crocodile.

Somehow nature got drunk on its own ripe berries,
somehow, 8 became its own demented trick
played upon we giants.

We instinctively leap away from that ancient stillness,
a crouching threat that at any moment 
could burst into that fast stiff shuffle.

We watch dismayed as it
carries its own vulnerable package of horror 
on all those ratcheted hoists and cranes
itself fearful even to be seen.

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