Snowbound Mounts
The memories of friends, we shared our childhood and youth with, are never lost on us! This is about the most memorable time in life - our childhood and youth, and friends - our companions! Many happy returns of Christmas and New Year, my fellow poets!!!
Oh Christmas Tree
Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to all, Cheers and much love…Jesse ’When you’ve got an a** like the North Star, wise men are going to follow it.’ ~ Ron Burgundy the Legend ~
Listen to good advice
In the land of angels, Demons come out to play. Whispering hidden tresures and clues, Dont believe every word they say! Be prepared and open your eyes, Mocking your faith and intelligence, Nothing seems to go as you
The fascinating timeless Art of Womans Body.
There is no art more beautifull and perfect than the Womans Body and when you have the art imbedded in your feelings and in your hands, you just know it.
Own Cooper Said
Jerry Clower was a great southern comic who lived from 9-28-1926 to 8-24-1998. He told many funny stories, but also lessons on life and other social issues.
Flowers in the sky
For all of our loved ones in heaven sending flowers from the sky
What is love?
Love is respect Love is protection Love is when I deserve less But you are near me, Love is when we go on same road Love is when u care me when I am sick Love is you and love is me.
Fields Of Fire.
Sometimes someone can take your imagination to another place, mine was taken to Gods' fields of fire. Hope you enjoy.
Turkey
Turkey, Tom Turkey displayed on the table come all and eat me if your able Come and taste my breast of tender white and enjoy my meal with delight Fest on my wings, legs and thighs and later we will shop for the Christmas buys
By Loves' Starlight Stream - A Triple Poem.
The starlight stream, such a peaceful dream. Well, that Is enough for my guest appearance me thinks. Hope you enjoy.
Cold Season of Thanks
Just feeling the chill of weather which makes us feel a little below par but for many its is a time of families and making merry, to them I wish all the very best.
Thoughts of you
Though we be far apart.. My love for you will never Die I mount up my strength And breathe deep Hoping Trusting Praying That one day We'll be as one.
This Old House
The picture is the Porter Thomsen House in Omaha NE where we raised our daughters. On Thanksgiving Day I was remembering the past and wanted to write it down and send it out to the universe through prose with love.
The Temple
amor vincit omnia....
A Precious Gift
Happy Holidays J
Kleenex Klues
Another box of Kleenex; another silly poem; sneezing coming easy; home alone. Like an empty liquor bottle tossed on the side of the road, no one wants you when you have a cold. Like an uneven sidewalk challenging your every step; my onl
Lies
They deserve each other He's now all alone she's getting married .she strung him along as he did me !kinda funny !. What goes around comes around !
Two Sunday Poems!
Happy Double Sunday!
Be strong
It was written to a friend sometime back...just thought of sharing.
KITTY HEAVEN
LIFE IS SO CRUEL! WHY DID MY LOVE HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT ME?
Thoughts on Ferguson
The cop who shot Michael Brown resigned because he thought it would calm the violence that has erupted out of this tragedy. He still hasn't been brought to trial. Seems cops can kill anyone they want because it's really about the state mattering more than the people.
Thoughts
I am a romantic A dreamer of thoughts always hope for the best and cheer for the rest I look to the future but cherish the past I strive to be better each day that I live and hope I remember to give Never let me forget
Victims
life is not all sweetness. I was outraged when a friend told me about a terrible thing that happened to her family. She has descended into the pits of depression as a result.
The Old Used Bookstore
I wrote this for a friend and wanted to share it with you today! Thanks,John, you are incredibly inspiring in more ways than one my friend!! "Salaam ya habiby!"
The Magnolia Tree
The state tree and flower of my state of Mississippi....
Fast Away
Fast away when time was gold When daybreak a new story to be told When life was pure and my mind was clear And thses words had I not heard anyone say But now say I And almost cry Fast Away Fast away when steps I took When tomorrow came a
Choice of life!
I did my choice, when one of my Son's was still a child, I grow into it, and so did my Son too and the beauty of the Flower of it, I felt in last Sunday, even I start to cry, as my Son call me from Russia and told, that the Stem-cells he has invent, originally taken from the blood,has clearly start to grow in the two first patients who where operated one month ago for Spinalcord damages and injected with these Stem-cells. Their legs and foots has start to move and the lover part of their Bodies can feel the touch again and they both feel how their life is coming back. My cry was a cry of happiness, knowing that all these people in Wheelchairs has now the possibility to get their Life back.
Grief,Lonely and Hope.
The process I think most of us has expereience in our life and I am not an exception!
Options Are Few
Time is passing options are few Boredom is due To take over Where did I fail How can I prevail Wish I had an angel leaning on my shoulder Whether it's rain or shine Does it matter if I'm up or I recline Options are few boredom is due to t
He Cometh!
Tales from the dark side! Do you believe in Ghosts?
I feel like my Grief is silent--2014
One month ago my sister in law Pat passed away by a over dose of pills,
Not A Poem
My book " Visions in Poetry " is now available. It includes several favourites of poets here like "African Skies" "Forgotten" and "Romany Gypsy". It is available from any of the five regional libraries or the British national library and all good boo
Santa --- A Limerick
not seeing much Christmas Spirit yet here On Poetry Soup it abounds. Come on folks let it rip lol
Challenge
Write me poems about Christmas can be about past ones children's christmas story santa or anything related to this time of year let's get some and humour going for this special time of year example Jack Frost Jack Frost laid his hand
The Knight's sword
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
the wall
To hide behind The wall of brick Dis jointed they lay Decayed loose to Touch To pick and scrap Between the layers Of decay Loose the bricks now are Dangerous and loose Old the wall becomes Indanger to fall Scattered the bricks
Poema de amor #2
Gracias por leer!
TRINI CHRISTMAS ( Shadow's Challenge)
Well I tried to give a picture of trini Christmas...lol and still feels like I left much out.... A P.S Thanks to Socrates..... "In Trinidad, traditional parang music is largely performed around Christmas time, when singers and instrumentalists (collectively known as the parranderos) travel from house to house in the community, often joined by friends and neighbours family etc. using whatever instruments are to hand. Popular parang instruments include the cuatro (a small, four-string guitar) and maracas (locally known as chac-chacs). Other instruments often used are violin, guitar, claves (locally known as toc-toc), box bass (an indigenous instrument), tambourine, mandolin, bandol, caja (a percussive box instrument), and marimbola (an Afro-Venezuelan instrument). In exchange for the entertainment, parranderos are traditionally given food and drink: pastelle, sorrel, rum and "Ponche Crema" (a form of alcoholic eggnog)." Black cake - the main ingredients are fruits (such as raisins and sultanas) that have been soaked in cherry wine, sherry and Caribbean rum for several months before Christmas. Additional rum is poured over the cake after it has been baked. It can even make one "drunk" if eaten in large amounts.
"VAMPIRIC ESSENCE" 11/3/2011
This song was actually my fourth attempt to write songs about vampires... this one will be on an album called "THE ESSENCE OF THE WAKING EVIL... its a fairly descent, & written album in the dark sense of the word. Its not one of my favorite albums i wrote, but a lot of them are truely powerful. even the works of mine that i feel needed more work are still good. hope u like this one. and this is tbe 2nd vampire song i posted here... tbe other one is called "BORN INTO DARKNESS" Its on a.completely different album... c ya... Bobby
King of Christmas * Shadow's Challenge *
A very short poem in response to Linda's challenge.
Alone
Alone she roams can't bare to go home
A Christmas Snow------monorhyme
A Christmas Snow The soft snow flakes fall gently coating the land, which to white is turning. Trees brushed white stand gleaming as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting. A hush settles as people start stirring emotions high, children in