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Another me visited again this morning,
some are welcome friends, some not; but this one
unfamiliar;
testy, touchy.
Must be careful, take care, angry ones are stronger,
seeking domination of the others.
Now people, familiar strangers; don't look!
Too late; inevitably, staring eyes meet eyes.
The words spew out, red hot rivets
"Are you gawking at me, you jerk?"
Blood on my hands,
pain in my head.
6th place winner
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Every time I erase all thoughts from mind,
moment I stop thinking,
world comes to an end.
Along with it my body, my pain, everything.
This makes me think, does the world exist or
is it a mere figment of imagination?
Is it a dream?
It seems I will wake up to find it is all gone
Vanished into nothingness
Am I creating so much hue and cry over a non-existent entity?
When world ends in mind, I still exist
I am aware of its end.
I cannot see myself
but am there
as an awareness of an invisible entity.
I am convinced I am not this body.
I want to see myself now.
My attachments break.
I experience calm
but a restlessness to see self occupies mind.
I am convinced both soul and God exist.
I feel if I can continue being without thoughts for long time
I will see my soul.
I try again and again
but fail to remain without thoughts.
Wish it were easier
08.10.2021
Premier contest winner 7th position
Why am I here at the poetry-soup
Overpowered by dark shades of thoughts,
when I was losing myself to depression,
Sweeter side of me wrapped in satin of frost,
bitterness had engulfed all my passion,
A tiny sparkle of light peeped into my core,
and set my deep inside aglow,
Gladness wiped all the tears of remorse,
as I let my buried emotions flow,
Soup lit my pen that had long lost its lustre
and dug muse free of condemned heap of dust,
Encouraged and soon I was one contest buster,
the blazing ink thence turned robust,
Soup gives vent to veiled sublime emotions,
offers poetry contests that sharpen the nib,
Cherishing intellectual communications,
new forms and words tranquil the learning crib,
Reading exquisite gems is the real game
Be a winner in contest, gets worthy fame,
Missing to enter is the biggest shame,
Still hurt and loneliness, how can we claim?
Life enchants melody of poetry soup,
Serenity peaks to my soul's whoop.
Written Dec 30th, 2015
For contest by Jerry T Curtis
Me: Say Charlotte, is your story true?
C: It’s fictional, now are we through?
Me: So are you rich from telling yarns?
C: I’ve got nice threads, but live in barns.
Me: Are you a speedster in disguise?
C: I took a spin; I won a prize.
Me: So what’s your sport now, with your size?
C: Baseball, I guess, ‘cuz I catch flies.
Me: Do you take trips by ground or air?
C: I went by truck, seemed pretty fair.
Me: I hear your love of school is big?
C: I learned to spell and saved a pig!
Me: I hear you were a diplomat?
C: I once coerced a nasty rat.
Me: At this point, what’s your great concern?
C: I’m losing it; I talk to ferns.
Me: So is your life now on the skids?
C: You ever kept a thousand kids?
Me: Surely your life’s not been a dud?
C: You’ve clearly never sucked fly’s blood.
Me: So you’re concened with mental health?
C: I often try to hang myself.
Me: What helps most with life's flow and ebb?
C: I sit a lot and surf the web.
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(Inspired by Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White)
FIRST PLACE WINNER
for ‘a conversation with a fictional character’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Submitted 2/4/22
After the dark long night
The next morning, the sun shines bright
The flowers bloom and dazzle in sunlight
As darkness spread,the beauty goes out of sight.
The cycle repeats every day
With new hopes and dreams on the way
The heart sings,like the flowers sway
Happiness arrive and sorrows seem far away
After a dry day and hot weather
When the raindrops on land gather
The scattered and gone wishes,together
Make one feel,fly with widespread feather
A phase in life may seem difficult and tough
One needs to be patient, not rough
No hardwork is ever enough
Hope for the good and the bad,out snuff
With passage of time and years
The pain and sorrows,that one bears
Deep in the heart with running tears
Just vanish, when the dreams come true, one cheers
Luck and hope,go hand in hand
Pain and failures,one has to withstand
Still strong like a pillar,one needs to stand
To reach and finally, on the destination to land
Whatever the situation may be
Never give up hope,for successful, to be
You are the one,the winner,would be
Gather the courage, for yourself to see
A ray of hope makes one think positive
Keeps him calm,although, extremely sensitive
A positive mind makes one creative
Hope buries all negatives, acts as a sedative
So,always hope for the best
God will take care of the rest
Attempt with the right vigor and zest
Success is your's, no matter difficult, is the test...
I meet people everyday. I talk to people everyday
People from all walks of life, familiar and strange
On the street, at work, at the grocery store, everywhere I go
My fellow Black people. White people. Hispanic people.
Asian people. People that check "Other" on application forms
Common, everyday people who inspire me to be a better individual
Especially heroic people who truly make a difference in our society
Smarter people who inspire me to learn more, to read more
Good samaritans, radiating positivity; going the extra mile
To do good deeds for others. They restore my faith in humanity
I've seen strangers perform random acts of kindness
Inspiring me to follow their example. I learn something new
From talking to strangers, friends, and family. I even learn
About myself doing so. I look for the best in people. Most people
I meet are wonderful, but I've met my share of rotten apples
This much is true about common, everyday people
You'll never get any respect unless you give it first. You show them
Love and kindness, they're likely to return the favor. If you
Accept them for exactly who they are, they'll do the same for you
If you judge them, they will, in turn, judge you
People Poetry Contest/Winner(4th Place)
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Date written and posted: 06/05/2018
Once I had a bicycle,
A loving present from my grandfather;
Since I was his favorite granddaughter,
He granted my wish at a snap of my finger .
Since he was so old,
A new bicycle he could hardly afford;
He took his bike when he was young,
Which I found it once at the back of our barn.
As far as I remember,
It was really so old and rugged;
But my grandpa was like Mr. Mac-Gyber,
Amazingly fixing all things all-over.
My granda was a well-known painter,
I thought he will repaint and use sandpapers;
When I surreptitiously sneaked into his hut,
He was there recycling all my milk cans.
When everything was done,
He gladly gave it to me with a big hug;
I hurriedly drove it at once,
Down the street and field with so much fun.
“My bike was real a unique one!” I thought.
So different from others in our neighborhood,
Its wailing siren was made up of a cow’s horn,
Tubes were made of dried bamboos and corn.
Other parts were still the same,
Like forks, hubs and chainwheel set,
The rest were made up of my milk cans,
They were pedal, brake and seatgear stem.
Handle bars were what I liked most,
Converted from the handle of his old plow;
So sturdy and so strong all I knew,
And I can drive it so long in full control.
However, when I travelled quite afar,
Parts were falling one at a time;
Until everything suddenly split apart,
Eventually it dropped and rolled me down.
©2012Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Date: Aug. 3, 2012
4th Place Winner (My Very First Winning Poem)
Contest: Any Poem of the Week Contest
Contest Judged: 8/4/12
Poet Sponsor: Secret
She does not love you.
She loves what you give her—
And when that gift fades, so too does her affection.
The modern man, deluded by poets and preachers,
Believes that love is salvation.
No—
Love is slavery wrapped in perfume.
She smiles when you provide,
Cries when you delay,
Withholds warmth to bend your spine.
And you—
Grateful for her cold embrace—
Call it passion.
You sign your soul away, and call it intimacy.
Her “I love you” is not a covenant—
It is a receipt.
A thank you for value rendered:
Protection, provision, projection.
Yet when a man of higher worth appears,
She is reborn—
Her eyes wide with false admiration,
Her voice softer, her laughter louder,
Her loyalty forgotten.
You think she is the prize.
But a prize never chooses its winner.
It is men who bleed, sweat, and shatter for a glance,
While she sits, unmoved, beneath a pedestal carved by your hands.
When did love become a negotiation?
When did femininity learn to trade hearts for homes,
Affection for advantage?
She does not want your love—
She wants your weakness.
So she may rule over it in silence.
Divorce is not the failure of love—
It is the victory of strategy.
He who is weak loses her,
He who conquers keeps her trembling.
Do not chase her.
Let her feel your absence like a kingdom without a king.
Great men are not led by women—
They are followed by them.
You are the storm she fears,
The mountain she cannot move,
The god her soul once worshipped before the fall.
So rise, man.
Cast off the illusion.
She is not the light.
She is the shadow you must walk through
To find yourself again.
Dancing in a fantasy,
where I'm in your arms.
Life can be so demanding,
here is where I'm safe from harm.
I love you deeply,
but you don't know.
You're somewhere out there breathing,
but to me you're a ghost.
Haunted by your voice,
deep in my mind.
I usually avoid noise,
but I just need to find you.
So deeply I dive,
Like a professional swimmer.
I've been starting to surmise,
lately that the veil is getting thinner.
I'm so close, it's like you're right under my nose.
I can't wait to be a winner.
When I find you I've won,
and trust me I'm not a beginner.
I've been looking for so long.
Life has put me through the wringer.
But I won't give up on you, I can't.
That decision would spoil all of my plans.
The house I've built in my mind,
In dreamland.
Don't set me free and then cry for me
I'm your precious dove; think before
Springing me from the cage, lest you feel
the debilitating sting of regret.
Don't set me free and then cry for me
I am but a gust of wind that blows
only in one direction, my darling
You're behind me, not in front.
Don't set me free and then cry for me
To do so is to give me wings to fly
to the ends of the earth, so far out of sight
you'll never again reach me.
Don't set me free and then cry for me
Make your decision wisely, for before
you blow a kiss goodbye, I've already
crossed a rubicon of no return.
I mean this in earnest, do not set me free;
don't ever release me. If you do, I'll vanish
for all eternity. You see, I am time itself.
I couldn't sit idle and wait for you if I tried.
Submitted for...
Strand Select 5 Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/06/2020
N-A rerun 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date Submitted: 09/25/2019
Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted to Write
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger (N/A)
Date written and submitted: 09/03/2019