There was to be a grand barking contest
To find the dog that barked loud and longest
A man came on his scooter
Farting loud as a trouper
And said he couldn’t tell a b from an f.
Categories:
trouper, dog, humor,
Form: Limerick
Abba arrived in living color,
a dream introduced by Super Trouper,
I was headlined as the Dancing Queen,
Mamma Mia wasn't even seen.
Fernando was my Spanish escort
who spoke French to me by
asking, 'Voulez vous?"
I answered back with how do you do?
Abba sang away as the disco ball swayed,
barely hanging when it finally dropped
creating an SOS and Waterloo moment
as dancers dispersed with much torment.
Too much action in this dream,
how peaceful the day before you came,
just as I was waking up Money, Money, Money
fell from the ceiling on top of my honey.
Categories:
trouper, music,
Form: Rhyme
Happy New Year Soupers
(To my poetry soup family)
From: Tom Wright / AKA Miracle man
12-29-2019
I extend this challenge, to each fellow Souper,
cast fear aside, and continue being a trouper.
Praying for each one, both happiness and health,
and that each of your talents you see as wealth.
As 2019 concludes let each reflect and review,
making 20-20 a year, to repent or renew.
Categories:
trouper, fear, god, happiness, health,
Form: Rhyme
Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.
Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with Magellanic clouds, marvelous outlander of earth.
Slender fingers wrapped around the seraphic twine.
Daughter of the heavens, from the day a trouper gave birth.
One...two...three, the excitement sounds, the air surfeits
about like maddening faerie dust. The open sky burns
with eccentric flame - crowd applauding like cherry bombs.
The darling of the sky, entices every cent she earns.
This rapturous virgin makes love to the dawn.
Her stupendous feat goes on and on, drawing
in oohs and ahhs...the climax as her knees
hang vaingloriously from the seat, outlawing
the silver and gold wings that flutter about
outside the circus tent, as this beauty shines
upside-down like an albinotic bat, frenetically
stirring the breeze… waving from the vines.
7/29/2019
Categories:
trouper, beauty, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
He's downstairs in his cage
chirping like a real trouper
canary ramblings,
upstaged
by no other pet,
he's mine.
Categories:
trouper, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
R-eal trouper never yields
E-asily amidst adversity;
X-factor is the true faith,
Y-es, the trust in the Almighty.
P-ool and river of tears
A-re not in her eyes;
I-n spite of all heartaches,
N-ever she falls but rise.
A-ugust twentieth Sunday,
G-iving up cannot take her;
A-nytime you can see the heart of the real trouper.
Categories:
trouper, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Off to Nashville you went
So your songs could be heard
The competition was tough
Often without a kind word
But you held to your gun
Because you had something to say
And that was something to be proud of
And reflect on day-by-day
You believed in yourself
You knew you were right
You were a resolute trouper
You gave it your best fight
Now that many years have passed
And memories wane
If you had it to do over,
Would you do it all again?
Categories:
trouper, lost,
Form: Light Verse
A RACE TO DE-BONE FISH:
Filet
Relay
A CONVENT FOR SHELL FISH:
Oyster
Cloister
A MEMBER OF THE UNDER SEA MAFIA:
Mobster
Lobster
A PROMISCUOUS SHRIMP:
Trampy
Scampi
A MUSICAL RED SNAPPER:
Snapper
Rapper
A COMPASSIONATE FISH:
Caring
Herring
A LAW ENFORCEMENT FISH:
Grouper
Trouper
2/2/13
Entered in Brian Strand's All Yours Contest
Categories:
trouper, funny, sea,
Form: Footle
When my spirit was fogged in gloom
After i impacted concrete; like a lead balloon
It lifted my strength as I started to write
Of a beautiful girls toy; on its maiden flight
Intended for a contest by souper trouper P D
But I wrote it wrong in "form" if you look you'll see...)
Yet on its immersion in "the soup" I felt satisfied
It seemed to numb the pain; i had been feeling inside
Its not winning or losing while on "the soup"
Though neither string bean; or minestrone (i feel) in "the loop"
There are many places to spend a while,
But the "draw" for me is "the soups" unique flavor & style
It has content..) that's peaceful, stimulating; its fine"
Yet words versus" its essence is exercising my mind,
Let its writers and their themes be the answer to why
I extol "the soups" virtue; that's my definitely my very best try.!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2012
in support of Carol Browns what you love about "the soup"
amended 19 02 2012.
Categories:
trouper, friendship,
Form: Couplet
‘I’m ready for my close up’
Said Grouper Dorcas Rose
‘Just let me sign these autographs
And then I’ll strike a pose’
‘I’d hate to disappoint my fans,’
Said Trouper Dorcas Rose.
‘For Fans with Fins are fickle,
And they irritate ones nose.’
‘We Groupers are gregarious
Of that there is no doubt,
but shoals of fans just aggregate
can you Airbrush them out?’
‘Ones stuck you see in this melee,’
Said Super Dorcas Rose.
‘So you just film and I’ll just swim,
We’ll play it as it flows.
Categories:
trouper, funny
Form: Rhyme
‘I’m ready for my close up’
Said Grouper Dorcas Rose
‘Just let me sign these autographs
And then I’ll strike a pose’
‘I’d hate to disappoint my fans,’
Said Trouper Dorcas Rose.
‘For Fans with Fins are fickle,
And they irritate ones nose.’
‘We Groupers are gregarious
Of that there is no doubt,
but shoals of fans just aggregate
can you Airbrush them out?’
‘Ones stuck you see in this melee,’
Said Super Dorcas Rose.
‘So you just film and I’ll just swim,
We’ll play it as it flows.
Categories:
trouper, funny
Form: Rhyme
We all brought nothing into this world,
Just our souls in tact
All of us had chosen are separate ways,
Get caught off guard in some purple haze,
Each gravitational pull had sought to bring each of us down,
Like a storm trouper that was lost in the sand
You can't take it with you when you die !
A soft yet solemn solace of a reply,
To hush a song of a nice little tune of a sweet song,
It won't be long till we can all sing a happy tune,
Whether it's in May or even late in June,
Did your mother just tell you to go clean your room ?
Still these are desolate time yet our nation as a whole has created ill but faded rhymes,
For casualties that are all too atrocious ?
We can buy and even sell yet you can't take it with you when you die,
May I leave you with one last soft reply,
You can't take it with you cause God must have the final say !
Categories:
trouper, hope, religion,
Form: Light Verse