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We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
What Can You Do?
Kevin Davis 2025
What can you do when you are frightened to say anything,
but too frightened to not say how you really feel?
What do you do when there are those among you who are blind
to reality and justice, but are your family and friends?
What can you do to keep your family safe and secure
when your future is threatened and all you hold dear is trampled?
Do you stand up and fight, or do you lie down and give up?
I am scared of our future and my own prosperity, but cannot sit back and do nothing.
This is the time for all good and decent people to stand tall and show that decency and honor mean something.
We must return our country to what it was at its founding, a democracy that honors truth and justice for all.
The time set aside in life for friends, it seems to me, comes to an end in much the same way for many people – at any rate, I have never read or heard of anyone expressing surprise at this, but I have read several disappointed confessions, and rather verbose ones at that (notably by Frisch). And what do I have in common with this person now, sounds a rhetorical question, and the answer is instantly provided by silence. But what is even funnier is that the time set aside for oneself also comes to an end in a similar way. We cease to take an interest in ourselves, rituals easily erode meaning, life signifies only itself, and not just in moments of peace, but always, every minute.
Dear friends
Because of of some unexpected happenings in the home front, I couldn't respond to your comments. I am sorry. Again I have to take a short break from poetry soup as I am busy in connection with the marriage of my son. Wish you all a Happy New year!
Dear friends
I am on a cruise for four days. Sorry l won't be able to read your poems or respond to your comments . Thanks for all your kind comments.
Two best of friends met in a place where most animals go afterlife.
Ballyregan: "I run all my life... until I retired."
Scurlogue: "I've won many races, but I had one race where I ran back and not finish the race."
Ballyregan: "Why?"
Scurlogue: "Because I wanted you to win!"
IN THE IRONY OF FORGIVENESS
The irony of forgiveness,
Is that human nature, doesn't
Demand that its cause
Be given forgetfulness;
Thus, giving anger opportunity
To revive its paining spirit
Of negative recollection;
Versus positive reconciliation:-
To forgive and not forget
Can prove to be oxymoronic;
Inhibiting resurrecting love
From eternally bonding
Family, friends, or lovers:-
The forgiveness we ask of God,
We must also give to one another;
And this forgiveness begins
With the forgiveness of self:-
Past trials and tribulations
Extricated and flushed down,
Let self be now ever bonded
In the onederful oneness onement
That God has bestowed upon thee
With faith’s divine peace and love:-
As I will be away from home on a family tour for almost a week, I will not be able to read your poems or comment on them. Please excuse me.
Hi Friends
Sorry to inform you that my elder sister died of a stroke on 24th September. It has been a shock for me and the family and I am taking a few days off from Poetry Soup. So, I won’t be able to read your poems or respond to your comments.
Marquetta’s funeral
it is the oddest I have seen
held not in her hometown, but several hours away
in a place she has not lived for fifty years
most of her friends are in their nineties
they do not drive, cannot get to this place
even their children do not drive well,
for they are in their seventies
two of her children planned this fiasco
without telling their three siblings
it became the Julie show
Julie is the youngest, it has always been the Julie show
Julie is the main speaker,
she speaks about herself
I, I, me,
Me, me, I
I am successful.
I am glorious.
I am great.
I am astounded.
When will Marquetta’s name be mentioned?
It is not mentioned at all.
I stare at Julie.
She has not changed. It is still the Julie show.
best friends can keep a secret, when others cannot
They have your back but do not burden you with it
my best friend and I can resume a friendship after ten years
laughing and cutting up as if we saw each other yesterday
No one else understands my family and my circumstance as well
because I do not trust many people, but I totally trust my best friend
We have made history with our antics, and funny stories
Telling them over and over; still laughing, because we know each other.
friends arrive from unexpected places
Some have slipped out of the Congo
One of mine is from the River Nile
Oh, that is also the Congo? Who knew?
I have friends all over the USA
In possibly all fifty states
Two friends in Australia,
six or eight in the UK
One friend lives in the Isle of Man
They are as dissimilar as they can be
They are of all creeds and colors
I cannot say that I like them all in the same way
But I like different things about each one.
I can say that.
While on vacation, I decided it was time to take a break from Poetry Soup, after seven years of being here. I do not know if, or when I will return. In the meantime, I want to thank everyone who visited my poems and commented. I really appreciate you-- being there for me. So many top poets and friends will dwell in my memories. Your visits and comments meant a lot.
If I was an Eskimo I would live on an ice float
sharing it with a couple of crisp clean white polar bears
My children would play with their children
We would swap stories
Share child-rearing responsibilities
Clean each other’s igloos
Pesky men who think I am cute would leave me alone
My bear friends would see to that
Barnyard animals were intimidated by the bull.
He is from Chicago, he must be part of the mafia.
Whisper whisper gossip gossip
Barney was a quiet animal, he stayed to himself
He was not antisocial, just not socialized.
He wanted to have friends.
It had not happened.
He had no idea how to begin.
Whisper whisper gossip gossip the chickens and hens said.
There must be something wrong with him said the mean cows.
He was shy, and brilliant, but they never knew.