color, love, rainbow, romantic,
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna fly, shy away
Then, bright orange glowing memories
bring gentle, evergreen smiles
As time’s seasonal change sunset down on us
Being lifelong lovers, we got
amethyst purple hearts of courage
that beats with
ruby red rhythms of loving perseverance
Here at this humble, brownstone garden abode,
two pink carnations have budded and bloomed
Now looking at the graying of the skies,
we can see the rainbows in each other’s eyes
Reflecting the soul spectrum of our love
by Jenish Somadas |
black love, blue, color, death, green, red, yellow,
Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.
Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.
Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.
My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.
Third Place in STRAND PICK 8,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
by Nakym Sheffield |
cute love, for her, love,
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die
My Japanese Butterfly
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly
by Bonchance Longfall |
animal, bird, environment, happiness, love, nature, song,
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.
Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing
by Patricia Garcia- Howard-Bramble |
When you sing the world is at peace
Your words are passionate
Your songs are sweet
A gift from heaven
A token from God
A voice like an angel sent from above
Filling our soul with unconditional love
The world is no longer asleep
Great angel of love sent from above.
by maggie huffman |
Onion Top Lollypop, Pickleberry Pie,
Weaselade and Red Canary
baked with a sigh.
Purple Meat Taco Treat,
Toe jam on a roll;
these are things you'd like to eat
if you were a troll.
Salad made of peanut shells,
toenail chips and chrome.
These are things you'd love to chew
if you were a gnome.
And what do hungry goblins want
when tummies growl for food?
Turkey beaks and
WHO ARE NOT
by Jeremy Street |
angel, baby, love,
She was gazing into the distance as her, cat whom had ate his canary ?
Father Merrin, lying gray and cold about, departed's floor: epic's, revival...
Hysteria stiking it's note she held no cloak while Damien, grasped her throat.
by Glenn McCrary |
life, autumn, universe,
A contortionist achieves climax
Her ******** saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her ******** cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance
by John Beam |
allusion, animal, hero, love, song, , Lullaby,
chants a lullaby an invisible death chokes song less canary 12/11/2016
by V P Mahur |
imagery, love, lust, passion,
My dear, dearer, dearest love
Just give me a loveful bowl
To revive my thirsty soul
And lift my feel high above
I will fly with your love wings
Into the infinity of heavens
Defeating all hateful demons
To the world where canary sings
From your rosy juicy lips
I will seek some drops of life
To kick away my inner strife
Owing to your immortal drips
by Satish Verma |
Dusting a rose
dissecting a heart. There was wilder-
ness in the woods.
I cannot touch you
O, wood sage
you were so ephemeral.
Your hands were
knitting a bright wound in the air.
Where was the moon ?
Not a kiss,
the prodigal sun
wants a death wish of a canary.
The snow on the
eyes. I wished I had
met you earlier.
by Margaret Okubo |
The caged canary
love songs trapped within its heart
Dreams of freedom lost.
by A.E. Rivenbark |
emotions, love hurts,
Wide eyes beguiled by pursed lips and strings
Temptation crouches low as a tiger
Hunting coy glances and diamond rings
Tiger now an ox who plots beside her
Promises of riches, fame, and love
Sing like a fairy, little gold canary
The wolf now disguised as a sheepskin glove
Once gentle, he acts to the contrary
And they'll dance as snakes in courtship
smother and crush their ribs and wants
Blame the rat for sinking their warship
Spell out expectations in different fonts
by pipping stars |
welding rod bucket
mental love puppets
parrots flopping down
last canary got shoved
feathers sucking flames
watching wingtips dancing on fires remains
by Sallam Yassin |
life, love, women,
Give the Woman,
Her feeling of safe
She will bloom
She will shine
Like orchards of Canary
Seeded in me the life
Inspiration of her
She handed me life
Inherited with blood
The love of her
Woman picked her passion
Her pride for me
And she wrapped a bouquet of love
Resolution of her
She gave me
Hope and faith
And I became
And she became
A mirror for me in life
And she drapes over me her grace
Of heaven to me
The Woman with all
She handed me a rose
And I became a poet
by laura Hew |
And swishing tail
With your need for speed
Your love for adventure
See that twinkle
Hidden in a paper bag
Cat that swallowed the canary
Curiosity killed the cat
Brought him back
by Curtis Moorman |
AND THEN IT HAPPENED finale
Fast forward to March 17th --- She emerged from the room dressed in a stunning emerald green outfit. In her hand she was holding a beautifully wrapped box. As she gracefully slithered toward me, I suddenly was shocked and surprised at the not so small group of people following in her wake. They too were wearing various styles of emerald green outfits and looking somewhat like the cat that swallowed the canary.
And then it happened . . . . They all began to sing --- Happy Birthday to you . . . .
Yes, I will celebrate my 75th birthday on St. Patrick's Day. What a sneaky way to solicit birthday wishes from all my friends at Soup. I love you all!!
by Venetia Crasta |
If I were a bird to be
Which one would I choose, let me see
Should I be a high flying eagle
My ambition drawing upwards the lowly people
Else I could be a silky white dove
Wandering in search of the elusive love
I’d rather be a colourful parakeet
And wish good morning to all I would meet
A bright yellow canary
Would sing to the lost one, a sweet lovely melody
If I were to choose a proud peacock
My feathers I would spread in dance and to the jungle tune rock
A mocking bird would complete the feat
And mimick the world to its own beat
But I would never ever want to be a greedy raven
Whose black feathers speak of a dishonest haven.
by Marty King |
yellow canary speaks
her's is the only clear truth
we humans can learn
welsh corgi plays
his is the main contentment
we humans can learn
two elks warm
their's are the source of survival
we humans can learn
black cat cuts back flips
there lies the truest humor
we humans can learn
twins open their eyes
God's Rays of Inspiration
we humans must learn
by Barbara Gorelick |
He who loves has been given no choice.
Why that person, why that moment,
Why lightening on a cloudless day?
Control lost in a moment, a word.
Love conquers like an unseen invasion.
A voice that must be heard and
skin that must be touched, a smile
that must be sought to ease the very
act of living.
Denial is a lake of empty words.
Struggle and the bonds grow tighter.
Distance an agony barely tolerated,
Defiance as sad as the caged canary.
For those who are loved in return
Surely the planets have aligned.
But for the one who loves alone
It seems only time will give relief
But the bruise will last forever.
by olusegun Arowolo |
first love, nature,
As leaves fall from the almond tree,
My mind wonders to the past .
As I think of my diamond-my sweet damsel,
Her eyes-something to behold,
Her mellifluous voice send cold shivers down my spine.
Blissful memories make me feel connected,
Even if we are far apart,
We are near and distance is a deceiver,
Our souls are glued and body thoroughly inter-mingled
Celestial bodies joined the mundane race,
As the clouds shine and sun showers,
to moisten and illuminates this little biome
Which many admire and desire .
Contest:Fine tune this collaboration sponsored by Line Gauthier .
by Marion Smith |
introspection, sweet, sweet,
Stars that brighten the sky above
Hearts to symbolize everlasting love
Leaves that clothe the many trees
Tears to express sorrow and glee
Bees and the sweet honey they make
Salt and pepper to enhance the bake
Lightening strikes the thunder rolls
Sand to line the shore to stroll
Prickly thorns on a beautiful rose
Rainbows after the storm to close
Babies skin so kissably soft
Hammer and nails to build our loft
A canary and her sweet song to sing
Colorful flowers to bring on spring
All these wonders are meant to be
As I feel are you and me.
by jan oskar hansen |
absence, adventure, confidence, courage, cousin,
Mattress and roses
A great day in Cascais sunlit and moderately cold.
We are changing a mattress the new one was easy to handle
But the old was too heavy we need someone with
Arm muscles like Hercules and he was healthy.
I was thinking of getting a canary bird, let it fly around,
outside it would be killed by wild birds.
Resolved, the lair, angry disputes that were sealed with love.
Objectified as burrow were children didn’t enter.
Someone, homeless can sleep on it before it rains.
Eventually, the old mattress will end up in a landfilling-
by Mike Bayles |
allegory, character, friendship love, love, magic, nature,
10 Poems That Define M
Both Sides of the Mirror
surface action hides deeper love
i give my friend a Valentine and share a poem
Sparrows Outside the Door
i talk to my friend in passing
My Life Depends on Writing
lines stir, my heart beats
Canary in the Mine
fragile moments of life in song
River of Dreams
all my life comes back to me
i embrace a soft awakening
Ghosts among the Hills
i look at opaque light in the sky
Wild and Precious PH
i walk along a river of sublime
affections in gentle winds