Turn One Poems | Examples

- Miss Friday - Weekend Humor -

    Miss Friday, 
    is desperate to avoid being forgotten
    She is a caring and kindhearted woman
    If someone asks her age,
    she will answer with a lie (of course)
    It is not a crime to tell white lies
    To turn one feather into five hens is to exaggerate
    - a trifle into a big deal
    Never pluck feathers

    We all feel that the weekend is too short
    time flies as a arrow
    She will enrich your day with humor
    never doubt that it will please you
    There will be no performance
    Dance your way, let worries fade away
    Life will be boring without her ...
    admit it

What kind of world could we have

If we embraced caring, what a world we could have
Empathy would ooze forth from every Mom and Dad
The golden rule would be apparent on every corner of town
Six would run to help when an old lady has fallen down.

We would know our neighbors, their names, and stories too
People would be upbeat, and excited, no one would be blue
Doctors would stop prescribing medicine, for there would be no need.
Until our bodies turn one hundred and we had truly gone to seed

Murders, rapes, and home invasions would be thing of the past.
Caring is the new sheriff in town, and we all hope it will last.
If we embraced caring, on one would go homeless or hungry.
If we embraced caring, what a kind world this could be!

I Hear the Boots of Krystallnacht

   I hear the boots of Krystallnacht 
   marching in our streets
     Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
     Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…

   I hear the glass of Krystallnacht
   clinking 'neath their cleats
     Dirty Jews… Jew pigs
     Free Palestine… Intifada lives

   I see 'our leaders’ cower
   turning backsides to the fray
     like Harvard's President, Claudine Gay
     POTUS Biden asked a question, walks away  

   I see my fellow Jews betray our cause 
   shouting, 'Intifada Revolution'... 'No More Genocide'...
     seeming not to understand 
     disunited, we perish by suicide... 

   Have we forgotten, do we not recall
   His covenantal promise we'd never fall
     One place to turn, one Name to call
       ~ God of Israel, save us all

The Damned

I never asked to be born,
so these sins leave me torn,
between living and dying.
I'm laughing, but begin crying,
because I've lost all affection
for my mirror's reflection.

You think... I'm just a psychopath,
as you don't understand my wrath.
Such judgement, leads me on a warpath,
as voices tell me to start a bloodbath!

These pills offer no remedy,
so my heart's not beating steadily.
so, I stab the world and let it bleed.
Hey death, increase your speed,
avenging angels have been freed,
and I'm not one who's gonna plead.

Damning demons provoke my mind,
to behave in ways that aren't kind.
Revenge will turn one blind,
when fate has been sealed and signed.
I can't leave retribution behind,
as forgiveness has been declined.

Destiny calls my name loudly,
Satan claims I've sinned madly,
hounds of hell devour me badly.
I'll give you my soul gladly,
keep on smiling sadly 
and accept my fate proudly..

Inside, Outside

You're inside, I'm outside
Come and stand with me
We'll look off to the mountains 
See the colors on the trees

It's cool now in the mornings
Summer's gone, I shrug
I have a nice warm blanket
But I need a snuggle bug

I'd love for you to be her
I wouldn't ask for much
Just a kiss or hug perhaps?
Or maybe your soft touch 

The invitation's open
I hope it comes to be
Before I turn one hundred five
And if it does, whoopeeeee!!

A Matter of Love

The old male lion awakes,
lifts his great head,
but it is midday and so he sleeps yet more.

Come the night his lionesses will hunt
while the king fends off
other male pretenders to his throne.

The female lions perhaps wonder,
(as they stalk and leap),
how soon will the old lion weaken and die,
how soon will the pride have
a new and stronger leader?

At this point some may wonder
what to do with the notion of love?

The night is long, blood -hungers
hunt a passionate intimacy,
and few escape that kind of love.

Love itself is kept for the cubs
that in turn one day
may drive away their mothers.

Nigerian Police Station

Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki
And it became reason to meet khaki,
Very clean but most offices tacky:
A cop could turn one into a lackey!
 
I know The Police is for the Nation
But I shan’t again a Police Station;
A world plainly paramilitary,
Safer, not better than Solitary,
In every station, obvious gyration;
Canteens that could serve one large ration, 
The environment is quite sanitary
But should not clinch The Best Commentary…

Where one runs into AK47,
There holders more than Forty Seven:
Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish;
A lot of money make but still languish…

No good guarantee of non-harassment,
A chesty cough attracts embarrassment:
A fat envelope and one reports a case;
A much fatter one to clean and face!

Some Names Annoy

I maintain some names badly annoy,
Whichever way one might them employ:
In just minutes turn one into flame
like hands and feet one's self esteem maim.

I never prayed for Dragon as name.
Charles had at me flung it as a game,
And for days I was not the same;
In the end venturous tongue to blame...

Already violent who was tame;
A vengeful impulse and what to claim:
Clear make it that I had lost prized fame
In image much worse than an old dame.

Men there are one dare not call a name
Or one might soon join The Lame:
With limps and hops back to where one came...

Such won't a good picture make nor frame.

That's the Tenderness of Soul

The soul has many facets.
It can feel empty, can feel whole,
Broken or mended...
That's the tenderness of soul.

When a heart bleeds for another,
When hateful deeds turn one cold,
When love compels kind actions...
That's the tenderness of soul.

When attachments form,
When compassion takes the leading role,
When the bonds of love grow stronger...
That's the tenderness of soul.

When one feels tired and weary,
When poor health takes its toll,
When one begs the purpose of their fight...
That's the tenderness of soul.

When nature makes a spirit soar,
When a sense of humour finds things drole,
When two hands join and fit just right...
That's the tenderness of soul.

Tenderness is vital.
It's a quality of old.
Tenderness makes us human.
It will make ours an appealing soul.


Written 17th November 2021
For the  "Soul" contest.
Sponsor Robert James Liguori

Petrichor

I love petrichor
not just the metaphor
but also the sound
and shape similar to round

I love thunder
hidden there under
is the lightening
from elevated heightening

I love dark clouds
so fluffy but the pouts
covers whole blue sky
which soon about to cry

I love this stormy feeling
when winds becomes appealing
such thoughts are my dealing
insignificance existence healing

Amazing yet very simple
moody needy and nimble
dimmed dew so dizzy drops
resting above the resting crops

It takes me out of my ego sphere
built by daily life of fear
makes me realize how vast this nature
little self i’m but a little creature

And the huge difference still manages
empowering me turn one force for damages
the faster the harsher this rain wrecks
it renders my self into transparent specks

And in the next moment i turn
become little droplets to return
vibrating back to the nature’s glow
i’m scent of sky above and earth below

Shall We Dance

Shall we dance once more?

One more turn upon the dance floor
 a spin, a twirl, an embrace, heart beats soar
unfurled;
 twisting, turning, gliding in a waltz curled
 shutting out the hectic paced world
until
 only you and me are entwined
 in that final thrill we find.

A slow step, fluid beauty along the floor explored
  sentimental bodies with memory touch familiar chord
enamored 
 in that final mesmerizing trance
  we, the duet in that final dance
solitary note
 before the band goes home in applause
 as the dream awakens from its pause.

Just one more melancholic vision
 that lives in our life's complete decisions
shall we
 dance the dance of the immortal and the young
 when you and I held dear the songs unsung
hold on
 one last turn, one last dance together
 let this memory live on forever.

Quarrel of Man

What meanest thou? Why doest thou rage oh man. 

How hath thee imagined an evil thing against thine brother.

For now the nations are heard, a tulmut as waves roaring.

Mankind shalt weep for the loss of his sovereign glory.

Kingdoms shall fall to break asunder the pangs of conscienceness and cords of fellowship.

Can'st thou explain? If thou canst answer me. 

Why doest thou continue and thusly allow 

suspicion, prejudice , and narrow-mindedness. 

Why must thou hate and raileth upon thine brother and turn one man against another 

creating this endless quarrel of man.

Lest thou learnst to forgive and seek each thy brothers higher good then shalt the ancient 

pulse of hatred continue to grow until the nations of the world explode.

Whilst thou understand oh man?  Mankind hath but one redemptive plan to love one another 

as was God's command.

Magdalene's Garden

But turn one compass point in your heart
and so to the palpitations of love
cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron
lay root imperceptible of ages
such foundation resolute

To her tender hands of Akashik birth
centuries in her echo the voice
which conscience alone shall bare the witness of
for all and all for love
its repose on sacrificial

The garden of Magdalene attended
each tear in joyous and sorrow watered
lay the roots of imperceptible ages
the seed she carried 
of truth un-withered in its blossoming

In her heart such a thorned crown
and in psalm her proclamation abounds
these messages of love
by the blood of Akashik
waters baptisms would rejoice in all of us

And so branded the harlot by the patriarch
the miserable chemical dissatisfied
for centuries trampled in disregard 
the mother of
the children of God.

Envious Hearts

Envious hearts would never be lovers of truth and justice but devotees to falsehood and injustice!*







(c)  Demetrios Trifiatis
          04 June 2016


* Today I received a soup mail from someone who never visits me, accusing me of supporting someone who harasses ladies and gentlemen alike! 
I would never commit injustice against anyone! I only comment on the poem written ignoring why the poem is written. 
Sometimes poems are fictitious.  It is impossible to know what is in the mind of the writer since there are no names of the supposed victim! I DECLARE THAT NEVER SUPPORTED OR WILL I SUPPORT ANY INJUSTICE and would like to let this person know that I am a free man and an honest one! It is better for the author of that soup mail not to try to turn one person against the other. Here we are not to divide people but to unite them! At least I AM DOING IT IN PRACTICE.
God bless him who sent me the message and may he sees the light and stop creating groups to fight one against the other so as for him to reign! I also ask all our soupers to work in harmony for we suppose to be poets inspired by God and since GOD IS LOVE let us LOVE ONE ANOTHER!

One Year Old Njeri

Today I turn one on poetrysoup 
Today I want to say thank you
ASANTI 
To all my friends here on soup
I remember the first poem I posted
I wasn't sure about being on a poetry website
Uncomfortable,  trust issues, new, lack of knowledge,.....you know all those things that come in play when you are in a new environment 
Plus am a little slow when it comes to technology


Written few weeks prior to joining psoup
It was a poem dedicated to all my friends
They all received it
They all loved it

Thank you for the love
Thank you for the support
Thank you for the embrace
Thank you for the advice

Wherever I go,
This will always be my home 

*Sometimes I visit, I don't always log in but I read from afar and the new energy,  the new posts, the new creations always leave a smile on me. I still read, it seems I never leave comments anymore.....'cos of so many reasons that I myself can't even understand....please don't judge, maybe it's just a phase in my writing journey as I continue to discover myself. I have mad love and great memories of the great poets i've met here*

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