The light and the shadows
They play a game with me
The dreamy sun
Silent in its state
Yet you rose up and fought against
Those dirty fangs of cancer
That pierced your skin mercilessly
I prayed to God, prayed hard for help
The truth is spoken at times like this
It's a thin thread that will not hold long
When tears come down my face
Can you believe how much you touched
My life? My mind? Ah!
My heart aches
A strong young woman blossomed
Couldn't bear to see
Those foul demons took her away
From here I'm lost and alone
Wasting away at the bottom of an endless lake
Shaking hands reach out for nothing
Taking to the bars so these sweeties will talk back to
me
This dream seems unreal sometimes
Cherry cheeks flashy smile
Twinkle in her eyes
I wish I could witness
One more time .
Only a few have touched my soul
But those that have made quite an impact
I'm talking about the sweet women here
But some men do also attract
Some male athletes can surely impress
Their charisma wins the day
But it's the ladies to whom I'm referring to
Residing here in our cyber café
Don't have to possess stunning good looks
Warm hearts score bigger with me
True beauty they say comes from within
Which is what I've found it to be
What amazes me is the number of sweeties
Here in one place at one time
Guess because there's so many on the site
Is why I have love on my mind
Spring
When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born,
Crimson colours do shed, the remote hills
While by the turn of the delightful morn
Golden hues brighten the neighbouring fields.
It is time when birds quit their fleecy nests
Twitter with relish their first morning song,
Bees fish for sweeties from blooms, feeling blest,
While flowers trumpets their own blooms for long.
Soon the sweet spring breeze will whisper by night
With the clean blue sky lit by the full moon,
It`ll be time to scribble with much delight
Some twinkling verses to extol spring`s boons.
The spring sweet shining sunshine, though sublime,
Like every existing joy is for short time.
You're never out of my thoughts sweeties
Never very far away
On my mind the last thing each night
Mornings to start each new day
What is it called when this thing happens
Is there some very special name
Or is it just called plain old love
Basically the name stays the same
Happening for thousands of years or more
The need for the love of another
To assure us guys are not all alone
And we count on the love of others
What a sad world this place would be
Without love to see us through
Totally adrift on an ocean of nothingness
So fortunate to still have you
So I'll close with this my dear sweet lady
Not a moment ever goes by
When you're image is not alive in my thoughts
Tears of joy well up in my eyes
Foxglove faeries flitting freely,
tiny little ethereal sweeties;
picking blossoms to make hats,
faerie boys make themselves spats.
Mice, moths and butterflies,
are there strictly to apprise,
they're tiny judges of latest styles,
those faerie designs are really wild!
Among the flowers faeries flutter,
flying smoothly as hot butter;
wispy wings transparent be,
lovelier than the dogwood trees.
Fading blossoms made into clothes,
are fitting for the likes of those;
elementals craft some lovely things,
of colors fit for queens and kings.
If these faeries you ever espy,
say nothing and just pass on by;
disturb them not amid their duties,
just be pleased you glimpsed these cuties.
Love is known as the best medicine, after all,
But chocolate is an excellent medicine,
Citronette is an excellent medicine too,
Praline is a medicine that can be enjoyed,
Leave loves in their pink cardboard box,
Unpack treats and yellow nougatines,
Orangette is the best medicine, in bed,
To take with his green tea in the evening or solo,
Love is a divine medicine, now and everywhere
But Cognac croquette is a love medicine,
Poetry is the best medicine, in many places
With dark chocolate. Or colored sweeties.
Aussies are the best
Have known two, one in-person
And one on-line
Both with a joy of living
What is their secret
Is there something in the air
Is it living with koala bears
Maybe with kangeroos
Perhaps you can tell me
Coz the whole world would be
A much better place
To spend a lifetime with these sweeties
With only love and happiness in their hearts
Making the world go around!
My sweet Aussie lovers.....
There are so many sweeties here on the Soup
Not going to mention their names
They're the ones I look forward to reading each day
While playing some sweet loving games
They're citizens of countries all over the world
So great to meet all these folks
It's surely amazes me how similar we all are
Such a feeling of warmth it evokes
If one of the requirements to become a world leader
Was to complete a poetry course
Then write a sweet love poem to other world leaders
Could eliminate all the armed forces
Dreaming? What? Do you think I'm dreaming
But poetry could unite all nations
Leaders could meet and all hug one another
Would cause quite a sensation!
Well back to these sweeties here on the Soup
A day without 'em is so sad
Since joining P-Soup almost twelve years ago
It's the best time I've ever had!
Maybe a role reversal would be in order
And us guys could take it or leave it
Whatta mind-blowing experience that would be
The ladies simply couldn't conceive it
Exciting? You ain't just whistling Dixie
There's a stirring deep down in my loins
Sexual in nature maybe my jockeys are too tight
Sometimes I let out a few oinks
Sure would be great to see how that works out
To turn the tables on the ladies
I'd say, “I have a bad headache, maybe December
Right now I'm baking some pastries”
Can you just imagine the look on their faces
They'd start to grovel and whimper
“It's already August, not too long to wait
Before you know it, it'll be winter!”
See, my dear sweeties! How do you like it
To be at the other end of the dial
Can't tell you how much fun that would be
I'd never be able to wipe off the smile
Ancient tongues
Make covenant
In your presence
A god of destruction
Taking life at will
Lies are his essence
Down by the barn
He slides on hay
Slithering with sweeties
He laps up his prey
Up on the throne
Where stone speaks
Laws are nailed to feet
Left, right, left, right, left
Plodding desperate ground
Dying to retreat
Sacrificial systems
Forged in empty wells
Birthing concessions
Ringing silver bells
July's Jupiter rises
Foreboding vibrates wide
All will be revealed
Slightly slipping south
Belief in the end
Fear's children are sealed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-09-2022
Stressful Days
mental
cental
nonstop
gums flop
Two Adult Males
trying
vying
Sometimes
they're
eclairs
in chairs
with flair
Chairs And Naps
so soon
my boon
asleep
so neat
snoring
soaring
Just For me
ooh, ahh
whoo ha
I rest
with zest
I sleep
so neat
cental- a US weight of 100 lbs.
vying-rivalry
eclairs-a usually chocolate-frosted oblong pastry filled with whipped cream or custard(sweeties filled with fluff)
This joyous season will soon be over
But the memories will remain in my heart
Of all the warm wishes from you sweet people
So sad though we're so far apart
Surely these long distant friendships
Are the way it was supposed to be
Otherwise I'd be torn between too many sweeties
I'd start babbling incoherently
So here's to all of my dear lovers on the Soup
I adore every one to the moon
You're all in my will and you'll share in my fortune
But zero times zero is “aucune”
Last count there are thousands of members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams
Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique collection of such talented people
It's a haven for you and me
Hang on a minute, I think I might have it
It's coz of certain folks enrolled
Won't mention names, you know who you are
Not fair to others if I told
So let's just say there's a humongous big bunch
Who turn my crank every day
Rush to my computer every single morning
To read what these sweeties have to say
Certainly not giving away any trade secrets
It's reason for a very large following
Poetry can almost become secondary at times
As we canoodle with love overflowing
lemony dandelions
rawrin’ lawn weeds
bitter tea leaves
swarming like bees
ditzy sweeties writhing
‘round a damsel’s crown
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2/9/2021
I've got to tell you I've stopped smoking,
Not had one for nearly a year.
Some turn to eating lots of sweeties,
I turned to drinking more beer.
I have just got to say
It's getting easier each day.
I can now drink ten pints,
Without a wobble or a sway.
But I am putting on weight
Drinking all of this beer,
So I'm going to try whiskey,
Starting next year.
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