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Premium Member Fix These Children Please

His stories are out-of-this-world, the teacher says, in a huffy way.
Steven King, I think.
Another teacher slides into an empty seat beside me. “He exaggerates everything.”
Robin Williams I think.
The teacher across from me flips her hair and brags, “Her behavior is off the wall.”
Pink I think.
“She sings all the time,” says another. The lunchroom is on a roll today, wanting me to fix children.
Lady Gaga I think.
“The only thing he thinks about is basketball,” another teacher says as she walks in from her smoke break.  A break they have to drive fifty feet from the school to have, but still she brings smoking pores in here, and I am an asthmatic.
Michael Jordan I think.
“He claims spirit is talking to him,” the principal says. 
Prove it is not spirit, I think.
She catches my eye, turns and leaves; we are best friends, and she knows how I feel about spirit.


Home Alone :)

Knife goes chopping with the beat,
on the mint which scent so sweet,
Rice arborio n' boiling heat,
Rocking rythm in my feet.
Robbie Williams on my radio,
My spoilt dog stretched in the patio,
Whilst i cook ,clean and sweep,
She is snoring fast asleep.
Washing floors,doing all chores,
In the oven,hot bon bons.
Ow.my God,Its getting late,
sheets are waiting to be layed,
Ironed skirts and steaming shirts,
burnt my finger,Ouch it hurts!
Some ice will have to do,
bumped my head,and turned out blue,
No time for me to feel so sorry,
Swollen head,No time for worry.
Ran upstairs in a breakdance,
to sit down,there's not a chance.
Jumping quickly in the shower,
whilst regaining some cat power,
tick tock-tick tock goes the clock,
there's no time for happy hour.
Brushed my teeth,High Heels in feet,
some perfume and a light treat.
All is ready,all is well,got my keys
texted a pal,Once again ding-dong,
the bell,at this moment,Who's the hell?
It's my neighbour from next door,
melts my ice.He's not a bore,
Cos Of him I'm running late,
guess my boss will have to wait.
Come on in,I said to him,
His left foot already in,
Handsome guy with a huge grin,
Sugar man,One man to win.
What Will i offer him ? a coffee?
I hadn't any beer,Some wine?
or some orange with gin?
Time was pressing in,
Called at work and did a sin,
Called my boss,I faked a fever,
So much thanks,She's a believer.
Smelled some pepper,started
sneezing,My boss's answer
was so pleasing,"Stay at home,
Get well dear,Lots of love and 
tender care,don't come close,
No need to share,bye,bye dear".
Problem solved,so wisely done,
Neighbour joined me in the garden,
so relaxed licking the Sun.
Ate lunch and had dessert,
He's a darling and a flirt,
After followed with more fun,
On my sofa,One ON One.


Charma
(This is all fiction,apart for the busy routine! My neighbours are good 
old neighbours too,and Im loyal to my boss,just in case..:-)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A World That Works For Everyone

The idiocy of color-ism keeps me awake!
I see us all in a twit over something insane.
I am white, Caucasian they call it.
But will we all have to have tests one day to prove such 
idiocy?

Will Smith not Black enough to get a role as the Williams sisters father?
How utterly mad, Hollywood has eroded to this racial lather.
Ben Kingsley played Gandhi,hardly was the same color!

We all are far more mixed nationalities than we ever considered,
We've morphed into a PC, color ridden planet.
For God's sake~ we are human beings
first and colors,second!

Do you think heaven will have lines for people  of color first?
Doubtful, but that's how it's becoming here on earth!
Equality? Give me a break!
We are all so talented but I cannot be created equal as a poet to 
anyone here.
That's up to me, to let my poems shine.

At birth, some with maladies are born.
And to various economic households, too.
What's the hue and cry! God gives us different talents, not 
to one but to all.
The government here thinks THEY can make us equal, a horrid 
lie.
What nonsense,what propaganda the Smart TV vomits.

Do your best with the talents you have,
Work very hard and be most happy in all you pursue.
Being envious of others hurts me and you, too.
Please realize there are people, no matter how much you give them,
Will hate you even the more, sorry, it is true.
Like spoiled children in candy stores.

Nothing to feel morbidly guilty about at all.
We all are imperfect, that's for sure.
There are many doing great things for all nations,
Never told on your TV station!
Like many hunger operations in effect right now.

I wish we would see the amazing good that humans do.
Not all the horrid protests that destroy cities like Paris.

Mon Dieux!

Panagiota Romios
3/17/2019
Form: Rhyme

Chopin Keys

Chopin Keys

Tender finger touch
As deep feeling presses them
His pain springs to mind.


Aqua Marine
(First poem posted here on Poetry Soup, 2015)



        Afterthought....

"For Those Who Cannot Hear"
From the album "Wings" by composer Michel Colombier.
Lyrics by Paul Williams.

Those who cannot hear
Pardon me, I've made a song for you
I've painted each day
Each sunrise in harmony
Those who cannot hear
Pardon me


Inspired me to write this poem

Pardon me, please
for being blind
to words I heard
yet could not see - 
Blind spots
blindsided me
Music plays on hidden keys
heard and seen - 
Forgive me, please.

Aqua Marine. 
24/12/24.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member God and Me

(My first small stanza is from Maria Williams' "Ode to Mum")

*You are the tea leaves; I am the tea pot;
I the tiny snowflake and you the snow.*

You are the gardener of many gardens.
There isn’t anything You can’t make grow.

Once a small seedling, I am your flower.
You are my sun and I bask in Your glow.

You are the fountain of knowledge and truth.
I am but one droplet in your mighty flow.

I the lowly tea pot; You the leaves and the water too
which make the tea to fill me! To You - everything I owe.

March 8, 2020 
for Silent One's Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - 
Maria Williams Poetry Contest
god
Form: Rhyme


Besma

Besma, rhyme old poetess 
The word for her a charming princess 
Poetry is her valiant knight 
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling 
With a genuine flair for creative writing 
Her forte is the soulful human touch 
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure 
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure 
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten,  her wish and dream 
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will beam
To help the world beautify, that’s her aim
Not just a goal, for her a right to claim..


Bio Poetry Contest sponsored by : Julianne Williams
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Whisper To Me

 
Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Remove your veil of death
And come to me the man you were
In my dream we can be
Two lovers till dawn breaks in the sky

Oh, those days when you caressed my hair
Those nights of sultry love

Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Death cannot destroy this eternal love 
Come and kiss my ruby lips

Oh, those days when we held hands
Those nights of sultry love

Whisper to me, my love
And let me hold you to my heart
Until the first rays of sun above
Now go to your resting place
Fold your arms and listen, my love

Until, I whisper your name again

_______________________
April 9, 2016

Poetry/Verse/Whisper To Me
Copyright Protected, ID 16-776--398-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Inspiration - Speak Softly Love, Andy Williams

For the contest, Grens Evergreen (Golden Oldies) #1
sponsor, Teppo Gren

First Place
Form: Verse

The Price of Pearls

"The Price of Pearls"



a strange time
just as a dream
to a place of strangeness

strangers 
walking contretemps' fine lines 
composing invisible footprints

away from life 
into the loud silence within
The Chronicles of The Forgotten

lost in the mists
oars plunging grave tomes in 
The Tombs of Sad Poetry 

some gently fierce
soft grey broken bad blue sky 
reflected in a lake of tears

a sense of haunting
romance to allay
impending fears 

acknowledging minds 
for a short while
dipping deep within 

the short measured 
confronting uncomfortable
pools of sincere welcomes some sin

playing the forgotten 
heart strings
light sensitive fingers pluck violins 

reeling in the pleasure
swoon swimming the skinny time
with cool investiture

the Siren sings
dropping chords
divesting smiles, a serious business

arresting life, love and lust
sensual eyes read his
for good measure

where diaphanous
pages drop like 
silken Selkie skin

naked she swims
to shore clutching
a fistful of pearls

wisdom comes 
at the price of 
freedom 

lost in the depths 
of drowning 
all the ghosts

dead
reborn
in his eyes, they are 

Her glistening 
new Ocean
now her feet planted on the sure

Now the Lark Ascending 
She opens the 
locked door

symphonic pleasure
maestro is 
leading



(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)







Rachmaninov: "The Isle of the Dead" 
Symphonic Poem Op. 29 - Andrew Davis
https://youtu.be/dbbtmskCRUY


Vaughan Williams: "The Lark Ascending"
https://youtu.be/ZR2JlDnT2l8








https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selkie

Times Get Hard

No ones concerned when things seem  fine, they care so much when they wanna know .
They treat it like a drive Thur get your business and go.
 Spread the gossip even to those that don't care to know.
 That's why you have to be careful about who knocks at your door. 
Some of the many you thought you knew be the main ones you really didn't know. 

Some people do things just  for a show,
 Its like a movie it was only a scene, selling wolf tickets and false dreams.
Like Katt Williams say you need a star player on your team. 
Not trying to stay in no kinda lead just trying to maintain and supply my own needs
If I fall worry not, ill only fall as far as my knees. 
 praying to God help me please! I've falling into my wicked ways.
 sometimes having bad days, having faith i'll change my ways.
 My flesh get weak taking over me.  
my spiritual body. the seed  planted within me, 
 I ask you lord please water me!There is nothing else left to do but ,
 Thank-you  Jesus FOR ALL YOU DO!!
Form:

Shadowland

 Shadowland 

Chained to the addiction of tempting Fate 
What if I told you that my life was once like yours?
Torn between love and hate
A shadow silhouette lurking between life and death
Fuelled by an emptiness to which I couldn’t relate

Caution to the wind of besting the best, 
A devious test?
Sweet sensations winning an egotistical contest
Life on the edge, merely a precarious precipice
Exhilarated ego threw flames to the flame
The fire inside couldn’t be tamed 

Comforts of home failed to exist
Love I yearned for endeavoured to resist 
 Mind effortlessly lied, failing to grasp the illusion 
between confused, lost and utter delusion
Life on the streets a means beyond the dare
Sink or swim baby, did anyone care?

Till the one eventful day when I chanced it too far 
Catastrophic event out of nowhere in shape of a car 
A sickening thud 
My frivolous life paid in blood 
My death in vain and loss of blooming years
Too late like acidic rain flowed those tears 

 What if I told you if you don’t already know?
The concise connotation 
through electric flashes of blue and red
 of the loudest despairing dread
 When they zipped the bag and pronounced you dead? 

And you become a glimmer that nobody sees
  and the silent scream that nobody hears
Except other shadows between worlds
  In an intermundane space 
Torn between abstract, physical and a forgotten face 

Temptation came as I sat here waiting 
To switch sides, she urgently advised me
I saw through her guise, this diabolical entity
I’m not an Angel that fits in your regular category
 
So, I spat in her eye and called her a name
Oops! sorry Lord forgive me I know you heard
Some of my old sass remains
Still new to the game
Yes, understood, it’s a crying shame.

So back to my story
Redemption came in the grand scheme 
I was one of the fortunate few redeemed
So, take heart, kid, abandoned to this shadowland 
 Not anymore
No more a wandering weary soul lost
Fate was not kind it was never your fault

Conducting your journey 
to me the charge has been given
Through a leap of faith all is forgiven
Form: Verse

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