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CRITICS



Wrote a poem in the sand, Wonder how it fares if left alone, Will it bear on its own merits Or juxtapose by meddling hands, Meantime, sun dries it again, Wind shifts it broad and thin, Indelible puddles left by rain, Sand critters pop out and in, A boy and his ball rolls along, With a long sigh, looks on down, Builds a sand castle then leaves, Ebb tide gone, flood tide flows cleanly, I returned, stood and discern, Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie. (Like this, like that, that is life.) 14th line English translated from French 05/08/2019 05/09/2019 *POTD* PoetrySoup: Poem Of The Day ***NOTE: I extend my appreciation to all soupers for choosing 'CRITICS' as your 1st most FAVE poem, My Heartfelt Aloha, indeed!

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SUICIDE RIPOSTE


In midst of evading sounds and shadows Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning Whilst in the fullness, a youth bud still grows Yet heard less, seen less, and not be wanting. Death be heard, death be seen, what does it mean The dearly departed, was it so dear Having lived those years till age of nineteen And suicide caused the family smear. A precious life gone, was it worth the price For whilst that soul lived and was being ignored Gladly chooses a way, self-sacrifice A soul leaves behind a life as pictured. In midst of evading sounds and shadows Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning. Date: 06/24/2019 ***NOTE: I extend my appreciation to all soupers for choosing 'SUICIDE RIPOSTE' as your 2nd most FAVE poem, My Heartfelt Aloha, indeed!

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TARRY TOGETHER

Good morning, here's a book of photographs,
It has all the pictures, all you can see,
Families coming, they bring telegraphs,
Remember this one, it is just of me,
So long ago when I was only three,
Here's you, sitting under that old oak tree.

Taken at our grandparents home, your folks,
Here's you and grandpa, both on the tractors,
I remember grandpa sharing his jokes,
Then he reads the bible, quote some chapters,
In the morning we have tea and crackers,
Pictures, memories, that's all that matters, 

Grandma used lots of egg yolks when kneading,
Cocoa, coffee and grandma's yellow bread,
At night you would check if we were sleeping,
Then you wake me up and I fix my bed,
Then we have breakfast before school instead,
Now we'll recite to you what we all said,

"We cannot thank you enough, love you ma!"
We're all here now, please wake from your coma.


Date: 05/09/2019

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THE WHITE DOE AND THE RIVER OF LIFE

Comes a white doe, quaint sight, a wandering,
Murmurs, her head swerves about, hesitates,
A snow owl offering sky, pondering,
Nimbles green herbs with care, then elevates,

Hooves paves a path, my blue being surges clear,
Alert nose take air, head bent back, above,
Unaware, her head drops, tickles my sphere,
Cast her spot of me, blanched soul feel her shove,

Tempt, I tide my being, yet pursuit was keen,
The full breadth of her, trots to my chilled beat,
She alights her weight to level her being,
Trots to shore, genteel flow, dares to repeat,

Perchance another day of challenging,
Comes a white doe, quaint sight, a wandering.

Original May 12, 2019

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EQUIVOCAL EUPHORIA



A bird song heralds
a halcyon morn, espies--
wiles of a keen hawk. Date: 05/20/2019

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BRIDGES WE MAKE IN LIFE

I joined a bridge club,
To get some action, I leap
Off next week Tuesday. (RE: Golden Gate Bridge; some years ago, the San Francisco Assembly had entered a bill to either, build a costly huge ugly net that would be beneath the bridge's full breadth, or save tax payers monies, by building a simple diving board for those bent on suicide)

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TRUE BLUE MUSIC LOVERS

Eyes squeezed, ears held shut, When the Koto is plucked, and Kimono girl shrieks in league, After much sake, The Zither is fined tuned, and The Soprano is well dressed. Date: 04/29/2019

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DAVID, POET OF PSALMS

Ah!
These
stars, for
they all seem
to wedge the whole
nighttide tract of our perpetual sphere's vaulted ceiling, that
lingers on their ambiguous tethered strings, consumed
by a grand dark expanse beyond where imagination
lays their vast secrets, and inspirations dares a
peek, while aspirant souls ventures a quest to
scope a noble claim, and bestowed a fame but,
beware for a twinkle will cause one to blink, for 'twas
an alternate reality, one that is earthbound perchance be a
different sort of star
'twas saved, dates
from past, a gift
be his name
David,
EL

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STORM'S SMILES

Do not be afraid

Of the storm, for when you see,

Lightning in the sky,

Turn your head up and smile, so

That Heaven takes your picture.

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NEVER A DULL MOMENT

The eyes attempt to deny the angel,
It hides beneath thy lampshade of shame,
It coils the eyelids who fight when able
Weak-skinned blanket to a sword of flame,

Vanity hath swayed thy own laziness,
Crippling the course that remisses peace,
Dull the senses that imparts craziness,
Forthwith, an angel's vigor unleash.

He stands, turns it out, an angel is gone,
Then sun's ten thousand swords, for now, 'tis dawn.

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