Fingers of sunlight fuse and bleed
Pouring through cloudy turbid skies
Gently spilling its warmth to concede
Unsettling winds that unceasingly sigh
Muting the thunderous applause of a storm’s demise
A bluebell sky lights the promises of a changing day
Teeming with the brilliance of light that breach
The forecast of wind and weather relinquishing my dismay
As joy implores happiness in song filled harmonies unleash
This empirical miracle of hope’s heavenly array
This partly cloudy day makes me think of you
You are like the unsettled weather
As your feelings shift from gray to blue
Your laughter breaks through like the sun untethered
While your heart wraps around each loving hue
With tonal loving sounds of our day beginning anew
After the last note of the concerto,
after the thunderous applause,
after the presentation flowers,
after the congratulations
of her admirers behind the curtain,
she walks still smiling
quickly to her dressing room
where alone she sheds bitter tears
for the missed notes
and that too muddled passage
where her music fell short
of the perfection she had rehearsed
in her head.
The conductor knocks gently at her door,
hears her weeping, walks quietly away
shaking his head sympathetically,
he knows,
he understands.
jewel of Jesus
oh my God what on earth has become of you
the cross you bore and those days in the cave
torment and anguish all up in the clouds
diffusion dilution of promise and hope
you were to be the miraculous jewel in the crown
devoid of thorns that pierce our conscience
they tore the brilliance and cast it in alchemy
to thunderous applause of greed and contempt
gold myrrh and frankincense gone up in smoke
while divinity kinship humanity now burn in hell
warfare and anger instead of glorious peace
avarice material idols and rapacious destruction
hand me a loincloth point me back to the basics
guide me towards love kindness compassion
relieve me from fear and show me your beauty
you are way more than a historical artefact
This site is da bomb my haven so to speak
It's where I go to mellow out
Away from the ugly news of the day
That we constantly hear about
Without this site my life would be boring
I'd walk around mumbling away
Oblivious to the big old world passing by
Whatta great way to start the day
So many great people call P-Soup their home
Scattered throughout this big planet
Personalities as varied as the fish in the ocean
So many they run the damn gamut
From witty, to clever intellectual or romantic
We all call it home sweet home
A retreat a getaway from all of life's hassles
A place to let our true hearts roam
So let's hear some of that thunderous applause
Because here's the inside scoop
All of us would probably fade into oblivion
Instead we're just happy as poop
Tina Turner was the Queen of Rock 'n' Roll
She earned her dues for music's cause
On stage she played her regal role
Belting out tunes to thunderous applause
With hits like "Proud Mary"
She had fans screaming in the aisles
As the big wheel kept turning on the ferry
On a musical journey of many miles
She had some rough times with Ike
But eventually she took freedom's flight
Her song, "I Don't Wanna Fight,
Summed up her feelings on the mic
Her song, "Whats Love Got To Do With It"
Described those times well
Yet she blazed a musical trail that was well lit
In her songs her memory will dwell
6-5-2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Anderson
An attic full holding me earthbound
thunderous applause without virtue of sound
looming overhead no room left for expansion
Wall to wall misery held without ransom
Offering no absolution a glut of misspent thought
Imaginary treasure that offered truely naught
Unsentimental clearing of all that doesn't define
Filling up anothers with that which never filled mine
Walking teeth gritted the packed aisles of a store
Illusory pleasure long since a bore
There is nothing I need no thing that I want
to pile overhead in my sleepless bed taunt
Instead I will deal with what needs being dealt
feeling in full what needs feeling felt
Squarely defining from here ever after
As I strip it away rafter to rafter
Freeing my house ,my psyche,my heart
Knowing what I will or will not part
It's a process each day I seek to unearth
What lies buried beneath commerce and mirth
No laughing matter
Opening night:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
(thunderous applause)
Second night:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Eh? What?
She twirls, swirls, dips and sways
In exotic costumes of satin and tulle
She leaps into the air her arms fluttering
Her pirouettes leave audiences stuttering
Into the wings she glides with grace
Then reappears to thunderous applause
An experience filled with fun and delight
Only at the ballet can we see such a sight.
Written October 2, 2021
thunderous applause
alternate reality...
five people have died
(senryu)
01/13/2021
Senryu - Humorous, Satirical or Dark Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
This site is da bomb, my haven so to speak
It's where I go to mellow out
Away from the ugly news of the day
That we constantly hear about
Without this site, my life would be boring
I'd walk around mumbling away
Oblivious to the big old world passing by
Whatta great way to start the day
So many people call The Soup their home
Scattered throughout this big planet
Personalities as varied as the fish in the ocean
So many, they run the damn gamut
From witty, to clever, intellectual or romantic
We all call it home sweet home
A retreat, a getaway from all of life's hassles
A place to let our true hearts roam
So let's hear some of that thunderous applause
Because here's the inside scoop
All of us would probably fade into oblivion
Instead, we're just happy as poop
I twirled the blind side of my imagination
She landed in a bow but did not bow
visualizing my muse’s scoff
but it never came
Adding metamorphic truths
to my delicate repertoire
my cosmic soul winked at me
causing thunderous applause
misunderstanding I danced my new truth
thinking my muse and I were on the same wavelength
but of course she surprised me again
by pulling the rug out and letting me tumble to my death
If all could be said
With one hundred thirty six words
Could my thoughts be coherent
Would words travel in herds
Would they race across pages
receiving thunderous applause
Would they cause one to ponder
or take a moment of pause
If words could take flight
Somehow written in the sky
There your eyes might marvel
thoughts traveling high
Witness the majesty
of words raining down
Stories of paupers
or a King with a crown
So many detailed stories
One hundred thirty six words rearranged
Stories of contented people
or of others estranged.
So I ask you to write
Share your words with me
You may be the next Will Shakespeare
Asking “To be or not to be?”
Now I must finish
My words have run out
You might ask me
“What are you talking about?”
Written for John Lawless’s One Hundred Thirty Six Word Poetry Contest.
August 23 2019
And so it begins...
A dazzling display of showmanship
A very stiff dance competition
Observed by a live audience
By four judges sitting in the front row
Meticulous; they don't miss a thing
The dancing prowess of every performer
The twirls, the shuffles, the oohs and aahs
The missteps, the works
Hoofers take to the dance floor
One after the other in pursuit of glory
Each one aiming to please
To steal the show, to come out on top
All dance routines ending
In thunderous applause
They all make it hard for the judges
To pick a sole winner
It's a mesmerizing experience...
And So It Begins Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/08/2019
A summer storm has struck upon the stage.
Like clouds, faces in the crowd change to black.
As lightning triggers sudden disengage,
tonight’s entertainment can stay on track.
The wit he’s stored within his mind’s spice rack
can use this summer rain in which to mull.
Dry humor, soaking wet, delivers smack
and thunderous applause says he’s not dull.
This stand-up comic entertains without a lull.
June 20, 2018
a Spencerian stanza
Memories,
Sweet and idyllic,
Dark and enchanting,
Mysterious and jealous.
Memories,
Which we gave birth to,
And watered with a can,
Of love and hatred.
Memories,
Caged within me,
And you,
Caged within them.
Today,
I have put them on display,
For the world to witness,
In exchange for their silent admiration,
And thunderous applause.
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