Picture a room with a mirror-type wall
And two dozen women, with tap shoes on all.
In front is the teacher, who’s showing the moves
As all of the dancers get into their grooves.
Listen as taps rat-a-tat on the floor,
Increasing in tempo and hard to ignore.
In back are the newbies or those a bit shy,
All doing their best to keep up and get by.
Feel the good spirits, the joy and delight
Of all kinds of women who chose to unite
To indulge in a one hour tap-dancing spree
And if you couldn’t guess, one such tapper was me!
The fabric of time, bends to our will.
The portents of love, we will fulfill.
People always find, reasons to live.
When someone appears, with hope to give.
The music today, looking for soul.
when it has no heart, it takes a toll.
The thinkers- know-how, will rue the day.
Becoming a force, that comes to play.
Green newbies appear, and not to lose.
They all seem to have, their blue suade shoes.
Another lovely day, full of strife.
A lonely android, longing for life!
Babies galore, I tell my baby,
my youngest,
who’ve met these birthing-cousins.
Bouncing babies born
on the same day.
A boy, a girl - twinsies
and many miles away,
another boy - oh the joy!
My daughter says but
it’s been a sad day, Mom.
I ask her why, fearing
one of her in-laws,
something with the kids…
She says that Tina Turner died today.
I smile: Honey, that doesn’t trump the family news.
Babies galore. Oh the joy…the joy…joining in
for the generations spinning out.
May God abundantly bless these bundles
of swaddled happiness! May they be dressed
in white-out apparel - be the very best humans.
and as Tina would belt out, as she passed
by the freshly powdered…surely she showered
the newbies with:
You’re simply the best
Better than all the rest*
Rest in peace, Tina!
Welcome Cousins!
5/25/2023
*songwriters: Holly Knight, Mike Chapman
What is that music she plays? Many wondered aloud.
We did not name it, but it was truly new for the in-crowd.
It is Chopin, someone said, which told the newbies nothing at all.
They never heard it again until they found a great concert hall.
It’s the way of the masters, classical, gorgeously done said one.
Soothing soul music, that shines as bright as any old sun.
We love this melody and want it to do even more for us they said.
Proof that their blown-out-ears were not completely dead.
fuchsia rose was captured in the early sixteenth century
her legend was passed through many dynasties,
then storytellers got bored with her, and forgot her story
she waited for her chance; twinkling and dazzling newbies
enticing one to release her from her Pandora prison
the unlucky instigator of the pandemic
Held on to the fine strings
Was the framework of a puppet
As the colourful fabric clings,
To its body depicting snippets
Of the rich culture passed on,
From generations ago
And then it dawn upon
The newbies for it to grow.
Acts of the finest quality
Are enacted in those shows
Rewarded by the loyalty
Of the audience who chose
To enjoy the performance
Of the puppets or say the actors
While in reality was the brilliance
Of the puppet public's dictators.
William Shakespeare ’pon a cloud
Awaits the new arrivals
Heaven needs some poetry
And sea fishing revivals
A blinding light and newbies came
And smiling, wandered in
And at the front the one he sought
Said Hi, I’m Carolyn
He told her he was Willy
And he’d been here quite a while
He wants to write of fishing
Does she know the latest style
So share your fishing skill with me
Perchance we shall then see
If I can spare some time for us
To discuss poetry
Well Carolyn just grinned a bit
And told him ink your quill
I’ll tell you about fishing
And talk poetry we will
She said to Mr Shakespeare
’Let’s talk poems first,’ and so
She simply couldn’t help herself...
‘I’ll teach you all I know?’
He scratched the funny little beard
That sprouted from his chin
I think I’m gonna like you
I’m so glad they let you in
Recite for me your finest ode
Make heaven even brighter
She said I haven’t penned it yet...
Go get me a typewriter
August 5 2021
Contest: Tributes to Carolyn
Sponsor: Constance La France
Her incessant chatter is no longer listened to
Still it keeps going, loud and proud.
Her family and church do not hear; she has become white noise
Something no longer annoying even.
Her ramblings are not noticed at all.
She talks to the cans and the produce man at the grocery store.
Sharing every detail of her day; he keeps working, he knows her.
Hello Mrs. B, Mrs. T, Mrs. X, Y, Z. Did you know….
Yes, they did, or maybe they don’t want to.
They flee.
She cannot bear silence.
We all know what color her toothpaste is,
What happened to her in the bathroom on Tuesday last.
We are the newbies, so we have not drowned her out yet.
She is still a bit of a novelty.
Living Legend
When I'm through with it all
And my slippers are cold.
When my pipe is extinguished
And my favourite chair sold.
I wonder if all
Of those moments of life..
Like the picnics and laughter
Or the heart-ache and strife
Will be etched on a wall
For the newbies to find..
Or be words on a page
Of inspirational kind?
Will a shadow be cast
Where I kept out the light?
Or a candle of hope
Lifting spirits at night?
When I'm absent
Unable to fix the worlds wrongs
Will my ears hear the crying
Or grateful heart songs?
It's a tough one to know
As I ponder my fate
But one thing's for sure,
While I'm still here..
It's never too late
Jinjagoliath
20th February 2021
What drives me to post poems every day
Little green men dancing the plié?
Or maybe a monster with one evil eye?
Enormous dragons, oversized flies?
Whatever the subject, I never need fret
The ideas keep flowing, on that you can bet
Like having a baby or baking a pie
It comes quite natural for us gals and guys!
What could it be, is it fortune or fame?
Or could it just be, the thrill of the game
To challenge one's psyche to write every day
Sometimes it's easy, sometimes nay!
Got some advice for newbies among us
Writing every day is by no means a must
It's a goal to shoot for in the days up ahead
But don't lose sleep, it's nothing to dread!
My Favored Season…
Exploding fragrant blossoms invite…
flying newbies to share space
squatters to temporary home
buzzing news for the times.
Original poem: “My Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows”
November 30, 2020
Liberum Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s
Quote by: Victor Buhagiar
Free your mind of old chains, fetch me all nine muses focus on fairies, elves and pixies,
find me my potions, fiction must reign here.
The leaves open their hands widely and tiny little fairies float out
full of shimmer and grace
Give them milk and honey cakes then watch them shine like a silver moon,
with a nascent happy face
Little elves no bigger then my thumb, with keen sense of smell and hearing
frolicking about
Leaping and bouncing with joy while the forest hums, impearled with magic
and clout
Pixies so small no higher then the human knee, aqua droplets
spritely dismembering aglow
like opulent diamonds in the snow, they glitter and leave happiness
wherever they go
Free your mind of old ways and join the newbies of the magical forest of old
watch the harmonica sky ripple a tune out for leaves all etched in gold
Fetch me my potions , fiction must reign here ,
in the Kingdom of Tublerose-bellaseer
July 19, 2020
This tribute’s to dear Teppo Gren
He supported both women and men
His account’s now deleted
As his friends were mistreated
He will not post on PS again’
To newbies, kind words he was gifting
His comments sincere and uplifting
Now Teppo has left
I feel quite bereft
To pasture’s new he is now shifting
His sonnets were a joy to read
He’s removed them as his blog decreed
I will miss Teppo’s style
And there is no denial
It’s a great loss to PS indeed
Teppo is a man of great integrity and true to his word he removed his poems and deleted his account today. I know he will be greatly missed by many friends he has made on soup over the last 5 years
04/01/20
Goldfish drama
pitching sassy fit
moved to solitary confinement
as punishment
Inmates in water block laughed
Riling up new arrivals
Fish who will meet a similar fate
By morning
Goldfish drama
Aquarium guard sighs
Feeling sorry for newbies
Glad they cannot drop soap
Bullying goldfish
Running the A block
Chasing away softies
Or making them into slaves
Goldfish misunderstanding
Kept in impossibly tight bowl
Solitary confinement
Not realizing the benefits
Contest: GIF With Your Best Anything
Sponsor: Wiliam Kekaula
Used GIF number 3
Up the hill went sixteen soldiers ready to be hardened warriors
Down the hill they returned, with torn uniforms and torn bodies.
Shocked and incensed, for it had been much worse than they had ever imagined.
Many had nightmares for the rest of their lives about it.
How was it? The newbies would ask as they entered the front lines.
Don’t go up there if you can help it, they warned them.
But they could not help it because they had to follow orders.
Because that is what soldiers do, and they had no choice.
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