Long Watson Poems
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The pumpkin's name was Emma Watson
The pulp inside her grow
What all inside was mash and tide
of every gin they know
For what's a gin but berried water
a grain would glass-eyed glow
But Emma Watson fit and pride
what even caps turn flow
When questioned eyes are thoughts of joy
and nose no runny quilt
What all patched hands you're stitching up
what forms are meant to guilt
When even odds are flowing out
and in a bitter flask
What lips of seal to all our bottles
are toasted liquour task
To seams of Counts as oversights
are Dracula's at suck
What all the teeth and oily gums
are saturates for luck
To see you drink as any sip
you say a pumpkin's right
Where up your grum's a carried might
your pumpkin's lit tonight
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask
I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing
A month after I joined soup an e-mail appeared
It said I was a ‘Premium Member’ it was so weird
I contacted soup said a mistake has been made
I’m a Premium Member … but I haven’t paid
They said the donor of my gift didn’t wish to be named
But I had no way to thank them, I felt so ashamed
I wrote a thank you poem so that they would know
Someone made it a favourite – but their name didn’t show
I later learned it was FJ Thomas, but by then she’d left the site
I wanted to make her proud of me, so I tried very hard to write
I’d not written a poem for many years,not since I was at school
Began writing when my hubby got cancer – a disease so cruel
Flo’s gift to a complete stranger meant the whole world to me
Writing became my lifeline I hope I’ve used her gift wisely
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Since joining soup I began to collaborate
You really should try it - it really is great
Teamed up with a guy called Darren Watson
His sense of humour was awesome oh boy we had some fun
I was a complete beginner and Darren encouraged me
Telling me how well I wrote and he loved my creativity
We began to collaborate as Jadazzle United
Our friendship blossomed, we were simply delighted
E mails would fly and my self confidence soared
With Darren around there was no time to be bored
My world was shattered when dad was diagnosed with cancer
Darren was there to comfort me, often with a witty answer
Sadly Darren became ill and our writing came to an end
I spent many many weeks trying to trace my lovely friend
Contact was established with his family and after over a year
I got an e mail from Darren, I was overjoyed to hear
Darren’s positivity for the future gave my heart a lift
Our friendship is so precious just like a priceless gift
We’ve both had ups and downs in our lives recently
We're writing together again and we’re as happy as can be
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I Looked Up Toward the Sky
There's only Half a Moon, Why?
Where's the Rest of Her
Maybe it's Lunar
Some Meteorlogical Thing
A Meteorite?
Now What Shall We Do?
Looks Like Someone Broke the Moon
How Shall We Fix it?
Use a Giant Bandaid?
Taken by a Rocket Ship?
By the Astronauts?
Landing on the Moon
The Astronauts put it on
Fixing her Boo Boo
What About Landscape?
Maybe we'll Rebuild the Moon
Put Back what's Broke
Once Beautiful Place
Now the Moon has Half a Face
Nice at any Rate
I can Fix The Moon
I will get a Long Ladder
Go and Spackle Her
I'm no Genius Yet
I Know when she's Fooling and
It's a Lunar Thing
Maybe Over Time
Luna will go and Heal Up
Then she will be Full
I Waited a Month
It Rained Night of Full Moon
Nothing could I See
A Few Nights Later
When the Clouds had Cleared Away
Moon Came out to Play
She Looked Full that Night
She had Healed Up Alright
Now she Rules the Sky
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 29, 2026
They’re closing the downtown
Legion soon, taxes are too high,
what with gentrification and
only a few of the regulars are vets.
The younger associates, whose
parents or grandparents served,
can drive to the new place out
on the Watson Parkway.
But most of the old ones don’t drive
anymore and it’s a long bus ride.
Not that it matters, the associates
are just there for cheap beer and
don’t want to hear rambling stories
from senile old vets and anyway.
it’s now one hundred years since
the “war to end all wars” ended.
Christ, even Wicki notes that
the phrase “originally idealistic
is now used sardonically.”
Yet I’m glad to give my toonie
to the shivering cadets
outside the Farmer’s market
and double pin the plastic poppy
to my coat, hoping that it will
last till November Eleven.
To show for a brief while that
I remember.
When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
"Moonspinner Seer"
Moments we dance
you and I
alone
sensing
all the words
gone
soul naked
we spin
sad worlds away
bad spells
in a small ocean
buried, never forgotten
casting pearls
luminescent
into the trapping net
ghosts in the
gloaming glistening
unravelling
unseen,
they are now
listening
reeling
them
in
delicately
undressed by
moonspinner mind
inside
haunting
all
the reasons
curl around
an unclaimed
why
that never logically rhymes
with the metronome
beating heart on fire
caught up in tears
messages clear
as diamonds
dripping beneath
the skin
keys adorning
eternal
violins rising
signing
rosy smiles
over naked bodies
of work
some kind of ark
built secure,
unblessed
marked,
sealed,
water tight
yet still
punishment watching
finds a way, breaks free
diving sensually
back into the
never-ending
answers found
in close and lost
embrace
spiralling notes
bathing, graze
slender necks
waltzing
against
Wintersong’s lips
secrets
whispered
sensual tears
pool along
a tattooed tongue
the salt stings
what's cut
in the forgotten
bittersweet
what exists
underneath
the skin emerges
finally sings meaning
truth,
the beauty of it,
plain
and simple,
in unheard codes
the romance of it all
tasted like honey
for a while
tearing up
the torn
wanton soul
signalling in
the other
like a mirror reflects
a different, clearer
kind of understanding,
turns and genuflects
the mystery
hides
its answers
what matters
is discovered
eventually
pressed
between pages
like wild summer flowers
love sits
together
with the keys
notes
read red
revealed
a beautiful
unseen
decadence
future soon
sears
past tense
eventually
love
sits with all
the keys
singing in tune
the mystery
Moonspinner
Seer
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)
“Je te laisserai des mots” / Patrick Watson 1h with rain
https://youtu.be/eIsG4u22D7s
"American Grafitti" took me back again to High School in the 1960's
"Back to the Future's" nifty hot rod took me back in time and almost left me!
"City Slickers" took me way out west, to rustle cows and ride a horse
"Da Vinci's" code, did not bode well, the Vatican did not endorse!
"E. T. " turned out to be my friend, we peddled bikes far past the moon
"Forrest Gump" shared my lunch, and shared his chocolate just past noon
"Groundhog Day" is darn confusing, is it Monday or is it Tuesday?
"Hannibal" is one cruel dude,..........he sharpens teeth so he can chew me!!
"I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" invited me to toast their wedding
"Jaws" invited me to take a swim! Those who did, were soon regretting!
"King Kong", was one poor ape who climbed too high for past mistakes,
"Lincoln" had too much at stake, but ended war between the states
"Mummy 1" and "Mummy 2" made me cry for Mommy,...PLEASE!
"No Country for Old Men"...but young dudes look, and want to leave!
"O' Brother Where Are Thou?" escaped their chains to play like Ringo
"Psycho's" bathtubs scare me silly, my next motel will be Flamingo's
"Quarantine" because I'm sick? If I stay in bed, they call me lazy
"Rosemary's Baby"...yikes that kid? Babysit....?? Are you crazy?
"Superman" claimed that he could help me, but flew away with no advice
"Titanic" hit a piece of ice, (that Superman was not so nice!)
"Unforgiven" (now is Superman)...Clint Eastwood is the slicker guy
"Valkyrie"'s plot has thickened...Let's all poke Hitler in the eye!
"When Harry Met Sally" I was jealous....her cafe' scene has made me blush
Xanadu had me roller skating.......racing faster, while I'm dating
"Young Sherlock Holmes" was just a kid, I kid you not, he met his Watson
"Zoolander" 's slacks were Cuban made.. I borrowed some and they were awesome!
(and I'm exhausted!)
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For Cyndi's exhausting ABC contest!! Whew!
Quiet pool at night
Is such a beautiful sight
Moon shines on water
Cool breeze blows through trees
A joyful relaxing sound
By a quiet pool
The pool is quiet
One o'clock in the morning
Nobody's in there
Yes, pool is quiet
I would like to go swimming
At this time of night
Daytime's not so good
Pool full of screaming children
Very annoying
However, at night
Water's still and inviting
Good time for swimming
I like a cool pool
Water invigorating
Gets the blood flowing
Makes me feel alive
Swimming under the water
Over and over
Unfortunately
The pool has a fence 'round it
Locked, it keeps me out
It makes me annoyed
Cause I want to go swimming
Under the water
In a quiet pool
There I can act like the fool
Ignore all the rules
Cannot act that way
In the pool during the day
People in the way
That annoys me too
But no matter what I do
At daytime I'm screwed
But it's like I said
I like swimming at nighttime
When the pool's quiet
Can't go swimming now
So, I imagine myself
In the quiet pool
In the deep, dark night
There is something magical
'Bout a quiet pool
In a quiet pool
Fenced in, locked, but I'm no fool
Ghost's of swimmers past
Like to go swimming
At night under a full moon
In a quiet pool
In a quiet pool
Sometimes at night there are ducks
Swimming at night
The ducks are quiet
They seek a respit from life
Something I do too
Now, why can't I swim
With ducks in a quiet pool
Just me and the ducks
I seek respit too
From all the chaos of life
In a quiet pool
To swim in my mind
Yes, I must be satisfied
'Neath a full blue moon
Near the quiet pool
Yes, I sat there all night long
Writing this poem
On their way again
In the morning ducks had gone
Off to face their lives
I myself instead
Still sit by a quite pool
Waiting for my life...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 10, 2026
Serge Lyrewing 417
Sharon K Gulley 174
Shihabudheen Kumbidi 424
Shiraz Iqbal 88
Shirley Ann Hawkins 123, 190
Shirley R Rebstock 102, 181
Simon Laurie king 312, 314, 393
Simon Rogerson 287
Sneha RV 146
Sophia William 464
Sophie Georgia Pilkington 123
Stephanie Falotico 97
Stephen Mayne 386
Stephen Michael Tefft 318
Stephen Watson 402
Subash Khanal 434
Subimal Sinha-Roy 14
Subrahmanyan Radhakrishna 192
Supraja Kannan 279
Susan M. Ashley 25, 42, 56
Suzanne Delaney 112, 132, 172
Suzanne Jones 443, 445
Swagata Lakshmi Das 365
T. Wignesan 413
Tania Kitchin 126, 59, 78
Terence O'Leary 101, 18, 72
Teresa Lindsay 414
Thomas Cunningham 72
~Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers~
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“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
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February 11, 2022
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