2,000 years ago
a Sage I know
wrote this about ‘change:’
Try out something new
you’ll start a war
with those who prefer things
~ the way they were ‘before’
We try to do some local things
Whenever we’re away,
Although we’re clearly tourists
On a short and jam-packed stay.
So we signed up for a cooking class
And watched a chef prepare
Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines,
Some Cajun-Creole fare.
It all was most delicious
And Chef Austin was the best.
We left there more than satisfied
And happily impressed.
Not needing any dinner,
We checked out some local jazz,
Where Tom Hook, a piano player,
Entertained us with pizzazz.
It’s wonderful to have a chance
To try out something new
As a little break before you’re back
To what you always do.
A leprechaun who was afraid
To take part in today’s big parade
Found a good place to hide
But once he was inside
Quickly saw the mistake he had made.
For instead of a pub to appease,
With some corned beef and Guinness to please,
It became very plain
He’d be eating lo mein
Since the place he was in was Chinese.
Still, the waiters went out of their way
To make sure that this unplanned delay
Was as good as could be
So, along with his tea
Was a cookie to brighten his day.
When he opened the fortune, he read,
“Though you’re Irish, we’re glad you were led
To try out our cuisine;
Now it’s back to the green
For great riches for you lie ahead!”
I practice with long, difficult, trials of
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Try out for a team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fail,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fail,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
rain,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
snow,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
hurt,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
pain,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
make the team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
teammates score,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
I shoot,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
make it,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
score doesn't count.
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
teammates mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
shoot, no one sees,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
coach mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
no one passes me the ball,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
family mad,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Loss,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Disappointment,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Fear,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Anxiety,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Heartbreak,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
Kicked off team,
Dribble Dribble Shoot,
No one wants me anymore.
Dribble Dribble.
Before we play, let's preamble with the entree,
Enjoy the soft shoe shuffle, before the souffle.
Dancing tipsy, on tippy-toes, to belay and delay the mainstay.
It's a wily whisper of words, a teaser to savor in foreplay.
To amble and gamble, to begin with the starters on show,
Unscrambles the egg, but won’t scramble the glow.
For it's only a tongue-tip foretaste, a wink to what's next.
A fling ding unfettered, a sinew stretch, before things get complex.
It's like players who tune their strings, before starting to play.
It's like scene-setters setting the stage for ballet.
It's a warm-up, a rehearsal, a try-out, to get things right.
Before the curtains call up, ready to go on opening night.
To try out a new poem form.
To give more than to receive.
To make calls to the lonely.
To envision peace, not unrest.
To forgive and to forget.
To joyfully encourage others.
To take a needed news vacation.
To really be attentive with my pet.
To honor and embrace my past.
To welcome the future with joy.
To enjoy all my earthly days fully.
To welcome and embrace any and all tests.
To one day, go in peace, to my final rest!
9/4/2024
Poem 2
@ Panagiota Romios
Let's fly to Vienna
When can we go?
There's chalets, there's music
There's museums, there's snow
A painter was born there
He painted, The Kiss
I'll demonstrate on you
Something like this
Come forward towards me
Let us embrace
Tilt your head left
Then I'll kiss your face
Left hand on my right hand
My left 'round your neck
The kiss you'll receive
Will be more than a peck
The passion he captured
Is the goal I have too
If you'll let me try out
The kiss now on you
And when I'm all finished
I won't disagree
If you want to give back
The kiss then to me
An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs.
hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces,
the concreted waste lands.
We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra,
not Ohio where parent’s try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the coming
and going of baby Jesus; de-ice puffer jackets.
Gloom is plowed behind snow dunes.
The red-tails roam in loose federations,
their young, mob-handed and loutish,
the mature work alone,
scything through small birds,
the weakened and walking.
The hawks wing-dance proclaiming their time,
a time of frost-bitten electric barricades,
of bobble hats and mittens,
while unseen, a wind-rattled thorny brier,
recites its litany of seasonal prayers.
Eve's
Nightdrop
Due Package
Signs trampoline
Starry try-out leaves
Haunting 'due
Open
Wound
Once upon a Halloween
I was a little black cat
Since then I have also been
A witch and the Cat in the Hat
One time I was Lily Munster
And then a witch again
I was also once Bart Simpson
Another witch, and then
A wizard and a zombie, too
The following year, a fairy
And, just to try out something new
More witches, sweet and scary
Dressed in purple, and in orange
And even once in silver
And, like a squeaky door hinge
A laugh to make you shiver
It may not be the best you’ve seen
This costume both cliche and kitsch
But when all else fails on Halloween
You can’t go wrong with being a witch!
From the time I joined the site
Really lovely poets have helped me
I have learned so many new forms
Even tried writing a few haiku poems
Never ever dreamed I’d be a writer
Doubted people would like my style
So many different forms to try out
How much joy writing has given me
I’ve even met some other soup poets
Poetry soup has changed my life!
Chances she had to be disruptive,
Like others try out The Abortive
And like them unleash The Eruptive,
But she chose to be The Supportive:
For the legs that hop a bit a prop,
To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop".
Soup I thank for proving me active
On matters hyping not The Native.
Tower she does with clean objective,
Her actions shaming The Subjective!
What a lovely meeting in Soup Hall
For slacking verses an overhaul;
Great ideas rolling like football,
Before Doubting Thomas I stand tall!
Cold cobalt skies unfold their lanky limbs
The sovereign land awakes in zealous time
Where low mesquites abide the feral winds
Defiant blooms the lupine in its prime
Rainbugs dot the earth in velvet red
Ant lions quietly lurk in lethal lairs
Dirt daubers cast organ pipes overhead
Mockingbirds merrily try out their airs
Scissor-tailed flycatchers' semaphores flash
Silent songbirds seem incited to sing
The wispy wraith of Winter whispers past
And harbingers heady heralds of Spring
Petrichor, the smell of rain on dry ground!
Bluebonnets, the sweetest sight to be found!
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” ~ Delia Owens
When I was born, I clung to my mother,
A little light green being,
God made me so unlike any other,
I flap flutter unmoving,
Thousands of my brothers and sisters live
With me and my mom, all green,
Dancing and swaying with the breeze active,
We rustle, bustle umpteen,
During Autumn, my colour becomes red,
And I know my end is near,
Away from mom's clasp, I will soon be dead,
There's only one thing to cheer,
Now I can go where the wind wishes me,
I will try out my new wings,
All my life passed by, content on a tree,
Now I can explore few things,
Happy, I soar, away from my mom's shade,
Journeying on a new quest,
Fly and glide over the grass and the glade,
Floating, I find final rest.
2nd January 2023
if only i could have just pulled it up it may have worked
it didnt quite happen that way but we hope it wpould
did it work did it try out was it hired on fire termnate
if only we knew and if i may say poetry will stay won't go away
it's hear to say:
on sight under
beneath
it wont be heard
sad on the way
a whole bunch of fun
i go i come
it had no way of knowing
that the heard
was fenced
sad alone knowing
cope with pain
having fun
having a good time
a time line that of
Smiley Burnette
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