Sup Poems

An herb used to calm an upset stomach,
Can also heal bodily stress and anxiety.
Yet for a certain troubled man who drives truck,
Grown bitter from life’s unfulfilled expectancy;

Who with corrupt seeds of waste sown does say,
“Decrease healthy interactions of relation’s conduct!”
Does...Read More

A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up
as ever to burst thrills within my breast.
If I knew more on the ways of romance,
I might not excite like some dizzy pup.

Just staring at his house excites love dreams.
I walk away...Read More

^she_

^she_  had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes
i was a sparkless firecracker 
and spoke English like i hated it.

not the least bit compatible
in any department 
at any hour on any menu
she wouldn't even drink the...Read More

As Blacken Monsters Paint Themselves As Glowing White,
Dedicated to, Ghost Writer

As darkness wields its deep slashing demonic blades,
sanity seems to be malignant tour de force,
corruption flows along hiding in wicked shades
as malicious malady on a tragic course!

One must hold steady...Read More

When our children were young our family of five was always willing and able
to sit, when it was time to eat, around one dining room table.

But children grow as do families and though each new addition we adored
there came a...Read More

I am conscious of my flabby thighs
and know I need to do more exercise

Thankfully my weak bladder's helping me -
I get up three times each night to pee!

I climb up and down two flights of stairs
and now manage these steep...Read More

i just had
an entire
fuc

king poem
in my head
but instead

of stopping
because i 
was watch

ing not 
time tick
talking

but tocking
and watching
a banned movie

i can't
remember
what i was

sup
posed
to have

written
down
...Read More

what is n alto
said the unknowing soprano
to the unsurpecting tentor
who are the Alto's
whats a Bass
does it have a face
do Basses smile
and stay round a while
who are the sopranos do they polay pianos
do they speak to tenors
and invite them to dinner
are...Read More

my muse is
beautiful in
my eyes but
not perhaps
for everybody

but every body
has its own
appeal so
as i need
not peel

my fruit to taste
and take lingu
istic pleasure
i cunningly
among us

listen to her 
dangling
parti
ciples
and

wait for it
to come
to its
own
fru

ition but've often
wondered why
when women
write say 
she sup

posing to be...Read More

I count the sparrows at my feeder,
watch them come and go.
The birds are a happenstance,
they flicker in and out, die and return,
but they themselves stay the same,
only their number records a difference,
creates a clock for the sun.
I sup my tea.
My...Read More

The stores are heaving, hear the tills jing-a-ling
Dilatory Charlie hasn’t purchased a thing
He’s on a mission, buying last minute gift
Better get something good or it’ll cause a rift

But it Christmas time, I hear Charlie whine
Shelves are all empty – didn’t...Read More

The demons are calling me
So, I will completely see
The how the darkness is so deep
And so very steep, I'm so ing up
Completely stuck, in the deep muck
Without the ing luck, I need to survive
The dark, it's breaking my soft heart
My...Read More

171 E Swedesford Rd,

Unexpected positive experience
with regular totally tubular
gnarly patron first name Maureen
hmm... if only this burbling blurb 
blog could somehow
be communicated - pro bono, cuz green
legal tender (mine) scarce -
anyway earlier 

today December sixteenth
two thousand and nineteen
ah, my dog...Read More

‘Sup?

          -‘Sup?

Sit
Still.
Shhhhh!
Swear
Silence,
Speak
Softly,
Super-Secret. . .

Shhhhh!

Swear
Silence!

          -Swear

Shhhhh!

(Softly
Speaks
Super-Secret)

          (-Screams!!!)

Shhhhh!!!

       ...Read More

My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing

My ignorance would have been a...Read More

It can't have been the scallops
Or the rump of Islay lamb,
Washed down with white Rioja
Followed by sweet meringue.
It wasn't the skate au poivre
Or smoked salmon canapes
Nor garlic stuffed green olives
Or the double chocolate glaze.
The ruby red barolo 
Is surely not...Read More

In bed
Stuffed head

Plugged nose
Can't doze

On pot
A lot

Throws up
Can't sup

Back sore
Pulse poor

Does ail
Quite pale

Can't rest
Tight chest

Throat sore
Ears roar

Temp high
Eyes dry

Weak knees
Feet freeze

Has chills
Takes pills

Did not
Take shot

Now Sue
Has flu...Read More

Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

Heavens voice advice, if...Read More

At PoetrySoup, paupers sup soup
At the same table with
The princes of the group —
‘Paupers’ being people
   poor at poetry
Who post subpar poems
That mingle with great poems
Through which no one combs
To separate great poems
From poems like my poems;
Although I...Read More

God is standing at your door
giving an appointed time to come
for He's knocking at your heart
waiting to hear your step one by one

When God puts out this call
He issues an if casting doubt
for you need ears and eyes open
to receive...Read More

1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and ends his morning song.
		The birds and trees now stand a silent throng,
		Before this rumbling mass...Read More

Fleet of foot,
down the stone steps, she seems to float,
now, ready to chase the wind,
Auburn locks now dancing.
Beauty dances through the crowds,
on golden walkways, she moves with grace,
upward, ever upward,
her long legs, running strong, 
onward, pushing onward.
Revellers watch enthralled,
she dances...Read More

Harry the Hamster
   was a cute little pet
'till the day that
   into a pot he did get

Not a pot of soup, mind you
   nor a pot of beef stew
What Harry got into
  ...Read More

At the edge of a wood, in days of summertime,
Lived Hansel and Gretel, once upon a time;
Whose dear father, a poor woodcutter,
Could no longer earn their bread and butter.
Late one night, a conversation overheard--
As from sleeping, the children had been...Read More

I keep your time, so brief, all to myself;
It liquefied and forged in sheets of green,
And stamped with faces on historic shelf – 
The marbled Fathers' perch; they claim you’re free.

Those vultures from on high look down like gods,
Upon the...Read More