Short Troupe Poems
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Asteroids, do not scare me
Had a great life, appeared on TV
Banjo in a folk group
In a hillbilly troupe
For brekkie, enjoy weiners and beans
Big headed dance troupe
Precede the festival known
As Saint Sebastian
When you will find from music
Crafts, sweets and serigraphies
1-16-2016
I joined with this great writing troupe ,
Trading as PoetrySoup .
With no millionaire backers
They beat~off all hackers.
What a site! what a write !! what a Group !!!..
Ladies upon a stage which are dressed in feminine style
Gracefully in a row, they flow as a troupe dancing the ballet
I am sure those ladies had many ingrown toenails and cramps.
My dear friend Russell, our hearts are with you
One of the kindest Soup souls and one so true
Very few can replace
Your amazing grace
A one-of-a-kind gentleman to all of our troupe
WORDSLINGERS
Wordslingers dabbling in alphabet soup
cohorts assembled Limericks as a troupe
instead of their blades
they’ve taken up spades
to challenge the reigning “Queen of the Poop”
John G. Lawless
©12/6/2018
Come into the soup
my wordy friend coaxed
you'll really like it there
They are quite a group
these poet-type folks -
creative thoughts and flair
I peeked at the troupe
the world each invokes
and finally took his dare
Form:
No one tops Cirque du Soleil, their creativity is vast
Originality plus, every performance, spectators gasp
With their impossible feats
We're riveted to our seat
Being part of this world-famous troupe is a blast
Our soul group, ascends as a whole
No one is left behind
Let us with love, play our life role
Free from lower mind’s bind
All souls are our brothers
Let’s help one another
We all walk together
We’re one troupe
Our soul group
12-January-2022
Quietus
so this one time i was just at home with my friends
and we just decided that we would pretend
that our group was no group
but a theater troupe
and we got up and made up a play
we danced and we sang
and we laughed like a gang
of sailors do when they drink
we sat on the floor
and we thought up some more
little skits just to do when we're bored
The man was in pink
Bent over the sink
Pink pants quite tight
Oh my what a sight!
His face a flush
Quite bright the blush
So loud the cough
Huff puff and scoff!
The people did wink
On the floor his mink
His Versace from Karachi
And hat like mariachi
Six more appeared
All similarly geared
Alas what a group
So very gay, this troupe!
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astute
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Tramp
she took a breath thinking of her child self
the lights compelled her to begin
she danced as well as any prima donna
appreciative applause for her troupe well-earned
her daddy was finally getting to watch
his baby girl show off her intense prowess
for angels do not have maladies like blindness right?
She danced in his honor, loving the nod she received from heaven.
“Geeves, would you happen to know the answer
About the noise that sounds like a dancer”
‘Well sir, see that whoop
Was not a dance troupe
Coz In fact it was those hungry ants, sir’
“Geeves, there’s nothing chewing up my dresser”
‘I’m sorry, but that was my best guess, sir’
“Geeves, I’d bet my life
You’re fondling my wife
Because she dances when you undress her”
May 15, 2023
Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.
Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble
Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.
Oh..without approval, we think we shall
all but die..
Thus, writing comments, till sunrise is
just about all night?
A backslapping poetic troupe some be.
When did the Creator say,” honor each
poet, far more than me? “
These poets, are but Avatars that you
breathed life into.
You know them not, nor do they know you.
A mythical relationship in a poetry zoo!
12/8/2022
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When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
A flamboyance gathered at the lagoon.
Wading patiently for their briny food.
The sun arrived to gently wake the earth.
A warmth commenced to break night's curse...
All was quiet until the blue troupe stealthily arrived.
With blood and devils in their eyes...
The stalk quickly evolved into chase.
For its the will of brutes to snap the neck of grace...
A baboon king proudly struts about,
pink feathers lining its vicious mouth.
As Autumn idles
A laziness caresses the moon
Resting on a soft cloud bed
Her shadow taunting the night
In a nocturnal game of hide and seek
A soft aroma rises
From freshly trodden leaf beds
A chatter of empty branches
Counts a metronomic rhythm
A feathered dance troupe performs
Taking a final bow
Beckoned by a distant sun
Urged on by a chill wind
Take flight my children
Heed well the scents of nature
Follow the wisdom of your soul
As Autumn idles
A laziness caresses the moon
Resting on a soft cloud bed
Her shadow taunting the night
In a nocturnal game of hide and seek
A soft aroma rises
From freshly trodden leaf beds
A chatter of empty branches
Counts a metronomic rhythm
A feathered dance troupe performs
Taking a final bow
Beckoned by a distant sun
Urged on by a chill wind
Take flight my children
Heed well the scents of nature
Follow the wisdom of your soul
Freedom and our Flag
For those who never knew freedom.
My heart cries out in vein.
The cries of a dying nation going in sane.
Pitted against each other mud slings both ways.
The Statue of Liberty crying as clearly we lost our way.
There is the grand old flag waving proudly in the wind. Serving us with honor to provide and pave the new way again.
Rallying the troupe to serve proudly to protect our freedom with their lives.
Look love lines link
Ideas in ink
Give gain grand grope
Heed hidden hope
Touch trouble tears
Sense sober seer
Crude charms crumble
Ask aid ample
Mindset moves match
Employ each etch
Reap rapture's rum
Ask apt alarm
Appease amber
Cool clear charmer
Troupe telling think
Invoke iced ink
Observe oil ooze
Noxious new noose
Write words wound well
Heaven hurls hell
Earn each evolve
Roast ripe resolve
Escape evolves
Leon Enriquez
21 Mar 2014
Singapore
Beyond space time
We heavenward climb
In the realm of light
Love and clear sight
Among our peers
Enlightened seers
Being our soul group
Marching as one troupe
Yet we choose earth life
Sorrow, struggle, strife
With memory erased
By myriad illusions dazed
Until we again align
With love pulsations divine
And then only stand erect
Luminous and perfect
Why do we do all this
To reclaim innate bliss
Remains a deep mystery
As we rewrite history
The tiny dragons dance aloft
whilst dragonflies soar amuck
They dance over the lake, over the lake they waft
The huffle-winks peer from the muck
At the bright flittering troupe
Dancing over the water, dancing by the brush
Those dancing dragons, how they swoop!
The water ripples under
They spin, twirl and dive, such an acrobatic group
Huffle-winks leap to the flutter
Dancing over the dark lake
Prancing glad with the rest, 'til, alas, it's over
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