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Andrea’s fun creation
No nod from the Soup
Kindred poets rally round
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Friendship is being there for each other
Rally round to help one another
Include them in things that you do
Encourage each other along the way
nurture and care
Delighted faces
Sharing things with them from day to day
Happy days ahead
Incredible memories
Peaceful hearts
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
Arrives,
spring in green hues.
Buds and blooms opening.
The crocuses are in full bloom,
violet and pink amid slender leaves.
Bees rally round and songbirds chirp,
flying from tree to tree.
Season of cheer,
Arrives!
Jan.19.2023
~ Placed Second~
Hopes of Spring’s Return Poetry Contest
Sponsor- M.L.Kiser
Let me tell you a story……..
Nothing new under the sun really.
Happened many times.
Autumn flourished and Christmas was near.
Hark, the bells tolled.
The womanizer discovered love.
Too late.
For now she died much too quick.
Friends rally round.
Especially Lisa, his illegitimate daughter.
All in vain. For now his love is dead.
A year passed.
He stood near a window
as fluffy snow fell gently.
He looked at that set of seashells,
An ivory box and inside his old watch
which she gave him as mementos.
Outside raucous seagulls flew,
a harbinger of further devastating storms.
Yet the worst tempest was in his heart.
Tears fell profusely.
But time flies.
Rapturous Spring is in full swing.
Tranquillity reigns in his heart.
All the family drift
On the boat on the languid lake.
Lisa happy to be with her father,
And his new wife.
He holds his own child with care
Will it be the end of his womanizing?
A white swan glides near.
Euphoric tranquillity reigns.
16 April 2022
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
The day wisdom flies the coup,
Is the day we will need to rally round hope,
And hang on tight to love with more than just rope.
Who could blame wisdom if it decided to fly the coup,
When we don't bother to keep it in the loop,
As even lower we stoop.
I pray we can restore wisdom to the top of the heap,
Before it flies the coup,
With few in the group that can entice it back through the hoop.
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
Forgiveness is easy
So i choose not to
I forsake myself
so why should i treat you any differently
Are you special
Chosen from on high
Standing here my finger raised towards the sky
Forgive and forget
A joke forced down our throats
Rally round and crucify me
From your sins i wont set you free
Is there life beyond this farce
Does the universe question is there human life
Forgiveness is humanities strife
So take your sorrys
To some other ear
because foregiveness has no home here
How easily forgotten those souls
of wars and battles of ten, twenty, sixty years ago,
when lives were given freely in belief and hope
for the dreams of freedom and democracy we spoke.
One more hero falls
added to the list, written on the honor walls
of who and what America still stands for
in promise and endeavor to be greater to our inner core.
The voices now seem to only whisper on the lips
as changes to our ever sought aspirations slip
into a dissention of heart and soul and ideals
that once defined who we were forged in steel.
It is an ever struggle to be vigilant in this sea
of the process to learning how we came to be
the country in which we were free to speak
and rally for the average man's mystique.
But like every nation reigns bestowed
times change, dreams and efforts erode
to steal away the progress made in pain
and erase the names of heroes slain.
Rally round the men and women who do not fold
embrace the dream and promises of old
that all be living open and free in the land
with opportune liberty and democracy at hand.
People running for their lives,
Buildings falling,
The earth roars and splits,
Car’s turn over,
The earth is angry,
Gaping holes,
Collapsed roads,
Terror and death,
Devastation as disaster attack,
Before the stillness comes,
But wait!
It’s not safe yet!
Here it comes again,
The aftershock,
Rumbling and shaking,
As people scream,
Then the calm,
It stops,
Rescuers go into action,
People rally round,
The trapped are saved,
Children pulled from the wreckage,
Something mystical happens,
In these times of trial,
Survival mode,
People actually care,
They change from the selfish,
Into loving human beings.
Sadness as the dead is collected,
We mourn our loss,
As life goes on.
19/11/2016
For contest sponsor
Anthony Slausen
You don't miss a slice off a cut loaf
At least that's what most cheaters would say.
But they're not talking about their wives
Because in their minds they have surmised
That their wives would never view life this way
So if this is a carved in stone fact
About how all of our wives would react
I for one would sure appreciate
If someone out there could set me straight
How wives handle this issue with tact.
Men crave what they see on the big screen
And are constantly caught in between
Wanting what it is that they can't get
Forget about heart aches and regret
Last time I looked men ain't all prom queens
So come on boys let's all rally round
And try not let the male species down
All I ask is that we recognize
I am not trying to patronize
But shouldn't the real kings wear the crown.
COPLA CINCUENTA Y CINCO: This Bad Guy World
Centre-half’s the heart of defence
Danger comes from the Right and Left:
Ball politics
When heart’s corrupt fickle sans sense
Enemy dribbles through with zest:
Goal posts drumsticks
The second line’s the general
Prince and people rally round him:
Alert spearhead
Goal keeper pulls skin over all
Defence cataracts make him victim:
Balls bounce dead ahead
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
An acquaintance of mine
(More the friend of a friend)
Was just told that her life
May be nearing its end.
She is ready for hospice,
Her doctor suggested;
She cannot go home,
Which is what she requested.
Her husband bailed out
When she first became sick,
Taking up with a lover
He found rather quick.
But perhaps I’m unfair –
Maybe illness aside,
He just fell out of love
Or what she could provide.
Still, right now she’s alone
At the end of her days,
Though her friends rally ‘round
In restorative ways.
It’s so awful to hear
Of a person you’ve known
Who will soon be laid out
With her name on a stone.
It’s a jarring reminder
Of what we deny
That as time marches on,
We will all get to die.
Always expect the unexpected.
Don't be shocked by a surprise.
Sometimes our nonchalant complacency
presents a new gift in disguise.
The future we had planned for
isn't always whats in store,
but for each lost opportunity
we'll find another door.
We will find a way of coping
when we thought we never could.
What seemed at first so negative
can be transformed into 'good'.
The seed of faith grows hardier;
the weakness becomes strong
and soon what first seemed 'gloom and doom'
sings a much more hopeful song.
Inside each grey and blustery cloud
there lies a silver seed of hope.
It nestles in the misery and
grows to help us cope.
It blossoms into friendship
we never knew was there;
it blooms when people 'rally round'
and show they really care.
So, don't be shocked by life's surprises.
Don't let them knock you to the ground.
Let the bellow of the storm die down
and hear the tinkling silver sound
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