Poetry soup admin I do commend
no poetry division do you recommend
There seems to be some poets who think they're upper class
Me a pleb who's down below think the idea of division is a farce
Some poems that are posted
I cannot make head nor tail
In a class I term esoteric
Does this mean as a poet
my poetry attempts deserve to fail
For me the point of posting poems
whatever form I've written the reader understands
Who would be the referees to decide what poems meet a standard
The decision by the Poetry Soup admin I do clap my hands
Referees getting paid to guess
They always miss the mess
I jump to block, they callin’ net
This always makes me so upset
One bad call makes us lose the game
The refs are always the one to blame
My coach yelling out loud
It sounds like a thundering cloud
The other team enjoying their time
We going to get them back sometime
Coming home filled with sadness
I wish they could get rid of this madness
Stay with me
Just want us to be
I hope we never grow apart
You are my sweetheart
You are something that I crave
Looking at you looks like an ocean wave
Please don’t let me go
I just want to know
I love you like winter snow
Even though you moved on
I don’t want this love gone
Hold me through the tears of pain
I hope you feel the same
In the liveliest REM stage of his night
Bert beholds an unusual sight.
A troupe of pink elephants sound a trumpet blast
Then stomp united towards the grass.
On the other side, a team of tall strong guys
March to the pitch with focussed eyes.
"I'll be the goalie!' Dan told Bert.
'I'm least likely to get hurt."
Bert referees. His reminder the same,
"The joy's in the play, not winning the game."
At half time, a call is heard from Phil.
"How have the elephants scored two nil?
It's not right. It makes no sense...
Football's not for elephants!"
The guys huddle up and devise a plan
To catch as many mice as they can.
When the teams take position on the green
A commotion begins. A chaotic scene!
The elephants pale to white as a goose
When all the mice have been let loose.
The guys score goals before the mice disappear
The elephants play on, when free from fear.
Bert awakens amazed and confused.
He starts to laugh, feeling quite amused.
He answers the question written on Suzanne's face.
He fills her in on the match that took place.
Written: November 20, 2023
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Divorce is rarely a triumph, falling apart as a curse.
Indulging stable tension with your child referees.
Venture a long divorce, privacy in public courts.
Ostensible sets and claims, serve to widen the gap.
Relationship ending in bitter is such a sad event.
Children's hearts are broken forever,
Essay to gather pieces, start over, your kids in pain.
Sudden slump of that which was erect
Which by standing up tries to correct -
Continually, we meet a fall,
As athletes compete; during football,
Nearly always suspending a game,
Referees whistle protecting its name.
Time for awarding a team free kick:
One way of letting a squad wounds luck…
In a clinic a malfunctioning heart:
Cause for the medics to around dart
By the fainting who had not eaten,
For nothing he had left in kitchen;
This type of fall the solvable
By fronting one with consumable…
Not the from-Grace-to Grass of Greats
The painful crash of once heavy weights:
Their well-fought fame burning to cinders
But tomorrow’s rise not this hinders…
I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.
3/27/2023
Before the mainevent
A fella from Canada
The All Aisain World's
Champion hoped to
Unify his title against
the German All pro
Champ. Both men
Wrestled 45 mens
To a draw. After the
Bell the referee with
Advice from members
Of the championship
Committee, awarded
The All Asian Champion
The bout, due to the
Referees three count
At the last seconds of
The match.
But in the mainevent both represent Ives were announced
as world champions and gave a world class performance.
47:31 seconds into the bout both masked champions took
exception to being snobbed by the media and fans, and
Interfered in the bout.For ten minutes these men ruined a world class performance. Both lockerrooms cleared, and all of the interfered were escorted from ringside. The doctors found both men were able to
resume, and the match continued. Then at 55:55 of the restated match,
A man in a yellow mask with "they are me" on his tights, and
"I'm invisible on his shirt" came from under the ring. He unseen by the referee, used a chain and knocked out both grapplers. The bout ended in
A double countout!
Two pennies on dead eyes.
The living laid out in tubular ranks
as if giving thanks to the majesty of rows.
An Instagram Pope barks secular commands
while pilgrims charge a ruined castle.
Clockwise they all turn deadly
a carousel of lost battles
made the State of Union.
Between the genders
alien referees call the shots.
Procreation is blessed by none now,
and yet the pro-nouns multiply like the unborn.
Turning hands stir the melting in the pot,
a Halloween greeting card from our inner demons
drops like an A bomb
upon a Chinese welcome mat.
Rabbit holes in a top hat.
I am beginning to understand
Why when it comes to some
things in life
A referees is deemed to be required
to preside over proceedings
So neither party gets to bend the
rule's or gain an unfair advantage
Problem is if that referee is human
and not a computer
Unwittingly they will also be biased and
prejudice as every human is
And it's then left up to there own
individual interpretation of the rules
As apposed to if the referee is a
computer
Which basis all it's answers and
decisions on something logical
As 2 simply yes or no
Because human beings are far more
complex
And require a multiple choice of
options
Like yes , no , emotions , feeling
all or none of the above
Down to do I tick or place an x
And should it be in a circle or a box
Until we eventually come to the point
where all we can think is
Sorry I've lost my train of thought
Please just remind me what was the
question you asked me again was
and my options are
I said I was going to make myself
a cup of coffee
Did you want one as well
You then answered yes
So I said
Do you have
Or
Don't you want
Milk and sugar
In yours
Depths beneath Sapphire blue
Faded Faces, stuck like glue.
Hearts pulling.
Minds pushing.
Referees’ decision.
Under review.
Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
Spectators chanting.
Players snarling.
Chaos looms.
So, that it seems.
Grandstand.
A Cameraman. Head shakes.
Lost man.
Lost man.
The Garbage can.
Understands. He`s a
Lost man.
Lost man.
Fuelled for what I am.
Distinguished guests scold fevers ham.
Partisans laugh – point! Pots and pans.
Sticks and stones...
And the saviour’s lamb.
His hands nailed
To protect every man
Women
Child
A grim denial,
Do we deserve it?
If we do not learn from our mistakes.
When the clouds turn black
And the world plumes grey.
And when there are no fish left
In all the lakes.
No one`s going to save us.
No, they won`t
Not the second time around.
free verse
fever seer
sever feers
sever reefs
serve free
server fee
refer: see (v)
re-verse (e), (f)
re-verse (f), (e)
referees 'v'
veers reef
veers 'feer'
stan
How will footballers huddle
keeping six feet apart
Are they gonna tackle
by throwing darts
Wearing face masks under
helmets is a total joke ~
Let the players bring the dope
and give the referees a toke
When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.
No tryouts or permission slips.
No uniforms or coaching tips.
No judges, umpires, referees,
Or grownups whom we had to please.
Whoever came could join right in.
We'd choose the teams and then begin.
No clock was used to time the game.
We played until the darkness came.
We mended balls and broken bats
And yapped and scrapped like dogs and cats.
In worn-out shoes, we'd all day run
And tanned by sun with friends have fun.
Together we would strategize
And future glory fantasize.
With candy bars as fuel we'd play
And straggle home at end of day.
We taught ourselves what's right and wrong
And how to play and get along.
We sought no trophies nor acclaim,
But played because we loved the game.
The regimented kids today
Obey whatever coaches say.
They sadly do not know how free
A game among themselves can be.
Game...life? Some would say so:
up in the morning with a sprint--
my court or yours?
dribble a few ideas,
toss them toward the hoop--
my foul or yours
depends on who choose
the referees,
who is keeping score,
your stadium
or your in-laws'.
We build such
huge amphitheaters,
call ourselves Lions--
even Christians forget--
Cowboys and Indians--
what good is life
without an opponent
a foe?
tell that to those in the Peace Corps,
or those battling AIDS;
what need for a God
if not for a devil?
God forgive
our lack of love....
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