The protocol when swimming
Is to circle in a lane.
At least that’s what my husband says;
From swimming I refrain.
You swim a lap and touch the wall
Then circle and return,
As all new members in the pool
Will very quickly learn.
The lanes are also designated
For the fast or slow
Or in-between and every swimmer
Knows where he should go.
Yet sometimes, in the slow lane,
Someone’s sticking to the side.
The rules of circling around
He simply won’t abide.
He bumps the other swimmers
Who, at first, all seem to mind,
Until they figure out that this
Is someone who is blind.
So what should the solution be?
Accommodations made?
The needs of one surpassing all
When justice has been weighed?
I have no answer, but opinions
Certainly will clash,
The end result most likely
Passed along with quite a splash.
we arrived and the world city did not expect
that we were as we are
the houses whispered about us
special tenants
I know we paid with our souls
to be less unhappy in certain matters
the indispensable presence of plane trees in the patios
and a good moonlight helps to equate this
to be the new members of the whole
later we will lower the volume of anguish
allowing the birds to sing
I was sure that we would look at the landscape
with a lot of desire to cry
it was hard for us to buy this existence
with the built-in death clause
we still preferred that property with a balcony
and the beautiful view into life
It's looking sunny right now on Poetry Soup! The poetry is coming in hot... but I can see some clouds of doubt hanging out there over some new writers.
So break out those cold icy laptops, because I'm predicting a warm front welcome to come in, mixed with some positive feedback. The low pressure and high challenging tides are going to be the beggining of a much needed storm of inspiration, flooding of opportunities, and a tsunami of new friendships.
But before you submit that poem, slow down a minute and take time to read the new poems under pressure out there. Try to extend an umbrella of helpful advice for those new members, some warm sunny feedback, or maybe a weather vane for those lost poems that just blew in. We don't evacuate storms here...we write them out!
Once I saw my sister out in the meadow
Picking wild daisies and black-eyed susans
She was happy then, I could easily tell,
I watched her from the veranda window
She tossed her lovely hair out of her eyes
And carefully arranging each flower
In a bouquet, she flitted like a bee from
Colorful stem to stem, I heard her sighs.
My sister went faraway to wait for me
A couple of years ago, quite unexpectedly
And ever since, I have missed her sighs,
But I recall the memories so pleasantly,
She is in the meadow choosing a bouquet
And she calls for me to join her someday.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
written July 7, 2021
SILVER WINNER
New Members' Poetry Contest
All Poetry
July, 2021
The following days will be quite a chore.
You will find pieces of heart all over the floor.
Be mindful these days and watch where you step.
We’ll slowly pick them up because they have to be kept.
Our family blood is our binding glue.
It will keep us together and there is nothing we can’t do.
Remember one fact, you are never alone.
New members will arrive in blood, muscle and bone.
You will always be loved, both here and beyond.
Our family is strong and this love is our bond.
In death we might part, but just for a time.
Keep your focus on life and that hill you still climb.
The death of our loved ones will always bring pain.
Please lean on your family, they will help ease the strain.
Life can be short, try not to bicker and fight.
Our family is all that’s important, at the end of each night.
Serpico
limit tree eye
a passing passerby
with tulips that fly
into the eye we shall see
burning with fire
a gun for hire
Serpico as Al Pacino
go with the flow
came out years ago
carry on then let go
elect new members
place, spaces & traces
Live it up
As if the light of a skunk
braided by the mere notion of goals
barren sea onto remember me
falling down on my knees
love, hate & sweat
so sorry that we met
not so easy to forget...
Attica ! Attica ! Attica !
beat one with a baseball bat
live at each attempt
porcelain tape some call it fate
got an email
...new members kickin hell...
supposed to say "hi"
...wish everyone well...
from here though
...don't got to yell...
we're all the same type
…so rot if you want...
its how writing turns ripe
: )
stan sand
I used to be such a happy-go-lucky guy
But then I somehow fell in with the wrong crowd.
I forgot more and more of my past as time went by.
In the gang, friends from the past weren’t allowed.
We traveled around as a group from place to place
Terrorizing anyone that we came across.
Sometimes we’d get right up and in their face
Scaring them until they were at a total loss.
We had an initiation for new members.
For whatever reason, we called it Rabbit Roulette.
One of us had to go first if I remember.
It was a dangerous game that I tried hard to forget.
The idea was to run under a moving car,
Getting as close as possible without getting hit.
I wanted to show the new guys I was the best by far,
So I found the perfect spot on a curve to sit.
I got up on my hind legs and got ready to run.
I heard a car coming and was ready to show them all.
I ran between the tires like a bullet from a gun
And I came out on the other side standing tall.
As I stood there gloating in the middle of the street.
I didn’t see what was coming around the bend.
Little did I know my maker I was about to meet.
My lucky foot was the only thing that they could mend.
The most happiest man....
Happiness is the most important
thing for you to achieve in your life
Happiness can not be gained
It is earned by your heart
Happiness can be found
When you are close to God and obeying his words
Happiness can be found
When you show your kindness to others
Happiness can be found
When you are nice to those you hate
Happiness can be found
When you help others
Happiness are the love and kindness
And learn to enjoy what ever comes along
Happiness is not far away from you
It is close to you heart
Happiness is serving God for all eternity
and once you fulfilled your wish
then you are the most happiest man.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
*( I wrote this poem on the year of 2004 and
I would like to repeat again for new members to read and
value it. Thanks)
I am happy
The happiest I have ever been
I has been many years that I have felt this secure and happy
But my happiness is not superficial
It is emotional,
from the high spirits that my loved ones leave me in.
It is from care,
because all my friends provide me with with everyday.
It is from support,
because even when I'm wrong, there is someone still on my side.
It is from touch,
because whenever I need a hug, there is one waiting for me.
It is from laughs,
because by God, my friends are some of the funniest people to grace my life.
It is from smiles,
because there is never a dull moment between friends
It is from family,
because I have gained a few new members.
And it is from love,
because there is an abundance of it in my life now.
What is a community builder?
Someone who encourages
Someone who embraces new members
Someone who reaches out to other members of the community.
Someone who brings community members together.
If you do one of these things you are community builder.
This is my tribute to all the Community Builders-
All who live in small villages to big cities of the world,
the long time and the new members.
EACH poem submitted,
each time you c o m m e n t,
and all those contest SPONSORS who inspire us to write,
all the BLOGGERS who make us cry, laugh and p o n d e r,
you are a "Community Builder" . . .
Oh, there are thousands of you, too many to name,
but without Y O U- Poetry Soup would not be so amazing.
___________________________
October 23, 2016
Verse - 10 lines
Submitted to the contest,
Community Builders Free For All Tribute
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Strong
Dark
Resilient
Ebony
Towers
Spreading up through history
Budding off new members like leaves
Hoping to make it through seasons
Birth
Adolescence
Middle age
And the cold of winter
With white hair on our heads like snow
Until we fall to the ground
And join our roots
In the ground below
Dear Poetry Soup: I was wondering what formula you use to choose Best Poets
Here, including Best New Poets and Best Poets in last 2 weeks. In other words what
is the criteria you use that determines these rankings? I'm sure that many new members
who post here would also like to know what procedure is used for their knowledge so they
can proceed accordingly.
Thank you in advance for your answer.
Robert William Gruhn
From the same land that is the home of the kangaroo,
and where the platypus and koala come from too,
we respect you members for everything that you do!
You have written many works with quality that’s true.
Your words and verses convey crystal-clear description.
Everything you write is a worthy composition.
Americans enjoy reading each new submission,
and we welcome any new members for admission.
You have exemplified friendliness and courtesy.
It is all tried and true; none of it is fantasy.
We in the United States tell you we all revere
all of our site members in the Southern Hemisphere.
May your production continue in a plethora.
We salute all of our members from Australia!
All of us can also give a hand
to those members currently in New Zealand.
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