Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Categories:
postings, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up in the queue
I’ll say yes if you agree
— who is kidding who
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Categories:
postings, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Crosswise-My PEERPOETS at POETRY SOUP
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
Categories:
postings, people, poetry,
Form: Shape
He was my friend
For just a few years,
Our friendship cemented
Over ciggies and beers,
And chatting up birds
On long boozy nights
And standing back to back
In barroom fights.
We had an arrangement
That we never abused
We drank on credit
In the bar we used,
,Every two weeks
When payday came around
Even the comrades knew
Where we’d be found.
Standing at Elli's bar
We patiently waited
Whilst our tally was
Carefully calculated.
With the account settled
That was when
With the first drink
Our tally started off again.
We were last to,leave
Every single drinking night
And I swear sometimes
It was almost first light.
When his postings came
We said goodbye
Promised to keep in touch
But we neither did try.
For a little while
I tried to carry on
But it wasn't the same
With him being gone.
I heard he carried on
Just the same
And every now and again
I'd hear his name.
I'm pretty certain he's dead
After all these years
Fron too many ciggies
And too many beers
But he was my mate
My very best of friends
When we burned our Candles
From the middle and both ends
Categories:
postings, drink, friendship, memory, military,
Form: Rhyme
I started writing consistently some 15 years ago,
and started posting to Poetry Soup 7 years ago.
It was yesterday that I reached 1900 postings,
and I tell you, I'm feeling mighty good about it.
I have to say that over these few years of posting,
Poetry Soup has given so much to me and the world.
Long after I have gone to heaven, these poems and
stories that flow from my heart, many of which
were inspired by other poets and contests, will
live on like seed planted by the rivers of water.
Poetry Soup gave me a platform that reaches
around the globe. Yes, I'm feeling mighty fine.
062922PS
Categories:
postings, thanks,
Form: Narrative
In the beginning, atoms and photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
Note: y so many postings of this? See note in first copy below, about the ERROR MESSAGE that allowed the Universe to intervene.
Categories:
postings, art, creation,
Form: Free verse
When their pens run dry, where do poets go?
With old verses scripted in rhythm and rhyme,
will their poetry relate past its prime?
Bards, present and past, speak to tomorrow,
inking words of love, passion, and sorrow
shared by us all, and thus, immune to time.
Poets pass, but their poetry lives on
in postings tethered to the internet;
securely stored for anyone to get.
We word smiths forge words to ponder upon,
and those words still speak for us when we're gone;
so when dusk comes, we won't fear the sunset.
Poets find a home in supportive groups;
that lift a kindred spirit when it droops.
Categories:
postings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Verse
COVID
testing 123
CABIN FEVER
travel ban
BIRTHDAY CANDLES
video party
KISSES
drive-by throws
PANDEMIC
invisible killer
nowhere to hide
PLANS ON HOLD
confined to
family bubble
ONLINE CARE
doctor phone visit
no mask required
COVID LINEUPS
one at a time
six feet apart
THE NEW NORMAL
smiles concealed
behind masks
cities on lockdown
countries in isolation
~ life at a standstill
ZINET ~ new 1-line poetry form invented by Dr Zik (max 5 syllables)
ZIKET ~ new 2-line poetry form invented by Dr Zik
(max 8 syllables in line 1 and 5 syllables in line 2)
HAIKU - traditional 3-line poem of japanese origin (5-7-5 syllables and untitled)
AP: 1st place
Posted on December 1, 2020 (previously posted in 3 postings according to style)
Categories:
postings, anxiety, health, world,
Form: Free verse
by Wayne Wysocki
covid virus spreads
followed by online postings
both going viral
Categories:
postings, humorous,
Form: Haiku
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
Categories:
postings, poetry, word play,
Form: Rhyme
In the cemetery walks the wind;
Trees move seems like out of the way;
As the sun escorts it's whelm;
Funny little birds running out cross grasses play;
walks cemetery winds...
Tenderly the gravestones sit;
Those marble stones tandem large;
Up upon the rays of sun hit;
Hard to move insects crawls;
walks cemetery winds...
Illuminating suns brights;
This activity clings to the night;
Superstitious postings barred;
Hapless spins of jaded scars;
No bumps, No boos;
It's broad open daylight;
No ill practices of demon rituals clues;
walks cemetery wind on cruise;
2/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
postings, analogy, bereavement, death, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
I.
Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance
Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.
II.
Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,
Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically,
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built me a tower!”
III.
Rickety tickety
Wolfram von Eschenbach
Sought for a subject to
Fashion a tale;
Tiring of writing so
Eschatologically,
Rather, he turned to the
Quest of the Grail.
NB. The nonsense opening of a Double Dactyl was originally, and is still most frequently, "higgledy-piggledy", but it can be any alliterative pair of dactyls. Here, the opening of the second is from the adapted version of the Scots folksong "Wee Cooper o' Fife" in the schoolhouse sequence of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds-- though some postings online mishear it as "willaby wallaby" or "willicky wallicky". The nonsense opening of the third is from Tom Lehrer's "The Irish Ballad".
Categories:
postings, dance, history, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Double Dactyl
May your life be merry, may your load be light:
May your joys be many, and your future bright.
May the road be smooth, for the friends we know,
And may you make many more, wheresoe'er you go.
To all of you - grand folks to know - we raise a glass
And pray sincerely, that Peace soon comes to pass.
So to achieve this end, may our voices be raised.
As for Internet Folks? Heaven be praised!
Let's keep the postings coming and let the rhetoric fly;
Be it solemn, comic, or inane? We'll either laugh or cry
When we read such opinions or indulge in idle chatter,
But all discussion should concern us, so let's natter.
While there's the InAternet, and we can keep in touch,
Whether we write frequently or not very much,
The camaraderie enjoyed here, is second to none!
So to One and All - and I'll bet you're glad I'm done?
May everyone enjoy A Very Happy, Prosperous and Peaceful New Year .
Categories:
postings, new year,
Form: Rhyme
We sit here quietly every day in our little space,
Taking phone calls and doing our job better than most.
We’re just like everyone else here stuck in the rat race
Working so hard at our job, while others seem to coast.
We haven’t noticed any new job postings on the wall,
Yet, the guy next to us seems to get “special assignments”.
Why don’t the team managers offer them to us all
Instead of quietly promoting with special treatment?
Just because we’re grunts, doesn’t mean we’re brainless.
We’re able to look around and see what’s going on.
Wouldn’t it be productive and fairly painless
To offer “special assignments” to everyone?
Give us all the same chance to better ourselves.
We all want to get off the phones as much as we can.
Management tries to keep it among themselves,
Rather than open the door to every woman and man.
The reason to write this is to stir a little commotion
Because of the lack of fairness around this place.
We all want to know the secret handshake of promotion.
The managers should offer opportunity to our face.
Categories:
postings, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Recycled News And Postings
In these days of What's app and its prevalent use...
Recycled News and postings are all too often received...
The truth of the matter is in the incessant urge to share...
The latest info and message the minute one is received...
Not to worry, all postings in social media are for long time....
Once in a while, the same news comes alive again online...
Readers are the best judges, to read, hoard or delete...
News or info to be shared is for everyone's benefits....
So keep 'em coming in, all will be better informed and entertained...
Not seeing evil does not mean evil is non-existent out there...
Not hearing evil does not mean all is good and heavenly out there...
Not doing evil does not mean we are all angelic everywhere....
Not speaking evil does not mean we should be angels on earth here....
Hence, keep 'em coming, messages, news snippets, photos or video clips....
Life in this social media age is so much interesting with all these postings...
Keep 'em coming, keep 'em coming...
Categories:
postings, angst, blessing, celebration, community,
Form: Free verse
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