Ps Poems

Ps and Qs

preening queens prickled~

queendom prerogatives quashed 

prized predilections~

Just Ps having Fun

paradise patty’s puffy plush pillows patterned polka dot, paisleys,
pretty purple and pink prints, provide princes and princesses
plenty of prevalent presidential powerful plush pleasure.

1ST On PS: Succubi Sultry

sweat dripping down my spine
slide of fingers through hair,
gentle as a summer breeze,
yet bold as a winter's storm.
hidden velvet wrapped bridge,
slowly beckons me deeper,
dark recesses of my psuche.
leaf on a tempestuous sea,
helpless to resist the undertow
I surrender to the tidal wave
wraps a silken-lined abyss,
a succubus writhing in ecstasy,
brushstrokes of my tongue.
symphony of desire, resonates
the chamber of our conquest,
creature unholy and unbridled
darting flame, ignites the fuse
passionate breeze hot and cold,
tantalizing tease, trembling
throbbing pendulum, suspended
in the balance of my pleasure.

PS News Gives Cause to Sigh

From Poetry Soup I've been away ~ there's nothing much I've had to say

Not much interest in hanging out ~ not sure lately what it's about

Now I hear some people are using AI ~ cause for giving a sigh

How can they call themselves 'poet' ~ cheat - even if others don't know it

Is winning a contest that important ~ NO, so I took time to rant

Lately, I've reposted an old one or two ~ sorry they're nothing new

'til PS interests me again ~ don't forget me if you're my friend

Letter to Oz - A Request - April

Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?

As if in Oz 
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham

For I request 
A feature fair
To pin a poem
In the air..

High up above
As if balloon..
(your coding skills
to make us swoon)

My favourite write
The 'child' of mine
Top of the class
My favourite rhyme

Please let me click
A box right >> here <<
To pick my fave. Thanks.
Yours Sincere..

Lawyer PS

In the court of justice, where truth's pursuit reigns,
As a lawyer I  stand firm, amid legal strains.
With scales of reason and a mind's keen might,
I navigate the corridors of justice's light.

Plaintiffs fire arrows attempting to confuse my sight,
So I craft arguments, striving for what's right.
In the hallowed halls where judgments decree,
My lawyer's voice echoes, setting innocent free.

With briefs as shields and statutes as swords,
I champion justice with relentless chords.
In the chambers of law, I weave my skills,
Defending the innocent to save them from ills.

Radio -PS

From morning light until 6pm at night,
I'm behind the scenes curating delight. 
With tones that echo on your radio,
blending local stories into audio.

In the heart of waves, where frequencies ascend,
from AM to FM, radio signals extend. 
In the realms of airwaves, where voices roam, 
broadcasting melodies that are heard at home.

With many dials, meters and buttons galore, 
producing shows, which listeners adore.
Weaving scripts to ensure presenters flow,
creating playlists of songs people know.

Colleagues call me the conductor of sound,
composing themes to entertain all year round.
Preventing silence from all transmissions,
making life easy for my technicians.

Inviting guests from a wide range of places,
from different backgrounds and new faces.
On standby to report on breaking news,
using social media to increase the views.

Monitoring projects are in my domain,
there's also an apprentice I have to train.
It's not just about navigating the studio,
I compose the moments that make hearts glow.

Plumber PS

I didn't know what to do when I left school,
But I thought I would become a plumber, wouldn't that be cool.

Most of the work is inside I thought,
But I should have looked closer, I really ought.

People always think a plumber earns a lot and will be well to do,
Most plumbers are not rich, but they deserve it when they have their hand stuck in the loo.

Most plumbing work is at floor level or even below,
And the aches and pains get stronger as the years just go.

To some people we are just heroes as we stop a torrential leak,
But then we are the bad men when a leak comes back next week.

We are all known for driving white vans, but mine is actually blue,
I never tell anyone I am a plumber because everyone will have a job that they want you to do.

Did you know you can make water run uphill,
So I guess I am proud to be a plumber, but I am happier still is when a happy customer finally pays their bill.

Geologist - PS

Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of 
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior, 
and unravels the enigmatic structure 
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture, 
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.

My expertise as a geologist 
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains, 
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.

A piece of rock is not just 
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.

Intuitive Engineer - PS

In verse I blend my roles, multiplicity defined..
A poet-mother-daughter, all within my design.

Sister, secretary, cleaner, nurse—my busy days abide..
Dreamer, philosopher, optimist, by my side.

Psychic and intuitive, my spirit held dear..
Engineer, crafting futures, breaking barriers without fear.

Flagger- PS

My partner called out cars she sent
as we stood at opposite ends
of the work zone, and when
hers had passed, I called out mine
sending them along a narrow passage.

We found a common language
to communicate, and we made
small talk when things were slow.

The construction crew struggled
to settle each fresh coat of asphalt
over a moist bed of clay
of a two-lane in northeast Nebraska
arcing and curving over hills and valleys
between two unincorporated areas.

Black angus cows grazed
on a grassy hill, coincidental beauty found
in another time and place,
and a bull bellowed
to declare the spread his own.

After work my partner and I stood
outside our rooms at the hotel.
She talked about her husband
and I talked about a librarian
who read my poems.

While we spoke about our
lives back home, a light in the lot
shone a distant star.

Photographer - PS

 
I love writing poetry that is so true,
and though I am not that good I draw too.

But, I love, love taking nature photography,
creating photos like a seasonal biography.

I go for long walks when the days are nice,
with hiking boots and camera for a picture to entice.

Often, these photo creations will truly inspire,
me- to write poetry that others will admire.

Poetry and photography are my loves true blue,
I wish to capture both in every possible hue.

The artistic soul is connected in all ways,
and I just follow it's violin whispering maze.

- Artist - PS -

  Art creates balance in my life
  it's not regards my genius creativity

  The search for the right line or a brilliant sentence
  an expression that challenges myself

  I wish to decorate the world in delightful colors
  dare to stretch personal experience up to something universal

  A self-taught painter who creates abstract works
  where the soul emerges during the process

  As eternal testament that has neither beginning nor closing
  My life ... my choice

  Who tells this narrative story?
  the painter, the poet ... a little human

Mom PS

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Learning to change stinky diapers
                 While holding my breath
                    A screaming, hungry baby
                       Tearing my nerves apart  

And then feeding them warm milk
        That puts them to sleep
              So peaceful and angel like
                    Until the wailing starts  

Bam! The doctor says
     Congratulations you are expecting
          Oh! No!!! Not again this soon
                Let the nausea begin

Then the days and years click by
        One is busy destroying everything
              The other one holds onto your leg
                   While you try to cook and clean

Something happened 
      I guess it is a miracle
           The nausea happened
               While I was supposed to be protected

There was a pinprick in the diaphram
      I did not see it there
           Well, another miracle
              Who has red hair  

There were many jobs
      In my lifetime
        Teacher, Census worker
           Wife and pastor husband support

The most important though
    So it seemed was
      Being a support
        For my husband and children

Social Worker - PS

Some say I’m a mean girl, but that’s not true
I put on a facade when my heart’s feeling blue
I enjoy camaraderie, conversation and silly fun 
And will be there for others until my life is done

I enjoy feeling the sunny rays warming my face
And being home in my garden, my peaceful place
I enjoy watching and feeding birds and hearing their song
And dreaming of Spring birds, and winter to be gone

I love to cultivate flowers and plants in the Spring
And enjoy Reading outside and the peace it brings
A favorite past time are my walks with my dog
They clear my head of any stress and brain fog
 
I adore my friends and will always lend them a hand
Defend and honor their beliefs and with them I stand
Social work has been my lifelong dedicated career
And know making a difference is a gift I hold dear

Family is important to me, and I love all of mine
And enjoy holiday gatherings and treasure spending time
If you still think I’m a mean girl you, then you really don’t know
How beautiful my heart is and it's kindness I like to bestow

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