They researched things to help the struggling folk here.
Now was the opportunity to capture the attention of those who refused to believe in opportunity.
Colation terms and words were borrowed from rivaling industries.
There new definition could outline the need for monatery growth through investments. One joked about investing in a alternatorbfor his car, but that joke outlined everything we hated about poverty.
Adjusting and reading for a fall wasn't submissive it only narrated the outcome without educating against the differences and same ess of these words.
Most were frustrated when the folk refused to understand the offering.
A small investment to create accounts for fast growth, using many people to offset the long. Wait.Months not years said. The presenter.
I don't need to lay hands on the sick to ease suffering. We only need to educate might the minds see and believe in the opportunity.
wild messenger
signals true passion
mystery presenter
trickster intelligent
casts light into dark
black questioner
_______________________
I know the best
poetry is
suppose to live in
broken love,
death, regret,
and fear of facing
another tomorrow.
Those things
that drag emotion
across the heart,
or stab
you in the brain,
with
pain and
sorrow.
But has there ever been a poet
that’s not known
such tragedy,
has no knowledge of heartbreak,
been hurt or wronged
because he didn't fit a mold.
Whose stomach
is always full,
never had to
sleep in the cold.
One that has loved
without regret
never had to beg
or borrow.
Call me a
presenter of possibilities
mediator of metaphor
encourager of exaggerations
implementor of imagination
or facilitator of fakery
but
I am no poet
I look back at my dad's radio
Shuffling through the channels
Cause the signal is too weak
But my dad will wait in awe
When the presenter starts off at the top of the hour
You'd see my dad fixed in his stool
Still to get to hear the nation address
The words of hope he hopes to hear
It's been many decades now but he's still keen
He's never wavered in what the country could be
And he's served it well
Like a true statesman, he put his family first
The radio brought together the whole village
It's where the hearts converged
And drummed all through the hour
Before the drums kept beating from a distance
That radio has seen the best of the years
From the regimes that got us out of houses to cheer on
To regimes that made it possible for kids to get an education
To the one who built futuristic roads
I bought him a new radio
But it doesn't sound like the old one
But he's eager to turn it on
And not miss the news
The PO£T
rays
of sun
filter through
opaque panels
above the chancel
forming a cross
of sun rays
above
us
they
pray to
God above,
everlasting
presenter of light,
represented
by the sun
God Ra
Ra!
God
will not
be contained
given a name
sufficient for all
God is beyond
the limits
of word
skills
written October 28, 2022
Is it just me
Or do you as well
Watch the commercials on T.V
And wonder exactly what on earth
it is they are actually trying to sell
Or are you like me somehow think
we have slipped into some kind of
alternate universe
Because I am sure I just seen the new
Lottery advert
And it was about a village green cricket
match with the team dressed in traditional
Whites
Then the Presenter comes on ready to
bat kitted out from top to toe in Red ,
Helmet , Bat , Pads , Glove's the full monty
Now as tenuous links and connections go
this is the best and only idea I could come
up with
Maybe at the initial meeting to thrash
out some concepts and ideas
The leader of the brain's trust was swinging
a bat around and accidentally hit everyone
in the head including himself
Causing mass amnesia and concussion
And when they all eventually came too
they forgot what product they were
supposed to be selling in the 1st place
And somehow thought it was a brilliant
fantastical idea
Eye of the hurricane is still
Tranquil is, the stillness centre
Distanced from cacophony trill
Yet the compere, the presenter
Fears and desires, engulf our soul
Eye of the hurricane is still
Bliss suffused, heart’s attained it’s goal
Soma nectar does overspill
Drink from the stream, to our heart’s fill
We’re in a realm of abundance
Eye of the hurricane is still
Nodes within form, burst into dance
Void of cessation, reveals truth
We abide with the divine will
Embrace oh hermit, love forsooth
Eye of the hurricane is still
03-December-2021
I remember I roared when I should have whispered.. I lost the purity of message delivered.. should be the gifted but always presenter.. multiple champs but must be the winner.. how could I be saint when I dine amongst sinners..disgust on my plate my wine just as bitter..out in this jungle surrounded by critters.. were so socially stained it gives Lucifer jitters.. some lost in the choir and should have been preachers.. while others had beauty beneath the skin creatures.. have mastered their art hiding flawed mental features.. a skeletons frame still attracting life's leechers.. some deserved degrees but were shunned by their teachers .. while the swiftest to run just remained in the bleachers.. built for a fire there heart pumping ether.. perpetual motion wounds must rest to get closure... Drunken rants edition..
The Final Countdown
I watch Countdown when on tv it comes
for the chatter the conundrums and sums
Sad to see presenter Nick Hewer go
he has been a delight on every show.
Susie is magic with words she's so sound
second to none with her verbs and her nouns.
Rachel who's truly a tremendous whizz
to sum it up she's an arithmetic.
Brilliant with the guests, Nick brought out their best
with his good humour, kindness and respect
So off you go with a big cheerio
you have been loved much more than you could know.
Enjoy what you do, wherever you go
and do it with your usual gusto.
16th June 2022
Memory - that trickster of time
that gives us glimpses, pictures sublime
of rose tinted schooldays, birthdays and more
sandcastled weekends and Christmas of yore.
Yet, seems to paint over the guilt and the pain,
the bullying schoolboy, the weekend of rain.
The empty feeling of love unspoken,
or else the confusion of friendships broken.
As if we need to remember the good
and not the rotten and old dead wood.
Like an old game show that plays in your mind,
a sepia movie that runs in rewind,
a cheesy Presenter says, "Let's see how you've done!
These are the prizes you could have won!"
She is one of many, dear Eleanor secluded
in her secular sepulcher,
One of the lonely plenty, a regular within the
anonymous atoms nebular…
Dreamed of rice, at her wedding
with her sorrows spreading,
She paid the price, with tears shedding
and one pillow bedding…
Of her loneliness, the nights in waiting
never participating,
Perhaps erroneous, her heart pulsating
and will abating…
All her lonely people, avoiding the sun
hurting no one,
Brings them to the steeple, with prayers none
trying to outrun...
Father McKenzie, could not help Eleanor
a social predator,
In his frenzy, using sermons as to metaphor
a false presenter.
Rest in peace Eleanor Rigby...
Aug.07.2019
Eleanor Rigby Who was she
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
Background music by
Jake Shimabukuro
Eleanor Rigby
(HiSessions.com Acoustic Live!)
With a female virtual voice
N/A for contest
Boy dancer shudders at his reciting girlfriend,
He wants to leave but she wants the front end;
All his life he's dreamed to be a dancin' machine,
Two-foot spinning, twirling, whirling fiend ;
Girlfriend speaks she's a tremendous orator;
She stands before the audience a skilled presenter;
Boy dancer shudders at his reciting girlfriend;
Stops abruptly standstills to listen;
For you see the speech she shares,
Glorified stories of her dancin' bear;
7/21/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Good Times
To the Poetry Soup Planning Committee,
many thanks for the great job you’ve done!
Paris weather in August is perfect.
The convention was glorious fun.
I can’t deem one experience greatest.
Every moment of each day was grand.
All the readings and speeches inspired me;
not one workshop was boring and bland.
The presenter who translated poems
of the French masters mesmerized me,
and I’ll not forget Hotel Da Vinci
and the Louvre, with such wonders to see!
On the last night, our dinner at Galette
was divine. Then we had to go home.
Hope it’s not too soon to make suggestions:
Let’s have next year’s convention in ROME!
Written in anapestic meter
If we really had a convention like this one, I'd have to rob a bank to afford it!
Date: March 7, 2019
Contest Title: The First Annual Poetry Soup Convention
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
A chat show presenter from Preston
Had a peculiar guest on
He came on a cart
With a shield o'er his heart
And said that his name's Charlton Heston
The pay inequality
So Serena Williams had a meltdown
and in the furore called the umpire a thief
this meltdown was quite entertaining
but didn’t stir me into action.
What shocked me was learning
Randi Toksvik made forty % less than her
Pre- presenter, the odious Stephen Fry made at, the same program.
My mother fought tirelessly for the same pay for the same work
And slowly it has seeped in.
In the merchant navy, the equality has always been practised
it doesn`t matter what job you have the payment is the same
for men and women.
In my nativity, I thought it was the same in the entertainment industry
this disparity in pay must be addressed and end.
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