Short Ladle Poems

bring me chicken soup
in a neighborhood kettle -
ladle out comfort

1/2/2019...

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Prima donna Fish - Haiku

noodles boil in lake
water fall is the ladle 
fish prefer raw bait...

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sleeping under the stars   big dipper serving up heaven




01/26/19


For Heavenly Monoku Poetry Contest
By Kim Rodrigues...

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A love that:

Flows so sweet as 
ambrosia from Hebe’s
ladle to the cup of 
Heracles

or nectar saccharine as
Apollo’s lyre,
carried by doves!
to the heavenly feast...

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Campbell's 'Soup' is no more, with its name change usurp,
Eating soup without a label, makes me a twerp,
I’ve sipped every bowl,
Now it’s taking a toll,
If I ladle soup, with no soup label, I’ll burp!...

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Bear

A pair of bears together
Gather in for a cuddle
A bear with a pear 
And a bear with a ladle
One real and one not
One eats and one not

A still life and a life, the pair
Both giving a bear hug forever....

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Fate held, unkind to breast
amnesty's heart, thine to rest

tomorrow, unknown chattel
hope, stands alone in battle

forgiveness, yours
from love's ladle, pours

another stolen day, borrows
eyes keen, our tomorrows...

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When quenching
the silence
alone at the well

One ladle
awaits me
and loneliness quelled

Tomorrow resurgent
all thirst
fading fast

My shadow
refilling
— the emptiness past


(Dreamsleep: September, 2024) 
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To drink
from my well
you
first must believe
Each cup 
that I proffer 
permission
received
The fuller
your bucket
the stronger
your vow
Each word
that you ladle 
rebaptized
— aloud

(The Radnor House: January, 2024) 
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a ladle of love at twilight can ease a troubled mind,
so cradle me above stars and passion we shall find-
you'll be the moon and I'll be the spoon...two bodies intertwined. 


Moon Spoon Contest
December 22, 2016...

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To paint I do so adore..
Four cans of paint are waiting to be poured...
I hear you say "What for?"

Let's use a ladle we have in store.
Are you sure?
Let's fill a super-soaker...

On a tilt-a-door?
One,two,three,four..

your action painting is now drying
on the rumpus-room floor....

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  Poetry’s for me
  Don’t need Plot
    Character
       or Theme
  
  Nor Beginning
    Middle 
      or Ending

  Activate the senses
    Stir up an emotion 
      or two 
  Slip in a Mickey Finn
  
       POW!

  Dip the ladle in the punch
    Invite the world to try it
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(A Tribute to the Poetry Soup Staff)

A table
A soul
With cups of alphabet soup-
A ladle
A bowl
Is what's needed to scoop

Portions from the bottom,
The pot keeps getting better,
Sipping words and phrases
From spoonfuls of letters.


(Thanks to the Staff for bringing this Community together.)...

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mr. rumble went to
the cumble


sat there and had a cafe 
with MR.and MRS.rafe 


saw the sun set up down 
and went to home with crukkle brown


lived in buffer  with ladle moffer 
to see the cauther ruffer 


mr . rumble went to shopper 
to buy lill  toffer 


had a lost journey with  cumble curney
oh ! mr  rumble...

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Words of a song.
The sound of wind all along.
In the vase by the door,
the petal of a flower
on the floor.
Letters of a word.
The carvings on a board.
In the vase on the table,
a drop of water
in the ladle.
Write a song,
forever belong.
The words of many,
to earn a penny. 
In the vase by the door,
The flower fell on the floor....

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putting and pasting
glow in the dark stars
i'm finally seeing
my ceiling 
once

again

for if it was only once
and not again then
that would mean
i'm a virgin 
all over

again

we make soup together
her poetry pot is on
top so she puts
my ladle
in

again
and
again

so i must
say its good 
to be back 
on my back
again...

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OH MAIDEN FAIR


Oh Maiden Fair
On the yard in the moonlit night
Ah! Fair maiden, playing the ladle
Crossing lefts while going right
Canvas curtain covers while your bathen
Oh Maiden Fair
Under light
In the night
Beautiful maiden music you're playing
You have princes and kings falling


7/24/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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Worried for the day
I sit at the table, too nervous to say
I must write a fable

With my pens in array
I look for my ladle
My hunger I must slay

My thoughts in disarray 
Worried my hunger could be fatal
I forget my paper, in my bed I lay

My stomach tied knots
If I was understood i’d earn my spot
For now they look at me like an empty lot

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watered down soup has lost its flavor ~ the broth is not one to savor

it's over peppered and there's too much garlic ~ sometimes vitriolic

nothing wrong with a little pinch of salt ~ but don't use words to assault

those who post AI should be put in detention ~ maybe suspension

don't ladle me a bowl of soup ~ if it's been tainted, and that's the scoop
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VICTOR HAILS FROM MALTA

I picture you on your island of Malta,
fine treasures you mete with nature
and lovelorn memories. My mind’s eye
froths with imageries and portraitures.

You stir the sea of Poetry Soup’s lot,
ladle out friendship and kind words.
Halfway around the world, the sun
And moon shine with blessings stirred.

12/11/2019
Tribute to Victor Buhagiar...

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I'm just sitting here waiting for the ladle
To pass along to me, those tasty things
I'm anxious for what's lying in its cradle
Letters forming words that often sing
But I'm looking in my bowl and it's half empty
The pot looks like it's barren to the bone
There's no meat or veggies there, and I'm painfully aware
I'm sitting at the table all alone


Were is everybody ?...

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I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.

I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.

Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper, pen, poet in cahoots as lovers
Rupture of a skeptic smug gnostic noodle...

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An abacus arriving ate apples and so articulate were the sonnets delivered. So brave a bead. Pass pass passing. 5million mules delivering bread. Grabbing a gatepost. Steadily surfing a silvery wired wave. Whilst juggling 863 cows. Hahahaha mystified mood swings hahahaha and a peach coloured bucket carrying a ladle. Marketing strategy. 1 2 3 and a curried curriculum climbing. Xxxx evaporation z...

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I soar from the embers of the life
coincidences
grasping the ladle of passion 
in my exact part
a butterfly roosts to my left
ponder on the shrubs 
that lives in me
what do they ever emulate
lost paired on havoc, they
keep me mellow
nagging sensations
traverse the deepness 
of love and pain
fantastic mates
life dwells below 
your carapace quality

Written: September 28, 2022...

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Confession
  
    Author: Runping Chen 

From the peak of soul
I carry a handful of clean soil;
From the rapids of life
I scoop up a ladle of clear water,
And mix them up together.
I searched and fetched the bricks of affection
To build up a kitchen range.
I burn my life as igniting the firewood
To heat the pot of faith
So as to stew leisurely
Gurgles of the poetic thinking,
In silence....

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