Meet the mad, manic, Mister Murgatroyd
An undynamic blistered humanoid
A curred curmudgeon you don't want to meet
In a bar, back alley, or dead end street
He's a filthy, flagrant, flatulent fart
Sewer rat mind and tarantula heart
Cleaves cuddly kittens, feeds them to guppies
Pet pranks the pet shop, punting the puppies
He's our white whale and our snake in the grass
A demon from hell, one pain in the ass
His black, rotten heart's beyond all belief
We need good karma to offer relief
Slurp burping some soup, soup wouldn't swallow
Burp slurping for breath, death would soon follow
A lone chicken bone was lodged in his throat
His face had changed tone and started to bloat
No one there for the Heimlich maneuver
Cuz no one cared from here to Vancouver
No smelling salts would be administered
No certificate of death was registered
They scrambled his brains to stop his last twitch
Then scraped his remains, dropped him in a ditch
A soulless soul and one sorry old sot
Heavens to Murgatroyd?... Heaven thinks not!
Farewell Poetry Soup, to my Challenge run
I've surpassed the goal I set to pass someone
and I confess it didn't take very long to do
before becoming addicted, but now I'm through
There's no poetic achievement that I found
in blacking out words of others, round after round
Or in analyzing a poem written by another poet
I'm not a laureate and humbly admit, I know it
So, have it the challenges, you who are gung ho
It was fun for a while but I'm moving on, so...
wheels and magnetic boards for me... no more
I won't comment on poems just to up my score
It was interesting to play for a while but I'm done
Writing poetry I conceive on my own is more fun
Amusing were the known AI users who chose to play
those whose words written without AI are on display
Striking fists ready to rumble & take defense
spiking soup with ginger makes more sense
beets ruby & golden broth brews perka pink
defeats all hatred, unlike you, lento is my ink
Brain waves flow against pessimistic energies
flames grave slow sink in my ocean’s synergies
[sigh] I’m not like you, I embrace what’s different
I let your unordinary mind unfold, until it isn’t
Until I die
I'm going to do my best
To stay alive.
While there's still blue in the sky
There's still hope in my eyes
That all will come to realize...
Don't limit the is
For what is has no limits.
Will not the Sun turn our blood green?
Will not the gods... swim with the salmon upstream?
Will not the dream come alive in a bean?
A green bean tossed in a stream
By a boy with really big dreams.
Live in the now, forget the rest.
Live life to the absolute fullest.
So, until then
I'll do my best not to sin.
Tame the beast that roars within.
Play my woodwinds like the puck I am.
Offer up sweet song with my aqualungs.
Pull my Jethro Tull, unleash my Calypso.
Trill with thrills echoing off canyon walls
And public parking lot garages.
Cawing to the gods and anyone with ears.
Perhaps, I am flawed
In believing there is hope
Even after all these years.
Perhaps, I'm just delusional
In thinking love will conquer all,
Extinguish evil
Once and for all.
Perhaps, I'll just keep on playing my flute
And
Keep on swimming in the soup.
It's the best poetry site in the world, in my view!
Hot soup is highly appreciated specially in the winter season!
Rough, not proofread.
Rain on gravel is stone-soup.
An alarm clock leaves a bad taste of daylight.
Never proofread that argument.
Ha.
Depression is stone-soup.
With extra polluted rain.
From a tornado.
A tumbleweed as a side salad.
Depression bleeds old vegetable broth.
I’m a stew set aside for later.
Written with love and appreciation to all at Poetry Soup by scottydotti the poet
31/07/2026 5am
P oetry Soup team you rock
O nly been a member short time, love this family
E veryones been so welcoming
T here are beautiful friendships blooming in my life
R eally glad I found this family, this creative space
Y ou're all appreciated for the hardwork you do
S ometimes ~ not easy to please everyone
O h I'm sure you already know that
U p trumps you come releasing ~ emoji
P erfectly sublime colours ~~ to my world of comments
T he new games site ~ is amazing
E njoying looking ~ learning new stuff
A lways remember ~ your all loved
M e I'm just one voice I know your loved by all
sonnets rain from brain
pink stew of poetry soup
migraines inspire
I am engrossed
with you irresistible , tenacious
not impassively
or ungrudgingly
but humbling
presentiment
of my brainwave
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
Each summer,
When the temperatures soared,
It was time for Nana's soup.
Soup in the summer?
You might wonder.
Yes, soup in the summer—
Her special soup from the garden,
The very garden where we grew the vegetables.
Nana's soup was special,
A meal we always made together.
We began in the garden,
Choosing only the finest vegetables
For the bubbling pot.
It was time to harvest
Everything her recipe required.
We shelled the peas by hand
And snapped the beans.
Tomatoes roasted
Until they were just right.
When we made Nana's special soup,
We weren't just making supper.
We were making memories
To last a lifetime,
Memories that warmed our hearts
Long after the soup was gone.
I posted two poems and recieved hardly any comments for months i think.'? Then
I recieved two then five, then the vast ammount of 70 views, i felt a lot better
It was such great news." And i got more
Comments and even more views.)
Life can send one in to turmoil
As if in the blink of an eye
Throwing one into confused clarity.
Though numb, hearts bleed and cry.
So to distract oneself from woe
To avoid pits of despair,
There's a place where I love to go...
Poetry Soup is there!
It gives one space to think and breathe
To recieve something uplifting.
We gain so much from being here
We too get the joy of gifting!
We never know from poem to poem
How much our works impact.
Then someone reaches out and says,
"You made a difference. Thanks for that!"
That feeling of togetherness
Is an anchor to the soul.
Somehow sharing in this global Soup
Shrinks an empty hole.
On here we find meaning and make friends
And over this past year,
Poetry has been my therapy.
It's a blessing you are here!
Poetry Soup’s like family
A poetry home for us to be.
We write, we post, wait for review
One never knows it could be you.
Writers from all around the globe
Send out their words like tele-probe.
Our different styles make us unique
perhaps it’s yours that we may seek.
Some write with rhyme and syllable
while other free style mixable.
No matter what, you’re welcome here
For months on end, year after year
We learn, we share make friendships too
Support each other yes, we do.
Put out our work, that is our quest
May even enter a contest.
Win, lose, or draw, don’t matter much
As long as we all keep in touch.
May gain some fans along the way
Who like our work and what we say.
So, if you’re ever in real doubt
Just send a message, we’ll help out.
Yes, folks I’m glad I found this site
Where I can be myself and write.
Whose brainy idea was this
Picture Sign-in? I have to
Squint and adjust, peer
And stare – 2 minutes have
Passed and I can no longer
Tell bicycles from cars
And alien space crafts. Got my
Telescope now set up in front
Of the computer, just for
Sign-in, try as I did I could
Not get the screen to fit on
A microscope slide. If this
Is the way of the future, at
Least get some pictures I
Can clearly recognize, like
Old Playboy centerfolds or
Beer can labels. Just saying.
An earthy palette
of hues,
blue-greens, and
muted tones of melancholia
safflower oil imparts a
blue period
colors made from
our terrestrial
fruit of flora
reflecting
depth of destitution
giving or receiving
the act of charity?
The girl lifts
their spirits
with humble offerings
collective souls
connect completely
moods moving,
welcoming warmth
of the broth soup’s
steamy ardent aroma,
awakening the dormant
and pitiful perils prolonged
sense of taste
A choice expounding
in what is seen
and unseen,
an elder’s mindful
symbiosis, steaming
savory clouds
of translucent
silvery solvents
from a slumped stance,
vigor spent
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