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The Birds Begin

Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.

There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.

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No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

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A Time of Bliss

A Time of Bliss

Love’s a mystery to everyone falling under its magical spell,
And it would be natural to think we all know it so very well.
But with emotions ripe and afire in this special time of bliss,
It’s easy for those so smitten not to sense something amiss. 

Love’s a most potent alchemy enchanting at once one’s soul,
And when it’s returned in kind it makes one’s life quite whole.
The pure passion that love excites is beyond all earthly compare,
Which makes it an emotive force not subject to any trifled dare.

Love’s a time of bliss when a couple’s very love melds them as one,
And affairs of the heart shape their fate as two souls form as one.
This is the moment when lovers rejoice in such unbridled pleasure,
When each knows they’ve found a love so rare for eternity to treasure.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – February 1, 2015
(Rhymed Quatrain)

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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.

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Memory Wreath

Each year before Christmases of the past
   Past visitors came to trim my holiday tree
Tree with ornaments homemade to last
   Lasting, unique gifts of their artistry

Artistry now shown in a wreath on my door
   Door filled with treasures I was blessed to receive
Received gifts from those who are with us no more
   More reminders that love in my heart will never leave

*For Dr. Ram's "Wreath" Contest. (Eight-line quatrain/rhyme using the last word of each line as the first word of the next line.)  Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Little Stones

My window sill is laden with little stones
Of no particular color, shape or size
Given to me as if they were diamonds
By his little hand, my own special prize

Each one had its small story to tell
A recital of just when and where it was found
Washed and polished with loving care
Oh the stories, they went round and round

Small things make up the embroidery of life
The  joys that carry us through our days
Like a collage of colored stones on the sill
A small thing, precious in its own way….

For Anthony's contest....

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

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Summer Nights

The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust

Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?

My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie

It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow

Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend

*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest

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No ripple of breeze could be half as gentle than those tiny feet, as they lightly tread through the open meadow of poppies blooming while morning sunlight lay gold on her head

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Fireside Conversation

Unravel your ego
sit down for a spell
Let the cool green glass
of deception dispel
Wind all your hair 
'round the wheel and dissolve
Tell me your story
and we'll be involved
You will be captain
and I your first mate
in the skies of forgiveness
pop bubbles of hate
We'll write out our names
with invisible ink
and laugh 'till we hadn't 
a thought left to think
Sipping hot cocoa
'round fires of trust
we'll bandage depression
with cider and rust
and blow concentration
'till wishes ensue
and glisten in glass 
like reflections of you

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The Worry Dolls

There is a tiny box of dolls
On the shelf by my bed
Each doll is for one worry that
May swirl inside my head

The box was given to me by
A friend, whom I adore
It started me to wondering
Just what is Worry for?

Does it serve any function as 
I purpose through each day?
Will it relieve my deepest pain
Or guide me on my way?

Can it lesson my misery 
Would it minimize strife?
And, will it add one single hour
To the end of my life?

The answer to my question is
Of course, "NO", it cannot!
So, Worry has no place in me
No victory it's wrought

The dolls-- I'll keep them anyhow
And use them differently
I'm sure my good friend wouldn't mind
A new idea, you see:

I'll pluck each miniature doll
From its box every night
And thank the Lord for giving me
A more eternal sight

Yes, with each petite figure I
Shall count one blessing too
And pray before I sleep that He'll
Make anxious hearts like new!

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‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…

*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

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Lovers Utopia

Magical crescent moon
Shining on the path below
Lighting the way for lovers
Together as they stroll

Exploring the enchantment
Of the animals and the trees
Finding their own Utopia
Beneath natures canopy

Together they may hear
A love birds sweet melody
As the crickets and a bullfrog
Seem to join in harmony

Sparkling stars and dewdrops
Fireflies dance about merrily
As winds song within the leaves
Plays a lovers symphony

The smell of jasmine in the air
Rose and chamomile so sweet
With just a soft hint of patchouli
A lovers perfume as they meet

The mystery and excitement
Passionate kisses, perfect date
These two lovers souls connect 
In this mesmerizing place 

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Sailing These Seas

Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough.
The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink.
My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do.
The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think.

Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down.
The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay.
My worries are at the back of my head.
I’ll save them for another day.

Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something!
My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared.
Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious?
Even the leader sometimes gets scared.

Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact.
Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live.
They saved me when I needed them.
I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give.

*side note*

To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it.

The first verse pretty much says
"I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do."

Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy."

Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it."

Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."

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Too Much Nasty Poetry

I don't like nasty limericks.
I don't like vulgar words.
I'd rather write of better things, 
like maybe watching birds.

So many poets feel the need
to write such graphic things.
The art of poetry to me
is making words that sing.

It's easy to be nasty.
It takes no brain at all.
But I can't keep from wondering
where you get the gall.

My poems may not be 'genius'.
I'm sure they don't compare
to many other writer's work
but mine, I like to share.

No matter if you're ninety
or if you're only nine
you needn't feel ashamed to click
on poetry that's mine.

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

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Cliches Debunked

To 'ride on somebody's coat tails' Is the most dangerous thing you can do 'Keep a stiff upper lip' is another cliché Mine's not stiff, how about you? 'One good turn deserves another' Turns my stomach if you must ask 'There's no fool like an old fool' I'm quite offended by the last 'Sticks and stones will break my bones' Can break someone's heart as well So if somebody up and says this to you Tell them to go straight to hell 'A penny for your thoughts' is yet another That's pretty damn cheap I'd say A dollar would certainly be more in line With the times we live in today 'A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' Who made up this silly old verse A bird in the hand is quite messy I'd say Poop on your fingers or worse So I've come to the obvious conclusion Concerning the debunking of clichés Refuse to use 'em coz people abuse 'em You'll wind up much happier I say © Jack Ellison 2013

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Red Yellow Purple Or Blue

If you had a choice Which would you choose Red or yellow Or purple or blue Your choice indicates Happy or sad Do you wake up each day Feeling good or bad Do as I do When I first open my eyes Say to myself Today is a prize The smell of the dew On the new mown grass The sun shining brightly The shadows it casts A wonderful feeling The fresh morning air The world's your oyster A life without care This is the way Life's meant to be lived Forget all your troubles The headaches they give You'll find there are days Much harder than some Keep your eye on the prize Till the sadness is done Tomorrow's are bright And shiny, full of hope Laugh at the world Tell yourself a good joke It's worked for me For many long years It'll work for you Just shoo way your fears If you had a choice Which would you choose Red or yellow Or purple or blue © Jack Ellison 2013

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Pink Bundled


We’re welcoming our newest,
a little girl has come has come.
She’s sweeter than a melon
or a ripe and juicy plum

You’ll find her by her mommy’s side,
in pink from head to toe.
When she has rested just a bit 
she’ll be ready for her show.

She has a lot of long black hair.
This is a great surprise.
The wisdom of the ages
is showing in her eyes.

The world must seem so strange to her.
She’s handling it with aplomb.
She’s stolen all our hearts away,
a beauty like her mom. 

She is less than one day old,
and as I meet her gaze,
I wonder what it would be like
to have no yesterdays.

No sorrows and no sad regrets
and no what might have beens,
only her name upon the page
as her new life begins.

For Royal's "Pink Joy" contest

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If I say I love you,
What does it mean?
Is it just something physical,
A sexual thing?

Is it just what I feel,
When I feel my blood surge,
When you reach out and touch me,
A physical urge?

That can't be love,
It's just chemistry.
It cannot be based,
On biology.

For sure we all know,
That's the way it begins,
But if that's all there is,
Then soon it will end.

When the newness wears off,
And things become old,
Then boredom sets in,
And the lamb leaves the fold,

In search of new pastures,
And new, sweeter grass,
So listen and learn,
Be ye lad or a lass.

Love is a deep,
And emotional thing,
That grows over time,
Not just a short fling.

It's something so precious,
Something so rare,
Most find it but once,
So shop with great care.

You'll kiss many frogs,
'Fore you find a prince,
It's an old saying, yes,
But it makes lots of sense.

Don't jump at the first one,
That may come along.
They'll woo you and lose you,
With an old but sweet song.

Set your sights higher,
For it's a sure bet,
One values the most,
What is hardest to get.

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Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball

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A Hearts Path

Do you ever stop to wonder
as you go on about your life
why when people try just to be normal
you see dreams put to the knife

when you walk down the road
that you have chosen as your way
and you see the beaten path
as you walk it day by day

Do you ever look out from the path
and think it so unfair
that you often can glimpse beauty
and only wish that you were there

When the sight can take your breath away
do you smile,  hope and pray
only to sadly drop your head 
as the path once more turns away

Why fall prey to the hopelessness
and pain of dreams unwrought
why live a life filled with what ifs
when for those dreams you could have fought

The next time you catch a glimpse
of a place you want to see
tear your feet free from the path
and go where your heart wants you to be

So don't follow the path
but to your heart be true
to be alive is one thing
but to live is something new

So don't try to be normal
if your special let it show
let others be gently guided
by your hearts contented glow

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You Bet Your Sweet Bippy

Happiness comes in many forms Remember the thrill of your first born How could you have known at the time The challenge of keeping things in line Sometimes seemed too much to bare Many obstacles, more than your share Finally you make it all the way through Hard to replace that joy you knew Now life's taken on a whole new look Your zest for living's like an open book A positive attitude goes a long long way To help you through the darkest of days Don't let gremlins get under my skin Tell them. “Get lost, I won't give in!” It can seem like the Himalayas at times Stop and think, is it worth the climb? You bet your sweet bippy it is, my friend There's nothing more rewarding in the end Than a life all filled with laughter and joy Just like Christmas and brand new toy Happiness comes in many forms Try making “happy” your everyday norm Life's done and over way to soon Live it to the fullest, sing happy tunes! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Te Amo

I love the way you look at me
I see right into you eyes
You don’t see me like some others do
With their rumors and their lies

I find it hard to believe
That anyone could ever love me
The way you care proves me wrong
Your kiss makes it easy to see

Without you
Where would I be?
What would life be like
If you weren’t there to hold me?

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Source of Light

Worlds apart, yet so very close
As two hearts can beat as one
The sun shines upon us both
Then evening moon does come
We share a place we call our own
When the moon then sheds its light
We meet there, in shadow cast
As day turns into night

You wait for me in lover’s robe
As I come into view
The smile that you give to me
I then give back to you
With your hand, you take my own
You lead me to your tree
Beneath the arms, its mighty limbs
We share love, you and me

Betwixt by nighttime’s hidden glow
Our hearts then shine, form light
Caressing skin, with lips so soft
We bathe in our delight
As the moon, so then descends
To the other side of the earth
We whisper into each other’s ears
A thanks for our rebirth

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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.

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Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...

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One of Zeus’s daughters
has been whispering in my ear,
so quietly and soft
she must be very near.

Her unexpected presence
to leave a word or clever phrase,
is genuinely welcome
because for them, I get the praise!

People tell me that I’m good
and I smile contentedly,
waiting for the muse again
and the words she’ll leave for me.

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Freedom's Price

it became a nightmare above all else,
enriched with cinders of an ashen dream.
the power of freedom asks a heavy price: 
our intelligence is not all it may seem...

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A Lullaby Rising - A Poem About Me

I am
a lullaby, my heart
carries the melody and the
rest of me arms

Are the
wings which give balance to my ears hear the music
of the hands beat

of the rain and my feet
tap, glide and let me twirl, head high,
watch me bend like limbs on

A spruce
tree, so nose delights
at frangrant eyes
wee wonders of creation

My song,
a lullaby, my heart
carries the melody and the
rest of me sings...always!

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Life Unexpected

I sat quietly weeping 
My womb forever sleeping
No baby ever to grow there in.
Doctor says that I am barren.

Years go by I try to cope.
Lovers leave there is no hope.
Strange these flutters in my belly.
Sick so sick, everything is so smelly.

Flutters turn to kicks and wiggles.
Labor pains, and I have the giggles.
Husband standing by my side.
Now four children are my pride.

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Who They Are

His innocence lies in the very unknowing
Of what is the truth as he just keeps on growing
He questions the birds in the sky up above
He warms us with laughter and endows us with love
Every question from him is so serious, yet
I have to laugh, from the look that he gets
He’s often a handful, but with a heart that’s so wide
As he often states feelings that he just cannot hide

She is his sister; she’s a bit stronger and taller
Which makes him seem younger, just so much smaller
There in her heart, she, too, has her ways
Of giving us sunshine on the darkest of days
She’s dramatic and active, an athlete to boot
She’s the younger of my girls, who’s so very cute
She’s willful, demanding, but yet can be coy
She’s a blessing from above, an angel of joy

There, even older, another girl blessed us so
It’s been fun watching her age, fun watching her grow
She’s not yet an adult, but seems to just know it all
I hope in her assumptions, she never suffers a fall.
However, she my daughter and a real beauty at that
Who often asks us parents if her clothes make her fat
I guess it’s her age, but that’s the norm for these girls
I’ll love her like my baby girl, as she outgrows her curls

Then there’s the man, my oldest boy, he’s so wise
He grew up so fast, right before our very eyes
He’s sensitive and caring, so smart, gives respect
He’ll be quite the man, very successful I just bet
Though, he too, is a teen and subject to the pressure
He still does so much to which others don’t measure
He rounds off the family, he, my oldest boy
As all of them, together, bring just so much joy

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She Knows Me

Everything I ever want
Everything I do
She knows before I ever say
Because she loves me, too

All the wishes that I have
The many dreams I dare
She knows them all and smiles with me
Because she really cares

My imperfections are lost on her
As she sees within my soul
She knows me well, this friend of mine
She’s there and makes me whole

Sometimes I can feel incomplete
So converse with her, I will
She makes me feel the good feelings
Until I have my fill

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The Child in Me

Soda pop and gum drops
A river full, so sweet
To be that child I once was
All that candy, I would eat

Not worry about a cavity,
the dentist or my skin
Just concerned with getting more
And filling it within

A jawbreaker, some nonpareils
Bazookas and candy dots
Sour apples and baby ruths
Oh I love it all a lot

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If you see me stumbling
and you're watching me to see
if I'll fall or make it...
reach out your hand to me.

If you hear me crying
and you sense my misery,
offer me a helping hand
but please...don't cry for me.

If you know my weakness
and you fear my strength is low...
Stay with me untill I'm strong.
If you love me, let me know.

If you ever need me
just look and I'll be there.
You'll never have to wonder
just how much I care.

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No One Else

No other heart doth beat as yours
Nor, another breath’s as sweet
No other smile can melt a heart
Nor make one feel complete

No other touch can make me fly
Nor keep me grounded so
No other voice can tempt this man
Nor make these feelings flow

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Old Fashioned Christmas

The snow fell gently on a quiet street
Neighbors walked in without knocking
There was a feeling of joy in the air
As each child hung up their stocking

There was a coal fire in the heatrola
Which took a little while to start
O Come All Ye Faithful on the radio
And a warmth radiating from each heart

The kids all went to bed early
Couldn't sleep until early morn
Waiting for presents from Santa
And to celebrate the day Christ was born.

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Show the World

Hands to the sky, raise them higher than high
Let your smile tell the world of your delight
Clap if you will, let them hear you better still
Let your sounds of joy flourish day and night

As far as happiness goes, we will always know 
If you’re sharing well with us the way you feel
Let it all come out, beyond a shadow of a doubt
We will then know that your happiness is real

Don’t ever fake it…live it!

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Friendly Inspiration

Words of a friend greet me this morning
As a smile returns to a once barren face
They enliven my spirits, exciting me deep
What once was despair, my friend has erased

Alive in a feeling, where thoughts now permit
Come words through a voice, that echo within
I’ll write them all down, allowing my thoughts
To form into poems for you then again

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Tropical Dreams

There is an island somewhere
And a woman with deep dark eyes
While the Southern Cross is hanging
In the Caribbean's star filled skies

If I could find my way and return
To the way it was back then
Just to hold her in my arms
You know I'd do it all again

It was a tropical paradise
And the sun seemed to always shine
I can close my eyes and see the sand
And feel her body pressed close to mine

Those feelings haunt my dreams 
Though I know it isn't right
I still reach out to hold her 
In the middle of the night

Now my boat is in the harbor
Anchor's on the ocean floor
While I dream of days to come
When I set sail once more.

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Wanting Happiness

I remember those days not long ago
Where carefree moments cleared my mind
They were the days of happiness
Filled with love and much sunshine
A life that seems so long ago
As times like that are far behind
I hope to get them back one day
Let carefree moments ease my mind

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Take This

Oh, take with you, to your dreams
A little piece of me
For much of my happiness
Is when I am with thee

The dreams that we always share
The ones, where we’re in flight
Serve well to make me smile
When I’m alone and cold at night

The image of you in my arms
It warms me to the bone
When you hold me, I feel so loved
And feel like I’m at home

So, take with you, to your dreams
A little piece of me
It is my heart I have to give
And to you it’s always free

There is, just one thing, that I ask
To smile for me, oh please
For when you smile, show happiness
My mind is put at ease

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The Comedian

Filled up with quips like a clanking balloon
blown up with coins not with air
Clittering, clatter on golden paved streets
his winsome words, plenty to share
Brilliant performance, he's taking his bow
on a bed of burnt peacock feathers
The skycap he wears filled with holes and with tears
has protected him well from the weather
The crowd gangly gathers with popcorn and fruit
with the wish and the will just to laugh
He juggles emotions with unending devotion
and doubles his jokes up by half
By the end of the night the whole room is alight
with marshmallow bellies still shaking
From the butt of all jokes to a friend of all folks
he's a super star right in the making...

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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And try to be a lady,
But we all knew that in my heart,
I was a little shady.

There was a wild thing lurking there,
Just below the surface,
Aching just to be set free,
And have myself a circus.

Now I'm old and just don't care.
You get just what you see.
I'll dress the way I want to dress,
Be what I want to be.

I'll ride my horse, run with my dogs,
Climb hills and even trees.
If folks don't like the way I look,
Too bad, 'cause this is me.

("To thine own self be true.") ;)
(Your friends don't need any explanations and your enemies won't believe you anyhow.)

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The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.

Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.

We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.

The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.

He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.

He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot

He sat patiently waiting 
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.

The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.

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My First Car

I sat there in the drivers seat..
smelling that new car smell..
turning the key to my freedom,
I'm now an adult..can't you tell?

Imagining the wind rushing
through my already messy hair..
as I cruised down Route 66,
In my mind not a single care.

It seemed  possibilities were endless..
just how far and how fast to go.
Hearing wheels on the pavement,
for independence I'd struck a blow.

Tomorrow would be soon enough
to think about what I'd done..
A big hole in my meager savings,
and a monthly payments begun.

For Frank's contest...

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On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December

I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock

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A Warm Welcome to Aimee

I cried along with you when I heard on the phone
Your first cries as you made yourself known
With little fists flying and a voice to be heard
You let everyone know, you would not be deferred.

With angelic eyes and a cute little nose
You were pink and rosy, right down to your toes
Everyone cooing, laughing and yes a tear too
For the new life and blessing on your day of debut.

With a head full of hair the color of fawn
Born in the morning just before dawn
You visited awhile and then went out like a light
An angel needs rest to shine that bright.

So welcome Aimee Michelle, we’ve waited so long
To have you with us; to hear your life song
Never doubt for a moment how much you are loved
You are our blessing that God sent from above.

*To my son who lost a son last year but was blessed last night with a daughter.  I
couldn't be there due to illness so I only got to hear her first cries over the phone.

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If I Had My Way

The sea calls my name; to the call of waves I respond
For seven full days with no one I’ll correspond
My fishing gear packed, I board a cabin cruiser
To escape society, man’s worst abuser

The GPS set, I head fifty miles offshore
To a reef where city lights can’t be seen anymore
The sea would remain calm; hey, this is my story
And the galley’s pantry filled with inventory

Gull screeches and dolphin cackles, the only sounds
In each direction a blue horizon surrounds
Since the break of dawn, the grouper have been biting
Catching my dinner; nothing is more exciting

As the orange sun paints clouds pink before it sets
I commune with God and nature, have no regrets
Through the skylight above the cabin’s comfy bed
Venus, Mars and the Milky Way appear overhead

Reminders that I’m but a speck in God’s grand plan
Merely a traveler whose perceptions expand
A lifetime I’d want, but settle for just one week
To live upon the ocean and adventure seek  

* For Carol’s “A Week to Do as You Please” contest

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Music and Meditation

Written by John Moses Freeman

Music and Meditation

~A Mozart symphony to soothe one’s soul,
meditation’s friend is good music’s blend.
 ~Quiets minds considerably so I’m told,
good music and vacation is man's friend.

~Meditations and soothing music relates,
put on a good record, do yoga stance.
~Drives out bad manners, bad spirits vacate,
bad thoughts of one’s mind, like ants in the pants!

For and in honor of Dr Ram
And contest: Music and Meditation

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Christmas Time's Around the Bend

The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree, Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see, Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh. The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke, She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk. But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by, An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry. The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun. They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son! The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise, When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes. But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make, Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake. He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint, He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't. On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot. For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot". I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore; For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door. It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed. No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list, But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here. We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan. We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man. With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

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An idiom for you
An idiom for me
It’s just an expression,
a message, you see.

Silence is golden.
Trouble comes in three.
Each to his own taste.
The powers that be.

A rock and a hard place.
Bat out of Hell.
A pig in the poke.
The day will tell.

Pedal to the metal.
Pie in the sky.
Over the top.
Apple of my eye.

Pictures paint a thousand words.
They are dropping like flies.
Put your thinking cap on.
Pull the wool over his eyes

Now, I have shed
some knowledge here for all.
Go learn some more idioms and
have yourself a ball!

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A Forever Smile

No matter what you're going through
It only lasts a while
Only one thing lasts forever
That's your beautiful smile

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Flashlamp tracings trap and dazzle,
dancing in the twilight. Children scatter
through the meadow, flip-flops flapping,
eager beavers chasing dreams.

Fast the flow, the stream blinks
back a hint of moonlight,
and the torches' criss cross patterns
splatter 'til the beams converge.

Nets are plied, and mason jars
are dunked beneath the rippling surface, 
small fish wriggle in confinement,
kids' excitement and delight.

Safe and snug, imaginations 
settle as they say goodnight.

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others

Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All

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A Happy Old Bird

Hello you sweeties and you guys too Hope you all have a fantastic day It's the fervent wish I wish every day Us Soupers must stay close I say Support each other when we feel down We're all susceptible to this quirk Always look on the bright side of life Don't worry if it's only a smirk Gotta start somewhere, maybe a smirk Soon you'll be giggling away Greeting everyone with a cheery hello Wishing them a sunshiny day Attitude's the key, gotta think positive To get through our daily routine You guys help put a smile on my face When your names pop up on my screen Want you to know how much you mean I'd be lost without your kind words So a hug and a kiss to all you sweet peeps You make me a happy old bird © Jack Ellison 2014

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In Glee

When hearts are torn in sorrow
And days await weeks to borrow 
A scented Eurasian herb called yarrow
I stand afar in glee;

When blessings are so nearby in mass
And hedgehogs hop upon the green-grass
On a melody for a dancer trying a chasse
I stand afar in glee;

When love is the surname of every being
Shimmering sincerity and guaranteeing
Its rank in holiness and power of freeing 
I stand afar in glee! 

© Guru Jad 2013

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Wheels Rollin'

1 o'clock in the morning the alarm is loudly screamin'
I go wake up my brother who probably is still dreamin'
We jump in the car and the wheels start rollin'
Can't wait to pick up the papers and start strollin'

A smile planted on our face! The day is finally starting
The headlights shine bright! The animals are darting
Ah! Windows down breathing all the fresh air
My brother gathering papers with all of his care

Wheels steadily rollin down the road
Nothing is in sight, not even a toad!
Newspapers start soaring through the air!
Do I want this to end? No! I wouldn't dare

Starting to run out of papers as the sun is rising
Listening to the birds chirping is quite energizing!
I look over towards my brother to see if he is still awake 
Bless his heart! He has fallen to sleep, he really needed a break!

I throw the last paper and I began to yawn
The paper lands perfectly on that last lawn
Wheels rollin' as we head back to the beginning
Should this much fun be considered sinning?

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Sweet Christmas Wreath

A pretty Christmas wreath I’ve fashioned, and it’s very sweet;
Sweet like you, my special one, because it’s even more. . . 
More than just a wreath, it’s candy coated, made to eat!
Eat from it, my darling man. Don’t hang it on your door!

Your door does not require this wreath with chocolates replete;
replete with caramels, mints and gumdrops, too, placed on this ring.
This ring of homemade goodness to entice you, dear, I bring.
I bring it now, for next to you, there’s no one else as sweet!

Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Christmas Wreath" Contest

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I'll Even Give The Moon

No greater treasure have I found
you mean the world to me   
My life has changed forever more  
your love has set me free

There now is meaning to my life                         
a reason to believe                                        
Each day begins and ends with you   
my heart is on my sleeve

Oh Darling ask me what you will
a wedding gown in June?   
I’ll give you anything you want
I'll even give the moon

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Paris by Day

Meandering silently on this warm sunny day
Past the artists with easels perched.
Oil paints, scenery, still life, it all,
Taking it in, on the Rive Gauche.

The brush strokes capture the beauty
While life on the left bank goes on.
I wander past, hands in pockets,
Appreciating the beauty of Paris’ sun.

The nightlife in Paris is as they say;
Burlesque, lively, bon vivant.
But, Paris by day, walk face to the sun
Shows a side more intelligent than fun.

Appreciate the art, the culture, the joie de vivre.
It is here for all, the Louvre, Notre Dame, la Tour Eiffel.
Take with you your thoughts as you wander the city.
Leave, then, with more thoughts and culture as well.

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Hot Fudge Sundae


Must be the weather
I'm floating on air
Nothing to distress me
No worries no cares

Life's a big hoot
Fun stuff nonstop
A hot fudge sundae
With a cherry on top

Some may say
“Man, get real”
Here's what I tell 'em
It's all how you feel

About life and it's trials
They're only a test
So hang in there people
Show 'em your best

I'll sum this thing up
With this bit of advice
If you feel like chuckling
Never think twice

@Jack Ellison 2012

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Edward Blair Leighton: The Windmiller's Guest

How blessed are the green hills below
Upon which doleful eyes are cast
And the quiescent river flowing  by
Contented each day going pass 

She is barred from being in his company 
As she belongs to another
Yet, love is alive in her elaborate dreams
Where they are free of her brothers

In dreams they are riveted in discourse
Of love in hearts and all it brings 
The run down old windmill is their cozy home
Where white doves courting nest and sing

Soon, time draws nigh when she must wake
The thick, distant fog rolling fast
It hangs like gauze over the face of the sun
She is saddened her dream can't last

Her eyes flutter open, they fill with tears
In vivid recall there they stand        
Deeply conversing on the threadbare deck
His eyes reflecting love so grand 

Note:  For Isaiah's Edward Blair Leighton's Painting Contest-"The Wind miller's Guest"

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Win or Lose

In our complicated lives, some will win and all will die. Joy and pain, our common threads, laughter comes and tears we cry. At these crossroads, I have endured sorrow and pain through darkest days. Shadows smothered sleepless nights. My sunny skies turned shades of gray. I could suffer in self-pity, not forgive and hide my smile. I could act out the loser's role and let the darkness stay awhile. I choose to win and overcome, yet clouds sometimes blow in again. I just can't win, my heart cries out. Then my soul cries, yes you can. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for I Just Can't Win contest (Joe Flach)

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Perfect Gift

I picked out the perfect gift
I chose to give you a smile
A ten on the Rickter scale
It can travel many miles

I know when you receive it
You will pass it right along
Perhaps you will convert it
Into your own special song

Then before we all know it 
A sad world can sing with us
People may think we're crazy
Riding on the happy bus

Like the Partridge Family
We can travel to and fro
All flashing our pearly whites
Putting on a happy show

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Toaster Strudel Trochee

<                                       Toaster Strudel - Trochee

                                        I just crave toaster strudel
                                        Piping hot pastry
                                        Cool icing so can doodle
                                        Kellogg's bakery

                                        So get to popping me one 
                                        Time to used noodle
                                        Pop tarts boring just no fun
                                        Choose toaster strudel

Meter: 7/5/7/5 
Rhyme Scheme: a/b/c/b or a/b/a/b

The meter is trochee, which means alternating stressed and unstressed beats in each line, with each line beginning and ending in a stressed syllable. This is a simple lyrical type little poem, so rhymes will be basic, nothing fancy. The poem itself should give a description of something of interest to the poet and often the meter lends itself to humor, much as a limerick does. There is not a set number of these quatrain type stanzas, but a typical 7/5 Trochee would consist of two quatrains, with the second stanza serving to tie up the idea presented in the first stanza.

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And you all thought
that after reaching home,
I would jump in the shower so fast
and off to bed...I'd snooze to end my boredom?

On my lunch hour I take a light nap,
it's beneficial to your health the doctor confidently says;
and should I ever see a scary, black cat
running across my windshield...a nightmare surely begins.

Working hard in a warehouse
with people and forklifts in full swing,
I must be more alert than a mouse
being chased by a bunch of hungry cats drooling.

To sit at my desk and write a poem for a new contest:
is a challenging and rewarding experience for an obscure poet;
and while others sleep and their spirits float in mysterious dreams,
I reflect over the rhetoric language of what life seems. 

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Remember your very first movie? I surely remember mine Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs It was nineteen thirty-nine! Went to a matinee with my parents “Sit still!” my mother said Saw two movies and a funny cartoon Still dancing round in my head! I remember being really frightened By the sight of the wicked old Queen Soon as Dopey came bouncing along Happy times returned to the screen! The music's been here for all my life “Whistle While You Work” And “Someday My Prince Will Come” That's when my ears start to perk Sure don't make 'em like that anymore Now they're 3-D animated gems Amazing but I long for the simpler ones Sure wish I could live 'em again! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Wary of Snakes and Possums

Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -

One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.

A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.

ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan

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Class A Number One

Not every day is Class A Number One There are some that are not quite as good Like today for instance, started off fine Then people got misunderstood In desire to help, they do certain things That makes others feel inferior Can be unintentional without any malice Perception is what's going to linger Please fear not there is always a solution Treat everyone you know with respect It creates a much better understanding Sweet feelings of love it reflects Not every one's a Class A Number One day But most are usually above average Maybe it's me with my positive outlook That helps make the total package © Jack Ellison 2013

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Time does simply fly passing clouds on it's way Dark or fluffy white below them life has say Even the likes of I, who I met, where I went Sporadic, or for a reason, I to there was sent It's where I went that matters, and who I went to meet For me it was a she of beauty, I'm swept from my feet She, this dark haired wonderment, I soon to greet Four days beside my side, gracing ones cities streets These days of happening past, two years on passing clouds If I were to show my heart, inside this Scotsman proud For in it time can't change, or ever to tear it apart If I had to go back to our together again, I'd joyously restart <*>

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In Winter

Fine white powder dusts the landscape, fluffy
flakes flutter and fall, landing on our skin
now pinked by the freezing air, taking
delight in the beauty of the season.

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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word

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Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry,
just running through fields of ripe huckleberry,
keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees...
going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees.

More than childhood memories, such are these...
a reflection of youth that removes them from nostalgia; husky peasants
shaking off the husks from the golden corn;
a tasty, hot corn meal for those winter's dinners drooling on my tongue.

And approaching a torrent, I threw pebbles found on its almost barren banks
back into the spattering water that I drank sporadically until I was full,
to indulge in its freshness...squashing tiny daisies
that seemed too afraid to squabble with a giant and fight for their survival.  

The southern landscape with its mild climate, was rich and fragrant,
inviting hands to pluck the delicious, tempting fruits
off their branches, scattering the thrushes engaged in musical tones;
and I tongue-tied hurried along cogitating an instant.  

Would it be too childish to ask for a come-back,
to relive the cheerfulness of the oldest days, ceased by time and age;
to observe a reflection of youth take shape...
and embed, in a secret, a conversation regardless  of present knowledge? 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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A New Day is Born

Another evening disappears into the past My world still revolves, my life still a blast For tomorrow I'll awake and witness another dawn Not everyone gets a chance to see a new day born <*>

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A Christmas Tradition

So many traditions run deep in all of our families, And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering. At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee! When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring! We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree, And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above. We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free... Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love. High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls; Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights, Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all. They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows, When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story. We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls, While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory! ~*~
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions" 12/11 *Ist Place

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Happiness 101

Well here we are At the start of a brand new day The sun is shining, the boidies is singing What more is there to say! As I look outside Some dark clouds are on the way But don't you worry, I'll just sing a song To chase all those clouds away! My words are clear There is nothing more to say Blue skies up above, a feeling the love Yet another fun filled day! Guess this can get A bit over the top as they say But being happy can be a lot of fun Sadness will fly way! People always ask me How come I'm upbeat each day It really is quite simple dear friends Attitude's the answer I say! Well here we are At the start of a brand new day The sun is shining, the boidies is singing What more is there to say! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Autumn Spirit

Autumn parades in beauty brightened by foliage falling.
Dusk's golden cloak softens hearts and hillsides to muted amber.
The sage of summer cleaves to trees; winter spirits are calling
all, behold a spectrum of colors, drifting hues enamor.

Branches draped in bold sienna hang bare come November.
I shall pine for the splendor of vibrant sepia visions.
As romance wanes, the cardinals enchant from nested umber,
and geese in formation stun with southern flight of precision.

So come to my hearth and warm yourself by a blazing fire.
We shall sip apple cider spiced with clove and cinnamon.
Together under harvest moon, the falling night inspires
a connection; we are betrothed to autumn's eudaemon.

August 19, 2012

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Back To Lean And Mean

Getting back into the swing of it After a break from my daily routine Time to get serious once again On my way back to lean and mean No more snacking on cookies and cake Restaurants? Must stay away Back to salads and calorie wise eating Riding my bike every day At first the routine's a shock to the system Laid around most of the summer Time to get active and get the blood flowing Adonis is just round the corner Have you noticed lately people are more fit Or is it just my imagination We're all taking better care of ourselves Certainly a smarter generation Whatever the reason, it's sure a great sign Nothing but good can come of it A future filled with happy individuals A generation of the super fit © Jack Ellison 2013

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Jazz And Pizzazz

Some call me silly That may be the case But I don't have ulcers No lines on my face Dancing through life No worries no cares Live every moment With passion and flair Ain't no great mystery It's as simple as pie Trust in the future Trust in your “I” Keep moving forward With jazz and pizzazz Pay no attention To the razzamatazz So take this advice I'm offering my friend It don't take much effort Pays great dividends Some call me silly That's possibly true But happy as all get out How about you? © Jack Ellison 2013

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Keys to Bliss

Mind filled with dust
I could not see further
The sea breeze and the mist
Could charm me no more

My heart longs for my love
How could I hurt her?
Felt bitter, I lost hope
Will she leave me for ever?

Legs take me to the waves
I cannot believe my ears
I hear her voice, was so sweet
She was right back, so near

Tears filled our eyes
Wipe away the dust in my mind
Kiss her lips, tap her cheek
She hit me back, I do not mind

The door was locked
Seemed a while before
My keys to bliss back with me
I hold her in my arms forever.

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Dust in the Website

Cobwebs catching settling dust,
they save me much work.
Machinery showing rust, 
a colorful quirk.

It’s all a total must. 
It’s part of what is.
like a pie with a crust,
a soda with fizz.

One shouldn’t sweat the small stuff,
like a dust bunny under the bed,
or a golf ball in the rough.
They’re just cobwebs in one's head.

Cobwebs and Dust theme
written 3/21/2012
for Francine Robert's contest.

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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Something Like You

Something like a love song
Crossed my mind,
Sang to my soul,
Made my heart fly.

Something like a daydream
Drove me wild
Had me on cloud nine
Free like a child.

Something like a miracle
Hit me hard
Had me jumping and skipping.
I was touching the stars.

Something like a love story
Took my by surprise
Feeling like I won the lotto
Gave me butterflies.

Something like a love song
Played softly to my heart beat
Its all your fault
And I'm swept off my feet.

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A Happy Camper

Life's taken on a whole new meaning At this late stage on my trek If I never ever see another tomorrow It's complete as it'll ever get Much happier now than I've ever been There's joy in my heart everyday The world could end but my life's complete There isn't much more I can say A most fortunate soul if there ever was one Don't know if I deserve this much joy Not going to fight it, going with the flow Happy as a kid with a new toy This may sound a trifle over the top I'll admit I'm blabbering on But happiness has taken over my soul Each day from the break of dawn A happy camper am I © Jack Ellison 2013

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Bring Your Own Sunshine

Wherever you go, don't forget Bring your own sunshine along To brighten up the path you travel Singing a happiness song It's certainly possible, look at me Can't wipe this smile from my face Mona Lisa can't hold a candle to Jacko Brightening the darkest place Am I happy with my life so far Bet yer sweet bippie I am Was never much of a complainer ever Or a down-in-the-mouth type man So wherever you go, don't forget Give everyone your big high fives Never leave home without your sunshine You'll brighten up so many lives © Jack Ellison 2012

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From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;

past by my home in early morn
returning before night,
and such a smile she'd have for me
when first they came in sight;

as if she knew something that I
one day would come to know,
her eyes would sparkle secret things
that life one day would show;

the sun a blessing to her hair,
this Irish girl, I knew,
would come to be the only one
my life was leading to;

and when they stopped one day in need
I lent a helping hand,
not thinking father liked me, too,
nor that it might be planned;

and now I drive her jaunting car,
I have for quite a while,
and though she has her back to me,
I still can feel her smile.
BY © Ron Arbuthnot
aka ron wilson

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January dreams and mists of years past
bring me to this hammock where violins  waft ;
his fingers plucking games, those impish screams   
mist of years past and January dreams.

To listen to stars, I count God’s blessed gifts 
with fables stored from his frail heart’s warm drifts,
his hands swerving mine through fairy tale Mars
I count God’s blessed gifts to listen to stars.

This ashen raven with poisoned arrow
casts a woeful pierce upon his dear chest
drowning his speech and mocking joy’s haven
with poisoned arrow, this ashen raven.

Now I gaze at my Grandpa’s luminous sky
tracing his face as he watches over me
with a hum that our hammocks flame with grace;
my Grandpa’s luminous sky, here I gaze.

In my charmed  heart, violins’ strains I keep
dreams of wondrous rides prance in my sleep
so we shall never in this life be apart,
violin strains I keep in my charmed life.


© swap quatrain

Gail Doyle’s Remembering a Lost Love
7 June 2012

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My Happy Is Off The Chart

The sun is shining brightly On high and in my heart Can't think of any good reason Why my happy is off the chart Could it just be a fluctuation In my everyday ebb and flow Or am I about to inherit a fortune Perhaps fifty million or so That'd get my heart a-pumping Have to go lie down I fear Gotta survive to enjoy my luck At least for a few more years Maybe a trip to some exotic place Where girlies dress in grass skirts Swing and sway oh what a scene This stress I must try to avert Always been a real big sucker For members of the opposite sex They drive me wild, my eyes bug out I stutter and stammer, by heck How bout that, my fine feathered friends Survived another bout of girly-itis One day it's sure gonna get me good When it renders me totally speechless The sun is shining brightly On high and in my heart Know why I'm so pooping happy It's the joy you Soupers impart © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.

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```` `` `````` Captivating my senses, a floral banquet robed in gold- orange pinafores with curls, their faces upturned to greet new sunset trays of daffodils rouse fields in fragile twirls Untold splendor blushes of dainty youth luring me to pluck scented ruffles in a dish, but oh, daffodils in a dance whisper the truth "we're born free"; I bow and make a wish!

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A Wacky Sense Of Humour

How to define funny What makes us tickle Humour comes easy But sometimes it's fickle One person laughs Another just groans Depends on your senses You giggle or moan Some find humour In most things they see Depends on your outlook That's surely the key Go around moping With chin on the ground You sure won't be able To wipe off that frown You must laugh at life And not take it serious Don't fret over things Silly and frivolous Look at this guy Turned seventy-seven Very few sad thoughts On his journey to Heaven So take this advice From someone who knows Try hard to be jolly Smile down to your toes The world's just a stage For your comedy routine Just keep 'em laughing But please keep it clean © Jack Ellison 2012

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Oft when folks are talkin',
They'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly,
The meaning misconstrued;

And so they get the text all wrong,
And spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said,
You wonder why they lied.

Some people just don't listen,
When others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying,
Ever gets through to them.

Here a word and there a phrase,
Is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together,
And Oh what they can find.

It pays you well to watch your words,
Speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest my friend,
Will later on rebound.

Then just try to 'splain it.
Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you,
'Cause they just don't understand.

                                          Judy Ball

So often people spread around gossip that has no real bearing whatsoever simply because they misunderstood what someone said to them. 
Sometimes people will say something in jest that others take as serious talk so that's the story they spread to others.
Why is that?
Because it's often more fun to some people to believe the worst than it is to believe the best about someone else.
Remember, when someone tells you gossip about someone else it's a good idea to ask yourself what that same person says about you when you aren't there to defend yourself.
A gossip is like a loaded gun.
When it goes off all it causes is destruction.

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Long Live Love

A toss of the head
A flick of her hair
The wave of her hand
As her beauty did flare
Her bountiful step
The spring in her stride
Her laugh as we waked 
Hand in hand through the tide
Her mouth with its smile
As we wrote in the sand
Her cries of frustration
As sea coated the land
Those little I love yous
Meant so much back then
That on annual vacations
We repeat them again
For least we forget 
In the daily ado
Our marrital vows
Mean forever I do

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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.

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I Choose Happy

Contrary to what the naysayers say Happy is definitely a choice So pay no attention to all those people Kick up your heels and rejoice This old world's been around forever It's here for some time to come Might as well be happy, enjoy your stay Even if you fall on your bum Now which scenario is more appealing Singing and waking up with a smile Or grumbling and always moping around Time to stop acting like a child There are no free passes in this here life Must earn your trip up to Heaven So jump on that happiness bandwagon Contentment will be yours till the end © Jack Ellison 2012

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Glass Half Full

There's a lot to be blue about these days.
In that there's sure no mystery.
And I can easily slip into doubt.
Especially given my history.

Darkened skies may hang my head.
But I refuse to give them a voice.
Life can enslave you in heartache.
Yet really now,it's your choice.

Like an old cat in winter you can creep
along the gray and dismal wall.
Or run through the rain,hair in ringlets.
Laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You can paint up your world with happiness.
Swing on a cloud chandelier.
I choose music,laughter and love.
These things are reason enough to be here.

written January 31st,2013

for contest"chasing the blues away"

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What's Up With Him

Do any of you guys wake up feeling great And can't figure the reason why Don't question it, just go along with the flow High five everyone passing by Some will smile and wish you a good day While others will walk on by Mumbling things like “What's up with him?” “Escaped from the funny farm!” they sigh Wanna know the secret to a stress free life One with perpetual good times Where every damn day is hunky dory And the big old world is in rhyme It doesn't always have to be like a fairy tale Always living happily ever after Just seven days a week would be fine with me With good times and a bunch of laughter Let me know if I'm overdoing this stuff Love to share my happy with you Been on this kick for quite a long while Guess a bunch of giggles are due © Jack Ellison 2013

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Ela Jane at Eight

Cancer has  taken her eye and a lung
also her thyroid gland;
yet she has pluck and fortitude,
it's hard to understand.

Wthout a doubt she is Superclass
and much to be admired.
Her positive approach to life is great
and by all should be desired.

Dedicated to my grandaughter Ela Jane Dushku.

Robert Davidson - A Short Poem, Please.

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Habit Forming

Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls. 

Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.

The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.

Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,

and at the end we're lovers blending, 
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.

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Walk Of Fame

Do you stand out or do you just blend in What is the name of your game? Do you exude confidence and self esteem Or is humility your claim to fame? One of those well known shrinking violets Sitting all by yourself in the bar Watching the whole world pass you by Envying the dance from afar Take heart my friend, there's place for us all In the overall scheme of things You may not have star on the Walk of Fame But you make your friendships sing Back in the old days, times were different But one thing that hasn't changed Those gentle souls have always be there To count on come sunshine or rain Do you stand out or do you just blend in What is the name of your game? © Jack Ellison 2013

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Someone sent me a song that made me smile,
The images of beauty I can see for miles. 
The clouds parted as the sun started to shine.
I felt in this heart that all this joy was mine.

Sometimes it takes someone to care,
To shine a light on the path from nowhere.
Sometimes in life you get exactly what you need.
Becoming the food for your soul to feed.

I feel the need to say thank you,
Your smile provided light to shine through.
I feel new comfort and a sense of peace,
The darkness inside, it seems to release.

I feel like a feather I can float through today.
It’s because of the smile that has come my way.
I find all the words and the need to say,
I hope for this peace, to simply stay.

I go out without that chip on my shoulder,
Though the lines on my face appear to grow bolder.
Though this smile I think that I learned,
The world still spins but the tables have turned.

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Bubble Bursters Beware

If you’re a bubble buster
I just have this to say….
When someone is bubbling over
Don’t burst their bubbles, I pray

That bubble comes from inside
And is filled with exuberant joy
Don’t get so very jealous
That you get the itch to annoy

Just let the bubbles escape
Let them fly off into space
The person who’s now bubbling
Might have had tears on her face

She might have gone through sorrow
She might have been filled with fears
Perhaps if you look real close
In those bubbles you'll find tears

Tears that she wants to let go of
Fears that she so longs to set free
So please don’t burst that bubble
Take this advice from bubbling me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Smile All You Soupers

Hey all you Soupers Did you take my advice Smile at the world Always try to be nice Even when people Are rude and obnoxious Pretend you don't notice Don't cause a big ruckus The world is searching For people like us To show them the way This way is a must We sure can survive The damage that's done It isn't too late Send the blues on the run To start let's abolish All the wars and strife We weren't meant for that Let clean up our life We can start at home A great place to start More harmony there Is good for the heart Tell your loved ones How much they all mean You'll love their reaction They'll burst at the seams In closing I'll send you Big hugs so humongous You'll think I'm a bear My hugs so rambunctious Hey all you Soupers Did you take my advice Smile at the world Always try to be nice © Jack Ellison 2013

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There's Happy, Then There's Happy

There's happy, then there's happy Pretty sure you know what I mean On that old scale of one to ten A four doesn't cut it, it seems By almost everybody's standards Eight and up are the winners Languishing down in the lower numbers Is not the place to linger Some say there's times external forces Dictate things to a degree What kind of day you are presently having But that doesn't cut it with me We're the ones to make the decisions Really no one's to blame but us We're solely in control of all our moods There's really nothing to discuss There's happy, and then there's happy Pretty sure you know what I mean Start off each day with a great big smile And try to make it routine © Jack Ellison 2014

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Two Sides Of Jack

Most people have a second side A side that's not always sunny I have two sides like everyone else But my both sides are funny Haven't a clue how it happened My parents were normal folks Don't remember them ever being silly Or even telling some jokes Sure glad I have this “silly” gene Life's a lot easier to endure Can't imagine waking up with a scowl Foreign to me for dang sure Guess I'm one of the lucky dudes Passing along just one thing Think of your life without any winter A life that's eternally spring That's how Jacko survives each day Pushing negatives off the cart It certainly ain't that damn difficult Think positive right from the start They say everyone has a second side Mine is giggles either way An example of a truly fortunate soul With laughter and fun every day! © Jack Ellison 2013

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My secrets to happiness

Should you want to know my secret
That which I keep as my own darling pet
That which keeps me happy
I shall tell you about it merrily

Yes, I do care to pamper myself
Mainly though the kitchen where I do enjoy being the chef
Eating healthy
Does keep me light, as light as a leaf

I also care to make sure my cosmetics' supply is full
Else, I would not feel that I do look beautiful
Yes, a perfume is always handy
As would be a lipstick or my shades, so shady!

I do indulge myself in matters pertaining to freedom
See you I do live according to my ideas
I care not to live a life so grim
A life lived according to the rules of ancient grandmas

Yes, I also do love keeping fit
An hour at the gym is worth a good treat
Looking good in my skin
Makes me believe that every little trick of life I shall win

More, my secret is in penning down my lines
Yes, a way to ease my overloaded mind
Brimming it is with imagination
All ready to become works of my own creation

Lastly, my secret to happiness is having been given a view of the open skies
Yes, a mere blessing it is to have been given such a glance 
Never shall they be described, not even in any works of astrology
Indeed, I do know that someday, after death,  I shall wake up to another ambiance!

Yes, I do bask in indulgence
My indulgence is mine own elegance
Else, see you I would not be so happy
Else, I would not always be so preppy!

29 Jan 2015

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My Happy Pills

Never miss taking my happy pill Keeps me on this joyous path Singing all day, sleeping all night Starting each day with a laugh Never agreed with taking medication Not needed for us to survive But with all the stuff we have to endure A little help is needed to get by Non-addictive, it's only to remind us Small things aren't important to life Things that are basically non life threatening Ignoring them eliminates strife At times it's difficult to remember those days A much calmer life with less stress Hard to get along without a wee bit of help It could be better, must confess Really though, you're all my happy pills And I mean that in the nicest way Feel so alive you stimulate my senses Look forward to our chats every day © Jack Ellison 2013

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Real Men Don't Cry

I've always been an emotional type But as I've climbed life's ladder I've become this blubbering old duffer Eyeballs too close to my bladder At the drop of a phrase a wee bit sad Tears start welling up in my soul Words come out quite indiscernible Need interpreters to fill in the holes As a youngster had a definite impression It was never very manly to spout Since realized it's just a natural emotion So now I let it all hang out It's not that I have control anyway Keep trying but the teardrops still show It's a losing battle right from the start Might as well just go with the flow So if your screen begins filling up With buckets of wet salty tears Back away and try to save yourself Till again they sound the all clear © Jack Ellison 2013

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Giggle Spreader

There doesn't seem to be enough humour here That's where Jester Jack earns his pay Been commissioned by the jolly police To spread joy and giggles each day He's provides this service totally free of charge There's no reason to change that now He also reaps such happy benefits Creating laughter is his vow Ain't a serious bone in his slimmed down body Though some say he's still overweight It goes with being a jolly old elf Or a happy-go-lucky primate So next time you need a pick me up my friend Click on me, I'm online all day long I'll try to chase your worries away With a cheery word and a song! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Country Life

The night descends with a button down moon
against a powder blue comforter sky,
fluffed and puffed with the down of seed
cat and nine tails bursting with pride.

The mothers have called the dinnertime
and the scent of soups on the wind,
sneakers are stacked by the backdoor, 
the dog knows, it time to come in.

The table once set is abandoned
for the trays by the big screen TV,
and autumn gourds and chrysanthemums
abandoned on the tables display.

Soon, silhouettes form on the den walls
and children are hurried to bed,
with the call of a wild coyote they run
diving beneath their bedspreads.

All the human light dims, as they hideout
and starlight covers their ceiling,
Mom has places plastic stars of Venus and Mars
to usher in dreams, as they’re drifting.

Oh, the night with its warmth will not last
and soon the chill dawn will arrive
with the call of a neighborhood rooster,
ah,  the country’s the place to be alive!

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Do you hear what I hear

Listen to the tinkling of the Christmas bells
As they sway to and fro in the park
Saying come and look join in the fun
Watch the fireworks lighten up the dark

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My Love

My love just thinking about you
It always blows my mind
My love I sprinkle about you
Tastes like the finest wine

My love that I will give to you
Will stand the tests of time
My love I will be here for you
As long as you are mine

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Its late March and spring has wafted in,
and we await a rebirth of that distant love...
we wished had, somehow, blossomed in us to allow
a fiery passion overwhelm us as darkness kicked in.

From that memorable day, our young faces shone:
we foresaw a happy future, if only destiny had been kinder
and granted us that desire before it was gone...
why did we vainly wait for moments so impossible and divine? 

Within this diary's small pages, I seal with deep regret
these immortal words that have become us instead...
we who weren't afraid of confessing to whomever read
them and understood the obstacles we had encountered.

It's late evening and raindrops erase the vision that enchanted me,
and easily stirred by a sad emotion I recall our wounded vanity...
we shouldn't have let distance destroy our dream, the dream of being together;
now, all that's left are these immortal words that other lovers should remember.  

Written by Andrew Crisci for Constance's contest, " The Diary "

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Goodnight, My Love

My head’s upon my pillow Still light enough to see How lucky I truly am By the face in front of me She doesn’t even know it As shadows bless her face I will follow her anywhere At any time, to anyplace She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love Her silence, there, is beauty Her scent, of angel’s breath I’m enslaved to all she is My strength, there’s nothing left I am weakened sure and like it If it means to share her life As my eyes close on my pillow Good night my love, my wife She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love

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Summer Dream

What do I have to
look forward to?
Maybe, it's who and
I long for the day
when I'll see you,
And your smiling
face again.

©2014 Honestly JT

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I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script

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No More Doom And Gloom

Time for a happy-go-lucky poem No more doom and gloom There's enough of that stuff going around Life's just a big cartoon Live and laugh and have a ball Nothing's really gonna change So kick up your heels and sing out loud Though some may think you're deranged Who knows it could be contagious Soon the whole world will be having a ball Imagine, you could be the reason, my friend For peace to come to us all Am I a dreamer, guess you could say that Might as well try it, whatcha think Nothing else has worked up until now Let's try before we're right on the brink So kick up your heels and dance around Others will follow your lead All the world is waiting for is someone To step forward and plant the seed No more doom and gloom!!! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Chuckles Are Still Free

As far as I know, chuckles are still free Scream like a banshee and you will soon see Your mood will change immediately If you let your silly notions flow free You might even start a happy new trend Each broken heart will be on the mend Grey skies will turn blue whenever you send Joy and silliness to all of your friends They'll hug and kiss you and love you forever Helping 'em giggle bringing them pleasure A quality that just about everyone treasures Send them a big extra dose for good measure Yup, chuckles are still free just like the air So cackle, chortle and snort without care Everyone will soon be dancing with flair Doing the samba with flowers in their hair As far as I know, chuckles are still free So here's the scoop, between you and me It's all a matter of choice, you'll agree Get down and boogie with abandoned glee! © Jack Ellison 2012

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A Wacky Sense Of Humour

What do we find funny What makes us tickle Laughter can come easy But sometimes it's fickle One person chuckles Another just groans Depends on your senses If you giggle or moan Some find humour In most things they see Depends on your outlook That's surely the key Go around moping With chin on the ground You sure won't be able To wipe off that frown You must laugh at life And not take it serious If you fret over things You'll soon be delirious So take this advice From someone who knows Be happy and jolly Away with the woes The world's just a stage For your comedy routine Just keep 'em laughing And try keeping it clean! © Jack Ellison 2012

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I like scents that speak to me,
Of home and hearth and love.
Scents that spell security,
To me are most beloved;

Like the smell of coffee in the morn,
Or fresh baked bread and scones;
Smells that pull at heart strings,
Whene'er your far from home.

I love the smell of crisp, clean air,
After a cleansing rain.
I love the smell of mountain air,
And the forests and the planes.

The flowers in my garden,
Where I spend such happy hours,
And the smell of a nice clean man,
Fresh from his morning shower.

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The Power Of The Positive

The joy that other people possess Is well within our reach We're all made up of similar stuff I'm sure you've heard this speech Well my friends, in my experience It's a true and a provable fact The more you look on the bright side The more positive people react They observe your sunny outlook Wish they could feel that way too It doesn't take much effort Positive thinking rubs off on you Picture all that's right with the world Of the things that you possess Don't concentrate on the negatives That will only cause you stress Happiness is quite an infectious thing Belt out an old good times song Sooner or later believe me, folks People will start singing along It's really the power of positive thinking Happy always wins in the end It's a human thing, we're born to laugh So chuckle yourself silly, my friends © Jack Ellison 2014

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I dreamed...

I dreamed of something silver
Worth its weight in gold
I dreamed I found a necklace
That was something to behold

I dreamed of myself walking
At the end of my tightrope
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would give me hope

I dreamed of rapid changes
So sudden and so right
I dreamed I found a necklace
That would change my life

I dreamed of random chances
And only good fortune
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could only make me grin

I dreamed of consistent smiles
Purely happy harmony
I dreamed I found a necklace
That could cause no misery

I dreamed of a good luck charm
That I would cherish and would toast
I dreamed I found a necklace
But awoke to find a ghost

March 2010

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Let Me Touch You

Please let me touch you, I really must, you see
Your being is so special, you mean so much to me
I need to touch you daily, please, won’t you be so kind
I’ll touch you when you want me to, so be it you don’t mind

Please let me touch you, it would make me feel so good
It would fill me with such happiness, but if you only would
My touching you would please me like you would never know
If you would be so kind, please then accept my request just so

Aah, there it is, that’s perfect, do you see just what I mean?
My touching you is elating me like you have never seen
The response is great; it’s turbulent, yet so inspiring still
The very touch of you, my darling, it gives me such a thrill

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Today will be a good day.
I won't complain and moan,
About the things that I don't have,
Count curses all alone.

Instead I'll count my blessings,
Thank Him for what is mine,
Appreciate what He has done,
To make my life sublime;

For others do not have the things,
That I just take for granted,
Good food, good clothes, a place to live,
It's really as I planned it.

Though everything is not the way,
I'd have it, truth to tell,
He's satisfied my every need,
Most wants supplied as well.

I have all I really need.
I really can't complain.
Though some have more, it's still just fine,
For we aren't all the same.

We each are blessed according to,
What's best for you and me.
It's personal and custom made,
For personalities.

For Being Happy Contest by Carol Brown

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You're The One At The Wheel

Happy days are here once again All is right with the world We sometimes wander a bit off course But find our way back unnerved It's all part of this loving existence That confronts us every day Must remember to get back on the track When our heads are led astray Life too short, shouldn't waste a day In the overall scheme of things Really don't have all that many I'm afraid Say howdy and let your heart sing Hey youse guys! I can hear you saying Is this loony toon for real It's all about how you approach the day You're the one at the wheel © Jack Ellison 2014

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Happy Or Sad, It Is A Choice

Why is one person more popular than another? Could it be their approach to life? People gravitate towards upbeat individuals To forget their own trials and strife If given the choice to be happy or sad Why would anyone chose the latter Life's too short to get hung up on negatives When really so much doesn't matter Life was meant to be lived like a stage play An opening, a middle and an ending With so many diversions to test us each day Our quest must be totally unbending There is no substitute for a happy full life When you're gone and lovingly remembered People will only recall the good times you had So be cheerful till you get to December © Jack Ellison 2013

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Free For All in the Forest

Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught 
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.

The willful maple trees with tensity 
find life each fall extremely distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.

The hybrid elms proposed a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a roommate's rude failure to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving. 

The plan was to establish parity
between the two trees, the maple and pine,
by having each tree speak a parody
putting the other's habits on the line.

Sadly the prose from the trees went south bound
when a pedantic oak cast its acorns
like aspersions upon their common ground
and the gum shed its sap on the hawthorns.

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Must Be In The Genes

Well hallelujah, it's another great day The clouds may be covering the sky But the sun is shining deep in my soul No worries, no tears in my eyes Wish I could tell everybody my secret Believe me, I sure wouldn't lie Something to do with inherited genes Most likely the reason why Some wake up happy every morning While others it's doom and gloom Could it be a matter of mind over matter Think positive and spirits will zoom I'm certainly not an expert on the subject But it always has worked for me Realized I'm one of the fortunate ones I'm as lucky as a person can be Give it a shot, greet the day with a grin You'll be floating on air, just try If you greet each day with happiness and joy Everyone will want to know why © Jack Ellison 2013

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A Gol Dang Nervous Twitch

Today's a busy busy bustling day Three days before the big one A bunch of last minute stuff to take care of Wonder if I'll ever be done Panic has a real tight hold on me Did I buy enough cranberry sauce Is the turkey big enough for all these folks Got my toes and fingers crossed Hope the weather certainly holds out Could be more of that freezing rain If it does get real bad, it's better to cancel Driving can be a dangerous game Well here's hoping it all runs smoothly And all goes off without a hitch Seems I developed a strange new affliction It's a gol dang nervous twitch <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013

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Early Bird Special

Heard that the early bird catches the worm By now I should have a real big batch I'm always up at the crack of dawn With a feeling of exhilaration unmatched Joyfully welcoming that big yellow ball Singing some happy little ditty Even if I won a million dollars in the lotto Couldn't be happier, well maybe an itsy bitsy Wish everybody could feel this amazing joy The world would be a much happier place No wars no conflict just pure sweet love Wearing a perpetual smile on your face Seems like forever I've been called a dreamer I wouldn't want it any other way Just can't imagine how some people feel Wearing a sad frown every day Heard that the early bird catches the worm Well I certainly believe that it's true Just start every day with a happy little song And the sun will shine brightly on you © Jack Ellison 2013

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Tears Of Joy

You're never out of my thoughts, sweet lady Never very far away On my mind the last thing each night Each morn to start my day What is it called when this thing happens Is there some very special name Or is it just called plain old love Basically the name stays the same Been happening for thousands years or more The need for the love of another To assure us guys are not all alone We count on our sisters and brothers What a sad world this place would be Without love to see us through Totally adrift on an ocean of nothingness So fortunate to still have you So I'll close with this my dear sweet lady Not a moment ever goes by When you're image is not alive in my thoughts Tears of joy well up in my eyes © Jack Ellison 2014

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Happy is he who is not condemned,
By that which he allows in his life;
For he who adhears to the laws of God,
Will gain peace of mind and long life;

But he who is prone to go with the flow,
Will oft find himself perplexed,
By troubles and problems he could have avoided,
And often his spirit is vexed;

For the ways of the world are fickle my friend,
And one must be wise to survive,
The slings and the arrows of enemies who hide,
In ambush where they sneak and connive,

To bring out in you what is found in them,
So choose your friends wisely and live.
Take from the world the good things in life,
And strain out the bad like a sieve.

Though we're not here to judge our neighbors and friends,
We have God Almighty to please.
Remember this well and you won't go to Hell,
If you lay down with dogs you'll get fleas.

                                                             Judy Ball

"Hast thou faith? Have it to thyself before God. Happy is he who condemneth not himself by that thing which he alloweth."
                                              Romans 14:22

                                               'NUFF SAID

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Found A Thrill 2K11

'Twas Dreamland - therein Wonderland were I, What a buzz! Wake didn't become that buzz kill, No disturbances of dormant mind nor eye, No intervener's - as I've found a thrill.

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Happy is all about attitude, my friend
You can choose to be happy or sad
The glass is half empty or maybe half full
It's your choice to be grumpy or glad

It's all up to you and the mood that you're in
Can determine the way things will go
If you think with a real positive mind
Then for certain your spirits will grow

You'll love all the buckets of joy you'll get
You will never have had it so good
So put on a smile, sing a happy old tune
You would fly to the moon if you could

And here is another tidbit my friend
It is not only just about you
People around will start tipping their hats
And they'll smile and say 'howdy do'!

The choice is totally yours, dear friend
I can give you advice till I'm blue
But if in the end you're still wearing a frown
You've got no one to blame but you

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Most Precious Gift

Most Precious Christmas Gift Back in the year of ‘67 A Christmas gift came straight from Heaven. Among the tissue, lying there, A baby girl wrapped up with care It seemed to our astonished eyes That we had won the Yuletide prize. We searched for chip or mar or crack. We didn’t want to send her back. She came with an assured guarantee She was just what she seemed to be. And so we celebrate each year In honor of this gift, most dear. At Christmas time, another birth Is heralded throughout the Earth. We’re thankful that he shares his day With the perfect gift he sent our way. For Waylee's "Greatest Holiday Gift I Ever Received I was in the materninty ward when I received it. My daughter presented it to me along with Heaven as I say in the poem. She was the most precious Holiday gifts I ever received because she is one of the big blessings of my life, a granddaughter and she was born at Christmas time.. She was my third granddaughter. The other two were born too far away from me to be laid in my arms after her first breath.

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All You Need To Know

I just wanted to say
you blow my world away
Give me brightest days
and you take my breath away

I really must tell 
that you make my heart swell
Our souls forever dwell
after I saw you and fell

I think I should explain 
that you take away my pain
In my mind remains
infectious love on the brain

I feel the need to shout
what my life is all about
I'm yours without a doubt
I'm taking this new route

I've got the urge to say 
I just hate to be away
So keep here to stay
in your arms, if I may.

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What Ya Don't Know Won't Hurt Ya

Dearest soul, I haven't the love words They all seem so common and trite But other words flow a lot more easily Since I fell on my head from my bike Started out to be a poem about love But a friend said he'd sure beg to differ Pinched myself to make sure this was real A little too hard causing blisters My friend laughed and said “serves you right” “You silly old duffer!” he uttered Looked and thought, “he's really quite ugly!” He said “What?” didn't repeat what I'd muttered He's been a good friend for many long years But a few careless words can hurt 'em So sometimes it's best to hold back just a bit What people don't know won't hurt 'em! © Jack Ellison 2013

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O Sweet Bliss

Oh sweet bliss...
You found me in darkness enshrined
Sadness collecting like copper pennies
In a fountain of aging lines

With each new alliance
Connections eluded to flavor's waxing bland
Reminiscent of tasteless compliance
And refusing loves fervent advance

Each intriguing and precious 
If judged in a mirrored light
But in those elements missing
Prophesied sorrow of wanting's plight 

Then oh bliss you granted me flight
A wandering albatross floating 
On currents of his gentle affection
Wings spread sunward and doting 

The flavor of loves sweet delight
Now I savor your taste oh bliss
His kiss that alights upon my lips
A breathless Sunlight in mornings mist

Strong in love that came so late
This heart of mine he owns
I feared for time that blessed fate
The purest bliss I've ever known

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Will You Marry Me

With talks of love you're sappy too
When I am up you're happy too
When I am low you carry me
I'm asking will you marry me

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I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!

That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.

"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"

And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   

"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 

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People grow up wanting things,
They never had as children;
And so remembering "empty spots",
Constantly strive to fill them.

Acceptance, love, material gain,
Small hands reach out to grasp them,
Too often finding once in hand,
It's not enough to last them;

And so we work to fill the need,
Still finding more to strive for.
It isn't greed or selfish pride,
Oh No, my friend, it's much more;

And though we strive for all our years,
The child within will hunger,
Still reaching out for solace as,
The need inside grows stronger,

Until at last we understand,
The reason for our hunger,
For if you want a child to grow,
Then feed the entire youngster.

Feed body, soul and spirit too,
The whole child must be fed,
Or else you'll starve yourself to death,
By simply eating bread.

                                                       Deuteronomy 8:3

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Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane

I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound

I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell

I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills

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free cee


The things God makes happen to me are consistently bad
And I constantly wish that his screwing me is only a passing fad
But alas the things that happen constantly are difficult to bear
It’s akin to God once again shoving something sharp up my rear

You simply won’t believe what occurred for me today
It’s now August and this hasn’t happened since two years from last May
It’s not something I ever expect nor do I even try to pray for
And it was something amazing I didn’t even have to pay for

I would pray for something like this happening but my prayers are all in vain
And usually the only thing that occurs is I garner a wretchedly new pain
So I have to figure that either God is deaf or he doesn’t give a good god-damn
It’s as if God is a Judas goat while I am but a lemming type lamb

I woke up at the birth of this new dawn with no high expectations
I awoke and was still one of God’s most neediest creations
So this thing happened to me and it left me egregiously aghast
Because the proof of God’s denials is imbedded deeply in my past

The alarm woke me but I hit the snooze button for ten more minutes of sleep
And in two minutes I fell back asleep but not nearly so deep
The alarmingly loud alarm went off for the second time this morn
As I once again cursed the damnable day when I had been born

I hurriedly consumed a small breakfast yet I deemed it a feast
And what happened for me was astonishing to say the very least
It was so amazing that I almost fainted right whereupon I stood
And without being specific suffice it to say God finally sent me something good!
           © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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Love's Fools 2K11

Love likened strikes as quick as a viper; Therewith love's pulse billions grow more so fools. Love - accurate as a military sniper. There's fools of unthawed hearts; Than there's love's fools.

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The Heart, A Place of Love 2K12

Pardon, May someone please; What is this place?
Why does it appeare that time itself slows?
Why do Butterflies throng and heartbeats race?
Why do hearts melt as tho' snowflakes, Whom knows?

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Time To Step Aside

Son Scott, is following in Daddy's footsteps So proud of that boy of mine Technology's gotten way ahead of me now Back then, my designs made me shine But Scottie has taken it to a whole new level He's made it in today's techno art This old guy couldn't even begin to compete I'd be blown right off the cart Kind of sad, but that's progress I guess Make way for the new generation Out with the old ways and in with the new Time for the next innovation Guess it was time, due for retirement Would've continued on if I could That day has arrived, I am yesterday's man If I could do it all over, I would A good reason to greet the sun each morning Thoughts of an exciting new project Forever challenging my artistic abilities Was at my best coming up with new concepts Sadly, this life is leaving me behind me Must step aside for the new generation Was a total blast for almost fifty-five years A time of such great inspiration © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Simple Moment's Joy 2K12

Suddenly a familiar voice transmitted through
The telephone, overjoyed we laughed for moments
As true colors  of friendship showed through;
So showed joy therein our simple moments.

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Can't believe how many grumpy people Inhabit Planet Earth today What's wrong with society, I don't understand Your face won't crack, what the hey It's best to smile coz life's really short Before you know it you're gone So smile damn it, results will be astounding Ignore all the crap that's going on Start a new trend, a whole new movement Be helpful, be loving, be kind A peaceful revolution to eliminate grumpiness Thousands will join you, you'll find Most people just want a reason to laugh Start talking like Daffy Duck Say to hell with society, start acting goofy You'll find life will no longer suck Some good advice from the old philosopher Eliminate the grumpies, olé! Greet each morning with a great big smile And you're sure to be happy all day © Jack Ellison 2013

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Your Big Break

The reason for this poem is all about joy There's enough other crap going down Ignore it and think only happiness thoughts You can trick your old brain I've found Pretend everyday is your happiest one yet And nothing will put a damper on that Greet everyone with a dirty big smile Sing and dance and throw off your hat It can be contagious as soon you will see It will seem like a broadway musical News crews will soon descend on the scene It will all feel quite therapeutical Never know you might be discovered And star in a brand new show Hope you'll remember who helped you along To stardom and all that big dough © Jack Ellison 2014

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Happy Guy Jack

Knee deep in problems? See Happy Guy Jack! He'll make you feel better Forget all that crap! Junk that's been filling Your life and your brain No need for that bad stuff Don't need all that pain! Just give it the boot! Say, "Take off outta here"! Then giggle and cackle And go have a beer! The world will go on If you worry or not Don't be such a silly Give happy a shot! A broken record? Me pushing this stuff? You'll soon catch my drift Then won't get enough You'll beg Happy Jack To bring more good cheer So smile, damn it, smile! Now go have that beer! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.

Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears? 
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.

Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.

Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

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Blessed With Good Fortune

From way up high looking down on Earth Living up on some clouds to the west Is my guardian angel watching over me Not allowing hard times and unrest Blessed with good fortune and a happy life Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter Bout this and that, bout all kinds of sadness Yet my life's been smooth as butter Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars For this charmed and trouble free life Relatively calm, and good fortune was mine Uneventful and free from strife Must've done something to deserve this life Was once kind to little old lady Helped her across a real busy intersection It was just for a matter of safety Humbly I accept this great honour with pride Sure don't want to rock the boat One day, think I'll just sail off into the sunset And be remembered by what I wrote © Jack Ellison 2014

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Ocean's Rites

The Earth rotates around …spins The moon carries its own power The ocean, it focuses on Seeking the meek, lighthouse tower The waves are created …splash We play within the froth and foam Lowering myself to its side I know its love within the zone Into the sea the sky …reflects Makes the waves a romantic blue Entranced I follow the shoreline There is no greater love than you The heavens and with them …power And the ocean lives with its own I carry along with me strength To survive when the Earth does groan Spins, the world moves for life loved Splash, the oceans crash for desire Reflects, thinks of ancient days past Power, holds enough to quench fire
Russell Sivey

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Some Things Are Constant

Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the sun coming up every morn
Butterflies spreading pollen from flower to flower
And joy when each new babe is born

Though difficult at times to see past the clouds
Sunshine always follows the rain
Since the beginning of time as day follows night
Good times will return once again

So please take heart on your darkest of days
Though troubles seems insurmountable
You're the only one in control of your destiny
No one else can be held accountable

Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the love that you feel for life
It's the greatest feeling in the whole wide world
But for the lasting love of your wife

@Jack Ellison 2012

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Where I am From

I am from humor, wit, and playing nice,
to constantly writing on my own device.
I am from softly sassy smiles,
From running and running for many miles.

I am from a family filled with green eyes,
From not giving up and many tries.
I am from parents who always laugh,
and do so much for another's behalf.

I am from being the monkey in the middle,
Being tirelessly teased but looked up to a little.
I am from having just one older sister;
When she went to college I really missed her.

I am from a hard-working military dad,
and Mom who’s a computer software grad.
I am from family paparazzi grandma
With old, silly, sweet-toothed grandpa.

I am from drinking hot chocolate all year round,
From eating Grandma’s cooking without a sound.
I am from Mom’s Mexican, Italian, and more,
From oodles of dishes that become a chore.

I am from a wild-western state,
From watching bright sunsets from the gate.
I am from a city steeped in tradition,
with smart folks filled with ample ambition.

I am from happy green playing fields
Fraught with kids riding bikes without any yields.
I am from “love yous” and “don’t hurries” 
From “stay safes” and “don’t you worries.” 

I am from old fashioned picture frames, 
from fading pink paint with many names.
I am from blooming buds and wilting roses
to lanky limbed trees grown in unique poses.

And in this world that can be so bleak,
It’ll be those memories that I keep.
Locked deep and safe in my own heart;
I've loved them all, every simple part.

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A Toast for New Years Eve

Whilst I lay in my bed, 
And reflect on my past
I remember that I want, 
Certain moments to last.
Like this evening tonight;
On New Years Eve;
We’re having too much fun
With much more to achieve!

For the New Year, is here!
And let it be said
’08 is now gone,
It is totally dead!

So we lift up our glasses!
Way high in the sky!
We’re not going to remember this,
Let’s not even try!

Don’t take a drink!
It’s not yet that time!
You have to let me finish
My cute little rhyme!

Now cheers to our friends,
Both new and old!
Let’s cheers to the stories 
That have yet to be told!

Let’s cheers to the nights 
That we stayed out late
Let’s cheers to you!
For being so wonderful, 
And being so great!

Happy New Year!

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May Day Basket

A tisket, tasket, a pretty May basket Made to hang on a very special door Filled with flowers from the field For a neighbor that we all adore A tradition when I was just a girl Fun way to bring a bit of cheer The glories of the 1st of May A childhood memory so dear...
Barbara Gorelick 4/21/12

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The Happiness Tree

Cloudy days are a real test They can drag our spirits down But I'm usually up for the challenge In my role as the village clown My goal is to bring a great big smile To a bunch of faces each day What better way to spend my energy Than to chase all the blues away If we could all get with the program What a happy place this could be Instead of a bunch of sour pusses We would climb the happiness tree Not saying I have all the answers We've got lots of problems on earth Hope we're headed in the right direction Let's celebrate the world's rebirth Cloudy days are a real test They can drag our spirits down But this guy won't let the blues inside You won't catch me wearing a frown © Jack Ellison 2014

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I never felt a part of things,
Never felt like I belonged,
Never felt like I was wanted,
And I always really longed,

To feel like someone wanted me,
To feel like I fit in,
To be included in the things,
With family and friends.

For reasons that I couldn't know,
I always got pushed back;
Kept quiet and out of their way,
As though somehow I lacked,

Some social graces that perchance,
Might cause some consternation,
If I should come into the room,
And spoil their celibration.

I could have some food, some cake,
Then get out of the way.
Don't mingle with the guests at all,
Sit down if you will stay.

My sister's wedding hurt the most,
That's when I really saw,
I was like a well known guest,
Not part of things at all.

They did not even want me,
In the picture with them all.
I was told to stand aside,
And wait till I was called.

Not part of the wedding party,
I was not allowed,
To be photographed along with them,
In case it might becloud,

My sister's perfect moment,
Immortalized in time,
And I did not fit in with them,
There wasn't room in line;

And so it's been most of my life,
Rejected most by those,
Who should be closest to me,
Even the mate I chose;

So it's no wonder that I built,
A wall for my protection.
When I reached out I got pushed back,
I'm tired of such rejection.

                                        Judy Ball

It's very important to consider the feelings of your children.
What happens to us in our formative years often stays with us forever.

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A Hot Cup Of Joe

Is there anything finer Than that first cup of coffee? It's better than sex by a mile It lifts up your spirits Sets the tone for the day And forces the biggest of smiles People will wonder What you have up your sleeve They'll think you won at the track Unknown to them Is the fact you don't gamble And you're not into heroine or crack Now a hot cup of joe Is addictive they say But think of the lives that it saves It cuts down on suicides And domestic abuse That sends young folks to their graves It's a small price to pay Makes sure you're on board It keeps those Colombians employed Instead of drug runners They're coffee bean hustlers As a bonus their economy's buoyed So next time you visit A Starbuck's or such Remember it's more precious than gold For keeping us sane Our eyes on the prize Puts a stop to our brains getting old © Jack Ellison 2012

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A Dream Woman 2K11

She'd be those nightly moons - those daily Suns, A dreamcatcher enmesh - nights dreamt mesh dreams, Daydreams - memories - memorable ones; Song: "All I Have To Do Is Dream"; What dreams!

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" She danced the way it should be danced.
   And the way she wanted."

  -Raymond Carver

Eddying in a commotion of color, 
fall's dispensation of red, green and gold;
blended with Zephyrs' mysterious rhythms,
a stately ballet that never grows old.

Spread 'cross the firmament planets are spinning, 
silently cold and majestically clear;
gliding through eons in pre-ordained tempos,
gracing the night sky all throughout the year.

'Shining Light' at the 'School of Terpsichore' 
a twelve-year old warms up and waits for her chance 
to show those judges just what this young girl can do, 
nothing means more than her passion for dance. 

She dreams of fame and of making a difference,
the world is too large and her room is too small;
she's too young yet for abstraction and symbol,
in time she will grow, find her place in it all.

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An Ode To A Big Yellow Ball

Here's an ode to a big yellow ball
Not the one we bounce in the park
The big yellow ball that wakes us up
And chases away the dark

Keeps us all warm and cosy inside
As we happily welcome its rays
At times it tries so hard to please
We have to wear shades all day

I'm really not complaining you see
Look stunning in my stylish new shades
At times mistaken for Angelina Jolie
Er... Brad Pitt is what I meant to say

Imagine if that big old Mr. Sol 
Got up at midnight instead
Would be quite difficult getting to sleep
With covers pulled over our head

Who was very first person to decide
Nighttime was the time for sleep
And daytime belongs to us happy folks
As mornings from the covers we peek

Opening up our sweet baby blues
We spy old Mr. Sol in the sky
Happily start singing Zippety-Do-Dah
The world's a chocolate cream pie 

This here's an ode to a big yellow ball
Not the one we bounce in the park
The one that makes us yell hallelujah
And sing like the proverbial lark!

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Life's A Roller Coaster Ride

Hard to fathom what makes us tick We're all unique as they say One person loves rock and roll music Another loves Sammy Kaye Was always a true Glenn Miller fan And big bands of the 40s and 50s Vocalists like Sinatra and Como And Frankie Laine was also nifty Boy! Am I living back in the past With crinolines and saddle shoes Terribly miss the much simpler times Suffering from a case of the blues Guess each generation misses their past When things were a lot more fun This roller coaster ride can get us down Just enjoy your day in the sun Must be realistic and accept the future With all of it's scary unknowns If you approach it with a great big smile You'll wonder where the years have flown © Jack Ellison 2013

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He Bought The Farm

Today started out bright and shiny Then suddenly turned cloudy and sad Doesn't take much to turn it around To change a good day to bad Something that seems so insignificant Can change the mood of the day Like rain that falls that wasn't predicted Or snow in the middle of May They call us guys moody people They wonder why we're up and down It's quite uncontrollable most of the time We'd much rather smile than frown So if you see me with a frown on my face Remember it's nothing you said It's just this up and down mood I get in Much rather be upbeat instead Lately I've been much more up than down Happy it's not the other way round Don't want to put an end to it any time soon Decided I'd still like to hang around Have no fear, love life way too much To do myself some bodily harm Would be totally contrary to who this guy is You'll never say, “he bought the farm!” © Jack Ellison 2014

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To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.

Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.

Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.

You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.

You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.

Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.

You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.

You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.

You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.

(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)

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The Softer Side Of Jack

Everyone really knows me As always being loopy and light Though sometimes I can be serious Silly usually wins the fight It's really just quite recently Good time Charlie is king I used to get extremely emotional At the slightest little thing Which one would I rather be? A small wee bit of both The romantic side is warming But I like my happy side most Perhaps it's just a cover up So my feelings don't get hurt Joking and making fun of things As life throws out its dirt How many people can really say They're happy in their skin? I hereby make it known to all I'm the happiest I've ever been © Jack Ellison 2013

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Never Throw In The Towel

Feeling kinda sentimental today Reflecting on years gone by The ups and downs, the good and bad The lows and so many highs That's what makes life so interesting Imagine if it was always clear sailing Nothing to discuss with the ones we love To help us when all else is failing These ups and downs are all part of life To remind us we're all human beings To keep us on the straight and narrow And keep us honest and feeling No one's immune to life's uncertainties Everyone must play by the rules Try as we might to find a shortcut We wind up looking like fools The bottom line is keep plugging away Do the best that you know how It's not a matter of winning or losing Just never throw in the towel © Jack Ellison 2013

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The Simpler Beauty 2K13

Show I not scrapers of skies, but majestic
Snow-capped mountains in alpine glow.
Show I not individuals of plastic;
But verdure and sylvan where songbirds show.

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Count Your Blessings

Now listen up all ye poets out there
Here's an adage I try to live by
It seems to work for this old duffer
So why don't you give it a try

Upon waking up every morning
Before you jump out of bed
Count all your blessings one by one
Keep them stored inside your head

As each day presents its challenges
Remember your many blessings
Be thankful for all the little things
Enjoy life with all its dressings

Now it may not be totally foolproof
But at least you're on the right track
Trust me you'll be ahead of the game
And happiness you surely won't lack

So listen up all ye poets out there
Let me know how it all works out
I hope it's a positively roaring success
From the rooftops you'll want to shout!

@Jack Ellison 2012

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The Smiley Formation

Dawn has cracked the horizon
With fiery red open greeting
Invites birds fly sky emblazon
With colors to start day moving

The crows are delighted to catch
Gentle air currents and swiftly glide
Seeking a grounded spot to snatch
A delicate meal __ grubs that hide

As they fly low in formation
A smiley face granted to see
They start to entertain me
Before place sentinel in tree

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                                                  SENIOR CITIZEN NUMBER ONE

Being a senior citizen,
Sure has it's ups and downs.
It seems I'm learning something new,
Each time I turn around.

Things are different now for me,
Than when I was young.
I'm older now and wiser too,
And life's a lot more fun.

I used to think when I got old,
The fun would be all over.
I'd sit and rock and dream about,
By gone days of clover;

Days of fun and frolic that,
Were filled with love, adventure,
But it turns out that just ain't so,
In youth I was indentured;

Tied to duty and my job,
I worried 'bout my payments,
House and car and credit cards,
Each month was filled with statements.

Now I'm free to do my thing,
Slow down and smell the roses,
I've some wrinkles and grey hair,
But don't look down your noses,

At us old folks 'cause you think,
We're old and dumb, not with it,
'Cause we've been down that road before,
And you, my friend, can have it.

This senior thing has got it's edge,
And I've put in my bid,
To head the list, be number one,
As The World's Oldest Kid.

                                        Judy Ball

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Our Own Little Oasis

Aww love sweet love, is there anything finer Than to snuggle and cuddle and coo Don't need to be coherent or form real words Your moaning will create the mood You actually could be quoting last night's results Of the latest big time sports events Could even be reporting on a horrendous fire Or a country impeaching a president In the midst of each torrid lovemaking session All else really becomes quite secondary Until that big moment, that moment so sublime And it ends up as anything but ordinary Now this is reality, have I tried to kid you before When it comes right down to the basics Everything's about satisfying our personal pleasures And creating our own little oasis © Jack Ellison 2014

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Just Another Service

All you young'uns now listen to me Been around for almost eight decades Feel just as good as I did in my forties Have had all the latest upgrades Living proof you don't need to feel old It's simply how you're feeling upstairs If things are really clicking along smoothly Downtimes become quite rare It's not a great truth I've just discovered It's a matter of common sense A positive attitude is an absolute must To retain your youthful presence So now you finally know the secret of life Thank me with bundles of money It's just another service I kindly offer Making your day more sunny © Jack Ellison 2013

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Remember when we met 
That Lover's Day, 
Our hearts connect 
In your heart I vowed to stay 

And then we parted 
My heart was guarded 

Remember when I first told you 
Those sweet words? 
When I heard them 
And tears came down my face? 

Dear lover, 
Lest you know, 
Promises made or not, 
This is not a lie, 
My love for you, 
Will never die. 

As I sit on my bed 
And think about you 
A smile creeps from the corner 
Of my mouth going farther 
Because your thought 
Makes everything better. 

Dear lover 
You should know, 
I give my all 
And I live for you. 

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Less Complicated Is The Name Of The Game

It's colder than cold but the sun's shining brightly Which makes a whole lot of difference to me Must have been born on a bright sunny day To expect that's how each day should be Unfortunately, we must take the bad with the good Helps us to appreciate the good even more Gotta be happy with the skin that we're in Cuz I don't know of any trade-in store What if you were to loose the job that you've had For years then it suddenly becomes obsolete Sure a good reason to sound off just a bit Need security to make life complete But really no one else can promise you the moon You determine how your life will work out The choice that you make is totally yours And strive to persevere throughout So the bottom line as I see it is really quite simple Less complicated is the name of life's game Don't complicate life more than necessary Soon be back to from where you came © Jack Ellison 2014

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Happy Is A Choice

It's early in the morning and I ask myself How am I feeling today? As I wipe the cobwebs from my sleepy old brain Think it's going to be a fine day That lucky old sun has been up for a while Birdies are singing their songs It's time to wake up and greet the new day Enjoy life and just sing along Not everyone's lucky to wake feeling great Some mumble and grumble and gripe Feel sorry for those poor unfortunate souls Mornings are a constant fight Happy is a choice that each of us makes We choose our mood for the day It is totally up to us whether happy or sad Choose happy, there's no other way So take this advise that I offer in friendship Sure works for me every time It's early in the morning and I say to myself Choose happy and the day will be fine © Jack Ellison 2013

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Time tells us we've not long
Except my time with you
Moments slow down and I hold on
To all my time spent with you

I know we have our ways
That hinder us from letting go
And clinging to just each other
For fear that heartache will show

But baby please understand when I say
You've captured me heart and soul
Your inner strength and emotion send chills down my spine
My affection for you can only grow

I want us to be happy
Consistently day by day
Let's work through any issues
And hear what each other intends to say

Actions speak louder than words
And my actions will prove true
Just give me your trust and devotion
I'll do nothing but respect and honor you

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The Boidies Is Singin'

Well here we are At the start of a brand new day The sun is shining, the boidies is singin' What more is there to say! As I look outside Some dark clouds are on the way But I surely won't worry, I'll just sing a song To chase all those clouds away! My words are clear There is nothing more to say Blue skies above, a great feeling the love Yet another fun filled day! Guess this can seem A bit over the top as they say But being happy is a whole lot more fun Your problems will fly way! People always ask me How come you're upbeat every day It's really amazingly simple my dear friends Attitude's the answer I say! Well here we are At the start of a brand new day The sun is shining, the boidies is singin' There ain't nothin' more to say! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Cartoon Bubbles

Cartoon bubbles floating up high
A globe of iridescent wonders
Gossamer gloves against the sky
Changing as they drift and plunder

Do you see the child inside,
Floating up within you?
All is free in this bubbly façade 
Allowing you your own view

Bring those cartoon bubbles to life
Exhale…. imagine you’re on one
Lifting softly floating away strife
A heightened spirit presumption

Cartoon bubbles floating up high
Blow one outside for everyday fun
Knowing always that you too can fly
Any time in the afternoon sun

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Oh-so Fast

Spinning, spinning
Oh-so fast
Giggles, giggles
Smiles to last

Dizzy and dazed
The world catches up to me
And I relax amazed 
At all this energy

She can't pause for a second
For she knows time's not to waste
And so again I am beckoned
To swing and spin with much haste

Colors fly by and it's all that I see
There are no objects, no focus
Except for the little hands gripping me

I feel at peace in this simple race
My only job is to beat the world
And put a smile on her angelic face

All this simplicity is all that she needs,
Dreaming and doing all that she can,
Seeing flowers rather than weeds,
Making sure that the world can be outran

Never thinking past the night
Today's her only concern
And today she wants to see a sight
Of the world at its fastest turn

"Faster! Faster!"
Oh-so fast
Laughter, laughter
Smiles to last

March 2010

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O chiming bells of midnight,...
gladly announce Jesus' joyful birth;
see how the Heavens' stars shine...
to glorify the most glorious One!

Unpleasant is the cold December' air,
and a manger is the perfect shelter
away from the frost and the gelid wind;
see how He smiles as all the angels sing!

Come shepherds, bring along your sheep,
to warm up a King whose heart is so meek;
and as the Wise Men kneel down in divine adoration,
I watch the gifts in their hands with much trepidation!

O chiming bells of midnight...echo through my starry valley,
and cheer up this silent town that offers its true serenity;  
and if snowflakes fall and make all the stars seem too far,
my lamp will brighten up the path and lead me to the Messiah! 

Entered in Carolyn Devonnshire's contest, "Christmas in your town"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Till The Day I Keel Over

My gait is much slower My memory's shot The hair on my beano Is thinning a lot My mind doesn't notice Thinks nothing's changed Who am I kidding I must be deranged Now starting to notice These things that occur On a near daily basis Pretty normal I'm sure But seeing that this Is my first time around Each day's like no other But exciting I've found Hope I've still got Some fun days ahead Winding up in a home Is something I dread But I'll still write poetry Till the day I keel over My life's been amazing Not one complaint ever Feel so damn fortunate To have lived my life free A shining example of What a life oughtta be © Jack Ellison 2013

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Stand Up

Stand up for the broken,
'Cause they are people too.
With hearts and souls in ruin,
They just want to be like You.

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You Were Always There

I wouldn't think you need 
to be told how much I care.
You've always known how much it meant
that you were always there.

You were there when I was hungry.
You were there when I was cold.
You were there when I was young,
and I'll be there as we grow old.

In a family full of turmoil.
With a heart so full of pain.
I always could take comfort
from a visit with Aunt Jane.

You've been the hand to guide me
when I looked for someone near.
I miss you since you've moved away.
To me, you are so dear.

I hope I can repay you
for the precious gift of love
you gave to me throughout my life.
For you, I thank God above.

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I'm Sitting On Top Of The World

I'm sitting on top of the world You've certainly heard this before But in my case it ain't just a happy old song It's about love and so much more Bout friendships and family and happiness Bout the simple joys that abound Think about all the good things you have Be happy you're still above ground Happiness is really easy to attain It depends on what's up in your noggin Think negative and life will always be negative Thinking happy is like riding a toboggan You'll have a blast and not only that You won't feel the cold weather outside It could even be minus twenty-five degrees You'll be warm and cozy inside Okay this is my own philosophy on living A happy and joyful existence Whatever you give, you get back in spades It makes for a joyful existence © Jack Ellison 2013

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They Know Not What They Are

And if they know not what they do
The lonely weary souls
Who share the common goal
Imbibe a sense of disbelief

They wander aimless through and through
Panic stricken sullen
Risen and the fallen
Reality obscured by grief

To make amends from me to you
My proposition is
Give solace and forgive
What timeless would consider brief

End excursion black and blue
In the deepest ocean
Swim through tears forgotten
The joy we'll feel from such relief

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Tell no man all that you may know.
Don't show him all your treasure;
Else you will wish you'd held your tongue,
Repenting at your leasure,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you have shown,
Regretting oft in great distress,
The seeds that you have sown;

For what you say to one man, Friend,
Is retold to another,
And blesssings best kept to yourself,
Will be lost to your brothers;

For oft times Man will envy Man,
And brother envy brother,
It's often best to hold your peace,
Than later to discover,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you did show,
Has been aspersed to everyone,
To everyone you know.

Don't be too friendly.
Don't be too open.
Don't talk too much.
It's better to be a good listener than a speaker.

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Share An Autumn Night 2K11

Upon brisk Autumn night of which yet young, Share breaths warmth and heartbeats become tho' one; Share much tenderness and energy among Till brilliant daystar bid pair done.

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Nay Nay Good People

Are all the successful people in the world Content and happy with their lives Is a mansion on a hilltop with scads of dough The only thing we need to survive Nay nay good people, we need interaction With others to inspire great things The loving relationships of family and friends Without them, we feel loneliness sting Floundering at sea like a rudderless ship Being tossed to and fro by life's trials It's really quite normal to crave some attention We need human contact for survival Why must we always keep up with the Jones' Why not appreciate what we've got Lucky to be alive on this luscious green earth Taking care of our own little plot Certainly no expert but I do know how things Can affect each one of our lives So always think positive wherever you go Even giving strangers high fives The shock and great joy on all of their faces Is worth the small effort it takes To share your enthusiasm and true lust for life Till you arrive at those Pearly Gates! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Pull Yourself Up By The Boot Straps

Rainy and dreary with clouds overhead Easy to start feeling down But pull yourself up by the boot straps Wipe off that ugly frown When weathermen frown, smile right back It'll chase all those blues away No one can tell you what day to have You're the one in control of your day Please let me know if you're tired of hearing My constant “be happy” stuff Certainly don't mean to belabour the point Enough is enough is enough Just trying to pass on the things I've learned During my 78 years of life Perhaps it'll help somebody in need one day To help them through times of strife Well I don't hear you say, “We've had enough!” “Write something else for a change” So until I do, it'll be business as usual Have a good day and I'll have the same © Jack Ellison 2013

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Zippety Do Da Day

Well, Zippity Do Da Day! It's an absolutely beautiful day The sun is shining ever so brightly What more is there to say? It's just like winning the lotto Feeling great about my health What more could I really ask for Don't need a bunch of wealth This may seem a bit over the top These phrases dripping with honey But hey that's how I'm feeling right now Can't change that for paper money I really wish I could transfer some Maybe scrape off a layer or two Gladly share it with my P-Soup friends 'Cause you guys are all true blue You support me when I'm feeling down Though that doesn't happen often You send me bouquets tied up in rhyme Surely couldn't help but soften Why am I blessed with this happy stuff While others are feeling despair? It really doesn't seem quite right to me It really doesn't seem very fair Don't know where it all originates So I'll sing Zippity Do Da Day! Enjoy this gift that's been given to me On this absolutely beautiful day! © Jack Ellison 2012

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The tickets are purchased
the timing is right, 
Peace and happiness surge,
We leave at the stroke of midnight

Awaiting a fresh start,
a pleasant sense of pressure;
Opening a piece of my heart,
beginning a new adventure 

Nothing but the open road
All the pieces fall to their space,
The future is left to unfold; 
On the road to our new place

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Got Happiness In My Genes

Don't know who I inherited them from Got happiness in my genes Not complaining, it's the way to fly Happy as I've ever been Try very hard with most poems I write To share these feelings of joy Some may think, “he can't be that happy He's being a little bit coy” Sure can't remember ever lying before Perhaps back in nineteen-thirty-nine Cajoling my mom into staying up late But she was quite used to my line As a kid, ya just gotta keep on trying To see what treasures you can gain My own kids kept trying over and over I was on to their little games To get back to happiness in my genes More apparent than ever before Don't know who I inherited them from But happy that's for dang sure! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Giggly Pills

Hey good people, here comes the jester Full of those proverbial beans Ready to spew out a bunch more silliness Got a whole lot more in my jeans I'm sure my dear ole mummy and daddy Took giggly pills 'fore I was born It's the reason I became this silly old jester Right away started tossing out corn Chuckles became ingrained in yours truly Even therapy didn't really work Unfortunately the therapist got afflicted too By this same old silliness quirk So come on friends, smile along with me You'll be amazed at the feeling of joy The sun will shine brightly every single day The world will be your brand new toy © Jack Ellison 2013

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Though days of old are not new,
I hope one day I love you.
Would speaking suffice, will actions do?
You are my dream come true.

©2014 Honestly JT

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The Promised Land

No matter the country you were born in We're all inhabitants of earth Maybe ashamed to admit it sometimes Our much treasured place of birth Since time began, we've fought each other For what, I haven't a clue Just look around at the beauty you see An astounding vista we view Is there something this old guy is missing Am I alone in my love of living Am I a lonely voice in the wilderness This land is so forgiving We abuse it and misuse it every damn day This God given paradise we share Disgusting behaviour is being exhibited Destroying our planet without care Certainly not fair for us peace loving souls Our cries for love go unheeded But we surely shouldn't give up the fight Some common decency is needed Maybe before this old guy's day is done Paradise will finally be at hand When all good people of our dear planet earth Will as one reach the promised land! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Jealousy And Envy

Jealousy is crimson
Envy is green
They can make you vindictive
They can make you so mean!

They raise up their heads
So ugly and cruel
At inopportune moments
They can make you a fool!

You blow up in anger
And take a great fit
To find you're in error
And now must admit!

Why do we do it?
Why are we prone
To fits of frustration
When proof is unknown?

It has no place
In a loving affair
So have faith in your partner
Give them some air!

It will go a long way
To a happier time
If you trust each other
And your hearts are in rhyme!

Jealousy is crimson
Envy is green
They can make you vindictive
They can make you so mean!

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Cyber Sister And Brother

Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop Have a cyber brother I did meet on line Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine He said one day we were separated at birth His comment amused me and filled me with mirth Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins My cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan Even check my inbox before going to the can She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’ He’d love to sing with Dolly – I guess he’s one of many Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind But Cathie said no, I guess she’s being real kind From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother If I had to choose one I couldn’t wish for another It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty But the heartburn I have is caused by my love For dear sister Jan's given my heart a big shove Collaboration between J Allison and J Ellison © Jack Ellison 2014

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The Christmas Gift

My friend had a Christmas gift
He wanted to give me;
He shushed it was a secret
And I couldn't see.

It's awful not knowing
What a present is:
It's like getting stuck
In a cryptogrammic quiz.

He laughed
When I begged for a hint,
With an evil snicker
At my hapless predicament.

But as I steamed,
I looked about:
A light snow was falling,
And it was so very peaceful out.

The year had its struggles,
We nearly lost the place,
But that sudden promotion
Put me at a more amiable pace.

Janell gave me an awful scare
When she found a lump on her breast;
We prayed pretty hard,
But she aced every test.

Sadie and Jeff
Gave a grandchild last spring:
The sweetest, dark-haired girl
That life could bring.

I felt a little misty
As I stood there,
But he hadn't told me about the gift
And it just wasn't fair!

I thought of the fancy paper,
And I saw my grandbaby stand;
I thought of the lacy ribbon,
And I felt my wife's hand.

Something was happening to me,
I couldn't tell,
But it dawned
As clear as a bell.

There were gifts
That I had gotten,
Not in boxes and paper,
How could I have forgotten?

Saving our home
Was a gift, indeed,
And my wife's health,
What more did I need?

The grandbaby, in my arms,
Made me feel alive;
You know, I heard angels
Right there in the drive.

I wanted a gift,
But what gifts I'd received;
"Merry Christmas," my friend grinned,
"Now do you believe?"

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I am not one to write of the happiest of years
Or muse at a setting where others would cheer,
I cannot pen a poem for those who I hold dear
For I feel the letters hang whilst the rhyming scheme sneers.

Though I would rather talk of eyes, so clear down to the core
And how my heartbeat sighs when I hear his spirit roar,
Of the majesty I find within his locked doors
A simple bond of kind that allows my soul to soar.

Time it seems would halt for the memories I hold
Encased in sheets of silver, bathed in words of gold,
Secrets shared between us and yet not ever told
Entities once separate now bind within one mould.

Endless measured moments spent tracing all our lines
And each strand within them, each curve and dip divine,
In borrowed time we relished as each solemn thread entwined,
The silent start of purity neither yours nor mine
But a life belonging, wherein you and I combine.?

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Some Days Are Diamonds

Some days are diamonds, some days are stone Words from a John Denver song It definitely applies to real life situations A lot of things can surely go wrong They say it depends on which side of the bed You get up on and slip into your slippers Sounds to me like a lot of whoola boola You alone are the scale tipper Can hear you now, “another rah rah poem” Wake up happy, diddly doo! Sure works for me and I'm nothing special Why wouldn't it work for you It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it Gonna keep sending them out to you Feel I was destined to spread the good word To turn skies from grey to blue © Jack Ellison 2013

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Thank You

You watched when they were gone.
You cared when no one knew.
We never would've made it
if it hadn't been for you.

You grew up way to early.
You gave up all you had.
Your mother never thanked you
and you've never known your dad.

There's no way I can say this
to make you understand.
I realize how much you gave us
when you could barely stand.

You cared for us and sheltered
the ones she gave away.
The thanks you got were never heard...
that is, untill today.

A sister through the troubled times
is an understatement at best.
But, I hope you know you're loved,
and you're held above the rest.

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Riding The Roost

Some call me prolific I call me obsessed Some say I'm a kook I say I'm blessed It's all that I think of Poems from the heart But silly damn nonsense Is still my main art Takes the same effort To make people laugh As it does to depress them To make you gasp So this here is me Just little old me A happy old duffer Filled with much glee So next time you're looking For a morning boost Check out this old Jester He'll be riding the roost © Jack Ellison 2013

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eating the lotus

Mr. Eli is such a nice guy, 
his skin's a pretty Lilly white
'times when my placebo ain't workin'
my personal pill prescribing plight

generically i'm very uncommon
as i always fill the proprietary
Mr. Merck is the plan's official shaman
Sista Pfizer fills caps as secondary

my apathy ain't getting any better
but 'least now, i don't much care
linkin' addiction's such a fetter
pharmacologically way beyond compare

Paxil's take leaves us all depressed
patently dubious claims to prescribe
diseases mongering male pattern baldness
script me a cure for my hypochondria vibe

my Doc gets me a thirty day supply
and even calls my pusher's service
they'd never leave me high-'n'-dry
we'd all be sweatin', anxiously nervous

'cause ya see - they're just as hooked
on the green that passes in between
we both rely that the tablet's cooked
can't live without it and start to wean

now ya know why i'm a lotus eater
gonna be one for the rest of my life
claimin' health plan's deductible sweeter
gonna heal myself with ignorant blithe

the mix is extracted from the lotus
ground fine and refined to my creed
we all need a little somthin' for impetus
got my catharsis - my narcotic - my need

© Goode Guy 2013-01-16

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Life's A Slice

In spite of my advancing years One thing always remains consistent My joy for life, love and happiness The blues are almost nonexistent Why was I chosen to be the lucky soul With this devil-may-care attitude While others can't seem to catch a break Every day they're screwed and tatooed Is it just the luck of the draw Do we really have any say in the matter You can surely bet your sweet bippy we do Betcha think I'm mad as a hatter Where did that silly old saying originate What is a mad hatter anyway Must be from the dark ages methinks Don't heard of those guys nowadays Okay, seems I've drifted a bit off the track To get back to my love of life Guess I'll just let the good times roll Jump up and yell, “life's a slice!” © Jack Ellison 2013

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The World Is Our Oyster

As mornings go, this one's a beaut What more is there to say As I greet the world with a great big smile And hope y'all have a great day! The world is our oyster I've heard it said Not wild about oysters but hey I understand what they were trying to tell us Be happy, it's the only way To cope with all of life's ups and downs The good days and the sad Some days you'd like to throw in the towel But hang in there, it ain't so bad Tomorrow is always an exciting new day With all of it's promise and joy So if you approach it with great big smile It'll be like a brand new toy Do you think I practice what I preach Well I certainly try my best To deserve this opportunity I was given As I continue along on life's quest © Jack Ellison 2013

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The Wings of Joy 2K11

As Angels - are hearts not too blessed with wings? Like One's first love - is or were there not joy? As Pilots - do hearts not too recieve wings? Like Bald's soar - don't hearts upon wings of joy?

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Efforts become fruitless when there is nothing to bear
Voices losses expression when they cannot be heard
Laughter is a burden when it can’t be shared
Joy disappears when it refuses to spread
Nothing seems to count much without others
The joys of life are gotten from our hearts reaching out
Without which everything seems to dry out
A loud emptiness which cannot be smothered

But something is worse than not being able to care
That is when it all seems to bring forth pain
Pain that leaves you with a sense of despair
Springing up and staring you at the face

Then everything turns out so sour
Every action is now weighed on a sliding scale
Every smile now produces a frown
So unbearable, all you feel is a stabbing pain

So clueless of how to get out of this night
Especially when the feedback is it serves you right
But my heart still wants to play its blissful tune
And hopes this time you don’t get out of tune

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Fight for what you love,
For what's right,
For what you believe in.
Just fight.

Believe in what you want.
Believe in who you are.
Believe in prayer,
And in wishes on stars.

Pray about mistakes.
Pray for what you need.
Pray for those you love.
Pray in faith, not in greed.

Love those in your life.
Love the little things.
Love your tribulations,
Because they help you get your dreams.

Dream with faith behind them.
Dream without inhibitions.
Accomplished dreams are celebrations.
Dream as high as the stars you wish on.

Celebrate each moment.
Celebrate each year,
With joy and with laughter,
Some emotion and some tears.

Laugh without limitations.
Laugh at those trying to hold you back.
Laugh and learn to move on.
Laugh like you don't know how to act.

Learn to move on from your mistakes.
Learn to persevere and be strong.
Learn to listen and inspire.
Learn to pick yourself up and keep on.

Inspire yourself.
Inspire those around you.
Be inspired by the life you see.
Put inspiration in everything you do.

Live without any regrets.
Live with a smile on your face.
Live with pride in what you're doing,
And not with other people's disgrace.

Do what you believe in.
Do what you feel is best.
Do what you have to to become who you want to be.
Do you and don't worry about the rest.

Be someone you can respect.
Be happy when you see your reflection.
Be strong when no one else is.
Be unafraid when the time comes for action.

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The tragedy is...
when one finds himself alone,
relying on dreams that die before they are being born;
seasons renew themselves, his hasty years can't otherwise!   

Love gently strokes with indelible joy the portrait of happy faces, 
and its colors blend in to immortalize those realistic images:
by placing roses in the hands of an elegant lady;
grant her lifetime' wish, love her with dignity! 

The tragedy is...
having a lot to say, but afraid to speak words,
all the while she awaited your approval of indecisive lover;
constantly checking the mail-box for another letter!

Showers of confetti swirling in the festive air so delusional...
is a parade of an urealized  thought to attract the trivial imagination,
see reality as it is:  earn trust by being more caring and lovable;
fulfill her needs, and she will satisfy yours with true intention!

The tragedy is...
most men wait for that opportunity to open up,
to reveal the sensitive side of the their fearful and silent heart;
and keeping affection from their women, can cost them much happiness!     

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Tall Tales

With muse in hand I must come up with great stories
That it keeps it's seeker longing for more of it's caption
free verse sonnet haiku or just stopping on by
I'm sure that there's something you may find very interesting

Tribute To Writers Here At

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's
Poulter's Measure
GL All

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herbert- A GIVEN

Joy's spiritual
Joy is here,and now
He will show you how

Inspired by John 15:11

Note: This quatrain form is labelled after and inspired by a verse from George Herbert(1593-
1633) poem 'Discipline.'It has the rhyme scheme abab in 5/5/3/5 syllables.Here is that verse 
by George

Love is swift of foot
Love's a man of war
    and can shoot
And can hit from a far

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More often than not is it assumed
I do not have a heart
I shun those who attempt to know me
Before anything can start

But these past few months I've come to learn
That having a heart's not so bad
I've let myself trust, and open up vulnerability
And for that I am glad.

I never meant to hold back
I did so, but didn't realize
That you needed more than simply words
Frustration brimmed in your eyes

I wanted us to work
To have what happy couples do
But slowly I was pushing you away
And I never even knew

You're an amazing person
With so much life and honest bliss
Our intimate moments, our laughs and goals
Are what I'll truly miss

Now we travel our own directions
Approaching the fork where our paths must part
Just know I'll always care so much for you
You'll hold a place forever dear in my heart.

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The Cardboard Box

I built a cardboard house
that came with four large flaps.
And when they're folded over
the roof it over-lapse.

I have to crouch inside it.
It's not made very tall.
But when I go to stand up
the roof gives way and all.

It hasn't got a window.
It's dark without a light
and nothing to be feared
when nothing is in sight.

I can't lay down inside it.
It's much too small to sleep
and if I start to nod off,
I'll hit the wall and weep.

I live alone inside it.
There isn't room for more.
And if someone came over
they'd see there is no door.

I haven't got a mailbox
and live with no address.
And if you want to find me
you'll simply have to guess.

I move around quite often.
It's not my place to brag.
But you won't say I'm rich
when I grab my house and drag.

I'm happy once inside it
and live from day to day.
And if you should come over,
I'll flip it and we'll play.

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Smile At Your Brother

We're all brothers and sisters In this great big world of ours Let's try living as one happy family Replacing guns with flowers Getting down to the bottom of it We all treasure the same old thing A quiet and comfortable living Inner peace that happiness brings Though we look at things quite differently That's what makes us all unique Each one is just searching for happiness But with an independent streak Our skin may have a different hue But when touched, it feels the same We always put one foot in front of the other We're all part of the same old game The answer to peace is really quite simple Respect for our fellow man We each can make a difference I say The solution is in our hands © Jack Ellison 2014

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How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!

Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?

Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise; 
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.

Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.

And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I look outside I don't see snow I don't see ice on the trees All I see is palm trees and ocean As far as my eyes can see Must've died and gone to heaven Could explain this feeling euphoric Or maybe coz I'm lying on a beach It's utterly phantasmagoric They say temps are below normal But this guy ain't feeling no freeze I'm sure not shivering uncontrollably No knocking down in my knees It'll definitely be over way too soon So I'll enjoy myself while I can I'll slather myself up with SPF 30 And end up with a gorgeous tan When I get back to civilization And show off my sun tanned bod Ladies will swoon and faint away To see this adonis-like god! © Jack Ellison 2013 Wrote this last year while enjoying a vacation in sunny Florida!

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The Quartet

A little boy is made of
his mother’s love and dreams,
embodiment of the future
fulfilling Daddy’s schemes.

A mother’s heart will melt and run
at wonder in his eyes
when he first espies a rainbow
or bright star in the skies.

Can Mother’s heart contain the love
or Dad’s such intense pride
as must be theirs when their four sons
are lined up side by side?

Though sometimes it is hard to pray
amidst unending noise,
they know God hears their gratitude
for their loved little boys.

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You chastise me continually,
At home, even in the car;
What I should do, what I should say,
Who do you think you are.

You want me to be perfect,
Do everything just right,
And if I'm not you'll tell me,
So I try with all my might.

Not that I'm a door mat,
You can't push me around,
I'll try and try and try again,
And then I'll stand my ground.

If something doesn't turn out right,
You know you're not to blame,
So you turn to me with ire,
And curse and call me names.

It matters not I'm sorry,
If indeed I'm wrong,
It matters not my innocence,
If blame does not belong,

With me in any shape or way,
The lecture will go on,
Reiterate, discuss, debate,
Till self esteem is gone.

Be perfect and you say again,
Be perfect just like you;
But I'm not and cannot be,
I'm just me through and through.

I tried to please you, yes I did,
I tried with all my might;
But that's not good enough for you,
So you go fly a kite.

(some people couldn't be pleased if you peed in their ice cream)

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Raise up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he won't stray;
And teach him the laws of good common sense,
To ensure his well being, and pray;

And remember to teach by example as well,
For in preaching he hears only words.
He must see these ideals at work in your life,
To accept them in his and concur,

To live each new day the best that he can,
And cleave to the straight, narrow path;
For they learn what they live, these children of ours,
And today's all the time that we have.

                                                                              Proverbs 29:15

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What's more passionate
that closing dreamy eyes
to lips that surrender...
isn't it a lover's passion?

Summer should be blamed,
for the  strong scent of its flowers 
that is inhaled while kisses are given, 
but that's the secret of every lover!

In Fall days no longer seem eternal,
as a lover's passion increases with the chill;
perhaps their fire is more intense in this season...
when warmth is denied by the parting sun!

Leaves begin to fall and paths
are adorned with loveliness, that's where all lovers
stroll to rekindle the passions of by-gone seasons;
and yet spring is their favorite.

What's more intimate than caresses
given by warm hands followed by a kiss?
Isn't a lover's passion expressed gently as lips draw closer,
to replenish what was lost in remote time as those yesterdays?

Our desire is more than a mutual feeling,
it lays its hope on faithfulness to revive
that promise recited in revered silence as soft whispers;
life will end, but this lover's passion never will!.  

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procrastination wanted to be my name.
my esteem threatened to be as wee as an elf.
trying to better myself was the game.
i tried shadowboxing with myself.

hey, i started to be on time one day.
i patted myself on the back.
i got a make over, by the way,
and cut myself some slack.

random acts of kindness took work,
but i found i was glad to do it.
complaining less nearly drove me berserk,
but it did help to increase my wit.

being human still makes me meek and fallible.
i just try to make amends and smile.
my esteem is now eye-height and tangible.
saying sage quotes as a winner is my style.

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Boyhood Optimism

T'was a bright new world way back when My whole future lay just up ahead Nothing could have ever darkened my skies Had absolutely nothing to dread The powers that be had a handle on things We went about our daily routine Never worried about the ills of the world As content as we've ever been As I've grown older and now a senior Still have that boyhood optimism There's still killings and much destruction But positive in spite of the isms The world has never been an idyllic place Since the very beginning of time So go with the flow it's the best thing to do Things will seem brighter you'll find May seem like an ruddy expert on life That person has yet to be born Just bumble along as best that you can And wake with a smile each morn T'was a bright new world way back when © Jack Ellison 2013

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Viss And Pinegar

Full of viss and pinegar lately
Do I really need to explain 
Sailing along on top of the world
Mr. Happy Pants is my name

Ignore all that real nasty stuff
It sure ain't gonna get any better
Live for the moment, enjoy yourself
Be a happiness trend setter

It will definitely rub off on others
On everyone you meet and see
You'll soon have the reputation
For being a source of joy like me

So giggle, chuckle, let out a roar
The time is fast running out
To change the way we live our lives
With viss and pinegar I shout

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Love Awaits The Souls

All are we

One half of a soul

Traveling through this life

Once again to be whole


In the heartbeat of another

The rhythm to our rhyme

Long ago, a dance started

Shared again in this time


In their eyes found

Love's light returned

Reflection of the self

Many lessons have been learned


Touch do they deep

Core of all you are

Though separate may you be

No place that far


Feel them can you always

Never far behind

In every breath, every moment

Always on your mind


Find can we many

Ways to block our path

Defined by perceptions

Risk not ego's wrath


Short is our time

In this world spent

Return to your purpose

For which here, you were sent


Follow your passion

Once again, be free

Others opinions matter not

For, your truth cannot they see


Close your eyes, feel the rhythm

Continue does the dance

Love awaits the souls

Willing to take the chance

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My Plea

For something already established
   engraved in trust
untouched before you.
For connections unbreakable by life
   sewn in our spirit
hard to explain by words previous.
For healing of perfection
   born in spring
brought on by your first hello.
For security of the untouchable
   breathing consistency
erasing tears of anticipated disappointment.
For my plea of togetherness
   fulfilled forever even when unseen
issued deepness beyond love.
For ever prayed
   arrived though misconceived
not always about me.
For vows loyal
   do not require rules
extend past physical, me and you.


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I have painted a red sunset for a special valentine
on the largest and finest canvas known to  Mankind,
with happy visions of lovers sailing on a ship dazzled by light,
hoping that love will make their adventerous hearts bind! 

Come, sweetheart let's escape and dream,
where this rose-petals-covered sea may lead,
with your head resting on my shoulder, and my warm hands
hands spread across your fast-beating revive romance!  

I have honored the memory of this Cupid's day with sweet intent,
with something that will outlast beauty and time,
and without a signed name to identify its artist...
they will gess who he was and feel how intense was his desire!

Let's sit on the deck and watch the parade of the erogenous stars,
and each of them is a dream that will be revealed by fate as kisses
inflamed by passion, make love more intense and pleasurable...
nothing we'll be withheld, or left unsaid in these embraces so sentimental!  

I have painted a red sunset for a special Valentine,
for that one deserving recognition as a token of my endless gratitude;
and my dedication will unveil the scope of my amplitude...
cherish it, lover to remind you of someone whose love was too sublime!

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Check With Jack

If you're having a bad day Check in with Jack Things not going your way Check in with Jack If your life's filled with gloom Check in with Jack If your heart's filled with doom Check in with Jack If your life's in the dumper Check in with Jack If each day's a bummer Check in with Jack Can you see a real pattern Developing here Did you check in with Jack To allay all your fears There's no one to blame But yourself I say Not following my advice You'll get lost in the fray CHECK IN WITH JACK!!! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Finding You

I look for you in the jostling crowd
Being pushed about in the angry human waves
I find you finding me
We move towards each other

I rejoice in your warm embrace
My tears fall freely
Relief washes over me
You are my beacon of hope

But then we separate
My hand lingering in yours
Our fingers slip through
I scream your name, though in vain

Then we reunite
Though covered in soot, I feel beautiful
Although our homestead can no longer hold us
Our lives shall be intertwined forever

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On The Smile Side

Felicity, when there is melancholy,
is a feat most peculiar.
Likewise, smiles are parallel to joy
while frowns are perpendicular.

To promote happiness
allows "the pent" to unwind.
Their health will become in the pink
and better longevity they will find.

Elation and glee that just simmers should be wanted,
for both are as sweet and fragrant as a nosegay.
Coaxing "the bitter" to relinquish their anger
is a task for "the happy" not to stray.

Being a clown, cheerleader, or simply one  who is nice
should be made hard for others to not adopt.
The synergy of all of our joy and encouragement
will make us "one" and should be something to opt.

Persuasion to have a sense of well-being
starts with the key of offered good sentiments.
Grins, emotional hugs, and pats on the back
should not be selfish games  but personal commandments.

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Better Now

I'm not going anywhere
Though I've tried to leave
You acted like you didn't even care
See the proof beneath my sleeve

I'm not going anywhere
Dont worry about me
Though this life ain't fair
I'm fine now, don't you see?

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Life's A Grabber

Life's a grabber, ain't it? With all of its up and downs Never know what's in store Best to be a clown! Whatever life hurls at you Just laugh and giggle away Time to worry tomorrow Tomorrow's another day! This is my own philosophy Won't work for everyone Give it a whirl, let it go Kick it up, have some fun! Life will be long and happy With sunshine every day Don't worry bout the forecast Just smile and chuckle away! Life's a grabber, ain't it? Don't waste it on some frowns Click your heels, skip along Turn nasty upside down! © Jack Ellison 2014

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I may never be wealthy,
I may never have fame,
I may never travel,
Or own my own plane.

I may never see sunsets,
In far away places,
Or meet famous people,
Or learn courtly graces;

But I have seen sunsets,
Unmatched by the others,
And the people I have met,
Are my sisters and brothers.

The wealth that I have,
Is neither silver or golden,
But one thing is sure,
It can never be stolen.

                                                                                                     Proverbs 22:2

                                  Philippians 4:11

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One must have change,
to understand and appreciate the past,
in order to move on!

(c) Rosemarie Schrock
 Dec. 11, 2008

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Dawn light sparkles with crimson rays,
My eyes marvel at brand new day;
Look to the East where all things start,
Confront new feast with cheery heart.

Dawn light sets free new pulse and zest,
My soul finds me on a bold quest;
Look deeper still to find my way,
Seek to keep will ready for play.

Dawn light speaks clear of harvest boom,
My heart now cheers blossoms and blooms;
Look deep within to sense a fount,
Plot win unseen as style now mounts.

Dawn light spurs moves in cast of light,
My mind lines grooves in-sync with flight;
Look beyond things to journey quest,
Prime playful swing to rapture zest.

Dawn light hurls joy with time to dance,
My words employ a glimpse of chance;
Look to this day to spin and weave,
Play funds grand pay to front fond gifts.

Dawn light flings time to take my time,
My life hurls rhymes to echo chimes;
Look to the East to these firm shores,
Strange Merlion beast for spice and more.

Leon Enriquez
23 Mar 2014

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Modus Operandi

Some days are up some are down Seems like there's no rhyme or reason Maybe the weather, maybe the news Maybe it's the change of season Usually a very upbeat old duffer Been this way since I was a young'un Makes for a much happier existence At my best when I'm just a-funnin' Sure like to pass on my modus operandi But it's easier said than done All I can say is wake up with a smile Your days will be filled with fun At times people say my smiling face Can really be quite annoying “Don't you want to strangle the cat at times Grab her by the tail and swing” Must confess I do have those days But they're few and quite far between It's really a case of mind over matter You'll be happier than you've ever been © Jack Ellison 2013

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Owe no man anything but love,
And pay off all your debts;
And when you give, give from the heart,
And all you give, forget.

Be willing just to lend your aid,
To anyone in need.
Don't worry 'bout your recompense,
Or tally your good deeds;

For that just leads to selfish pride,
And generates contention,
And paves the way for much discord,
And clouds the spirit's vision;

But look ahead at all the things,
The Father's done for you,
And all the things He's doing now,
And all that He will do.

Then ask yourself what you can do,
To show appreciation,
For all that you've received, No Charge,
Save love and veneration.

              Romans 13:8

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Independent with People

We are independent with people on earth
Our mortal angels are always there to assist us
But, we can never be independent in everything
God is our everything


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Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.

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Guiding Choice (Quatrain)

The heart and mind battles with faith and hope entwined.
Each heart has hope for faith with empowerment for glory.
Our minds analyses factual existence,
He gave us both, heart and mind, choice the different guidance.

quatrain form in a poulter's measure style for Brians contest.

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Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away! 

Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!

We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.

Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.

Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.

Note:  These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but  the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband 
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the  
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.

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Live Without Sorrow

Raise your voices,
May yourself be heard!
Stick up for whats right,
And be open to learn.

Laugh when you cry,
And sing when you yell.
Lifes is to short,
To mourn, or dwell!

Write with your heart,
May inner words be spoken!
Put back the peices,
That people have broken.

Because the day is to young,
To think about tomarrow.
So live in the now,
And let go of your sorrow.

Watch it fly away,
Fading... so slowley.
Because when it's gone away,
There will be no worry.

So fly with the birds,
Flow away with the breeze.
But always remember,
Life's more than it seems.

So off to your day,
But please keep in mind,
If you believe in yourself,
Your true self you will find.

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Let me live, a little bit,
The lives of other men,
That I may better understand,
The ways of some of them.

Remind me often of my goal,
And be my steady source,
Of strength and courage through the years,
And help me hold my course.

Let me not be quick to judge,
Nor slow to lend an ear,
That I may somehow ease a pain,
Or wipe away some tear;

But if at times my temper flares,
And I should hurt another,
Forgive me Lord, and ease the pain,
I may have caused my brother.

Jesus said:

In other words, what goes around comes around.
One of the greatest shocks of life is finding out that people are not perfect;
but an even greater shock is finding out that neither are we.

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Have you ever imagined the feeling Of soaring above the clouds Only the breeze between you and the earth Away from the bustling crowds With the occasional sound of the fiery blast That keeps your airship afloat An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude As you sail your celestial boat Imagine the absolute total serenity As you take in the breathtaking view Corn fields that go on forever and ever Mountains that reach for the blue Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze Above the clouds you soar A feeling of contentment and inner peace Emanates from your every pore © Jack Ellison 29014

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Constance holds the key to freedom,
she'll never sit down and die of boredom;
all the free things we don't think of or see,
are there for everyone to experience and enjoy.

Employers buy our time to give them service;
if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness?
The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell...
weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?

Look around there many more for us to discover...
the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water,
and without them the earth would be an arid desert;
and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death.

Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, 
and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately;
she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue...
welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do.

Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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It's Sure Been A Blast

Each one of our precious children Is different and very unique We brought them up in the very same way But they all have different techniques They each look at life very differently Some cynical, some full of fun The fun loving ones are much like me Enjoying each day in the sun Before you know it, the end approaches I'm ready, it's sure been a blast We never know when our number is up So enjoy yourself right to the last Quite philosophical wouldn't you say Taken seven decades of living To understand the real important things Ignoring life's many misgivings So there you have it, my take on life Don't pretended to know-it-all Just passing along some stuff I've learned Bottom line is just have a ball © Jack Ellison 2013

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The Candles In The House

The candles in the house
Bring all the love around.
Warmth is shed for us to share;
The calming night erases all despair.

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The Neapolitan tarantella
is a folk dance very graceful and lively,
it was inspired by someone having been 
bitten by a poisonous Taruntula.

It's fast up-beat tempo
induces a frenzied dance in a solo,
or a couple...and as they dance they sweat out
the poison of the spider's bite.

Grandma used to sing this folklorist song,
and I danced with her while loud mandolins 
and tambourines accompanied her cheerful singing...
there wasn't an awkward note in her voice. 

The Neapolitan tarantella, with its frantic rhythms
and shrill harmonies infused passion in great composers,
and Mendelssohn wrote his symphony...
a song dance was composed by Rossini.

The Neapolitan tarantella grandiosely plays   
and everyone stops and listens to its low and high-pitched melody,
and with little hesitation they start to dance...
beneath my veranda, these folks put on a look of festivity.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Golden Light of Evening

The Golden Light Of Evening

In the golden light of evening
when the day is letting go
I sit among the shadows
and watch the fires' grow.

Bewitched, it's beauty lures me,
like a sirens' song it calls
to embrace me with it's loveliness
as evenings curtain falls.

With a sigh I let it take me
where it leads me I will go
for I am promised rapture
within its' amber glow.

Basking in the shining glory
of this heavenly display
from my weary heart is lifted
all my burdens of the day.

Then as the suns last brilliant rays
prepare for final flight
it reaches out with lovers arms
to kiss the world goodnight.

Held captive by this beauty
my sorrows fade away
and I have gained the treasure
of the golden end of day.

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Ode to Birthdays

Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!

(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)

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The Plan

These days my heart pumps slowly 
For fear of faling too fast
It clings to what it desires
And hopes the feeling will last

My spirit has taken a detrimental glide
And I'm free falling on faith alone
I am learning to trust God's will be done
And to live as he would condone

Days are rough and I can't help but think
Of you, your thoughts, your heart
I'm trying to be strong and with God I can
But I've missed you from the start

Little things we've done and the good times
Are all I seem to recall
I know had we done things accordingly
God would have ensured we'd never fall

You have a great heart and gentle spirit
Some recent things I don't understand
But I know it's not up to me to fear it
Because somehow, it's part of God's plan

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Tea Time

Earl Grey with burgemont
Cream and sugar  please
Steeped in water piping hot
Calms the ill at ease

Sweet aroma fills the nose
Taste buds jump with glee
Hear the kettle as she blows
Tea time now for me.


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Brand new life

Brand new life

Life it can be sad or sweet
The secret lies in you
If in every day you meet
Each moment as brand new

Then you will your life transform
Your mind it will be still
A brand new you, it will be born
How wonderful you’ll feel

Take a look so deep within
You’ll find the secret there
For just beneath the ugly din
You’re free from every care

Then joy will take on over you
You’ll bubble deep within
And everything will feel brand new
Let the melody begin

Forget the future and the past
For these just phantoms be
Then you shall have a brand new life
Brim filled with mystery

6 July 2014 @ 1505hrs.

Written for Kelly's 'Not any old Quatrain'

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Do I like to receive 'em?
You better believe it!
A day without accolades
I couldn't conceive it

I mope around moaning
My head hanging down
I feel like Eeyore
Wearing a frown

But sure as shootin'
Someone sends me cheer
And I'm once again grinning
From ear to ear

For the rest of the day
I'm floating on air
Nothing can depress me 
No worries no cares

If you'd like to contribute
To my mental wellbeing
Send me some happy
My face will be beaming

©Jack Ellison 2012

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Wowsers, just looked outside
Can't find any dirty black clouds
Only see totally clear blue skies
Makes me wanna shout out loud

Hallelujah, happy I'm still alive
Alternative is not very appealing
Hard to breathe six feet under
Must be a claustrophobic feeling

Let's not talk about dying and stuff
On this happy sunshiny day
Positive thoughts are only allowed
So pay attention to what I say

Smile and everyone smiles with you
It's a natural human reaction
Be first to start a whole new trend
You could call it “GiggleAction”

©Jack Ellison 2012

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To define the word 'exuberance'
One need not go to the Net
Watch two puppies meet on the street
That's as happy as happy gets

That's real 'exuberance' personified
As they tug upon the leash
Tails both wagging a mile a minute
A couple of ecstatic beasts

What if we allowed 'em both to go free
Exploring until they dropped
They'd surely be two happy pooches
Till in their dog house they flopped

We could learn a lesson from these guys
Begin each day with a smile
Cram in as much as you possibly can
Never know if it's your final mile

©Jack Ellison 2012

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I Am Me again

Sweetest kiss
Gentlest touch
Softest caress
Humble embrace

Kind words
Warm heart
Legs trembling
Eyes fluttering

Tears of joy
Release of laughter
Genuine smile
Caring soul

Spirit is uplifted
Faith is restored
Trust in God
Peace is found

Wall’s broken down
Intentions were heard
Feelings are mutual
Happiness is bliss...

I am me again!

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like wildfire

like gossip, love's epidemiology
causal, a vector rampant spreading
has another uncontrolled physiology
a loving caring directional heading

love can't grow in a Petri dish
unless you're an amoeba or other cell
if agape's agar to feed, would wish
then i'd suppose it could, as well

diseased with affection and devotion
the prognosis a fortunate telling
incurable in time, your love's emotion
opportunistic transmission compelling

we could seclude with quarantine
but why would we want to isolate
and keep inside of what i mean
an infective germ so obviously great

to catch a love disease, not so good
on some picnic blanket by river of love
as catching love to be, could, would
with your desire of desires, free of

animosity for all of sentient beings
to less thinking with other leanings
hard to be unaffected when all around
everyone, everything is happily bound

one to another and each bound to all
devotedly catching incurable contagion
laughing 'til crying and having a ball
loving each other, and all civilization

what a lovely way we could live life
if we could forgive and forget our ire
without avarice, worry, or greedy strife
just let the love spread like wildfire

© Goode Guy 2011-06-21 

hit me with your best shot... ;-)

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I'm a New Man

She showed me the me I never knew
I never even thought I could be
She taught me to love with all my heart
She showed me how to truly see

She helped me to be someone more than I dared
She really showed me how to be a man
She taught me that man isn’t so tough at all
But one who does the best he can

She allows me to be all that I want
She lets me explore her land and her seas
She tells me that she is happiest when
We’re together, as I am also pleased

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How were the merits of Jesus Christ applied to our souls

The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Especially Baptism
Which restore us to the friendship of God


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Falotzing In Greebert

There is a place beyond the clouds,
Greebert is its name;
Fun in that place grows on trees
And all of life's a game.
The people there are always young,
And no one ever dies;
And time in Greebert seems to stop,
Even though it flies.
Anything is possible there,
That land where Happy rules;
A perfect, peaceful getaway
For all us nutty fools.
The trip is free from here to there,
It isn't hard to find;
Imagination's all you need,
Cause Greebert's in your mind.
So go falotzing any time
You're always welcome there.
The place where all your dreams come true
And magic's in the air.

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Zowie, Yikes And Holy Gadzooks

Zowie, yikes
And holy gadzooks!
It's that really silly
Poetry kook

Coming at you
With giggles galore
Funnies, chuckles
And so much more

A formula for sailing
Right through the day
Laugh at your troubles
It's better that way

No sense complaining
It makes you feel sad
Just think of it folks
Things really aren't bad

It could be worse
You could live in a shoe
Have dozens of kids
And animals too

No place to sit
While watching TV
Need to draw numbers
For a seat if you please

I'm a bit off the track
'Cause it's all about fun
Choose every day
To follow the sun

Really no matter
If clouds fill the sky
You can still go 'round
With a gleam in your eye

Zowie, yikes
And holy gadzooks!
Hope I've helped
Getting rid of your spooks

If just for an instant
Or just for a while
It's mission accomplished
If I've made someone smile

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I take Mr. Webster's pages
Season rather well
Toss t4hem in a noisy blender
Stir them up pell-mell

If you find therein some meaning
I am doing well
'Cause I am just a used-words merchant
I've nothing else to sell

So here I am, past seventy
A prattling, wordy fool
My friends all say, and I agree
I should go back to school

I can learn from textbooks proper ways
The way to do it right
And scribble pretty words of  love
That blossoms in the night

But what does this boy know of love?
I've only loved one girl
Since back when I was seventeen
And I had hair, with curls

Society says love comes and goes
And girls move in and out
But I don't understand their way
Or what it's all about

So I'll just keep my long-time girl
Who wears my wedding ring
There is no Jeezebel in her
She treats me like a king

So i can never write of love
As forlorn tragedy
I can only write of love
AsI found it to be

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Salt And Gold

My tears of elation are not tears at all.
Each one; worth its salt, worth all weight in gold.
Each one; a pearl feather, which glows as it falls,
And soaks in to settle the hope that I hold.

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Fifth Step Zanzusie With a Joy, Joy!

Plodding, trodding, onward I went,
Through a life of self-targeted perfidy. 
Onward, outward, straight up and bent,
Toward Second Half-Century City.

Finally lost, with nothing but need,
Flailing, wailing, and sick,
I sat myself down, drank the last of my mead,
And saw a gecko, sunning on a stick.

Its eyes were opals, skin of amethysts,
Garnets and emeralds, square and round.
When it spoke, the air danced in fits,
And out came a euphonious, female sound. 

“I’ve been waiting; at last, you finally came!
Though you’re more worn than you should be.”
Shocked though I was, I asked for her name,
And she laughed singing out, “I’M ZANZUSIE!”

You’re a female, I cried, I didn’t understand,
And feeling just shy of frenetic!
“Of course!” she replied, “I need no man for my plan.
I’m a gecko. I’m parthenogenetic!”

“I am mother, sister, daughter and aunt.
I am every tear that you have ever shed.
I am truth, repose, raving and rant,
And I know the loneliness that you have fled.”

 “Oh, I am so glad to meet you,” said I, “I’m not well prepared.
There is little but dust in my pack.
Up at yonder gate, when they see how I’ve fared,
I’m afraid that they’ll turn me back!”

“Well let’s have an accounting,” said she, “of just who you are,
Where you’ve been, what you think, what you’ve done.
Tell me all, sweet spirit, banal and bizarre.
Oh quit sniveling, come on, it’ll be fun!

So I told every tale, every deed, every woe,
I had wrought, from the sane to the sick.
I purged out my life from a place far below,
To a gecko, sunning on a stick.

At the last, I was spent, gasping for air,
Not really sure I was through.
She reached out Loves touch and pushed back my hair,
Saying, “I have two things that belong to you.”

She opened her pack and took out pure light.
“Here is your Love, which you left behind.
You had to let go, during your plight,
To keep from losing your mind.”

Then she reached in and took out a song
That exalted every spirit and being.
“This is Forgiveness, its healing is strong,
But you dropped it while you were fleeing.”

“It is Forgiveness that now will make you complete
As you impart it to those who cause pain.
Give it to all, the mean and the sweet,
Absolve them all, again and again.”

Then she bade me go on toward the gate of my time,
And I knew that my life had at last begun.
And I owe it to her, so smug, so sublime.
Zanzusie, on a stick, in the sun.

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Sometimes life is rather dreary.
I can't quite seem to see things clearly.
I feel somehow that something's lost;
Though I'm not sure just quite what it was.

My life of late seems just a chore.
I'm lonely, depressed and just plain bored;
And then I think how good God is,
To give this little test, or quiz;

For when these times converge on me,
That's when my eyes can truly see,
The pain my sister maybe suffers,
And better understand and love her.

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No one can see the steadfast force
guiding me toward infinite peace,
an untroubled and limpid sea...
with glittering, foaming waves!

Some call it faith, I call it strength;
and somehow leads me to believe in destiny...
that the spirit cannot be broken easily
when the foundation is built on courage!

I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as 
I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble
on a smooth road, where evil is not present...  
to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful!

I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm,
and the pheasants sit in the golden branches;
the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them,
others have wished to savor such a sweetness!

A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs,
and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance...
the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments
as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance!

An oath of obedience I have made to God,
and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly...
in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord
whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me!

Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Ode To a Liar

Full of bluster and blow was this woman
Intricate lies and stories had become her fun
But when it came right down to proof
The truly innocent were those who won

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I choose Sunday as my leisure day,
and very glad to have accomplished much in forty hours:
I look at the Heavens and pray...
to delight in this blessed day among other ordinary days.    

If we all set apart a day to worship Him,
more blessings would be showered on us...
think of all his wonderfully kept promises
that inspired David to write Psalms for Him! 

I've seen sickness, desperation, unhappiness and poverty 
flourish in wretched souls that have given up on faith,
why have they chosen to live hopelessly and allow misery?
Have they ever sought God instead of indulging in mirth?     

Many of us may not be spiritual persons, or the ones with diseases,
but putting one day aside for reflection can mend our ways...
forget how to get rich and dream of sailing the high seas,
choose a special day among other ordinary days!

Entered in Frank Herrera's contest,
" One Stand Out Day "
written by Andrew Crisci

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When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.

Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"

The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?

They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate, 
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.

Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.

Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds; 
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.

On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!

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My Flower

There is a place I sometimes visit
When the worlds got me feeling low
Where my heart can stop pretending
and I can let my true self show

In a meadow next to nowhere
In a place I used to know
who's peace helps to ease my heart aches
where my special flower grows

It's just a simple flower
most others just can't see
why a tiny little flower
means so much to me

Sometimes I think that flower
is just a map of my own heart
with the roads of my emotions 
leading to each different part

the petals are not flashy
in fact they almost seem to hide
but each holds a world of meaning
and shows me how I feel inside

To some its just a flower
blooming once before it goes
for me it holds life's secrets
and what my heart wants me to know.

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The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees,
pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies...
forming a small lake, where playful robins
bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes.

Soon children will come out and act dippy...
chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties
fighting over their stuffed, torn bears;
oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility!  

The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color,
lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops:
tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor;
never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices.

The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss,
can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting?
He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting!
And will he create verses with *eloquence?

Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words

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How can I be joyful in the mist of sadness...
when every side of the Universe is subdued by darkness?
How real are the glimpses of a possible joy:
awaiting me and not being stalled by animosity?

Come gladness to fulfill this imaginary vision,
without causing an undesired emotion;
come tomorrow and ease the burden on me,
I can't find purpose by detaching myself from reality!

Musicians,grab your guitars and flutes
and make my dance more vibrant than the slender dudes;
I seldom have been denied noble freedom,
and wouldn't I have rebelled...not to allow martyrdom? 

Come and join me virtuosos with splendid voices,
invent another melody to make your music rhyme with my verses;  
to soothe those lonely souls seeking a pinch of  consolation
from flimsy faces that only offer repulsion!

How can your happiness be restored to its former glory?
Begin to change yourself and your worthless thoughts,
and achieve what others can't...without juggling with the odds;
and no reward is greater than the glimpses of a possible joy!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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A Gorgeous Ghostly Sight

Unmasked, that gorgeous ghostly sight.
White pumpkins on verdant vines.
Reflections glowing in sunlight.
Awaits awesome designs.

Either happy face or spook,
Imagination free.
The archduke passes by fluke.
What a sight he did see!

Orphans in the pumpkin patch,
Paint brushes in each hand.
Squiggly hair and lips to match.
The artistry was grand.

A sign beside the pumpkins –
Come get one; it is free!
Artist and receiver wins.
The day is filled with glee.

© November 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  "What No Orange Pumpkin" 
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

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It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!

Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 

Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!

Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!

On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   

Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Life's A Grabber

Life's a grabber, ain't it?
With all of its up and downs
Never know what's in store
Best to be a clown!

Whatever life hurls at you
Just laugh and giggle away
Time to worry tomorrow
Tomorrow's another day!

This is my own philosophy
Won't work for everyone
Give it a whirl, let it go
Kick it and have some fun!

Life will be long and happy
Sunshine every day
Don't worry bout the forecast
Just smile and chuckle away!

Life's a grabber, ain't it?
Don't waste it on some frowns
Click your heels, skip along
Turn nasty upside down!

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Life's Little Secret

I never really realized
How crucial friends can be
I used to think that one or two
Would be enough for me

But now I think I'm changing
How I view this need to share
Good things and the heartaches
With ones who really care

We moved here from the city
With a group of folks like us
To wile away our golden years
To relax and avoid the fuss

Since moving to this paradise
I'm now a different man
I welcome conversations
Bout neighbours and their plans

To share each other's happiness
And cry when losing one
We're all so very much alike
No matter where we're from

It's not a competition
To see who wins the prize
It's all about companionship
To feel the bonds that tie

Now if I were just to count them
There'd be twenty-five I'm sure
Some more close than others
But all of them top drawer

So if you see me walking tall
And whistling a happy tune
It's because I found life's secret
And it takes me to the moon

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As We Walk

Today I pondered, what is my purpose in this ancient world
As I tread in hand with my exquisite golden haired lady
To where the cerulean sky touches the primeval sea
The lacey gown of the ancient goddess above us sprawling

I consider the ground beneath, once covered by immortal ice
Grinding the very top soil that nurtures our secret Eden
Its eventual melting, carving our concealed island home
While we walk the beach upon the bones of creatures departed

Down to the waves where the mighty eagles fish for their hatchlings
The gulls crack the inky colored muscles upon the hard stones
The clams spout fountains of water from their soft sandy abodes
Hermits scurry before us as we kneel by the water’s edge

We give thanks for all that’s been provided by the great mother
Watching the cold sea approach and retreat with constant rhythm
As we both inhale the briny salt air, watching the tall sails
Holding her soft hand, twas at that moment I knew my purpose

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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The Rambling of a pen

Why dose the thought of god
Bring us tranquility
Why does the loss of control
Bring us harmony

Is it the Hands of God we fear?
	Hands that smite and take
Is it the Hands God we love?
	Hands that create

Is there a throne in the afterlife?
	Or is it a thought of men
Is there a throne in paradise?
	Or is to question it a sin

Shall we rest upon the clouds		
	To sleep in heavens peace
Shall it be a peaceful slumber		
I hope it will never cease

Shall I dream of this a little longer	
Until I see the face of God
Shall it be as the preachers say	
 My heart seems so flawed

Why don’t I dream of God
No care for his face
Why am I forlorn to doom
In this fated place

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Copy this Poem

Please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll.

Memorize each word.
Recite it to your teacher.
Spin it into a song
and preach it like a preacher.

Use sign language.
Transcribe it into Braille,
Aramaic, Chinese and
Spanish. Let the world

know that this poem
and any other poem
that you or I write
is worth the daylight.

So, please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll. 

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Memories of Gram's House

Gram, today we celebrate your birthday, so I decided to write you a poem
To tell how you were like my second mother, and your house, my second home

Many precious memories; my earliest one is sitting in the washtub taking a bath
Making cookies from leftover pie dough, sneaking over to see you by crawling on 
the path

Meals at the picnic table, gliding on the porch swing on a warm summer night
And when Gump came home from work, how I loved to jump out to give him a 

Many hours of playtime I fondly recall; under the steps, I was in a plane flying high 
Playing house in the yard with three rocks for my chairs, herding toy horses, as 
the hours passed me by

Thanks for all those holiday meals, for encouraging me to read God's word when 
I was young
Just for being such a wonderful grandma, giving me so many memories to 
cherish in the years to come!
                                                          Love Always,

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Velasco Riverside Park

[To the city of Freeport Texas]

Near diamond shaped
and backyard small,
a park that’s barely wider
than the trees it holds are tall. 

Where a warm gulf breeze rattles
sleeping Palm-tree leaves
composing a feral music 
filling ears with restful peace.

A gazebo just off center
beckons without words to say,
caring for its sitters
shade from a hot sun's ray.

Where I sit in noisy silence 
from cars passing by
enjoying tunes from wood birds 
like a love struck, male Magpie.

A testament to city workers
the grass there neatly mowed, 
the hedges forever trimmed
their care and hard work shows.

So I offered up a prayer 
(Interrupted by a Lark)
God grant a grace of hours here
at Velasco Riverside Park.

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O Jesus Christ

To turn away from You is to fall
To You is to stand
To remain in You is
To have a sure support


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maybe Epicurus might'a been furious
if he'd lost all of his desire
combed the ground, to look around
for lost wants to quench his ire

where'd he drop his taste for food
and pour out his tongue for wine
no lyre to pluck his ire for good
no nimble lover to limbly entwine

no want for jaunt to walkabout sea
or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge
the soul enslaved to desireable plea
too hard released from its bondage

just might want philosophy to be
freeing of fears brings tranquility
no purpose repurposed for plan B
afterlife ever after an impossibility

yet, today is right here, right now
and we all can provision it wisely
accept what joy providence will allow
see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely

© Goode Guy 2011-12-05

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like you

like two car hubcaps shinin' 'n' moonin'
like helixed necks of neckin' swans swoonin'
like a quiet tide-pool tranquilly poolin'
like Gouramis kissin' each other schoolin'

like two teenagers in a car backseat
young gendered duet, together complete
saunter hand-in-hand down some Paris street
or cornered in a cafe, quietly discreet

like as in liking, love as in smitten
like lips pressed together, gently are bitten
like wantin' what's wanton, 'n' get in to gettin' 
like love sonnet rhymes, charmingly written

like you and me and the world at our feet
if we were two too, together, a love seat
gazing dreamily into each other's mystique
impatiently craving that enticing physique

like you like me, like I like you too
as lovely, as ardent, our passionate roux
like words softly clicking, tongued in anew
to say with eyes gazing, knowing, I love you

© Goode Guy 2011-12-27

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                                           SPEAK LITTLE, HEAR MUCH

Speak little and hear much,
For words can get you in trouble.
Too many words confuses things,
And then your problems can double.

Some people talk to show friendliness,
And some to be entertaining,
And some to show how much they know,
But talk can tend to be straining;

For too much talk can get on your nerves,
For everyone needs peace and quiet,
And a steady drone like bees in a hive,
Isn't good as a steady diet;

But everyone likes a quiet man,
Who shows courtesy and listens well,
One who is pleased to hear what they say,
But that which he hears, he won't tell;

For a wise man knows when to speak and when not,
And doesn't run off at the mouth,
He knows the less said is the best as they say,
For words are oft turned 'round about;

So keep to yourself the things that you know,
Or your praises will not be sung,
You'll gain more friends and be more at peace,
By simply holding your tongue.

                                                 Judy Ball

                                                                                      Proverbs 17:28

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Locked Away

My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor. 

Quatrain - a hopeful heart

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Boogey And Boopy

...for Tarah and Alina

Boogey and Boopy will never be droopy
as long as they play in the grass(es),
they'll rumble and tumble with nary a grumble,
so cute when they fall on their ***** !

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Sharing my Bowl of Soup

The list of ingredients is far too big
But know this, the soup turns out fine 
For the people that stir it, they’re marvelous
And they’re friends that I like to call mine

In fact they’re the reason the soup is perfect
They stir it, they heat it and they are it
So come take a bowl of the soup I adore
And perhaps you’ll also be a part of it

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Early Morning Treats

The frost on the ground is glistening,
     We wake with a new today.
Water for hot coffee is whistling,
     Slowly the night melts away.

It's a special time of each new day,
    The air is clean, cool and light.
The sun has yet to blink one bright ray,
    I long for this gorgeous sight.

Auburn with purple and pinkish hues,
    Beautiful colors all blend.
Scarlet-orange with a splash of blues,
    Daybreak starts to make amends.

Dawn, the finest and the best surprise,
    Finds me tranquil and quite calm.
Early morning treats come at sunrise,
    It's now that I have no qualm.

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Summer days 
Just thinking of you
Just being alone
Not being blue
Going swimming
In a small lake
Thinking of love
Trying to bake
Watching the sun
Come up and go down
Signing my name
Wearing a gown
Calling my friends
Talking for hours
Making funny faces
Taking hot showers
Looking pretty
To go somewhere
Making strange noises
Letting down my hair
So, these I have loved
And will never forget
The games of love
The people I've met

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nectar vector

butterfly sits serenely, it's wings unhinged
sucking sweet floral juice un-impinged
by matters bigger, of a more peopled face
emotions acrid alkaline, or bitter base

that many of those humans seem to display 
'stead of slurping the juices of the day
caring not for gross domestic products
graduated taxes or other manly constructs

the butterfly only flies in search of mate
another of the species with which to relate
and a cup'o sweet nectar on which to go
flit flower to flower, drinking its Bordeaux

and sunning itself throughout heavenly days
slighting world concerns, taking come-what-may
oh, that I might learn the butterfly's ways
flying happily, inhaling flower's bouquets

© Goode Guy 2011-07-12

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LinkedIn to Magi

the Magi travels on the web
deftly legging at the lines
crawling around like tide and ebb
leaving gifts brushing those confines

there is wonder there, to partake
there are sightings, so exquisite
things seen clearly, or opaque
discerning is the only requisite

information and loaded emotion
moving images of hate and love
surfing past advertised promotions
the trick is just to take hold of

what the Magi drop in plain sight
secrets both known, and obscure
love can be heard in sound bites
but hate, nearby will always allure

just ignore hate that always shouts
listening only for quiet whispers
the Magi's magic is now and hereabout
imagining images of peace in pictures

magnetically pulled positive or naught
what is sought, so will be found
love you, others, too love free thought
surf linked web without going aground

gifted fob to keep your time clasped
as you give freely of your own time
the Magi's link finally is grasped
love for each other, sweetly sublime

© Goode Guy 2011-11-20

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Snow and Silence - For Ellie

Shine a candle in the shadows
break the glow stick green
Conquer those New England days
You know what I mean
Tree limbs tapping at the window
frost on rivulets grey
Open up the blinds and melt them
into words you've yet to say
Soak in bubbles brought to boiling
swirled in steam and sleep
Break the silence with emotion
I am yours to keep.

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My Husband

You are my strength when the world weighs me down.
I know that I can count on you to be there tomorrow.
When I am afraid you offer courage I can borrow.
Days I feel frumpy you treat me like I wear a crown.

You made me a mother to 4 beautiful babies.
Always leading, teaching, sharing your heart.
Never needing to wait for someone else to start.
Encouraging me though a bad case of the maybes.

You carry yourself with the aura of a king.
There to guide me when I feel lost without hope.
Helping me learn from frustrations and to cope.
Yet still act so young pushing children on a swing.

My dear you fill my life with warmth and passion.
Taking me to new heights beyond the ordinary.
Letting me see that my doubts are imaginary.
Walking with me even when I am out of fashion.

Now I cannot remember a time without you.
These first six years we've been together
Are just the beginning of our forever
Because finally I trust what I feel is true.

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How to make Peace

Eat when fed
Pee when outside
Everywhere is your bed
Stay loyal at your masters side

If everyone
Lived like a dog
The world would be
A peaceful place

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I'll Never Forget

Eagerly, with baited breath, I await the morrow
Contemplating the fulfilling effect of the bliss
Dreaming about the beauty of the relationship
From the meeting someone new, to a surprising kiss

Contemplating the fulfilling effect of the bliss
I feel excitement in knowing what is in store
Two minds coming together as one, for one goal
Fulfilling one another, while providing even more

Dreaming about the beauty of the relationship
We are two minds that come together, now as one
Knowing the other’s thoughts and schemes
Playing, as well, in the burning heat of the sun

From the meeting someone new, to a surprising kiss
I recall just how we two needed each and met
Coming together with a bond, mutual goals
Now I have a friend, a kinship to never forget

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I have many qualities and talents 
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!

I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!

I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!

I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?

My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!

O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested   
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!

I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!

 Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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happy i am when you love me down

happy i am when you love me down
you show that there are other sides to life
you introduce me to the other side of my frown
you are truly the queen when you entice

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A mother so great
And pure as gold
Who is always nice
Let God behold
A friend who cares
What happens to me
What more could I ask
What more could I see
If you're sad or down
And feeling gray
She'll say you're my friend
And hurt will go away
Just look her up
If you need a friend
She'll never say no
She'll care until the end

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God Gives What You Give

If you give just a little
of yourself from time to time,
You're bound to see the benefits
of being true and kind.

God finds ways to thank us
that we may never see..
like driving in a winter storm
and getting home safely.

So many of the little things
go unnoticed everyday.
I make a point to thank the lord
for the luck that comes my way.

Sometimes I fail to notice
how he helps me when I'm down.
Like how my children make me smile
without making a sound.

If you can take the time to ask
"How are you doing today?"
to someone that is feeling low,
I'm sure you'll be repaid.

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fruit and wheat

this morning as i slowly rouse
i blink my vision to dappled wall
awareness of a hunger to douse
i slowly rise my frame to call

attention to today's mundane task
while equally sunning the wonder
the Sol outside myself to bask
probable late day storms 'n' thunder

the monkey chatters for coffee cup
the cup fragrant and life so sweet
standing still an appetite kicks up
for lasting meal of fruit and wheat

a bunch of grapes be red or white
a slice or two of hearty bread
would make for a repast to delight
and ease stomach into day ahead

if this is the first bite of the day
or of my life, the last meal 
i can't imagine a more satisfying way
to embark in today's events to reveal

© Goode Guy 2011-06-19

true story

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Infringement before Absolution

I see my woman of love, divine.
Just a minimal distance away,
Banned are we until, full-grown like wine.
She can never be mine, this they say.

Differences of stature define.
Mysteries of the past describe sway.
Our lineage caught in bitter design.
Father tells of the shaky dismay.

My love for her true, she will be mine.
Love I know is greater than today.
We must depart our families vine.
Forgiveness in love shall come one day.

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love is never benign i think
but like a tumor grows inside
to bring us cast to limit's brink
unknown until inevitable slide

into full despair of high elation
like an animal roped and netted
pulled to inevitable taut sensation
humanity's deepest appetite whetted

love is a creature on primordial legs
slowly crawls up from human seas
insistent, despite our pleas and begs
walks into lives to sorrow and please

cursed be the wretched box it's in
that binds a love behind high walls
roped passion prevents futures been
lovers' angst, voice passioned calls

love wrenching in its thrusted want
still, as gentle as brushing cheek
requited expressions attainably haunt
to banish hearts by turns oblique

or like fog,  can appear on feline feet
to paw its way into every heart
warm and purring to quietly entreat
we love, we feel, that we're a part

must a soul wander to ever find
as, lorn are we, to symbiontly share
pain and joy with a likened mind
that other card that makes a pair

what's left to do but tramp a trail
seeking, e'er seeking for yang's yin
puzzling pieces on a worldly scale
for love's whisper in humanity's din

© Goode Guy 2011-12-08

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You give me light when darkness falls
You give me hope when all is lost
You give me strength when I am weak
You give me everything

You give me days when I give in
You give me you, a special friend
You give me love when needed most
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

You give your hand when mine is bare
You give your heart to show you care
You give your time so eagerly
You give me everything

You give your dreams to share with me
You give your touch so sensually
You give your breath so I may live
You give me everything

My best of friends, my one true love
My special gift from God above
You are the days that lie ahead
You are… my everything

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If I were to do
What I have dreamed of most
I'd pack up my gear
And head for the coast
To see an ocean
Is my only request
Where I could lay on the beach
And be peaceful and rest
Seeing the water
Just by looking straight down
Watching the fish move
Without making a sound
Music is heard
From miles away
But under the water
I would rather stay
I'd stay forever
If it were my choice
No one could hurt me
Not even with their voice
If my wishes were granted
My final request
Would be to dive in an ocean
On a sea worthy quest

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There is a book that i call sticks
I read it often
I read it best
I know what it says
It says a whole lot more
It saves, as it's done many times before.

I place it in special places
I keep it by my bed
I keep it by my slider chair
It keeps me company
It's a connection to me Heavenly Father
I know it makes us all a sister or brother.

I know this to be the truth
Many would not believe me
Many would scoff at me
It is my rock and my salvation
My knowledge of Him grows and grows
It's the stickupmyknows.

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Hidden in a meadow with shimmering grass and waving daises,
I lay back and enjoy the Mediterranean's gentle breeze;
fair lover, with eyes bluer and wider than the soft Italian sky,
come and lay on my warm chest and delightfully sigh!

No place in all the Earth makes lovers whisper and dream...
while the peach and cypress trees, lower than the Tower of Pisa,
diffuse their aroma by fluttering their branches to delight my Lisa;
trust these lips, silent lover, and discover how passion becomes real!  

The rolling hills gracefully spread their scented, emerald blankets... 
as far as the distant horizon that greets every sunset and dawn,
inviting us to watch the making of another superb season;
and we accept their invitation by offering them an elegant dance!  

Frantic robins and canaries, warble at these sun-tanned feet,
April's sadness has no unkind reason to impose its somber mood;
your harmonious notes can create that perfect, danceable rhythm,
not to let that hopeful heart, awaiting its joy, feel the emptiness of gloom!   

Kissing scarlet lips that demand a lover's touch and affinity,
have the softness of the reddest roses in all Tuscany;
many would sell their souls to have such a moment of ecstasy...
as the Mediterranean's gentle breeze can make them taste eternity! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I find hard to move around,
dragging my aching body,
unable to do even the simplest chores...
yes, I am very sick of flu:
it's something I can't undo!

I will not go to the hospital,
lie in a comfortable bed for hours,
coughing and sneezing waiting for a call...
while spreading this virus and infecting others.

I'm missing out on brisk walks  
that keep my immune system healthy,
and no blues frustrate me more than loneliness...
come spring and let joy renew itself in this memory.   

My remedy is Robitussin by far,
a miraculous cure for cold symptoms,
and since I can't go out, or drive my car...
I indulge myself in the creation lyrics.

It's my first day back to work,
I'm drinking coffee, and I shouldn't,
but these headaches won't go away...
unless I smell it, sip it and dream away.

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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May the Season

The house now decorated, brightly so
With lights and adoration;
Bringing the season, happy times
To those with admiration.

A wish, I wish to give to you
So merrily this time;
A ho,ho,ho and some good cheer
All rolled up in this rhyme.

Please take with you the season’s warmth,
You’ll find it in the hearts
Of those who choose to smile for you,
Like fire in a hearth.

May each salutation that you speak
Be gracious and sincere,
For happiness and love flow easily
At this time every year.

May you get, for all that you wish,
But, be happy even more
May the season see you safe, my friends
From now and evermore.

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Only a Week...

Clink and the bell tolls
Crash and we breathe
Shout like the passion
in you dares to live
Laugh and the moon swells
Smile and we dance
Even though you say it's Greek
this idea of romance
Shoot straight your arrows
Preach only truth
Give like you will never be old
Treasure your youth
Speak and I'll listen
Listen as I speak
Live like a thousand years have passed
in only a week....

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This should be the happiest day for lovers,
when they are drawn to each other and their voices
fall to whispers with soft music playing...
in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning.

My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires,
please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy;
and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see...
I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises.   

This should be the happiest day for lovers,
for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved;
and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers...
is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. 

Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace,
and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion;
while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation....
my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss.  

This should be the happiest days for lovers,
slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts
before they are spoken...without falling to silence; 
responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. 

Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; 
give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions,
have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful...
as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods.

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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Maybe you do notice 
All that I do
Maybe you do care
About what I say to you

Maybe out on the field
You watch me run
Maybe in the rain
You want to be my sun

Maybe you give me hints
That I just don't see
Maybe you give me water
Just to be near to me

Maybe one day you'll wake up
Lying next to me
Maybe one day we'll admit
That we were meant to be...

This poem is a second to the poem i wrote a few months ago called "Too Late"  sometimes things just aren't as 
bad as they seem...

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My Place Of Beauty

There is a place of beauty
that I have come to know.
A rich and lovely garden
where fragrant flowers grow.

A place of endless wonders
for the heart to see
filled with priceless treasures
a majestic gallery.

So many precious paintings
are hung upon its walls
and songs of truth and empathy
ring clearly through its halls.

In this cove of peace and healing
where my wounded soul soars free
dwells a band of Gods own angels
that I know he sent to me.

I am thankful for the blessing
of this place I've come to know
a place of grace and splendor
where the seeds of kindness grow.

Inspired by Nigel Fawcetts'
Places of Majestic Inspiration contest

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I'll Never Forget

Eagerly, with baited breath, I await the morrow
Contemplating the fulfilling effect of the bliss
Dreaming about the beauty of the relationship
From the meeting someone new, to a surprising kiss

Contemplating the fulfilling effect of the bliss
I feel excitement in knowing what is in store
Two minds coming together as one, for one goal
Fulfilling one another, while providing even more

Dreaming about the beauty of the relationship
We are two minds that come together, now as one
Knowing the other’s thoughts and schemes
Playing, as well, in the burning heat of the sun

From the meeting someone new, to a surprising kiss
I recall just how we two needed each and met
Coming together with a bond, mutual goals
Now I have a friend, a kinship to never forget

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Chilly October has quickly brought in
another spirited, indelible Holloween;
allowing our witty and insane minds 
to plan the craziest, wildest things.

Witches, wizards, goblins and ghosts
all join in to give a bone-chilling night;
I put on a custom so dazzlingly white,
to scare anyone who laughs and boasts.

This ghost is never spoken of in any tale,
unknown by name, leaving no easy trail;
the only thing he does well is making sneers,
and send everyone scrambling with screams.

How frightened and pale these kids must really be,
when they cuddle up in their beds and can't sleep,
thinking of those spirits at their doorsteps;
lots of fun and delight at their expense...         

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.

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Just Have Fun

As daylight turns to nighttime
As nighttime turns to day
The feelings are upon us
To just reach out to play

No matter time or place, my dear
The mind can turn to lust
Stay close to me at that time
Cause having you’s a must

Don’t worry about the lurkers
Let them lurk, let them leer
Let them worry about themselves
Do not give in to fear

As they watch our playtime
Their eyes will turn to green
They never new what fun was like
Until they saw this scene

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Enlighten Me

What light fades within your presence?

For light exists, if only through thee

Your beauty shines from your essence

For it exists both internal and externally

My mere self, wanes when near to thee

I am but a shell, just skin, au visage

Allow me then your light so I can see

I am then filled by you, I’m assuaged

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So Grand a Day

Alive I feel upon this golden morning
As rays of hope beat down upon my brow
I look to the day, smiling, knowing reward
Relaxing in the comfort of the here and now

A permanence of happiness overcomes grief
As fears I contained seem to have flown
For casting to the day all my negativity
As they leave my presence, on the winds blown

Alive, I say again, I am this golden morning
New hopes present themselves in a most glorious way
I shan’t ever again have doubt of my tomorrows
It always seems to work out with each brand new day

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Twenty four! Twenty four! I got a twenty four!
I know it doesn't sound like much, but that's a perfect score!
My paper my paper, took four hours to write.
My paper my paper, kept me from sleeping at night.

But a twenty four!  A twenty four!
I couldn't ask for more!
My usage and mechanics, were at the very brink.
But I sure impressed them!  Or at least that's what I think!

A twenty four! I got a twenty four!
Celebration and parties for everyone galore!
I must have left quite an impression,
They must have liked my written expression.

Twenty four! Twenty four! I got a twenty four!
I know it doesn't sounds like much, but that's a perfect score!
This calls for a time of celebration!
Let's spread the new to the entire nation!!

This is my little rejoicing poem, because I aced my final writing test for the year! :]

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Happy Father's Day Todd

It feels like I have known you
for my entire life.
I truly started living
when I became your wife.

You've taught me what true love is
by opening your heart.
My love for you is immeasurable.
It's been growing from the start.

I watch you with our children.
The love shown on your face.
You show them all such tenderness
as you guide them into place.

If I could choose the perfect man,
you'd be the only one.
You're dependable, and reliable,
but you're also tons of fun!!

You help to teach our kids what's right
and guide them through this life.
I have to tell you once again...
I love being your wife!

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Houston, Dawn.

Just like the blanket pulled up over morning
sliding down off of the sun
A stretch of the air through the wings of the night
remembers us when we were young
Stiff from still sleeping the world starts to spin
and we steady our feet to inspire
More than one nod to the sky with our prayers
directed and spiraling higher
We are the mirrors to morning's reflection
We still assure her she's ours
We never let her get down and discouraged
sleeping with moon dust and stars
She is the soothing to insomnia
She is the get up and go
She holds our hands on the cloudiest days
when winter odd winds start to grow
Just like the matchstick lit up in the dark
shadows in orange, softened and sweet
we are in shadows 'till the blanket is pulled
and the sunshine rolls over to waken from sleep
Every new hour of life and of love
starts with the crack of her smile
Dawn of horizons, new morning hope
to bathe in and relish a while...

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Funny Bone

Tickle me with your finger
Just under my little toe
Or use the softest feather
My laughter will then grow

There is a ticklish spot
I have just on my side
Tickle it so gently
Then laughter can not hide

Tickle me with your words
Then laughter you will get
I can not help but giggle so
I’ll laugh out loud, I’ll bet

You make me giggle all the time
Awake and when I sleep
The giggling, it is there for you
For my laughter cannot keep

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As I Watch, I Think

The silhouetted loveliness that only she possesses
Shines through the room divider as she undresses
The image that so permeates the core of my mind
Seeks refuge from darkness as love’s there to find

To see all her details, the beauty, she is so adored
I cannot have a fill of her, I always want her more
She controls me with her look, her smile, her glare
Her beauty’s truly overwhelming, I give in to stare

Does he know what she does to me, to my heart?
Does she know she is my morning, my very start?
Does she have then a clue of the love that I have?
Whether she does or does not, with her I am glad.

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Flowers for my Friend

I am going to visit with a friend today.
She has invited me there for some tea.
I would like to take a gift for her,
but have nothing to offer, except me.
She said not to dare to bring a thing,
for scones and croissants shall be served.
Knowing I shouldn’t go empty handed,
I have to get what she deserves.
She is the dearest of friends, so full of hope.
Generous? Oh, yes, to no compare!
Yet, she tells me not to bring a thing?
I have to, but what do I bring there?
Ah, flowers for her, that’s what I shall take.
Something aromatic for her to display.
Though, my money is scarce, my little bit
will be better spent on her today. 
When our tea is over and I have gone,
from this woman on whom I depend,
I know that I have done what was right
by bringing flowers for my friend.

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Our House

Our house was just an empty box.
We filled it with our love.
At first it was just you and I.
Then 3 more (with help from above.)

We fixed the rooms and filled them up
with things we like to share.
Some of our things are "different".
I like to call them "rare".

Like your bull horns and antlers
as well as all my books.
We just care that "We like it!"
We don't care how it looks.

Some people call it "cluttered".
Some call it "shabby chic".
Our house fits us just perfectly,
because like us, it is "unique".

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Peaceful Reminders

Appalachian trails in the new morning’s dawn
This path today takes me past a haven for dear
My eyes have a treat as they witness a fawn
While my feet step quietly, for her to not hear

My heart, it has stopped, or so it now seems
As the beauty of nature surrounds here, my eyes
For awake I am, yet, it all plays like a dream
As peace finds my heart and my inner self sighs

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Seasons of Memory

The flowers that she carried were so many and fresh
The fragrance of her memory that holds me complete
I will not forget her, the softness and her touch
For my love, she is gone, but love’s not to deplete

Awakened, the senses, within this man’s blue heart
By scent of the jasmine and the lilacs in bloom
Left now to live again, as dreams take me back 
While sleeping alone in this new springtime room

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Thank you, My Angel

Now, blind me with that light of yours
It shines so very bright
You never cease to amaze me, really,
So, for you, I’ll say this right;

While stumbling down a road one day
Face, down upon the ground
A voice, it beckoned for my smile
T’was such a pleasant sound

I looked and saw an angel there
Hovering above my head
Surely, I thought, must be dreaming
Or else, maybe I am dead

In fact, you said, do not be scared
That you were there for me
To love, protect and guide along
To always help me be

I am so grateful for all you do
The way you make me smile
The many days I spend with you
For going the extra mile

You are hope on sorrow-filled days
In my heart, you put glee
Thank you, my angel, thank you so much
For all you do for me

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Internal Beauty

Oh beautiful one
on the verge of the brink
on the rim of believing
you're oh what you think
Oh beautiful one
to declare delicate
all the virtue you have 
in integrity set
Oh beautiful one
don't be so eclipsed
by the shadow of words
that you hold on your hips
Oh beautiful one
you render and shine
with a thought which emerged
quite unique in design
Oh beautiful one
your wishes are true
on the verge of the brink
this reflection is you...

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Nightly, They Glow.

Fluorescently yellow,
these flickering fireflies
swelling and streaking
'cross burgundy swazzled skies
Deeply enraptured 
and wanted to capture
I lie low in wait
as my breathing grows faster.
Wishing they'd light
on the tip of my finger
Casting their glow
for a moment they'd linger
Then off they would be
into darkening skies
Leaving their trails
like an exhaling sigh.

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Finding Itzhak Perlman

Top hat
Shoe shine
Tywhitt tie
Silk design
Snap heels
Harvest moon
Lowest lights
Fig perfume
Star leash
Driving hence
Toward the view
of recompense
Lights blur
Neon stiff
Leaving us
a sugar kiss
Brow bent
Toward the night
Linking arms
Russian, white.
Ice flesh
Music blood
Well me up
and loose the flood
Night breath
Gracing such
Lit electric
by your touch.
One voice
Stringing eyes
This is where
perfection lies...

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My Rock

You are my rock, my savior.
Without you I would die.
I can't imagine life alone.
I couldn't even try.

You make each day worth living
with your jokes and goofy ways.
No matter how messed up life gets,
you're the one who always stays.

I never worry you'll leave me.
I know your not that kind.
I'm sure that I could search the world
but a better man I'd never find.

I thank God for sending you to me.
I hope I am deserving.
I'm letting you read my thoughts of you
and yes, it IS self serving!

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Lifting Zephyr Prayers

Zephyr blown in violet bubbles
holding up the silver sky
filled with soapy wonderings
wishes made by you and I
Lying on the weaving grass
holding bliss in hands
Sending up imaginings
filled with human plans
Hoping they will splash the clouds
Knowing it will rain
to fill our eyes like hazel tins
to mesmerize our minds again
Wishes slick with cinder snaps
on their way back down
Bubbles cannot hold their skin
on thoughts this tightly wound
We will blow the sky away
wrapped in silver bows
and send our wishes in our prayers
eternity to flow.

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Hot Dog Man

Each day, it is get up before the sun, prepare the cart
Stock until it’s full and it is on with the day.
Mr. Johansson now has his work cut out for him
Selling dirty waters on the corner of 5th and Broadway.

For 34 years now, this has been his trade,
The vendor of food for the passers-by.
He never really made a lot of money it seemed,
But, he still never stopped and I know just why.

His family had all for which they ever asked.
His time, he had given to them with love and ease.
A bank would never know him as a rich man,
But, it’s through family and friends, that he succeeds.

He is a quiet man, just wishing to make his way,
Doing whatever it takes to provide and just get by.
An honorable man, no one could ever deny.
Truly more successful than you or I.

He never asks for help, independence he has.
He, however, is always willing to lend a hand.
If you are ever near the corner of Broadway and 5th,
You better stop and say hi to the hot dog man.

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Ava and Me in our Rainy Retreat

Amaretto morning
just like the earth to be grey today
Time for the old dog-eared book
all the while begging the rain to stay
I couldn't buy a moment like this
even in Lion's Head Antique store
I couldn't wish for a better excuse
to sink into myself, or to love you more
You grab the pillows and blanket
I'll fill the room with Red Star music
We will tell stories 'till we're laughing out loud
Ions of rain and the pressure diffuses
We are no longer dealing with death
We are no longer frazzled and wild
Just give us the rain on a Tuesday morning
and we become silly, as mother and child...

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Holding the Key

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
But now, you are my star
And the sky isn't seeming so far

You are watching over me
And to my heart you hold the key
The sky was always dark at night
Until you cam and made it bright

You're voice is the music in my life
You take away all of my strife
You make my heart flutter and soar
You give me diamonds more and more

Mistakes are nothing but a paper cut
But we will always get out of the rut
You are not a drug but I am addicted
And there is no way I can get convicted

I could never reach the stars so high
Above me twinkling in the sky
Now the sky isn't seeming so far
Because now you are my shining star

I wrote this one, last November, but after we broke up I shoved it away.  I only just found it, and I am ready 
to share it.

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Tourquoise Water

Swimming in the turquoise water
broad becomes my vision
Diving in the rippled metal
Clear is my decision
From afar I seem as just
a speck engulfed in liquid
but I know I'm not alone 
and that becomes my secret
Water gliding through my fingers,
dancing on my brow
Seaweed makes a stringy wreath,
a strange but regal crown
The surface skin has let me in
enveloped all my weight
Turquoise water in my veins
floating out in space...

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What Ever Will I Do?

Where do I go now?
What can I do?
I wanted to write
But where are you?

I turned on my computer
And you were not there
All I found was empty
I just sat there and stared

I didn’t think I liked it
But now I’m sure I do
I don’t know how I’ll live
Without visiting you

I really didn’t notice
The first thing that I do
I get up in the morning 
I go straight to you

I find my list of poems
And then I start to write
I even catch myself
Looking there at night

No it’s not an addiction
It’s just the way it’s been
I seem to have found a place 
I feel like I fit in

Some may think it’s silly
Maybe obsession
I don’t care what they think
This is my confession

I want to see my poems
Filtered through the loop
I like to have the feedback 
From my friends at Poetry Soup

I wrote this poem this morning while the service was unavailable. This is just for 
fun and I guess I was really bored. LOL  

I want to say thank you to all that have commented on my work and made me feel 
like I fit in. Smiles from Lena "Lolita"

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The Smile You Give

While walking on to work this day
I dared to take a gander
At the many faces passing me,
Who, quickly on, meandered.

When, without notice, one looked back
And surely gave me a smile
Then, my tired feet relaxed
And felt could go a mile.

You see, that’s all we need to do,
It’s recognize each other
Give to them that which you want
The love of one another.

So take this truth today and hold it
Near and to your heart
Keep in mind the smile you give
Will give another a start.

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Cloudless nights, as moon shines on
Turbulent seas, with tumultuous roar
The echoing sounds of aquatic depths
Called upon me to descend and explore

Goggles in tact, apparatus on back
I witnessed a world beneath the sea
With lives unaffected by the world above
I learned from the fish, it’s just better to be

Aimlessly on, they all appeared to go
With instinct, however they lived their lives
Grateful I am to have witnessed the beauty
That’s enjoyed, when one descends for a dive

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Just a Second, Mable Applebee

I'll meet you in the backyard
with chinaberries and tea
with cut-offs on and marigolds
and photographs to be
We'll dig a trench and tunnel
We'll run through sprinklers too
We'll tangerine the afternoon
until the sky is blue
The world will whirl around us
the summer bolting by
We'll lay on woolen blankets
and blow kisses at the sky
We'll plant another fig tree
and push around our thoughts
'till they all line up in obedience
and produce the goods they've brought
If you will speak a story
then I will hum a song
and maybe the birds on the back phone line
will fly on down and sing along
If we can muse the day light
to bite a chunk off the moon
then maybe the day will unravel away
on this perfect afternoon...

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Live Again

Sympathetic symphony surpasses maudlin expectations
While feelings of the heart enter through the mind
Pictures of the soul are formed through musical memory
As recollections of days become much easier to find

Allow not tears to alter your perception, so smile
Relive the many days that conjured up the tears
It may be hard, but truly welcome the flood of memories
For it may be all you have to help throughout the years

Recall, relive, reenact and often times replenish
Your mind can truly use the conversation with your heart
Allow yourself the pleasure of enjoying all those memories
Rolling back your time and reliving them from the start

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After dusk, with this gift
of a dusting bowl of fireflies
we're in tune, with bare feet
on the minty sugared grass
Flying wisps, dandelion
light on tails and giggles too
Humid breath in the air
toward the moon an ocean view
Sparkle wings, sleepy eyes
breath of sweetened apple trees
mark the night to be crisp
after dusk pulls in the breeze
With this gift, we elate
with a glow upon our cheeks
Fireflies, summer skies
closing eyes in quiescent peace.

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Lesser Expectations

Upsidedown on monkey bars
hanging from my knees,
dopey grins are sorrowful frowns
and upward drift dry leaves

Swinging back to front –
my favorite view of life,
bobbleheads go  bobbing by
and time ticks counterclockwise

Only for me!

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Heart Aflutter

I placed my heart for all to see I hoped to have it catch its due No one stopped, nor even cared Until then came the heart of you You seemed to glow from fires within Your natural aura deeply burned A beauty owned that lets you win The heart of me, for you, now yearns Unto the clouds, the setting sun Unto the heavens past the sky My heart does leap, your heart it’s won Your heart’s the reason that mine does fly Without your love, I’d surely die For with your heart, two hearts now sigh

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Lover's Call

Come to me with soft green eyes
With sultry lips that make me yearn
Sing to me your songs of love
Kindle fires, yet to burn
Amber hues are in your eyes
As fires heat within your gaze
Lovers here, we two, right now
Will meet in passion yet to play
Let me love you, ever more
Make this night the first of all
Join me now in loves embrace
Beckon to your lover’s call.

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Kiss of the Virgin Surfer

Fallen into pools of blue
with salty water clipped and froth
You want to breathe as the fishes do
electric eels, eccentric shock
Sifting through sand in transit
feet turned to fins in black
Shoreline eclipsed by a crested wave
Nod to the sun, there's no turning back
Paddle like pipeline awaits you
Shoulders taut, sun bleached out hair
Twisted in torso and strong in belief
that the wave of all waves is out there
Break into barreling cobalt
Shake off the spray from your face
The sea spits you out in the ride of your life
You slide onto land with a smoldering grace
Sleep with the movement of currents
Dreams rich in bubbles and bliss
Engulfed in the shadow of wishes and waves
The sea silent now with the weight of your kiss...

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Invite the Sun

Dance with me in the pale moonlight
As I whisper lovingly, your name
Stay with me this cool, clear night
With you, no boundaries, no shame.

It is here, I wish to spend my nights
And with you, too, my sweet, my days
Come share in all nocturnal delights
The new sun rises; we’ll sing love’s praise.

Only then, my sweet, together, two
But brought together, then as one
No other love, just me and you,
Can show passion and invite the sun.

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Caress me with your hands
And hold me with your lips
Promise me with your eyes
And remember me with your fingertips

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Summer Needs

Sunflower petals adorn the front lawn 
As the sun watches from the bluest sky
I, with only thoughts of walking this day
Was blessed to see beauty with wide open eyes 
I wandered the streets of my little town
Hands in my pockets, whistling a tune
Feeling the heat of the sun on my face
Gave smiles a plenty, this warm day in June
Meandering thoughts of many days ahead
The summer’s just begun, many days to go
I whistled my tune as merrily I sauntered
With a smile I greeted everyone I know
Seems like everyone took this walk today
For so many people are out and about
Enjoying the calm and the warmth of the sun
Two of today’s gifts, I can’t live without

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Ongoing Summer

May summer’s days of sun and warmth
Be always by your side
Upon you then, is summer’s love
From which you cannot hide

Albeit then, such happy days
Will guide you as you go
For summer’s thrills and sunshine love
Will be all that you know

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Life, Over Easy

I'll be the sweeper of dust and of dreams
and eggshells left over from sorrow
I'll rally to you when all the else fails
and you close your eyes to tomorrow
It's not the end of the world at 3:30
just 'cause the sun hides it's head
It's not up to darkness to break us in pieces
dusting our shell hides with dread
You are the spark in a lifetime of living
carefully glued and unglued
You will be solid, detailed and delicately
repaired while the springtime ensues.

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Exercising the Soul

Press the sky for answers
Wish for penny rain
Snapping, popping, tin-roof dropping
Copper ankles wade
Wear the moon as a necklace
Tears reflecting the stars
Falling, pooling, drown them unruly
Caught cold in shards, diamond hard
Riddle the sun with emotion
Prison of season's delight
Missing, crying, pale but undying
Winter seclusion is nigh
Trust the wind in the moors
Fog and mystery mist
See me, don't see me, emergency free me
with all of your soul in a thimble sized sip
Shine in the depths of the sea
Light up the indigo silt
Wash up on shores where the sun always shines
and the water recedes at your will
Shoulder the wind as a scarf
Tolerate mid-season moods
Walk up to winter, she's autumn's big sister
The exercise will do you good.

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Within the land of clover
O’er the fields of green
Wanders, a bagpipe player
Just blending to the scene
He breathes the air of the hills
Into the plaid bagpipe sack
That keeps me as a visitor
Always coming back

The land and all its legend
The Castles on the hills
The Rose of Shannon’s aroma
It does all give me fill
But yet my mind there wanders
As my feet push on to see
The lovely Emerald Isle
That patchwork of the green

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My Girls Own Me

Within their smiles, there lies the trust
They give to me so freely
I cannot ever let them down
As I love my daughters deeply
They count on Daddy to save them when
Their monsters come to call
They also know I am their friend
And will drive them to the mall
Most of all, I say with pride
My love forever lingers
For Daddy’s girls are very smart
As I’m wrapped around their fingers

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Memories We Made

Laughter about us 
While the children play
The sunshine has faded
The sky turned grey

An innocent child 
Out in the rain
Sounds of a distant
Yet inbound train

These are the things
Of a neighborhood park
With playground and benches
Tables and basketball court

A dog walks his owner
Gentle rain subsides
Still behind the clouds
The sunshine hides

No one is leaving
Due to this spring shower
Drops of water 
Collect on the flowers

As day turns to night
The rain comes to a stop
A child tells his father
“Daddy, you rock”

Headed home from the park
After a long day
Loving the memories
That our family made

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Birch Eyes on Fireflies

Dusting, cascading on wings confiscating
the dreams spilled in pools of desire
We watch and we wait in a thick contemplate
on these paper soft wings to expire

Birch eyes on fireflies, chalky moth feathers fly
slicing the moon from it's strings
Crashing back down to splash drops of desire
incredible, though for the moment it stings

Whispers on wings to the fallen moon sings
touching the tongue of those minted and mute
Lost in these nights, an incredible sight
one which no ether of sense can refute

Silver eyes letting tears, metaled and molded years
Dreams all at once see their chance at escape
and latch on to wings hooked to birch eyes on fireflies
sweeping the sky leaving dust in their place.

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Pretty People

When pretty people say "Hello"
It makes you feel pretty too.
As they approach, you hope they would
Smile or lift a hand to you.

You'd feel pretty special then
And think, "Maybe they noticed me."
Wonder why the pretty smiles,
Within you say, "I hope it's me."

You dare look back and slowly turn
To see if you are pretty too.
No time to stop, continue on.
Laugh a bit...  How do you do?

Now reason why they made your day-
To see your pretty attributes.
So feel pretty and say "Hello"
And lift others with nice salutes.

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Sky Bright

Quickly the rain had fallen from the blackened clouds
As the children all scattered for the need to stay dry
They all were safe and had gotten from harms way
To the cars they had run, with never a question why

On the baseball field here, lightning can strike quick
We knew, at this point, we had to call off the game
No one was sorry, as the first two innings were played
But I stood there hoping and wondering just the same

It then just stopped, as quickly as it had started
Where in the distance, for me, there was a surprise
Something I had never seen before, so strong and clear
But a rainbow so bright had appeared before my eyes

Others were saying there were two lapped in the sky
Being colorblind I could never see the ones subdued
But this night, as the sun was yet to descend
I witnessed a bright miracle, as it came into view

I couldn’t tell you the colors, there, that I saw
I could only say that it was a beautiful sight to see
This, my friends, is truth as it happened just last night
Now, I hope it will appear again one day just for me

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Sky Dew

Stars skim the Milky Way
Perspire molten dew
Engulf the soundless wonderment
and blow it into view
Down below the aquifer
of clouds and palpitations
we watch burnt skies ignite and fly
beyond imaginations...

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Stepped into the Life

For richer, for poorer
Til death do us part
Were words that we whispered
Straight from our hearts

I smiled as I saw you
You smiled back at me
A vision of beauty
For all eyes to see

It was crowded, yet quiet
We stood there alone
Though so many viewed us
We felt right at home

As love there surrounded
And brought us as one
We pronounced all our vows
Then walked to the sun

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The laundry piles in mountains.
It covers the whole floor. 
Just when I think I've done it all...
OOPS!Here comes some more!

"I'm sorry Mom, I forgot this."
and "Hey, if you don't mind...
I need this washed before tomorrow...
That is, if you have time."

"Oh sure" I say "No problem,
I'll do it just for you."
After all...I'm sure you know...
I have nothing else to do!

If I could just have one wish
to help with a daily chore,
It'd have to be that laundry 
wouldn't be needed anymore!

I might have time for reading
(or watching a trashy show!)
I hear there's great stuff on T.V...
I fear I'll never know!

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Poem Fun

I must be honest
I must confess
This is the hobby
That I like best

I love to read
I love to write
For poetry is
This man’s plight

My wife can’t see
Nor understand
Why poetry
Affects this man

I must admit
I do it all 
In silenced room
When heard, the call

I pen my thoughts
I ink my dreams
From Word documents
To PC Screens

I write for me
I write for you
I love this stuff
It’s what I do

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Ever Remain

If we were to melt the iron clouds
to a molten metal mist
We would ignite in a blink of an eye
under sparks from a midnight kiss
If we were to swim the Pacific, the blue
wrapping the rip currents raw
We would breathe water, crystal cold water
filling our lungs up in awe
If we were to swing from passionate prose
star to star hopping elite
We would illuminate silver slicked skies
from the moment the air touched our feet
If we were to fall into love, like we do
washing the slate down the drain
We would be wishless, soul satisfied
and determined to ever remain.

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Distract me with your loving hands
Steel from me that desiring glance
Please share with me erotic dance
I want you even more

I need to have you here this night
Please satisfy my lover’s plight
You are my only one true delight
I know that, yes for sure

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I'll Be Your Dream

I’ll hold open your door,
Gladly pull out your chair.
On a bus, I will stand
So, you can sit there.
I will let you walk first. 
I’ll throw my jacket down
When you need to walk through
The puddles on the ground.
I’ll come to your aid
If you should ever scream.
Your knight in shining armor,
I’ll be your dream.
Some say it is chivalry,
But I know what is true.
Why I do all these things
Is to love and respect you.

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Appreciative Eyes

Earthen figs, blooming soil
with leaves stiff leather fanned and bright
Green desire, invisible sky
with white cloud shadows in the whites of my eyes
Papaya pulp, caviar seeds
like the swollen thoughts of summer trees
Warm the skin, juice the chin
like orange blood from sea urchin seas
Breath of lungs, sun begins
to saturate kidneys and mush the mind
Braided fern, dragonfly dance
to float the air with swirling shine
Hazel eyes, chameleon turn into
what strikes their fancy on whims of light
Trap this moment, bottle the earth
What a gift, what a feast for my appreciative eyes...

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Ava's Smile

In your smile, I see:
skinned knees
laughing eyes
butterflies caught
sad good byes
wishes blown
to azure skies
all bottled up
in your grandmother's eyes
stories told
tear drops caught
kisses given
never bought
dreams kept
in your sleep
wrapping them 'round me
as I weep
a wish for winter
a love for snow
a mind full of wonder
and wanting to know
future forgiveness
and hearts trimmed in gold
all in your smile
at 3 years old.

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Dream of Celebrities II

Well, here I am again, with my tales from the night before.
Just when you thought you heard it all, here I am with more.
Remember back in “one” of the tales I told to you,
Well please sit back and listen, because here comes number two.

Bob Hope and Bing Crosby didn’t make it, they’re on the road.
Buster Keaton remained quiet, but communicated in code.
The Babe and Lou Gehrig were playing there own game
While poor old Gracie Allen could not remember her name.

George Washington, yeah he was there, even holding his old axe
Until Lizzie Borden came along and took it for some whacks.
Lady Godiva was there and I didn’t hear a word she said.
Marie Antoinette was there, and not without her head.

Ah, there goes Nostradamus, who said the earth would fail.
Oh, and there’s the Birdman, who couldn’t keep himself in jail.
Poor Ben Franklin looked like he just came in from a storm.
Oh, wow, check this out! Hey, Sammie, is that Norm?

Louis fourteenth and Robespierre were rehashing their old times.
Oh, look, there goes Dr. Seuss. I always loved his rhymes.
I even had the chance to ask King Arthur of Guinevere,
But that’s when Nostradamus came back and said the end is near.

Pope John Paul the second was chatting with Lady Di.
I didn’t have the guts to talk to them. I didn’t want to try.
Mugsy and Satch came over, from the other side of town.
Wilbur and Orville were there, but couldn’t stay on the ground.

Too many of these famous people, to say that they know me
Therefore, from this poem, now, I will really have to flee.
But, if I get the time to write more of this , you see
Then please check back, again, for this poem, number three.

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Love's Beauty

I climbed upon a mountain top,
hoping I could see
the world and all its beauty,
held captive just for me

But, as I climbed to reach the top
the clouds, they blocked my view.
So, I just sat and waited there
and saw images of you.

And now the clouds, they blew away.
The sky had turned to blue.
The world and all its beauty
couldn’t hold a candle to you.

I descended from the mountain top
with that vision, I did steal.
I learned, despite all beauty
my love for you is real.

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Dream World

There is a world not far away 
Where one can go to gain
A sense of safety, comfort too
A place of sun, no rain

Within the world, the flowers bloom
The sun shines ever on
The greenest grass, bees serenade
Buzz happy with their song

I’ll meet you there when you request
T’is there we two shall be
Along with family and friends of past
Again, all of them, we’ll see

It is a world set in our dreams
Though, not that far away
I hope that all can come and see
You’ll wish that you could stay

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My Alacrity

I smile in the rain, though grey and wet
I smile in the snow, though bitter cold
I smile in the heat, though dry with thirst
I smile all the time, though getting old

I smile with a tune, which plays in my head
I smile at those jokes, when told aloud
I smile when alone, because alone I am not
I smile because I am simply allowed

You cannot suppress it, the smile I have
Two dimples, red cheeks, set all aglow
I smile because I can, because I do choose
I smile a lot and I want it to show

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Play for Me

Play… play me a song upon this moonlit night
Let me dance to the music for you
My heart…it sounds with each note that you strike
As your music’s so elegant too

Play… play me a song written by your heart
As I’ll know each word as we sing
Together, the melody will float on the air
As happiness, to our hearts, it will bring

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Inga's Voice

The scents I hold intangible
yet haunt me still, they do
and noises are uncageable
I remember but a few
But feelings, thoughts and elements
I've found with great delight
are caught between my sentences
and this without a fight!
So baubles, bubbles and the like
are light upon my page
and float they do upon my lips
on days I'm filled with rage
They calm my inner spirit
and sweeten up my tongue
and remind me of the laughing hearts
we had when we were young
So capture up your own my friend
the memories of your choice
The words flow easy out your pen
Immortalize your voice...

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Lost in Love

Embracing you, now, at this very moment,
I can think of no other place I would rather be.
The world outside can wait and get along without me,
I’m lost in your love, my ever tranquility.

The scent of your being always gives me smile
The softness of your curves, well they give a rush.
My sweetness, this is all this man needs and wants.
I’m lost in your love; I need you ever so much.

Into your eyes I see now and tomorrow
I welcome the presence of each brand new day
In this lover’s embrace we’ll conquer each moment.
I’m lost in your love, with tears, I now say.

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Dream Sifting

Sleeping sprawled with open mouth
like bears, in caves, in winter
Dreams cling to your lady bug lights
and rain back down in splinters
Splinters of thoughts carried away by the day
and absorbed into weavings of nights
Swirling around in your room at the sound 
of my footsteps ~ a luminous sight
Thick in the midst of your sweet mind's spring cleaning
True hibernation of youth
In the peace of your sleep, I watch over you, keep
all the dreams that you don't want to let loose...

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This Dance

May I have this dance my darling?
Dance with me on clouds of white.
My smile for you is ever growing
Because our dance is sheer delight.

May I have this dance my darling?
Our song, it plays now on the breeze.
Listen, put your head upon my chest
Place your hands for mine to squeeze.

May I have this dance my darling?
The night is ours to dance away
The mood is right, the scene serene
Come on my darling, it’s time to sway.

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The Beauty of Love

Luminescent 'scape of setting sun
as ocean waves traverse the sea
and upon the view, in flying grace,
the hand of God, it comes for me.
Upon the breeze, a soft caress,
I am lifted to a height unknown.
A smell of salt and sweet perfume
assures me I am not alone.
She gazes now with bewildered look,
"Is all this soon to disappear?"
I tremble on and in response
I say just as she wishes to hear.
"Be it not gone when we arise,
my love for you forever grows.
For this beauty of love is ours to own
and like the ocean; forever flows."
Now, the sun has set; the day complete.
She and I lay in warm embrace.
Our eyes now close with silent prayers
to dream, yet see the other's face.

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Beautiful Things

The sweet innocence of children
As they play there on the hills
The laughter aloft in the air
As they roll in daffodils

The morning colors on the sea
As the sun greets each wave
The color changing ocean hues
That morning there displays

The smile that you show to me
Each time I see your face
Casts memories from my mind
For your beauty does replace

Sweet beauties placed upon this earth
So each day, even more, I can enjoy
Truth be known, compared to you
Your beauty is much more

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Luxury of Living Things

Spring is in my steps.
It's tucked behind my ear in orange blossoms.
It shivers me in sun in morning breezes
and stops to coil seeds in soil spun.
It foils all the last attempts of winter
to ice and freeze the sapling green decree
while slipping songs to birds in rectifying
the quiet of the winter's revelry.
Spring is in my smile.
It's braided in my breath of peppermint
It has me waking irises from frozen ground in sleep
and crushing air perfume into their scent
It matches every moon to slip in silver
It breathes the sun and warms the sullen ground
It wakes to dance the prelude into summer
to the luxury of living things abound...

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Love's Prelude

Sand the hour down to moments
Leave the dust beside the door
Call the taxi rush to honor
Shed emotions to the floor
Skin the listen with decision
Pull the wild trance to sing
Cancel all your past appointments
Leave behind the tears you bring
Kiss the air as if your last
Taste the rain and cut your hair
Show the world your passion laughing
Fleece the silver from your stare
Blow the solid moon a blanket
Find the locket that you lost
Melt your calling, moon is falling
Sell your pain at market cost
Strip the skin to bone endeavors
Lamp light all the stars above
For tonight you're breaking moments
For tonight you'll fall in love.

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Be Free to be Happy

Yes, be who you like, say what you will
I am for you to set you free
Dream what you like, act as you wish
I am here, just for you to be

Allow yourself fantasy, give into flight
If to catch, I will be there
But, if you’d like to take me along
Take my hand to go everywhere

Let me be what you always wanted
Your lover, your friend, your beacon, your joy
I just want to make you ever so happy
I’ll use all in my power and dreams I’d employ

So let yourself go, feel the wind in your hair
Smile as you sense my warm caress
My presence, eternal, this I declare
I offer you life anew without duress

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Full Disclosure

Tell me now of your feelings
Speak then of your intent
My heart proves inquisitive
Of your heart’s sentiment

I request you not dawdle
But share now of your mind
Say thoughts that you have
Stay not so confined

I beg now, I ask of you
What is it you wish for?
Tell me then, won’t you?
Is there an us, in store?

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Nature, the Teacher

Willows bend with the mighty wind
Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth
Pay attention, nature is teaching us
Lessons to give, since its very birth

Strength is in the willow as it bends
Not snapping like the Oak, so tall
To be flexible is the message for us
Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall

Birds tend to fly south in the winter
Showing instinct to stay safe and warm
Learn from the feathered teachers
Grow with changes, to escape harm

Turtles have a shell to protect them
They hide in it with no words to say
Learn from them, how they are handled
For they live to walk another day

The lion, the mightiest of hunters
Sits still and silently awaits its prey
Take a lesson here from the attacker
Wait your turn, it will come, your day

So look upon nature, the face of the earth
As it serves to teach us all what we need
Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once
With balance, then practice, you’re sure to succeed

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The Perfect Place

Extended there to greet the horizon
A jetty formed with rocks, in sea
A place to retreat, to find true peace
It feels as if it was meant for me

Well, in fact, it is there for the many
Climb and walk, feel sun and mist
Stand upon the tip to witness
Sun descends, the sea gets kissed

The jetty, there, children fish from
Lines are cast, hopes are set
Smiles, broad, as reeled in catches
Give meaning to the effort’s sweat

The many that traverse the formation
Have stories then to tell and share
Memories of days when all was perfect
Memories of days without a care

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Me and My Buddy

The mountainside etches a niche in the sky
As birds sing their praises while flying so high
The sun on the valley shows paths there to see
While hiking today, just my buddy and me

A rabbit, it scurries just a few feet ahead
While morning glories awaken in their sunshined on beds
The moon is still seen, but dimmed by the sun
As my buddy and me just hike and have fun

A wonderful start to be out here this sunny day
While nature itself seems to awaken and play
Buddy, he would bark, each time something ran by
And I, I would smile, one as broad as the sky

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Hand Out

Her spirit lives within her words
Although you may not understand
But look between the lines she offers
You’ll see her holding out her hand
If not for holding you when needed
Then for you, to hold her, very tight
Just take it then, it’s there for you
To give her strength when there’s a blight
Her friendship given is a blessing
For smiles she’ll leave upon your face
A treasured friend unlike another
One in fact you can’t replace
So, when you see her hand for holding
Take it fast before it’s gone
You’ll find her friendship is worth having
And will remain forever strong

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Chelynne's Book

Sand between my toes I've saved
along with flowers pressed
A tortoise shell of black and green
from when I lived out west
On my desk I even hold
a ruby found in ancient Rome
and opal shells made just for me
from snails I met in the Aegean Sea
But what I hold dear to my heart
comes clear the best in ink
So I seal them down indelible
and kiss them with a wink
I hold them here inside this book
along with thoughts of you
For, sister, you and I are one
instead of only two...

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Soul stir my attitude
Blow me a kiss
from off of the tip
of the top of your list
written in muse
in pockets crunched up
Just unlock your soul
and start off at the top
Amber in anklets
and peppermint pine
A song humming breath
from the day you were mine
Green gold in rings
from a shop lit in winter
and shards of blown glass
which you still have a splinter
Promise of virtue
and floating of vice
Circles of star storms
we saw once or twice
Pooling of thunder
over our heads
Watching the rain
without leaving our bed
Summer blonde hair
while we swam in the sea
all this and more
in your kiss blown to me...

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Fine Floyd

You're a fine man.

You have peeled your exterior
to reveal polished gold
Never holding out
Never growing old.

You're a fine man.

You have held out your hands
and fit both of mine in your palm
You laugh in constant good nature
and carry with you an infinite calm.

You're a fine man.

You have taught me as a father
and slipped me under your wing
Protected and secure and happy
as a child's ever been.

You're a fine man.

You have left a legacy of giving
and received much happiness too
I'm a fortunate girl in a million ways
and one of the ways is you...

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Change of Current

Shadows which cripple and crunch old emotions
into sparkling powders of glass and of sand
constantly slip,  as the old story goes,
through time and recurrence, and quick slight of hand
Starts with a whisper which sinks in to anchor
and drags on with seaweed and gouging of hearts
doubt better buried, and scars we have carried
limping old gloom pulls the anvil and sparks
Is this the kind of life that you want for yourself?
Chains on your ankles, steel tethered and bound
by the remnants of beaten down pin pricking sadness
anchored to the depths of your soul and long drowned?
Why not set sail on this fine afternoon
into sparkling waters which run past the sun
which engulf and crunch shadows to glittering silt
moving winds, filled with change which are sweet, sugar spun
Rust off the anchor to sputter and rest
in water logged graves long eaten by seas
Rise up to the moment, light-hearted and strong 
There's a change in the current, you're suddenly freed...

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Make Me Feel

I am calling you, where have you gone?
How come you’re not about?
I need to hear from you right now
Or I am going to shout.

Please calm me down, just as you do
I need your touch right now
My head it hurts, I’m so stressed out
I need relief and how!

Only you can truly make me feel
Obliterate my strife
Thank you oh so very much
For entering my life

Now, come right here, need you now
My head it truly spins
Soothe me with your gentle touch
Caress me now, my skin

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Answering Jonji

Walk on almond paths
of winter sprigs and thyme
floating upward under steps
you left for me in rhyme
I wish to counter balance
your magnitude and flow
with a whisper and an echo
like the winter winds which blow
Crisp inhale and wonder
with a cup of fresh brewed bliss
while the loose exhale of winter
turns my thoughts toward those I miss
You always memorize me
while you turn to me in kind
with a moment and a whisper
which you always leave in rhyme
I love you like forever
as you warm my hands in yours
as we wind on down our sensory paths
and land on different shores...

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Our New World

Welcome to the world of tomorrow
Yes, this world does exist today
I’ll try to eliminate all sorrow
So welcome, it’s time to now play

Smile, be joyful, take your sweet time
Tomorrow lasts forever, for us two
Every valley we walk and mountain we climb
Lasts eternal, so long as I am with you

So, welcome to the world of tomorrow
As we live today, tomorrow will never be
Aren’t you now, deplete of all sorrow?
We’re free to be together, completely

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Time With You

My day’s work, it just never seems to end.
I go home from the office, to things to do.
I never seem to have moments for myself,
Like enjoying a moment, some time with you.

Well, here is a resolution to make this year
I won’t worry about the house, the yard, the chores.
The things will remain broken, unless truly needed,
Because it’s time we all need and I’m giving more.

The money, it’s modest, my work, it’s a bore,
But my life will be better with this, I choose.
I’ll sacrifice money and time spent away
Just to spend so much more time with you.

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Backyard Memoirs

Tangerine shells, hollowed of pulp
left out to dry like pumpkin debris
Surinam cherries, peppered with bite
red juicy flesh, but mostly just seed
Sky line of rain trees, cloud chomping blue
to eat up my dreams and float me to sea
But, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
that right now resemble the woman in me
I'm not a fool, to live in these dreams
balmy and breathing the salt in the air
I've given up all of my conjuring thoughts
smashing up memories 'till you appeared
Tangerine shells, skin of my skin
now part of the soil at a home that's not ours
Leveled of trees, blown to the ground
Lifetime of growth stripped to earth in but hours
Still, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
listening strong as I storied my dreams
I'm not a fool, with wisdom defunct
but there's no leveling me by my memory's decree.

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Stirring to Storms

Eye twitch to thunder
Bed stretch to rain
Pod of our house
with tin roof as our skin
Drip of papayas
Moment of green
Every last leaf
with a slick and a sheen
Compass of darkness
Clouds kissing trees
Cumulous whisper
to us on our knees
Noses to windows
Peeping to see
the music which pulled us
from blankets of sleep.

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Strawberry Effects

You spoke words that served as magic
When they were spoken from your lips
The things they said, things they did
Brought subtle life back to my hips

Movement then was stirring
I was writhing, wishing for more
Speak those words again my love
Then we’ll see what lips are for

When I fed you those sweet strawberries
Who knew where that would lead?
Those words you said, the way you ate
I was brought down to my knees

If that is what you wanted
Then, darling, this is true
The things you want from me
Are the things I want from you

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That Special Place

The distant view, the land that’s seen
From the mountain where I stand
Is of my dreams, that place of dreams
That one true happy land

I hope to reach upon this day
To stand among the crowds
Who reside therein this happy place
And sing with them so loud

Then my dreams will be no more
As my wants would all be met
For in this place, this place of dreams
The land I’ll not forget

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Heavenly Presence

I call upon the morning sunshine
Please shine on me throughout the day
I love to feel your warmth upon me
So stay with me, though come what may

Upon descent of brilliant sunshine
The moon then rises for the night
I pray you, too, stay upon me
Until the dawn of new sunlight

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Birth Right

The evening sky covers the field like a blanket
As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see
The beauty of the land’s new reflective splendor
Opens to the eyes of those who wish view happily

As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see
My eyes squint to retrieve the beauty falling before
I smile as my heart sighs with the image bestowed
At this time of the evening, the earth now adorned

The beauty of the land’s new reflective splendor
Is a daily reminder of the many gifts on the earth
I remain thankful for my time and my witnessing
These many gifts granted as a right, from my birth

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When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
    The passing of the moon, surreal event
      A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

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The Light Draws Me In

The moon sparkles on ripples of the sea
As I stand here watching, admiring luminescence
In the distance a dolphin puts a show on for me
Offering the true meaning of lunar essence

The crescent ornament hanging in the sky
Almost kisses the sea in the distance
Yet remains close to touch, offering beauty not denied
Giving this man new meaning of his own existence

With great wonder, with peace, this view calls to me
My feet are now wet by the high tide and surf
Thankful, now, that I was brought here to see
The most beautiful site on the face of the earth

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With , She

With a flutter of the eye lashes
With a look, so soft, demure
With soft whispers in the ear
She keeps me wanting more

With her words clearly spoken
With her hands, soft caress
With her lips, pouting moistly
She welcomes with finesse

With desires ever flowing
With her heart ever so pure
With a hint of sensuality
She makes me want her more

With her fire deep within her
With the need to douse the flame
With the want to be fulfilled
She calls to me by name

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Pleasing Her

Sweet scented neck
Such a perfumed delight
I bite and I savor
Each day and each night

Her skin is so soft
As my lips taunt and tease
Her smile assures me
I am able to please

I hear from her throat
A moan and a sigh
I’m able to sense now
That she’s feeling high

So high do I send her
To the skies up above
To share in the beauty
That we both then call love

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Songs in my Heart

Since I was a child with dreams, oh so many,
my heart, it wished to be a player of song.
I listened and learned all the words that I heard
So, when the music started, I could sing along.

As I got older, I knew I had a talent for words, 
I was able to write many a poem and song.
So, my next big attempt at the music game
was getting an axe and learning to play along.

I took it to bed and I prayed to God
that He would bless me with all of the skill.
I’d practice morning, noon and night, without flaw.
I thought I’d do it. I had the will.

As I got older, I realized the importance
of the music that flowed in my head.
However, I’m no rock star, nor ever will be,
I play my music for sheer enjoyment, instead.

The thrill of my songs flowing through to my hands
made me search for more instruments to play.
I taught myself the drums and the piano, too.
“You’re a one man band”, my friends used to say.

Ah, but, even today all types of music inspire
those dreams that had laid dormant inside.
But, my love for music has never been hidden
and my enjoyment when playing still thrives.

So, when I hear about all of these new talents,
some young, some old, but at the top of the charts.
I have to smile because I still think I could have
made it to the top with the songs in my heart.

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She Comes

She comes to me, silhouetted by radiant light
Making my every thought to be only of her
Allowing me breaths, but short and then fast
It is with her, here, my emotions now stir

Making every thought to be only of her
She reaches her hand to take that of mine
Leading me on, admiring her beauty
She lays out her plan, her lovely design

Allowing me breaths, but short and then fast
I lean in to kiss her, gently at first
I want this to last, forever and ever
But her beauty seduces, for her, I now thirst

It is with her, here, my emotions now stir
As hands gently wander her softness and curves
I’ll love her forever, but will settle this evening
Giving her everything she surely deserves.

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Listen Not

Listen not to their blind opinions.
They say we're acting just like fools.
But, as we stand upon the stage we call life;
truly, we make all of the rules.
The lives we lead, they are just that,
our lives, our dreams, our hopes and fears.
They'll keep saying the things they say.
Let them talk, but let us not hear.

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Where Beauty Lives

Where beauty lies is foreign
A land not under feet
To one day travel, venture
To go there, for to meet
With hopes and aspirations
Of dreams, then, to come true
With beauty there, I’ll wander
Across the waters, blue

For there is all the passion
As two then grow to be
Like a flower in the garden
Grown, from one small seed
A blossoming of feelings
A bouquet of new rewards
A blessing of ascetic wonder
For two beings in accord

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No Other Place

No other place I would rather be,
For no sweeter scent can fill my head.
My arm has found its place for life,
Wrapped around you, here in bed.

Soft curves of your being welcome touch
As my hands wander so softly around
Listen not, to the world outside the window,
But to my heart, for you, it sounds.

My mind would jump so quickly ahead,
But here, right now, I’ve slowed it down.
I’m enjoying our time, as time should be
As we both leave the solid ground.

No other place I would rather be,
The world outside will remain out there
I’m here with you, in mind and body,
Two souls together, without a care.

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Thankful Now

Laying on my back in this grassy knoll
Appreciating the sky and its splendor
The smells of the flowers, as birds then fly 
Give thoughts to my mind, newly rendered

It was here that we met some time ago
A day much like today, it was sunny, bright
I said, “how do you do, May I sit a spell?”
You said, “Yes, but please don’t block my light.”

The book you were reading, I cannot remember
But your nose stayed in there, just for a bit
Your attention was desired, I applied all I had
Until you gave in and succumbed to my whit

I told you a joke, you pretended to laugh
The cutest of laughs I had ever really heard
It compared to a child’s, so lively and free
I saw your personality without even a word

We talked on for hours, lost track of the time
It seems that we hit it off from the very start
T’was so much in common, even friends we had
That at that moment we exchanged our hearts

Now, today as I lay here remembering then	
While I wait for you, for our date, to arrive
I smile as I see the true beauty of things
I’m thankful for your making me feel so alive

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Southern Girl

I minted purity in flowers
dancing daisies, wild wheat
blowing thus in brittle wind
which grandma said comes from out east
I blacked knees with soil skin
roots entangled, frying sun
'gainst the wilting of the winter
toward a breath that's just begun
I lit the candles on the back deck
air gone sheer with heat delight
smoking whispers of a sunburn
held on cheeks well through the night
I kissed the calling of desire
mirrored eyes, impetuous mouth
and beat my heart to the pulse of summer
bare feet finally at home in the south.

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It comes from within me
Down, so deep down inside
It sometimes completes me
That voice I can’t hide
It seems lyrically able
I hit some high notes
I enjoy all the feelings
The occasional votes
Love when I’m singing
I’m peaceful, at ease
I wish I could share
I desire just to please
With mic in my hand
My dream, then be set
To sing for all others
I’m not there just yet
One day, I hope maybe
When I make that choice
But for now in my darkness
I sing loud with my voice

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I love you when you're lucid
(or when your mind is going)
and even when the whiskers
of your confidence are blowing
I love it when your tannins 
filled with acid burn my mouth
and even when you stop short
asking what I'm all about.
I love it when your voice
all crackling, sunlit, fills the room
I love you even though I'm mourning
and you left too soon...

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Something's On My Mind

My mind, it wanders to and fro
It never seems quite still
With all of its imaginings
It’s you that gives it thrill

It thinks of you, my glasses steam
Then engines run high speed
Because the very thought of you
Increases every need

So if you feel my mind’s not there
When conversation’s lacking
It isn’t that. You’re on my mind
With dreams of me attacking  heh heh heh

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Dreams Passion

At night as dreams just come alive
My heart there beats so fast
My hands, they reach to hold you close
As love’s in reach at last
The minute that I feel you near
I pull you close to me
No other love can be as strong
As the love I have for thee

Oh, feel the breath upon your neck
As senses become excited
My darling, I am here for you
With fires now ignited
For passion lives within the night
As darkness comes around
The light of love then shows the way
To clouds aloft we’re bound

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In the Open

I placed it there within her grasp
My hand to love her, she held tight
We walked along the hidden path
As dark was defeated by moonlight
Jasmine scent, it lingered strong
Through evening hours, what a treat
My girl and I, alive with song 
Were walking on to our hearts beat

With a loving look, she then spied
A field of lilies, our bed for night
Where there to lay and love reside
We’ll slumber there until daylight
Awaken then to a new day’s sun
To yawn, stretch and greet the day
We unite again, make bodies one
As there’s no shame for love’s display

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Say my name tonight and always
Call me when your heart does need
Let me know your great desires
Provide your love, for then I’ll feed

Waste not, any single minute
Time’s of the essence, let’s live now
Hearts entwine right at this moment
We’ll gift each other, as hearts allow

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Pleasure Palace

In a land so very far away
Exists a castle fifty stories high
With a room for every day of the year
I can only wish to get to there before I die

They say each room has a theme
For each theme brings such pleasure
If one’s to take their time in each room
They will certainly find their hearts treasure

A man, there, can feed his every need
His desires, whatever they are, would be met
For there, he would be able to fulfill all his dreams
Giving him grand memories, ones he’d never forget

If you’re ever in that part of the world
You’re looking to have the time of your life
Head to the castle with a years worth of rooms
But consider, first, if you should bring your wife

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Pleasant Dreams

In pleasant dreams I lay in wonder
Silently visualizing the world’s display.
Appreciating beauty, granted, abounding
Leaves me with smiles, upon waking day.

Landscapes, the scenes, the flora and fauna
Incites the senses I have deep within.
Nature, like artwork, the world is the canvas 
Is an inviting temptation. I’m ready to sin.

Sin? Yes I will, the beauty invites me.
For if truly a sin, than a sinner I be.
Tempting; the colors, the softness, the wonder
Enter my nights. The dreams beckon me.

The dreams of the night are my dreams of the day,
Always enticing and are infinite, as well.
Share these dreams? I guess that I’ll have to,
But only with you if you promise not to tell.

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Wilt Me

Drizzle languid silver sleep
upon my lids, lashes curled
to trap my dreams, lest they escape
and sink to the bottom of oceans
Let the windows kiss the sun
hold my face, warmed to sleep
liquid limbs, to slumber on,
and wilt me the afternoon...

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Leather was absolutely everywhere
The smell of liquor lingered throughout
Long hair, spiked hair, blue hair, green hair
The music was what it was about

We, as teens, came forth in droves
To get polluted and to listen real good
Totally awesome, standing right by the amp
Listening, as one really should

This club in Staten Island was my stomping ground
Snuck in with a bottle of JD in my jacket
Musicians came and played all their songs,
Though my parents thought it was all a racket.

The music was great, each group I heard
Like Generation X, Catholic Girls and Joan Jett
Here I saw the Ramones like five times, too
A better time, no one could ever get.

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In My Mind

In a secret corner of my mind
A place I often go
I exit the world, peacefulness there.
It’s a place, we all should know.

A haven for thoughts or dreams alike,
A place of safety too,
But there, when I am alone in thought
I, so often, think of you.

Never wish to leave just where I am.
No, never leave this place,
For a look of happiness can always be seen
When looking upon my face.

I hope to see you there some time
And take a moment or two.
If you can’t make it, worry not
For I will dream of you.

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Summer Morning Time

With each swing of the pendulum, time is kept.
Each minute evolves into hours, hours into days.
The tick tock movement keeps the beat, musically.
Methodically enchanting, as the piano man plays.

Each note that he plays comes deep from his heart
Allowing the ears to appreciate the meaningful tune
Keeping beat with the arm, swinging above him
Keeping me entertained this one morning in June.

I sit here and can hear him playing his music
Lovely it is, as it gently floats on the breeze.
Musically enchanted this wonderful moment
As I listen to the man who plays with such ease.

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Cause, Baby

Ooh, I can hear the wind blow on this cold winter morning
Rising with the sunrise really is not what I wish to do
Stay beneath the blanket while the wind howls outside the window,
Snuggling close together, staying warm. Is that for you?

I feel so safe and warm, under here, this very moment.
Sensing your arm around me, though I know you’re not awake.
Loving every minute of this quiet time, I have now.
Wishing not to rise, this feeling, not to take.

But quickly I remember that last night was Friday evening,
Therefore this morning’s rise is mine to decide.
I will stay right here, snuggled tightly to your bosom,
‘Cause, baby, I can’t leave then if it’s cold like this outside.

Snuggling up closer, yeah, right there, that’s where it’s at.
Feeling every worry and fear, in my body, start to go,
Provides a smile to my face and a fire to my furnace,
There’s heat under this blanket, while outside there is snow.

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Heaven on Earth

As children, we’re told of Heaven, the place;
The final destination, decorated with grace.
I see, now, that may have always been true
But, I’m also in Heaven when I’m with you.
Angels, we’re told, have wings set for flight,
With hearts so pure, they’re Heavens delight.
I see, now, that may have always been true
But, no angel above, could steal the light from you.
You see, I see, what I feel in my heart, my being
When I look deep inside, it is you that I’m seeing.
Each thought of perfection and love that abounds
Is reflected in your smile and love that surrounds.

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We're a Part

Sun peeks through green filled trees
Blue birds chirping their happy tune
Morning glory scent, captured on a breeze
Days like this, show beauty, true

One with nature, breathing springtime air
Enjoying God’s creations, amazing view
Bowed in reverence, with a heartfelt prayer
To take it all in, while standing with you

I see the nature, the gifts from above
The beauty of the earth, offered each day
I feel the presence and can feel the love
We’re one with nature, forever to stay

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The photo placed there on my desk
Shows happy days when love was young
Smiling faces, traveling west
With so many songs still yet to be sung

We had the world then within our grasp
For we had found the happiness key
We knew our thoughts and feelings they’d last
The rest my friend, was history

Because of love we then were wed
As we both looked on to our days ahead

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Hats Off to Lori

I need just to tip off my hat to inspire
this palest of blonds in her bristling fire
From glints in her eyes which force me to smile
to dreams she lays out like a feast.
I wish to be near her and wander her presence
from every word which becomes every sentence
From family to friend in a spark of an instant
this sister of mine is complete.

All of your dreams are quite safe with me
I'll fill up my hat with you eternally
From moonshine to cold in our hair in the city
we memorize every street.
Let's always promise to keep this connection
of just you and me and a night of perfection
From winter's embrace to our laughing reflections
Replacing my hat, I'm complete.

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Friends to the End

I know we never met, really, never saw each other.
That isn’t something that should even have relevance.
Realize, dear friend, that through our correspondence
We have grown closer, a friendship with elegance.

I have come to know you, your dreams and wishes
And you, oh friend, now know me, equally, as well.
Those secrets in your heart and your wonderful mind,
Don’t worry, they’re safe with me. I’ll never tell.

I have come to know you, the person that you are and
The things, your essence, that keep you going each day.
I know your fears, your hopes, and even your desires
And that there are things you will never wish away.

You have come to know me, my thoughts and dreams,
The way I view life and my feelings for all.
You are a true friend, perhaps more another time,
But know this, I’ll come when you beckon and call.

For, our friendship, something I value more than myself,
It dictates that on me you can always, in every way, depend.
You have my love. You have my thoughts and prayers.
You have all of me! We are friends to the end!

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Another World

In the world of the blind, all would look the same
No physical imperfections, or skin color, just name
People wouldn’t be judged on the way they appear
In the world of the blind, we’d only feel and hear

In the world of the deaf, no bad words abound
No curses, no comments, no, not ever a sound
If one was to utter the harshest, let’s say
In the world of the deaf, we’d just walk away

In the world of the mute, not a bad word expressed
No anger, no hatred, the world would be blessed.
No stupid thoughts or evil would ever come through
In the world of the mute, only loving we’d do

Many people think these things are just afflictions
But in all of these worlds, no needs for inflictions
For peace and for calm would almost always exist
In the world of these people, are senses really missed?

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What's Meant

Speak to me, not of weather
Speak to me, not of events
Speak only of us, my dear one
For which our tongues were meant

Look at me not ill favored
Look at me not with disgust
Look at me only, my dear one
As our gazes were meant just for us

Touch me not, out of worry
Touch me not, just to shove
Touch me only, my dear one
To express our heart felt true love

So when alone, my lovely
As dreams come pounding through
Dream of me, my dear one
As I shall be dreaming of you

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Kenzie and Ava

One has a sleeping bag
One a knit hat
in pink with a pearly
heart button at that
One loves her poetry
One loves to sing
She hums with maturity
whispered age brings
Both love to dance
(they sure do love to dance)
They hold hands in waltzes
and butterfly prance
They twirl with no music
and laugh twinkle eyes
They tumble in heaps
of their sweetness surprise
Both are identical
Both are unique
Both hold my heart
trapped in moments they keep
One has dark curly hair
One in straight blond
Plastic barrettes 
to the ball and beyond
One loves her somersaults
One loves her art
Both love each other
and never will part...

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Give Me Time

Allow me to touch the face of this angel
She calls to me now, hear then her plea
A beckoning wail from deep in her heart
A lamenting love song meant just for me

She calls to me, when dreams are alive
She comes to me offering all of her love
Allow me to touch the face of this angel
Before she is called to go back up above

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She's Perfect

My lover, she’s a precious gem
She sparkles for my pleasure
I would not ever turn her in
For she is my own treasure

My lover, she’s a shining star
That sparkles in the sky
Yet, never is she very far
For together we both fly

My lover, she’s the radiant sun
That wakes with me each day
She is the reason for my fun
For she often loves to play

My lover’s also quite sincere
She can be serious too
That is why I hold her near
And why I’m never blue

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I'm Always Close

No matter how I ever wander
Nor where I place my feet
I will be forever grateful
To the many friends I meet

I will never be too far away
Just hold me yet so dear
So if one day I am to leave
In heart, I’ll still be near

My friends do not ever worry
I will always be in view
For every road I ever wander
Forever leads me back to you