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The only soup, which blends the flavors from every nook of the world.
I too am an ingredient and I feel proud.
Not a pro, still today I count my writes.
I thankyou all for this wonderful platform:)
To my surprise,
No family member ever admires,
What I write and how I describe.
Neither I am an English student.
Nor am I a professional versifier.
Nah! I don’t even know the genre and type.
It is just Poetry Soup, which strives to hone,
My every thought, expression and song!
Every time I open to see how many views, how many likes.
I feel glad when my mentors cherish and recognise!
Yes, they are always by my side!
It’s not for fun that I write,
Poetry teaches me how to appreciate and empathise.
Let’s me share my laughs and hide my cries!
Helps to express during lows and highs!
Feel and sense the unseen,
Gather courage to express and mean,
From vocabulary to character, poetry adds a beautiful sheen.
Quotes…Stories….Blog…..Poetry; choose as per your forte!
A beautiful fragrant bouquet.
An ambiance which positively motivates.
Poetry soup deserves encomiums and accolades.
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
I'm not in the military
Nor do I fight mystic fairy's
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a... bard
literary words
Love sonnets, songs served
I want to hear the words... ballad-monger, troubadour
My love for you all the words;
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a bard
Sometimes I'm a rhymester, rhymer, sonneteer, lyricist
Versifier verse-maker, heart fixer or just a poet
let me romantically write for thee
bards a poet, reciting epic love and warring conviction be
Associated with a particular oral tradition
Could I envision
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
Lyrist elegist, I love those love songs dear
Just a swan
Rhymist maker metrics within a song
I find it hard
Being called idyllist Parnassian poeticule
When in myself I'm found if odd, Alleluia
I am a bard?
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
6/26/19
Inspired by comments and words from Pandita Sanchez
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Morbid fascination (mine) as covid-19 pandemic...
foments rampant monopoly on bedlam
Wreaking ball (his stick) havoc (think ostensible
civil war scale not seen since Vietnam),
whereby microorganisms jamb
*****sapiens immunity system
complements of gook
resembling green eggs and ham
necessitating Doctor Seuss
to stoke bram
bullying cat in the hat
on a hot tin roof damn
senseless cant be understood
Matthew Scott Harris argot sham
bulls (red dilly), and sallies forth
with neither reason only rhyming flimflam.
All Joe King aside - at any rate,
yours truly, (a generic garden variety reprobate),
not hell bent to receive nasty hate
male courtesy vexatious reader to berate,
cuz unwelcome chide and chime
prompts gnome mad tick versifier
to test (ease silly) to provoke ye to fulminate.
Humanity now fishtails helter skelter
across oblate spheroid courtesy coronavirus
global pandemonium unleashed
expletive maniacal tsunami
(think) metaphorical groundswell
primates hurry scurry to and fro,
hither and yon frenziedly
pell-mell housing random erratic
discombobulated, bobble headed
(simulating) quasi Brownian movements
at warp speed embarked
upon impossible mission.
Here I paraphrase (er... rather plagiarize)
President John F. Kennedy,
whereby he delivered on January 20, 1961
his inaugural address in which he announced
"we shall pay any price, bear any burden,
meet any hardship, support any friend,
oppose any foe to assure the survival
and success of liberty."
Though the then USSR
(Union of Soviet Socialist Republics),
now identified as
union of Soviet socialist republics
helped cook who nurse (and ratchet)
state of political hostility
existed between Soviet bloc countries
and US-led Western powers
from 1945 to 1990.
Our present crisis I aim(ed) to show touché
(pardon mum oddest tee) culinary poetic entree,
how bajillions of people mercilessly
unfairly subjected to influenza like agony
exhibiting following symptoms:
cough, fever, tiredness, difficulty breathing
(severe cases), yet
many met their untimely demise
with prompt care, nonetheless minimal delay
ferried them to awaiting quay
where Charon doth ferry
dead souls across Rivers Styx and Acheron
resignedly where forced to abandon treasures they
must relinquish all trapping he/she did parlay.
This Congratulative Poem is dedicated to Ahmseg Concepts on her 20th Years Anniversary.
It's an honour to stand on this podium,
to recite my poem in front of dad 'n' mum,
brother and sister, friend 'n' lover in this hall,
hence, happiness covers my face like a coverall.
Now, listen to my intriguing lines and rhythm,
that smells like rose and chrysanthemum.
Ahmseg Concepts is like a garden of eden,
like a wellspring— creativity flows under it now and then,
like a brobdingnagian mountain it stands taller than bremen,
into Europe, Africa, Asia, Americas, Antarctica you burgeon.
Ahmseg Concepts you're indeed a prophet in creativity's field,
your preaches cease not circulating; among human it's unconcealed;
intelligentsias, ignoramuses and fools—you have healed.
many companies have faded like morning stars— yet you never yield.
Ahmseg Concepts, can you please tell me your shield?!
Today we aren't just celebrating an anniversary,
but rather a day to harvest the fruit of our patience and bravery,
in times of the scorching suns, the heavy rains, the tempest and our worry.
hence, let's wine and dine to give gratitude to God for this history.
But, before I leave this podium, can you permit me please?,
to greet my boss for his endurance whilst his committees,
for the success of this great event and also the dignitaries,
for their presence in our 20th year anniversary,
may Allah guide you all to your abodes as you join one of our beautiful memories.
Yisa Qudus Olamilekan
Qoys, Noble Versifier.