Poem Details | by
James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
funnywinter, winter,
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
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Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
funny
I’m sorry that I had to rob a bank
To buy your lavish aquarium tank
Starkist rejects share a cell
And Charlie’s begun to smell
Our debtors’ prison is bleak to be frank
If you can find a way to make my bail
Criminal activity I’ll curtail
I’ll acquiesce to your wish
Bid adieu to this foul fish
And worship you like you’re the Holy Grail
I’ll never mention the credit card fees
That swelled from your holiday shopping sprees
You’ll find I’m truly contrite
For snoring all through the night
And inadvertently cutting the cheese
Can you forgive me? I don’t deserve you
You’re the cream of the crop; I am just pooh
Thank you for pointing this out
Let’s put an end to this bout
To make reparations, I’ll ingest bamboo
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Poem Details | by
KP Nunez |
Categories:
children, humor, nonsense,
There’s this little girl who just picks on her nose
not only with fingers, but also her toes.
She could never be stopped;
picks and spins like a top
till fin’ly she finds it, she flicks and it goes.
Sylllable count: 11 / 11 / 6 / 6 /11
NOTE: To our beloved Soupers, thank you for being a good sport and bearing with our extreme nonsenseThe above pic is owned by the Wulfman, who issued us the challenge of coming up with a limerick based on the pic Please be assured that while I fully enjoyed rising to the challenge, this does not mean that I have abandoned the more sensible writesFor any concerns, please, may I direct you to his office Love, Kim:-)
Please check John Wulf, Tim Smith and Jan Allison's take on the theme:
1http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/sometimes_things_687533
2http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/result_687536
3http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/johns_little_girl_limy_687557
4http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/green_meany___for_tim_smith_and_john_wulf_687590
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Poem Details | by
Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
confusion, lifewords, me, world,
Slammed by
Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form
A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.
((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
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WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap
In a world full of slam and argument.
((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
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TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?
((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
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ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.
((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
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JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.
((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
friendship, fun, poetry, ,
A lovely Llama called Lin
Got her head stuck in a bin
She gave a shy yelp
We all dashed to help
And tended the cut on her chin
She’s got such a pretty white coat
It’s much softer than that of a goat
Her poetry is divine
How I wish it were mine
Then I’d be able to smile and gloat
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Lin the llama is grateful to have such kind friends
She'll send thank you notes when her chin mends
Not a dim llama ~ she can spell
And signs her name with "L.L."
Now she hosts parties for her friends on weekends
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
L.Lthe llama is pretty smart
And she has a very kind heart
People like her verses
And she never curses
Her poems are works of art
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Her "time" has been late for a llama
A dead rabbit hints she is a mama
With tears she orates
As her belly inflates
With so much mama llama drama!
WRITTEN BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
08-14-17
Lin the llama when its time for bed
wears red pyjamas so the song said
But that’s just a cute rumour.
(Lin's got a sense of humour)
she wears nothing but a smile instead!
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
L.L is pregnant! Ring it from the bell tower
We'll have a llama party for a baby shower
Decorations of pink and blue
Will you come? Oh please do
Congratulations, LinYou're llama of the hour
WRITTEN BY MARTI SUTHERLAND
Lin was tired from her extended girth
Soon it was time for her to give birth
She gave birth to cute twins
Now her trouble begins
Their sweet antics are sure to bring mirth
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
They both looked exactly the same
So cute but it still was a shame
When one made a mess
She had to confess
She wasn’t sure which one to blame
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
Lovely llama has been looking cool.
Since the pregnancy ruined her wool,
All her wool she's shaved off,
and should anyone scoff,
she'll say, "Llamas need follow no rule!"
WRITTEN BY ANDREA DIETRICH
Lin llama is a classic poet,
Writing rhymes is her forte, you bet,
She named one twin Ben,
Another was Ken,
Now she plans to add Glen to the set.
WRITTEN BY JO DANIEL
Oh Lin Llamas troubles now begins
having to cope with troublesome twins,
though she may cry and shout
love will be in no doubt
even when they're doing naughty things.
WRITTEN BY ROY PETTS
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08-15-17/
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Poem Details | by
Charles Henderson |
Categories:
on writing and words,
Excuse me please, pardon me, thank you ma’am.
Hold the door, turn the cheek, that’s who I am.
Facetiousness, so sad,
By any name is bad.
Hateful pretense is why I’m against slam.
Jul 17 2010 For Dane's "anti slam" contest
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Poem Details | by
Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
freedom, god, people,
Once upon a time Man asked God Free Will
For he thought that it would be such a thrill
God gave Man what he asked for
Then Man asked a little more:
Me, do as I please, Thee Lord, pay the bill!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 November 2015
*ATTENTION this poem was posted yesterday and received eight
comments and 73 visits, unfortunately my computer did it again and
deleted it, so I post it again!
These are my replies to the comments received:
11/19/2015 1:32:00 AM Your reply to a comment:
"Neither did I, my friend, M.M., however I wished to stress the fact that Man asks God to do everything for him but Man on the other hand is not willing to do as much for GodI know you are a very upright critic therefore your comment is a vote of confidence that I have succeeded without revering less our LORD! Thank you, Marugu Mo, for your visit and comment!! "
11/18/2015 6:31:00 PM Your reply to a comment:
"Yes, the ultimate price He paid for us, dear dianeThe question is: How grateful are we for His sacrifice? Thank you! "
11/18/2015 6:29:00 PM Your reply to a comment:
"My dearest brother, David, so gracious of you to visit and commentThank you very much!"
11/18/2015 6:28:00 PM Your reply to a comment:
"Kim, my dear, thank you so very much for your lovely visit and comment! Hugs!"
11/18/2015 6:27:00 PM Your reply to a comment:
"Yes, He did! Didn't he? But have we learned? Thank you dearest Alexis, for your delightful visit and comment!"
11/18/2015 6:26:00 PM Your reply to a comment:
"So pleased to visit me, pal! Thank you for your commentYou are so right!"
11/18/2015 9:34:00 AM Your reply to a comment:
"Thank you dearest, Catie for your precious visit!"
11/18/2015 8:27:00 AM Your reply to a comment:
"Thank you, Silent One, for your comment."
11/18/2015 8:26:00 AM Your reply to a comment:
"Thank you so much, Broken WingsYou so kind!"
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Poem Details | by
Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
creation, culture, dark, environment,
Professor Gorey
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she grows her monocultural glory.
Grim Reaper
is not my heart's keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as permanent sleepers.
Professor Gorey
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us snorey?
Story can wake you up
if you drink them with half-full inducting cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking for potential cooperation
between what's contracting down whys expanding up.
What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats for playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become
with how we choose to be?
You've asked me well
so I must tell,
my deep gory fertile mystery
of permaculture ecosystemic history
is what makes our regenerating health
co-evolve so cooperatively swell,
overcoming cognitive-affective bicameral-dissonance hell.
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Poem Details | by
Shannon Deane |
Categories:
people
Excitement bubbles throughout the air
Delighted to see so many there
A chance to meet three
Passionate like me
Welcoming sweethearts who believe that's rare
Inspired by three individuals who have welcomed me to Poetry Soup with open arms,
love and support, thank-you for everything.
Shannon Deane, James Fraser, Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P.Sand HGarvey Daniel
Esquire respectively
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Poem Details | by
FATHIMA DAWOOD |
Categories:
children, thank you, life,
What sweet relief it is to see
How very well life can be
With water and power and all things Good
I thank you God for making life so smooth
All by your very own decree!
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Poem Details | by
Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories:
funny,
He claimed it was made of fine virgin wool!
I exclaimed, "Really! Wow! You sure? No Bull?"
I care not re the sex life of a sheep.
I bought it because it was mighty cheap.
Thank you Little Bo Peep for three bags full!
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
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Poem Details | by
JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories:
happiness, people, life,
If you're like me and love charity
past Sunday nights were a sight to see,
It was Oprah's Big Give
and as long as I live,
I've not seen so many folks set free.
Some were freed from debt they could not pay
some got transport to go on their way,
Others had dreams come true
and I enjoyed them too,
This was an awesome show I must say.
A sick man got his mortgage paid off
before the "Big Give" his life was tough,
But he's happy today
with his kids he could play,
No more worries for he had enough.
Many more people were also blessed
as they were saved from a life of stress,
So I thank you Oprah
for starting this shower,
Now we'll all give whether more or less.
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Poem Details | by
John E WordSlinger |
Categories:
funny
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
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Poem Details | by
John E WordSlinger |
Categories:
on writing and words
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
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Poem Details | by
Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
moving on,
"No Money Found"
I woke to feeling ill so I called out sick
The frig was bare with nothing but a fish stick
Looking to my purse for cash
I knew I had no stash
To the bank I go with nothing but lipstick
Once at the bank I heard this loud rushing sound
The bank being robbed we were told "hit the ground"
With my life placed in my bag
this turned to be a snag
The doors closed and I still had no money found
SkyWatcher - 05-13-17
This is a true story Several years back I woke up feeling ill so I called out sick I truly had nothing in the refrigerator or in the cabinets So I went to get my purse thinking I would go to the nearest convenience store to get some juice and crackers You guessed it My purse was bare I didn't even have one dollar on me So the next thought was to go to the bank and withdraw twenty dollars Well that point was mute I was literally in the bank less than one moment making out a withdrawal slip when I heard and felt this loud rushing noise It was three robbers entering They told us "this is a robbery everyone on the floor" two robbers stayed in the lobby while the third jumped the counter to get money There were some words exchanged but no one was harmed They did however have guns When the robbers left the bank doors were immediately closed and locked and we patrons were held in the bank for an hour being questioned by the feds and bank representatives If that wasn't bad enough we were told we all had to go to the police station and fill out a report We were now detained for another two hours It was draining and exhausting Also believe it or not when all was done I still had no money on me and still felt sick I guess that taught me..(lol) Further to add to this story Several years later I was in the same bank doing my banking and I heard a teller and a patron talking of this story of the bank robbery and that the robbers were finally caught I chimed in to say did I hear you correctly They said yes The teller said do you know of the robbery or the robbers "Know the story" I said I was there when it happened The teller was surprised and wanted to know more Funny.. Well you guessed it again, that was the last time I called out sick(lol) This is all true including the robbers finally getting caught Thank you
Note to Anne-Marie Coreggia Thank you Anne-Marie for pushing me and challenging me to attempt another Limerick I hope this was ok and acceptable I'll keep trying.
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
weather,
They're predicting the warmest winter on record
El Ninjo is the reason, oh thank you dear Lord
Will wear shorts all winter
But must protect my mister
The price of an implant I really can't afford
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
Amber Bloom |
Categories:
thank you,
Oh Look, Oh see!
What is here for me?
Not a letter, not a package.
But a comment, I can see!
Oh sweet, how nice!
I have to read it twice.
What a wonderful little comment,
Only a few words do suffice
Thank you, thank all.
I do hope you hear my call.
Thank you for your dear, kind words,
That make me feel ten feet tall
P.SThis is just a small token of my appreciation for everyone who has read, rated, and commented on my poetryThank you all so much-A.B
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Blocks View of His Feet
Trump not only is total loss but also complete;
Speaks same words several times and will repeat;
Ignorant sign off;
Retarded slightly above,
And big belly does block view of his both feet.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC 28422
4385 cdd Pick Pocket Preacher
Thursday August 3, 2017
Volume 18 Number 155
Today's Author: Pastor Bill
Christian Cross Ministries Participant TSfrom Republic, Missouri contributed financially in support of today's cddThank you - PTL! pb
Scripture: Leviticus 19:13
"You shall not cheat your neighbor, nor rob him" NKJV
A Note of interest from Pastor Bill
Our expansion of Cross planting throughout the world has been a wonderful blessingBut along with expansion comes challengesPastor Cosmas from Nairobi, Kenya traveled for us to the Congo planting 2 crosses and experienced major spiritual oppositionHis journey took 3 times longer than planned and spiritual opposition was stiffBut the Lord prevailedTwo Crosses were planted in the Congo "Declaring God's Glory." Upon his return Pastor Cosmas found that his pictures were corruptedJust another example of the opposition from our enemyThe pictures you will see for this Cross were sent during construction and are not the best qualityBut as always "To God Be all the Glory." Please continue to pray for the 90 Crosses --- we are just beginning --- our entire team needs your prayerpb Cross Giving Click Here
Hello, my name is Uwbikiye Jean Pierre with the Church of God, Goma, CongoI was born in a family of eight childrenWe were five boys and three girlsMy father died while I was still young, I am the sixth in our familySo, we were left with my mother, life was difficult and challengingI felt strangled by poverty so I ran away from home when I was fifteen and became a street boyOn the street, I was introduced to drugs, unclean living and stealingThis became my way of life for five years
When I was twenty a preacher came to my home town of Goma with a Christian CrusadeThe street gangs were excitedA large crowd was just what we needed to get drug money by picking pocketsWe all gathered at the crusade and dispersed among the peopleBut for me this day would be differentThis day I heard what the preacher was sayingHe talked of the love of God and he said that love verses hate is a choiceMy life was full of anger, bitterness and hateI had never experienced love in my life
For the first time, I was very attentive to every word the preacher saidIt was as though he was talking only to me amid all the peopleI knew I was there to pick pockets but I couldn't do itThe more I heard the more love filled me until I was overflowingThe preacher reached the end of his talk and asked, "Does anyone want to live this kind of love with Jesus Christ? If so come forward." I rushed forward and gave my life to Jesus.
Local pastors from all over the city were invited to the meetingWe were asked to find a pastor near where we livedI didn't know any of the pastors so I asked around and found one from my local Church of GodIt was close by and I became committed to it.
At first it was not easy for me because my friends tried to pull me back to the street with drugs and stealingBut I was determined not to let go of the love of Jesus
To make a long story short, my friends started calling me the church rat --- meaning the church was everything to me and became my homeI started carrying instruments to different parts of city for crusades, I was helping and participating in every church activity that came alongThe Pastor taught me the skill of carpentry --- he really took me under his wing while mentoring me.
Time came I had to go back to my mother's houseI had to share the love of Jesus with her and my family and ask for forgivenessI walked in a changed man and the entire family received me and joined in loving JesusI met my wife and we were marriedWe started this church two years ago and Jesus has been faithful each step along the way
Thank you, Pastor Bill and Pastor Cosmas, for this CrossIt is so necessary to show our people how much Jesus loved us that He died for us on the Cross.
You can see a picture of Pastor Jean Pierre (on the right) and Pastor Cosmas with this Cross
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Poem Details | by
Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories:
christian, devotion, faith, god,
Angry, Anger Prayer
Lord Eternal God
I had an argument so we exchange some angry words
I did not like itI know it is a sin I’m sorry I was bitter
Please help me be calm, and cheerful
I thank you for Your understanding.
Written 6272018
Poetry Form: Limerick (5 lines poem)
Copyright © Jacqueline RMendoza
ternal God
forgive me for my anger
excessive emotion of the mind
excited against any person
thing
it is an excessive desire for revenge
Please give me the meekness
virtue allied to temperance
restraining anger under offense
resentment under rebuke
I sincerely ask this in Father Christ's name
Thank You for Your understanding
Amen
Hail Mother Mary full of grace, the Lord Eternal God is with you, blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Father Christ
Holy Mother Mary, mother of our Lord Eternal God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
Glory be to the Eternal Father, the Eternal Son, the Eternal Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning is now and ever will be world without end, Amen1012017
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
happiness,
Clicking on all cylinders, must be the weather
Though wetter than usual, this summer's been better
For outdoor festivities
It curtails activities
Not as steamy, where do I send my thank you letter?
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Poem Details | by
ilene bauer |
Categories:
thanks,
My aunt, who is nobody’s fool,
Has the attitude, slightly old-school,
That when giving a gift,
Though it gives her a lift,
Some acknowledgement should be the rule.
If a thank you is simply too hard,
Then her efforts seem, sadly, quite marred.
When next year rolls around
She will cover that ground
Sending nothing, except for a card.
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Poem Details | by
Larry Bradfield |
Categories:
humorous,
Donald Trump once asked for my advice
On whether he should wed more than twice.
I said,"If God smiles on ya,
You'll wed the sweet Melania.
And make your weddings an even thrice."
Well, he took my advice as you see,
And he never said thank you to me.
But all things considered still -
She looks good up on the hill,
And she can live in our house for free.
9/13/2017
For contest Name Dropper Limerick for Kevin Shaw
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Inviting To Exciting Party
The party seemed to be so exciting;
We wanted to thank you for inviting;
Invitation received;
Were relieved,
And together to go to were uniting.
Jim Horn
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