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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

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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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Before the night is Over (He's coming back) pt.2

                  Well my friend, my conscience would not allow me the pleasure.
              The pleasure not to report the news that I treasure.  That as I
              open the book, the book full of new's, a book full of true's.
                  All that I know, and them to be in doubt, one day they will all
              shout, "He's coming back", "Before the nite is over".  That's what
              the Bible (the book) is all about.  "Enter ye in at the straitgate: for
              wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction.
              Lord (now): "Show me the way Home", the poem is all about subduction.

             "Before the night is Over, the attempt is to capture your mind".  So may
               you be aware, as he is lead, lead like a lamb to be slaughter.  He is
               beaten like as if they don't care, he look like news I cann't share but
               the book (Bible) say's the reason he suffer for you and for me.
                  Because Love, Well yes my friend, [Love] is the reason to feel free!!..
                    My conscience want allow me the pleasure, that I too was less inform.
                That, cause of my sin, I couldn't be reform, and many amonst many was
                 also in doubt.  "Before the night is Over, hope all once blind, now see".
                Before the nite is over, before the night is become dawn and just before
                the dew hit's the ground.   

               "Give your life to what is living and not to a deadless Clover".  Do this, feel
               "Before the night is Over".

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The Welfare Poem

The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.

It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.

With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.

It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.

I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.

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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same

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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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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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                                  THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.

That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.

In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,

That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.

In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;

For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.

Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.

                                                   Judy Ball

For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud

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                                            UNDERSTANDING POETRY

A poem is more,
Than rhythm and rhyme.
The words must have balance,
With tempo and time.

Free Verse is like that,
The words have a blend,
That helps it to flow,
From beginning to end;

Sometimes like honey,
From a sweet honey tree,
Sometimes like a river,
As it flows to the sea;

But there's always a message,
Or a story that's told.
The words can be sweet,
Or compelling and bold.

A poet's an artist,
Painting pictures with words,
Bringing out music,
Your ears haven't heard;

A music that comes,
From down deep in your soul.
It makes one feel free,
It makes one feel whole,

To be able to write,
Words that reach out and touch,
Something special inside you,
And bringing out much,

Of the feelings inside you,
That we often hide,
Often revealing things,
So deep inside,

Even you did not know,
Were hiding in there,
But the words shine a light,
On beliefs and on cares;

So when you read a poem,
Don't just read words on paper.
You must feel them and taste them,
For words have a flavor.

Sometimes it's bitter,
And sometimes it's sweet,
But if you taste it,
It's always a treat;

For a poet shows more,
Than the stories he's told.
When he shows you his poems,
He shows you his soul.

                                   Judy Ball

(Tread lightly and don't kill the messenger)

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“Coming of age” happens twice in life It not always at the same time The physical change nature will bring But, the other is in your mind Sometimes an adult can be a child And a child can be an adult The physical change is still the same The mental, an unknown result It seems you mentally “come of age” As responsibilities grow Being responsible for others Suddenly your adultness shows Although you reach the “coming of age” You still want to stay young at heart That’s a condition you should maintain So keep thinking young from the start
"Coming of Age" Contest Submitted by Charles Sides

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When the twilight of your years is here
And the sky is only starlit
Think only this of one who loved you dear
How many times I used to sit

And read you tales of times gone by
Or show you clouds as dale and hill 
The limit was beyond the sky
The empty void was yours to fill

Did you fill it with all your heart
And not regret the chance you took?
If you did, though heaven falls apart,
Life’s evening closes not the book.

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Passions driven from deep within.
Crowded room dank with unanticipatory thought.
Understood; but not.
A question asked, but not soon answered.
One day I will find our true meaning.

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Enrollment day begins for us
the moment we arrive.
We begin our education
in the University of life.
The subjects taught are vital.
They're stressful and demanding.
They require our full attention,
in our search for understanding.
Lessons are taught over and over,
again and again and again.
And every lesson will be repeated,
until we understand.
No one will ever drop out.
No one will ever fail.
Every lesson will be taught
with intricate detail.
Pride will come to us all
from lessons we have learned.
We'll then walk with confidence,
with the wisdom we have earned.
Choices are what shapes us,
with experience and strife.
Lessons taught are not forgot,
in The University OF Life.

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Painful Reminder

If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.

I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.

The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)

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For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!

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The People In The World

I used to think they wanted trees.
The people in the world.
I forgot that all they had was lawns.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted animals.
The people in the world.
They killed off over half.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted health.
The people in the world.
Half are now obese.
The people in the world.

They said we had to learn.
The people in the world.
We're learning from machines.
The people in the world.

They think the goal is peace.
The people in the world.
They're saying we're all different.
The people in the world.

Their time is getting short.
The people in the world.
The'll wait until the end.
The people in the world.

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My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross

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Moments Matter

Born of moments matter
	To burn for moments sake
Condemned to moments past
	For future moments make

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Fleeting Freedoms

Elderly man’s fishing net hangs in his shed
The fish he caught in his backyard stream multiply
Net use was banned; he couldn’t afford a pole
Joy and sustenance gone, a tear falls from his eye

House Bill 875 would ban backyard farms
Forcing vegetable growers to invest cash
In overpriced produce on supermarket shelves
Uncle Sam flexes his muscle, makes his whip lash

The right to freely worship is endangered
As prayer is prohibited in public schools
Government intrusion invades all our lives
Public pleas are not heard by those who make rules

Freedom to choose our doctors is now threatened
Socialized medicine diminishes choice
Speech censorship? Just ask the Smothers Brothers
Who canceled their own show with a stifled voice

As crime escalates, look to the constitution
The NRA spends billions to protect Americans' rights
To bear arms against oppressors while thieves laugh
And sue owners of homes invaded in the night

Can this be what our forefathers had in mind
When they sought to escape a king’s tyranny?
Our rights are being limited more each day
In a nation spawned to promote liberty

Natural disasters prelude Judgment Day
Eerie escalation – tsunamis, earthquakes
But perhaps when the dust finally settles
Those who survive will learn from our past mistakes

Governments will form only to preserve peace
Not to strip away rights ancestors pursued
Don’t blink!  Precious freedoms are now endangered
By those who feel they’re elected to intrude

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The Cry of Heart

              Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes
Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries

My feet are advancing towards the hangman’s platform
     O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries

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The Road to "Recovery"

My instructor said "Just get in"
I reluctantly sat in the contraption
My legs were moved by a machine
Heavy breathing was my only reaction

Soon enough I was exalted
I got out praying for a nice swim
I was escorted to a contraption
That thing about tore me limb from limb

I guess wellness does have it's price
I could not even take two steps
But the thought of leaving, gave impress
And I didn't want any more tests!

My wheelchair was strong and had a good motor
I drove it down the highway to a gas station
I asked "How far to the nearest Interstate?"
He said "Your fifty miles from indoctrination!"

My stupid wheelchair stalled just out of town
I saw four buzzards circling me, overhead
A white van pulled up and took me back
Guessing it's better to be well, than to be dead

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Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full

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What if I were Robin Hood
and Dave Wood was just a street name?
What if I were sick of an industry/kingdom
that's brought so much wealth and fame?
What if?

What if I got tired of fighting Prince John
just to have a bigger piece of the pie?
What if I long for more than Locksley
and in fact I'm more than meets the eye?
What if?

What if while you pen your next poem
you unknowingly hum a lyric I wrote?
What if I really needed a sabbatical
some time to clear this mind and throat?
What if?

What if the truth started leaking out
like warm tears from a broken heart?
What if here in the midst of Poetry Soup
I started feeling like I was a part?
What if?

What if I were dying inside to tell you
like a confession I really felt like I could? 
What if it wasn't about Sherwood Forest
all along it had been to save Robin Hood?
What if?

What if a simple poem contest for glory
brought more riches than all the bling?
What if I've fallen hard for sweet Marian
to reveal myself could ruin everything?
What if?

What if all my new friends I read everyday 
now feel closer than even Little John?
What if I decided to tell Will and Friar Tuck
no, not tonight but tomorrow at dawn?
What if?
What if?

Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: Robin Hood
Date: 4-20-14
Form: Quatrain

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Seize the Day

Some chances, come once in a lifetime
It is important to seize the day
If you don't you'll be filled with regret
As you watch goodfortune go away

Yes it's true, hindsights twenty twenty
If only you had taken that chance
When it comes to luck you make your own
Stop waiting, just take part in the dance

If you don't strike while the iron's hot
You won't be able to change its shape
Superman, couldn't rescue the girl
If he was afraid to put on his cape

Taking chances is not so easy
It often requires nerves of steel
When in the end you receive your prize
You will be glad that you spun the wheel

Then you can say remember that time
I am so glad that I seized that day
Who would have thought, life could be so good
I am so glad it turned out this way

Seize the Day Free verse

Will your lifetime pass
Along with your chances
Days lost not seized  
Abandoned to the sands of time
Left to sit in a pool of regret

Don't look back with twenty twenty vision
To the time you were so blind
Don't let good fortune be a fleeting guest
She wants to sit at your table
She says come to me 
Dance with me
Seize the day

Pour her a glass of wine
Seduce her
Take her in your arms
Lay her on your bed
Make her want to stay
Lesser men will turn away

Don your cape
Be the Superhero
Spin the wheel
Rewrite the future
Claim your prize
Make your dreams reality
Luck does favor the bold

One day
You can look back and remember
You seized the day
Your life was fully lived
Regrets few
You can choose to be full
Proof that dreams do come true

Metamorph contest

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Bigfoot's Ancient Great Granddaddy

Who is Bigfoot’s Great-grand Daddy?

Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing, uprightly he flees astride.
Only tracks are left behind and the mystery accrues.

They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size a hairy manlike beast.
Is he really all they say, or are the stories contrived?
And if he lives, tell me, are our imaginations fleeced?

(Genesis 27 … paraphrased…) 
Jacob goes to get two goats and steal his father’s blessing. 
Their mom prepared a feast of goat, delicious, to Isaac’s taste.
Then, tied goatskin to Jacob’s neck and hands, realizing. 
Jacob dressed in Esau’s clothes calmly goes to his father with haste.

Meanwhile, Esau, far away was hunting for venison as asked. 
Traipsing around through the scrubby woods tracking.
Moving quickly with his great might to fulfill his father’s task.
A man with hair like that of a goat, his birthright was loosing.

Jacob smelled like Esau and the fields, but his voice…
Isaac questioned, so he felt Jacob’s goatskin clad hands.
Satisfied by the goatskin disguise, destiny made its choice.
Jacob received a blessing of wealth and all of his father’s lands.

When Esau returned with the venison feast, deceit was revealed. 
But it was too late his birthright was gone; he was very mad.
“Give me a blessing, father please.” He begged as he kneeled.
You shall live on the fat of the earth…unyoked…his father said.

I wonder –
Is Bigfoot, like Esau, a hunter-gatherer with hands as hairy as a goat?
Does he live independently, a type of man, a scary giant beast?
Wandering upon earth, too and fro, with life barely afloat.
Brothers separated by that ancient deceit filled feast.

Is Bigfoot the hunter-gatherer living on the fat of the land?
Has he since the day of Rachael’s scam lived secluded and beastly?
Have generation upon generation descended that ancient hunting man? 
Could Isaac in the Bible be Big Foot’s ancient Great-grand Daddy?

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The Sunny Side

Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear Never wishing to complicate our lives Want happiness with very few tears The world is surely not a perfect place It has flaws we must overcome But always looking on the sunny side Helps us deal with them one by one Sure not an expert when it comes to love I only know what I've observed Over many years of experiencing life We usually get back what we serve So I'll try to sum it up in a nut shell Here's what I've discovered through life It takes a bunch of give and take But basically we're all much alike Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear So keep on looking on the sunny side Happiness is always near © Jack Ellison 2012

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Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.

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dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday

for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober

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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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Without a Reason

My own life is outside my jurisdiction
Freedom is in need of a new definition
Why wake and dress and eat and sleep?
Myself in this prison why do I keep?

All movement determined by outside forces
No need to think, feel or make my own choices
Consider the waves of the sea in constant motion:
For their existence is there a higher notion?

Compelled to race to their destined shore
When their goal is reached they are no more
Is that how and why we live this life?	
Is there no other reason for this suicidal strife?

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Love's Magic

I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.

So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.

You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.

Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!

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Time's Flight

Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.

The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.

We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.

Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.

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I'm Nearing A Store

I'm nearing a store.
Has it something for me?
No; I'm nearing the next.
Hoping there's something to see.

I'm nearing a store.
For something that's new.
Fearing the worst.
Hoping for few.

I'm nearing a store
for something I need.
Only to eat.
Hoping to feed.

I'm nearing a store.
Have I been here before?
Bored again and again.
Hoping that time will soar.

I'm nearing a store.
long after I'm dead.
Placed in a coffin my size.
Hoping I'm free and fled.

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                                               Consistency is key! 
                                         Keep praying and you'll see!
                                           The lord isn't ignoring me!
                                         He is testing my consistency!

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Not All Knowledge Is Power

Is't sweeter to find an expected dagger
Than an unexpected daffodil?
To be right and find your apple pie stolen
Than find one left for you upon the sill?
If knowledge grants a sovereign power
Its symbol must be yin and yang
For on a peg of hopeless hopes
Is not where our happiness should hang
The farmer who plants a rotten seed
Must reap a venom crop
Some men who live on lesser grains and envy greens
Can find it difficult to stop
Is one's one-day rest too restive
Or one's six-day sweat too sweat
That a surprise sun-kissed baptismal rain
Should not inspire a gladder beat?
Look to the inkdrop atomic ant
No insurance against acts of man
But he lives, loves, and toils in every step
Do you not think we can?

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My View on Things

Italians have called me paisan 
Blacks have called me brother
I have my own philosophy 
And do not need another

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No one knows the hour of Christ’s return.
And when he comes to earth what will He find?
A place where man and creatures co-exist
Or places where the greed of man confines?

Has man replenished Earth as God commands?
Using what he needs, taking nothing more?
Or has he ravaged resources and lands?
Will Jesus see a sight He shall abhor?

Many folks have forgotten God above.
They treat the gifts from Him with no respect.
Forgetting that He created us with love.
To often folks forget they must protect.

Remember to recycle replenish and reuse.
Plant another tree where one has fallen down.
Go green; mulch veggie wastes with yard refuse.
Before too long rich dirt will there be found.

Hugekultur methods restore and save, too.
Growing plants stay moist with hands-off!
Thus leaving time and money just for you.
Conserve water, too by turning faucets off.

Each one of us with awareness can take part.
Why not begin by reusing cloth bags at shops?
Look around to see where you can start.
Prepare the earth to shine without teardrops.

I will do my best to use everything that I own until it either wears out, breaks and 
cannot be repaired, or I have recycled it to another family through our local yahoo 
freecycle group.

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beyond Earth Hour Writing Challenge :
Sponsored by Nikko Palmario 

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I was Born for heavenly aim

Who said, a soldier was born to die?
Hitherto dose’nt prove hence who said why? 
Why do they yell and, do cry?
For a man who reached ample high!
Abode of eternity!
Heaven of infinity!

A soldier ,who live and die for the nation,
Is not a forgettable or midget creation,
He who died in this passionate passion,
Left a noted precedent of noble division,
Of his noble birth
For his nation worth,

In peace in war, who stand still, 
In rain,rage,rill,tempest,tornado,typhoon and fill,
His soul with a righteous will,
To bring back peace in country till,
Comes serenity,
Comes tranquility,

I’m a soldier, born to live, for heavenly aim,
Born to serve,defend, and earn eternal fame,
My life is reserved hence not lame,
Man of concrete, Soldier is my name,
Don’t matter, If I’d die,
Tell my mom not to cry,
Born to live,
Not to Die.

Written By
Mohammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
1136 am 14 June, 2014

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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 was promised a bike
Then I made my dad mad
He said it was my fault
All because I was bad

Promises promises
Yes so easy to make
little pieces of dreams
That other people take

My first lover told me
She'd love me for all time
What we had was special
She would always be mine

Promises promises 
Yes so easy to make
Little pieces of dreams
That other people take

Still I kept believing 
These wishes would come true
Promises promises
Would stop making me blue

So I made a promise
One I hoped would be true
It turned out my promise
Wasn't easy to do

Promises promises
Yes so easy to make
Little pieces of dreams
That even I can take

I look to the heavens
I can now see so clear
He's the promise keeper
Who has always been here

His wonderful promises
Have all been made and kept
With this realization
I just silently wept

He gave me some loved ones
To show dreams can come true
There really are people
Whose promises are true

A shout out to some of the promise keepers 
Who have made a difference in my life. Mom, Teresa, Mary and Matthew.
I love you all so much.

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If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.

I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.

I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.

If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;

For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;

So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.

                                                                           Living Bible  James 1:26

Living Bible  James 1:27

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Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.

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All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent

                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing

                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 

Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All

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Mucky Mucks

Wish I was one of those mucky mucks Like the ones that are running the show Could do as well as those guys up there Though I'm simply a 'run of the mill' Joe With power comes a lot of temptation Like the deals they make under the table They say that absolute power corrupts That's not one of your Aesop's fables Things can change when you reach the top When greed rears its ugly head It clouds a person's perspective on life Most important, the greenback instead Mucky mucks have big scads of cash And reside in expensive abodes Are they really happy, really content Any more than us 'run of the mill' Joe's Some may say yes and some may say no They're just people like you and me Souls who've wandered off course in life They've forgotten the importance of 'we' Wish I was one of those mucky mucks Naw, on second thought maybe not Much rather be happy than stinking wealthy Content with what I've saved in a sock © Jack Ellison 2012

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15 Minutes Of Quatrain Fame Oxymoron

no matter how many
media are used
just a few will know
what's unique about you.

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Old Coffee

I'll only charge you fifty cents.
Here, take back the change.
It's old and you won't like it much.
It tastes a little strange.

Thankyou much, but I don't care.
I'll even drink it old.
Please take back your quarters
despite my being told.

No; you take for fifty cents.
I'd rather you do that.
Please take back your quarters
and pay two quarters flat.

Thankyou Sally, that's okay.
You're generous to a tee.
Just fifty cents sounds much too good,
but I will pay your fee.

Go now please; you waste my time.
Please; just take my deal.
The library must have kicked you out
upon your back and heel.

The library's open still to say
I'm only out of time.
The computer simply timed me out
and no one's sorry as I'm.

Come back later if you want
and  you can pay full price.
The coffee will be fresher then
and cost for you suffice.

It's okay Sally
Thanks again.
We'll talk more with you later.
and I will see you -then.

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The Grass Is Greener, But

It’s all a matter of perspective
When another’s possessions are craved
Unaware there’s someone behind you
Desiring what’s yours and feels depraved

Somehow, “The Grass is Always Greener,
On the other side of life”, they say
But it’s a matter of perspective
A look behind you may make your day

No harm to wish for things out of reach
If you keep wishes in perspective
Be thankful for the blessings you have
Look behind you and be objective


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Recalling all the tribulations in our life
The constant struggles, pain, disappointment and strife
The battles too often lost and too seldom won
Always forgetting the places where we begun.

As we push, toil, tarry and try to carry on
Neglecting the foundation we have built upon
Forgetting the values of a human heart
Paths we have trodden to gain worlds apart.

Now our memories fade, as we grow old
So many stories to tell, which are never told
The past is but a gift that we forgot to give 
To lives we have touched as we strove to live.

In our final days, our souls long for home
Drifting refrains of a forgotten song
Of hearts entwined, in the worlds face we frown
Husha, Husha we all fall down.


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It's only a poem.
Don't use that word.
I'm trying real hard,
despite what you've heard.

It's gonna get better.
I won't be deterred.
I've only just started.
and won't be deferred

It has a great ending
and won't be absurd.
Not one that I wanted,
but one I preferred.

It's not very long
and won't leave you spurred.
Unless you read slower
than what I've inferred.

I've added a climax
that won't go unheard.
Unless you're much older
than what I've concurred.

I'm nearing the end;
in which I've conferred,
to leaving you something
I hope has recurred.

And now for the ending
to which I referred.
In leaving you nothing
Accept for the

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Caterpillar Dreams

How long must I eat, gorge and be bloated?
How long will I be to destruction devoted?
How long shall I stay blind with eyes myriad?
How long do I wait for the onset of a new period?

Forever anticipate the dawn of a new creation
Salvation lies in a process of permutation
What was built must be torn down and broken
Out of its tomb elegance and grace will be woken

Till then I take all that this world can provide
For without them birth of the new will be denied
Till then for survival I fight, from predators I hide
And dream dreams of another life free and untied

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From The Dust

I've knelt on mats of reeds to idols,
that we revered with pious trust.
They fell to near obscurity,
and now they mingle with the dust.

I've of chiseled and scraped from the tablets
my deep deliberate curving ruts,
to weather out times ruthless passage,
carving out my eternal cuts.

Indelible, and yet delicate
and considerably few,
consider all of what you see,
for they purely belong you. 

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Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

COPYRIGHT © all rights reserved
2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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The Absurdity of Politics

My brother David met William Geris
A former head of state of Utopia
Having dinner in the city of Paris
They talked about big things

David had plans to run for the state Judiciary
So he discussed it with William Geris, He said
Go ahead David, for me that will be beneficiary
Play the music and let them dance to your tune

Get to the poor folks and promise them heaven on earth
Woo them with sweet words of a better tomorrow
Breaking the cycle of poverty and a prosperity rebirth
Promise them free education and free health care

You need to go to all the churches
Promise them every valley will be filled and every mountain made plain
You need to be charismatic to show you are ready for service
And don’t forget to say your long prayers

You need to hang out with the drug smuggling gangs
To really show you are one of them
Tell them to give you the chance to emancipate them from death pangs
And know well, they love to break laws and ransack state properties

You need to link up with Organization for Youth Ablaze (OYA)
“A Change you can see! A Change you can believe in!!”
Now that is what I call the ‘advertising phase’
Promise them of gargantuan jobs and scholarships

You also need to hung out with the financial gurus
A kind of ’Dating’ before Marriage
Sound it aloud, they are the ones with the clues
Cars-Yes! Gargantuan contracts-Yes! Meetings at some posh hotels-Yes!

Pull the wool over their eyes, indicting songs of hope and peace
But when you lose the election insists on a recount
A diversionary tactics of getting the opposition votes cease
“I’ll slap you so hard that your teeth will come off”

Mr. Geris is this what is on the ground, you call politics?
It looks like I will be a schoolboy fantasy and a sketch cartoon
David, my son most politicians have with them a bag of Poly-ticks
I call it the absurdity of the absurd Poly-tricks

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Christian Name

God or Father Christ calls each one by name
Everyone’s name is sacred
The Name is the icon of the person
It demands respect as a sign of dignity of one who bears it

Written 09122012 CCC 2158

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                THE‘MORROW’S MAJESTY

Tomorrow might mean angel day
To be followed by one angelic night
Tomorrow I may view an angel’s display
A dais of delectable delight 

I can never be certain when she will alight
One of Heaven’s most hallowed sights
For forever I will fear her final flight
No more love, laughter nor luminescent light

My ‘morrow might mean angel’s wings
And a soul of sublimation
A heavenly body to which this man clings
And I’ve clung so long to the finery of fascination

Tomorrow’s sun to shine on mine
Mine angel who was weaned on wonder and sacramental wine
A lady who is afar far too often for me
She who opens an enchanting door for me

Tomorrow’s moon might mean wings away
Oh if ever my angel couldst ever stay
No more to bear an angel’s softly sighed fare well
An angel at the ready with a seraphim's spell

                            ©2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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Remember the days not long ago When most people were actually polite Men would open doors for the ladies Strangers would wish you goodnight Drivers would wave another car through Though they were late for a meeting Men would get up, give a lady a seat Today this is rare and quite fleeting In this age of instant gratification It's each and every man for himself A dog-eat-dog world we're living in Some things I'm guilty of myself It's really hard to rise above the tide It's happening all around us each day You run the risk of getting trampled on Politeness is not a given, by the way Do I think this world will ever return To those simpler days of yore? Probably not and that's quite a shame Those were much nicer times, for sure! © Jack Ellison 2014

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He'll Never See Reality

There's nothing in the world we know 
To help us see eternity 
Or claim its everlasting glow 
As part of our reality. 

We're mixing magic potions still 
As if our primal mind is king. 
But magic potions will not fill 
Our need to answer everything. 

I don't believe in UFOS 
Or Yetis roaming through the hills, 
So why would I let myth impose 
False truth on me that slowly kills. 

Mankind believes in things unseen 
To ease the pain of his domain. 
His mind of reason getting lean 
As fear remains a mindless stain. 

If we can't see it, it ain't there, 
A rule of thumb from childhood one.
But when it comes to death's despair 
It's myth that wins the final run. 

If answers stay forever free 
Of man's inate ability 
To calm and solve this mystery -
He'll never see reality. 

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I did it my way

There came a time, when i was given the choice Either walk alone and be happy, or Follow the crowd and pretend to rejoice Even if such an act shall make me all sore! I braved the impossible, I learnt to say no No to the practice of false marriages No to the illusory life they promise, filled with sorrow No, said I, I wish not to have my life filled with pretentious pages I did learn to walk alone Though such did make me a lonely drone As time went by, I emerged as a stronger woman A woman with an iron rod in her heart, surely a unique one! As time went by, I learnt to know myself, I am the one in love with the Lord of Stealth I am the one Queen of poetry I did it my way, and today, I do feel pleased at my own bravery!

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Filter through barrage...

Drawer bridge select...

Silent comment...

Complainers (common denominator) 

Quantrum retreat...

Climb into the mind unaccompanied...

Delve the walls fortress...

Quiet Solice Serene...

For the time inside my citadel...

Quiet Solice Serene...

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If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Trying to express what we say Sometimes words are just not enough We surely need some other way If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Couldn't show our utter disgust About this or that about ying and yang About which politician you can't trust If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Frustration would rear its old head Valium would surely be a drug of choice So we use the bad finger instead If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute No words are any clearer than this Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening A sign you surely can't miss If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute Need to step back and take a deep breath There nothing that's really that important Sometimes I lose it I must confess © Jack Ellison 2013

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i usaually enjoy being crazy,
but when i don't, i hate it.
when it is not making like fun,
it makes me feel like shit.

the fun things about it are:
being straight up and to the point.
being out spoken, some times too much,
and not caring where i light up a joint.

nobode ever really knows what to expect,
most won't do or say most things i do.
i am fun to be around most days,
i always do what i want to.

there are also the down side to crazy,
crazy can be bad in many ways.
i don't like to be around just anyone,
when it comes to the bad days.

not only does it make me sad,
my attitude is some times really bad.
my mood is not blue, but dark grey,
some days all i do is stay mad.

i say things that i really don't mean,
even start fights for no reason.
i can not control my moods each day,
day to day can seem like a different season.

i really feel bad for people around me,
the ones who know me will see it the most.
the ones who don't are some times shocked,
others seem to run for the door.

i know the ones who understand me,
either love me or have  been where i am.
it is hardest for the ones who love me,
only two have really been there, julie and kat.

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Mellow Years

Mellow Years

The bearded gentleman looked neat,
As he passed my house on the street.
In declining years, yet still enduring,
Scoffing at age, merely maturing.

Chronologically ripened, who knows what age?
He’d smile and say he’s still on life’s stage.
You could set your clock by his daily walk
To get fresh air, sometimes stopping to talk.

Losing his wife, outliving friends,
Guarding his life, avoiding sins,
To a loving Savior he was dedicated.
To good behavior he was predicated. 

He left the impression of enjoying life,
His body aging, his wit sharp as a knife.
Accused of growing old he simply sneers,
Admitting only to mellowing years.

—James E. Tate, March 2012

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Some eyes are blue;
Some eyes are brown.
Variety makes 
The world around.

Some hair is black, 
Some hair is white,
One day is made up
Of darkness and light

Skin colors differ,
It must be said,
But one thing is true:
All blood is red.

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Wild Times

The markets are having a real good day Which means I'm having one too My moods go up and down with the charts Wild times we're going through One day we're up on top of the world Next day it's all doom and gloom Imagine if we were all so stinking rich We'd buy drinks for the whole damn room Dream on people, that sounds delusional Been downing too many of drafts The only time I'll be buying the beer Is if I've gone completely daft So on those days the markets are up And your spirits are flying high Walk around with a grin on your face And hug everyone that goes by Coz sure as shootin' down they'll come And your gains will disappear You'll be dragging your sorry ass once more And downing a bunch more beer! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Tick and Tock

A clock keeps time by tick and tock
Unheard by dead men couched in clay;
As holy men in global robes
Kneel down upon the ground to pray.

Deific ears not there to hear;
Divinity has lost its heart,
If ever heart was part divine
Which begs the question from the start.

No grandiosity is bound
Within a shank of crumbled bone;
They now have found oblivion
As cold as ice and still as stone.

Around Orion's orbit free
A silent soul will search to gain
Eternal promises once made
By masquerading priests, in vain.

But utterly untouchable
Are fragmentations of the mind;
They float ehtereal the air
Without an ounce of truth to bind.


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Universal tranquilogy

floating along in the cosmos
a diamond in the sea
a pretty little planet
how can this all be

so many yet so few
in the ratio it seems
birthing forth the life
of what's all to be

so much beauty 
in a whirling tendril of flame
yet its all just energy
even you and me

life has more energy than the sun
nine times more in fact
the energy of one
watching evolution react

sparkles in the sky
show us through the night
we all need to ask why
instead of trying to fight

I hope this reaches all
while were spinning here in place
I hope that we don't fall
from floating in outer space

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Archibald Mouse

Have you heard the latest, kiddies? Archibald Mouse is confused He thinks he's a big scary tiger So no more chewing on shoes! Though he doesn't have any tiger stripes He says they came off in the bath Also says the soap made him shrink He sure can make people laugh! He tries to let out a big tiger roar But all that comes out is a squeak Archie's been trying so very hard In fact he's been trying for weeks! Gotta feel for this cute little critter Perhaps there's a blow-up pill That when he takes it he gets real big Last I heard he was trying still! So even if you're just a wee tike Remember to keep thinking big Keep trying hard to better yourself And you'll wind up dancing a jig! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Finding God

Many of us do search for the truth of God
We search for him everywhere, in temples and churches
We even try to make Him come to us by chanting more than one bead
Readily we shall follow those who do hold his name as preachers!

Yet, God is not to be found thus
Subtle are indeed His ways
After all, He did make for us, sunny days
So, if you do search for him, you shall find him in all aptness

God does show Himself to those who love Him truly
Those who do yearn and pine for Him
Those who are ready to sacrifice everything for him readily
Those who without Him, have their eyes always full with tears to their brim

Shall you be given the option, between the real and the unreal
Shall you be able to pass the test, so terrible
Pray tell me, if you do search for God
You have to yearn with your heart, only then you shall be heard!

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It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.

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I don't look like anybody else on the planet, you see...
I don't think and write as others do to hide pretense: 
my aspiration is not to be someone else, 
because a unique individual lives in me.

I had lots of friends in my teen years,
sadly, not a true one I could remember today
and that friend I found only in mother not others...
many regrets I have, but that bitterness has faded away.

I learned by watching, pondering, analyzing and comparing
vast differences in character, deed and action...
it was like seeing actors in a drama:  each one expressing
their feelings, expecting a positive reaction.

Sometimes I see myself as a modern philosopher with definite
thoughts on logic and theories...and most certainly
not a Plato, Aristotle or Socrates, and as amazing as they were,
they would criticize and scold me with their harsh words of antiquity.

I sympathize with anyone who has suffered a loss:     
it's the humanness that defines and completes me;
I am more patient than anybody who carries his cross, 
because a unique individual lives in me.

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Upside Down Town

The ups and downs
of an upside down town.
Evil smiles, silent frowns
every way you turn around.

Sickening suspicions,
psychic visions,
children having premonitions
on a mission.

Here to heal,
here to steal,
to show the world how to feel.
No more cutting deals.

Sent to the world
a baby girl,
but she will unfurl
to change the world...

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To the Stars

I have some important questions
About the quality of what we “believe”
Are our concepts of who we are
Rooted in our lack of questioning?

The awesome fear of ridicule
The blistering pressure to conform
The inevitable path of least resistance
And the comfort that it affords

Suppose we had always been told
That our savior is Julius Caesar
Would our religious ceremonies now conclude
With, “He came, he saw, he conquered”?

Are we unknowingly in lockstep
Like dancers in a music video?
And is the comfort of being “right”
Worth this atrophy to our souls?

Like a distorted photo negative
Shaping our most repeated stories
Is our perception that we are broken
The fuel for what we “believe”?

As goldfish have known only water
And content in their little jar
If our minds weren’t pointed in the wrong direction
Would we have already been to the stars?

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Complacent Conformity

Hollow hearts and empty minds
frozen as we turn.
Terror lies in what one finds
if he dare attempts to learn.
Another road is often best,
though traversed the very least.
And the tide of ignorance never crests,
but thrives on knowledge ceased.
To a rocky death with the herd,
you'll succumb to the insanity.
Just remember now my final word:
surrender destroys humanity.

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Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.

A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
Her skirts flying about.

Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white,
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.

Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white,
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.

She always has a pot on,
I thought it some strange brew,
She let me have a taste of it,
It was a tastey stew.

She never casts an evil spell,
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret,
As all good witches should.

My dog was hurt real bad once,
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him all night.

I was really sick once,
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.

Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play,
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.

This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her,
You guessed it, she's my mom.

                                     Judy Ball

Mother's are like that, yeah, they are.
Endowed with the magic of love.

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Carnival Mirror

Distorted image of a face that`s not mine
My only accessory is a serpentine twine
Coiled round my neck, my Self it`s smothering
I suffer the consequences of its mothering

Its grip is tight, bite venomous, gaze hypnotic
The spell seems unbreakable, its reign is despotic
Confusing and confused, my thoughts and words it rules
Existence is tainted, decorated with false jewels

The image in the looking glass is not really me
My actions are misleading too, they`re not free
Honesty and veracity are only to be found here,
From this sphere the puppeteer is forced to disappear

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The Wheel

Symbol of mass transportation, 
crucial as a pair of wings; 
I wonder where we'd be without it 
in the broader scheme of things? 

It's hard to say just how we'd cope, 
or how we'd get around. 
I must confess a nagging fear 
we'd stay right on the ground, 

go no further than Cro-Magnons 
dragging women by the hair, 
as they forage in the jungle 
lugging trophies to their lair. 

Our trips would be restricted 
to the tribes across the marsh; 
we'd just better hope they're friendly, 
not belligerent or harsh. 

The prospects weren't too sanguine 
that we'd subjugate the land 
until the wheel's invention 
guaranteed our upper hand. 

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Whether you're Christian, 
Or Muslim, or Jew,
You are my neighbor, 
And I truly love you.

Let us not quarrel
About doctrine and creed,
Come, take my hand,
We'll sow harmony seed.

Look not to culture,
Or color of skin.
We share our beginning--
We're all kith and kin.

All life is sacred;
I'm sure you agree--
Your life and well being
Are precious to me.

So, come stand beside me;
I swear this is true,
You are my neighbor,
And I truly love you.  

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Free falling,
your ex is calling
You’re just stalling,
watch life falling.

Life is magnetic,
love turns kinetic
Her chest is synthetic,
her body magnetic.

Drugs help you smile
life’s not really worthwhile
Breathing’s out of style
on your face is death’s smile.

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Read It and Heed It

read it and heed it this is my warning
take what you want but reap what you sow
is eternity worth the price
for what you think you may know

you've given up on your life, your dreams
you're left here standing hollowed
where the strong have lead
the weak have surely followed

this body is your vessal
this life is your open sea
your hate and contempt shall leave you shackled
forgiveness, this is truth, shall set you free

this is my warning i heed unto thee
you came into this life with good intent
yet the life you lead is far more tainted
to free thy soul thine must repent

love your family for we are all but one
do unto others as ye be done
try to be happy...
life is meant to be fun.

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Forks In the Road

Life is a highway with many forks, Your future’s shaped by each decision Most of us aren’t sure of where to go A lucky few follow a vision Mostly it just a step at a time One decision leads to another Not good to seek the easy way out Choose the fork that will take you further When you grow old and look back in time You can recall the forks and the gates There’s no way to know what might have been So smile and be happy with your fate
Composed by: Charles Sides

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Compromise Is The Master Stroke

I'm off to a dreaded confrontation
Or at least that's what it would seem
Funny how the mind can conjure up
Scenarios that are always extreme

Never thinking middle of the road
Only thinking black and white
I've already decided ahead of time
These guys are in for a fight

The time arrives, the meeting begins
It's all very cordial and nice
Till soon we're down to the nitty gritty
Make my stand and roll the dice

Much to my sheer and utter surprise
It was greeted with positive feedback
Amazed and rendered quite speechless
It definitely defused my attack

So the bottom line to all of this
Think positive, it will rub off on folks
Negativity always breeds negativity
Compromise is the master stroke

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Faith in Myth

Apollo! Lead us into the fiery center of the sun
As the full moon offers a beacon in the night
We march into the blaze and burn as one
Or surrounded by darkness, the moon removes plight

Apollo! Do not forsake us, we of faith, let light shine
Save us from the darkness that plagues the soul
Ever devouring the darkness takes us; your inferno burns sublime
O' come great light, lest we are left black as coal

Do we plead in vain, do you see our suffering?
Are we alone, bleeding husks, answering for original sin?
Please immerse us in flame, stop black eternal smothering
Please illuminate the path, light the way to pursue within

The pantheon echoes our greatest fears
The Gods reflect our endless doubt
Belief of the above foils the darkness that lurks near
Or so we believe, we believe we're better with than without

The sky above, the dreams within, complete our mortal frame
The fears we face, the hope we share, we're all to blame

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Winters tears fall fallow on the sleeping
Soft emotion into dormant hearts creeping
Thoughts to awaken, needs forgotten too long
Reach for the unknown want, new and strong

Push forth from cold dark slumbered sleep
The dawn of wonder, a promise made to keep
Our lives forsaken in winters gathering sweep
In joy emerge, to the sun we kneel and weep

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Original Design

Your're older and your're bolder 
And you want to feel so fine 
With broken days behind you 
As you plod on down the line. 

Too late for speculation 
On the madness of the past. 
You know the end is coming 
And the end is coming fast. 

So try to get a handle 
On the guilt and on the shame 
There is no way to change it 
As it stays part of the game. 

All prayers for man's perfection 
As a species have no hope; 
Inferior evolving 
Up the evolution slope. 

Man's arrogance is legend 
In the annals of the earth 
And every other creature 
Pays the price for human birth. 

There is a basic failure 
In original design; 
A lot of shallow people 
Should take time to realign. 

Mankind no longer focused 
On his future needs to thrive 
Yet nature fights for balance 
So all creatures can survive. 

When engineers build bridges 
They correct mistakes they make, 
But man gets no corrections 
Since young Eve seduced a snake! 

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Philosophy En Regle

With power, courage and clear aptitude… I hover within a feeling of gratitude… Nothing is able to lower this latitude… I am the master of this ones attitude…

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After years of trudging, the stars are not any nearer
Only the hardships multiply, but the path`s no clearer
A rat race is for rats, but in His image I was made a man
Yet the only thing I get closer to is the end of my life span

Resolute, purposeful, obstinate and tenacious
We walk toward a goal, but the logic seems fallacious:
Is not everything in creation confined to an orbital loop?
Even robust celestial bodies can`t break out of their coop 

Hurtle through space or meander aimlessly on earth 
You`ll forever shuffle on the path of death and rebirth
The farther you go the closer you`ll be to the beginning
We must travel inward to break out of this endless spinning

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When a challenge feels like a hex
won’t even try, it’s too complex
take this approach, it is a chinch
Little by little – inch by inch

First impressions are often wrong
solution found, before too long
the proven way, when in a pinch 
Little by little – inch by inch

Complex issue, when broken down
a set of basics is what’s found
take on the task without a flinch
Little by little – inch by inch

There’s never a goal out of reach
if you’ll just practice what I’ve preached
let this concept be one you clinch
Little by little – inch by inch

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Original Design

Your're older and your're bolder 
And you want to feel so fine 
With broken days behind you 
As you plod on down the line. 

Too late for speculation 
On the madness of the past. 
You know the end is coming 
And the end is coming fast. 

So try to get a handle 
On the guilt and on the shame 
There is no way to change it 
As it stays part of the game. 

All prayers for man's perfection 
As a species have no hope; 
Inferior evolving 
Up the evolution slope. 

Man's arrogance is legend 
In the annals of the earth 
And every other creature 
Pays the price for human birth. 

There is a basic failure 
In original design; 
A lot of shallow people 
Should take time to realign. 

Mankind no longer focused 
On his future needs to thrive 
Yet nature fights for balance 
So all creatures can survive. 

When engineers build bridges 
They correct mistakes they make, 
But man gets no corrections 
Since young Eve seduced a snake! 

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The Songs of Dinosaurs

My radio antenna
Is getting a brand new song
Every time I think I'm right
I end up, terribly wrong

So now I want to listen
And to tap my feet
To go with the flow
Perhaps the right philosophy?

My brother's intellect
Is truly dazzling
He calls me "a believer"
I'm the moron of the family

Why must I search for land
In an ocean of illusions?
Endorsing a catchy tune
That becomes a boring delusion

Is the fear of being wrong
Simply rooted in laziness?
To think I've come so far
Yet I haven't taken a step

As the old saying goes
It is not the destination
But the thrill of the journey
That makes living a vacation

Do religions and creeds
Simply offer a beautiful escape
Appealing to our laziness
Throwing self analysis away?

Are humans at a crossroads
Between extinction and survival
To finally ask, "Who am I?"
And perhaps to change the channel?

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My Traveled Approach

I trek the corridor of an easy path
Not because I am lazy or leery.
Just because I want no lingering wrath,
I searched for meaning of life’s query.

Death has its end or a new beginning.
Life has so much joy for you to give.
Each New Year is another inning.
To be played with the spirit to live.

We spend so much time wondering.
What will be received at our end?
That time we end up blundering.
That so much more we could send.

I have settled that what I have learned.
Will be carried onward in some way,
Probably better than what I have yearned.
That each life of past, will continue an array.

I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond.
The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see.
Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond.
To everyone’s path they must follow or foresee.

These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare.
My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making,
My spirit and soul has always been duly aware.
I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking.

Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest.
I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best.
I still ponder much and still continue my quest.
Though I shall not let my living be suppressed.

written for
Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name The Road Less Traveled 

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Money Grabbers

I look out and see so much greed.
People taking much more than they need.
They all seem like nothing but sandbaggers,
You best beware of the money grabbers.

People living out on the streets,
Walking around without any shoes on their feet.
The poverty is enough to make you stagger.
You better beware of the money grabbers.

Many are losing everything including their homes
The banks won’t even throw them a bone.
They all are like the old time carpetbaggers.
You better beware of the money grabbers.

The war machine has become an excuse to make money.
We no longer live in the land of milk and honey.
Their fancy suits and cars they walk with swagger
You best beware of the money grabbers.

Take and take now there’s nothing left.
It is beginning to look like common theft.
They have gotten so bold, check your back for daggers.
You better beware of the money grabbers.

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Strapping My Victim To An ACME Rocket

Deep inside of me
Lurks a fat and lazy presence
Like Darth Vader without his helmet
Cornerstone in my inner residence

We have always walked together
I'm only recently becoming aware
Of this life-draining saboteur
Whose influence has always been there

They're all out to get us, David
And nobody really cares
The devil, and the government
And none of this is fair

By the way, where are we going?
I'm hot, and I need a drink
I sure hope we get there soon
Because I need something to eat

I love you so much, David
I depend on you so much
The world is such a scary place
And everyone is attacking us

What does ACME mean?
Hey!!, why are you tying me up?
This is what the terrorists do
So you had better stop

The terrorists huh? blah, blah, blah
Remember seeing, What About Bob?
I'm going to launch your sorry ass
You stupid disgusting slob

Then I light the fuse
I look into his pathetic eyes
Hasta la vista, you piece of filth
And shoot his worthless ass into the sky

His face in utter terror
Feeling the awesome lift
I yell, It's just like you thought, huh?
You fat disgusting shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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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 WATERMELON THIEVES

Once when I was oh so young,
My mom decided she,
Would show us where some melons grew,
Beneath some large orange trees.

A farmer man she knew of,
Grew them there she said,
So folks would leave alone the fruit,
That grew above their head.

The melons were okay to take.
Just let the oranges be,
So off we went to pick some,
My mom, my sis and me.

I was only five years old,
So I sat in the car,
With Mama's friend who drove us there,
No light from moon or stars;

Because the orange trees blocked their light,
And I was sore afraid,
Because it was so dark in there,
Hidden in the glade.

Suddenly I saw my mom,
Running like the wind,
Right behind her came my sis,
A melon 'neath each limb.

Then in a flash my mom went down,
She tripped and broke her melons.
"Run Ruth, Run!" I heard her say,
They're runnin' and they're yellin'.

Mother! Wait! I heard Sis call,
For she had gone down too,
Stepped in a rotten one and fell,
They both were in a stew.

A flashlight beam then pierced the dark,
They made the car just barely;
And we took off just like a shot,
Took out the fence gate squarely.

We made it back home just past one.
They laughed until they cried.
I was so young I just sat there,
Agape with my eyes wide.

My mother had skinned both her shins,
My sister, she smelled funny,
Because that melon she stepped in,
Was rotten and real funky.

Some thought my mom as mothers go,
Not what you'd call high scoring,
But I can tell you life back home,
For sure was never boring.

                                                     Judy Ball


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Not All Mainstream

Just because my eyes are uneven And my teeth are tinged with green Doesn't mean I'm unattractive Means my looks are not mainstream I sometimes babble incoherently But my words still have importance Everyone has an opinion to express Some of us have more discordance So what if my hair grows out in tuffs And my nose is crooked and bent It's what's upstairs that really counts It's the brains that pay the rent So when you see a strange looking person Who's considered a little extreme Remember we're all in this together But we're not all a part of mainstream © Jack Ellison 2013

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Milton and Adam, egocentric Narcissists
capitalized idea of freedom from pessimists
Freedman and Smith, associates seeing all 
to the very end of their own proboscises

no one knows better, than self (and them)
what society needs to get fettered again
what you don't know can't hurt ya, right?
capitalism can take away eminent domain

they reasoned government wants to regulate
all manner of every individual's desires
only to get the citizenry to relegate
and fill out the few forms they'd require

they (the government) don't need to protect us
from poisons in foods, or usury rates
we can all make our own lifeline decisions
it's all for oneself and no more debates

the crock that you fill with substance
is the crock that holds your own water
eco-governance only makes for encumbrance
grinding individualism to earth as a pauper

rooms they wrote from were filled with words
of what Adam and Milt wrote and said
to balance others with self they maintained absurd
'course Freedman and Smith - they're both dead

© Goode Guy 2014-01-16

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Significance Is An Afterthought

          Significance Is An Afterthought

Time is defined by what it does not measure
There is something going on between each minute
I think they call it waiting
So wait a minute….. Sorry ….. I got nothing

Walking out the door one sun drenched afternoon
To find another door for missing moments
Down the road while walking off the world
(I always knew the Earth was flat.)

There was nothing there but emptiness 
Pitch black and void and falling 
I guess that’s something
As I went over

A foreign man threw me a rope to save me
As I went off on space and time and facts
His line of reason pulled me back, from that black place
The rope pulled me up to land, by grace, by hand, by luck
I could not see but heard him from dark spaces
Speaking words I could not understand
From the abyss of his strange land and unknown face
For him I was just another stranger out of time and place

He claimed to be a scientist 
Professing to know everything, he began
Significance is an afterthought in all life ventures
Begun to end

That all things should be exposed to light of reason
Discovery is not that which is discovered, but disclosed
There is nothing behind reality that can’t be found
One thought leads to another

Significance is an afterthought, he continued
It wears no clothes
Uncovered like a blanket on a bed drawn back
Revealing a nude body and the naked truth

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No white sheets or flowers;  but a renewed host of the weary and old, 
The hungry, the crippled, the crying,  the sick now standing  in health.
Ladies no longer huddled in the  rain selling flowers on the street cold;
The despised, scorned, mocked  -  no longer pushed out by lack of wealth.


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire’s  Contest     Perceptions of Heaven

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When I'm Right - hardheaded revised

I’m hardheaded as they come Yet I feel no repent I’ve always stuck to my guns No matter what it meant Don’t think of it as stubborn It’s not an affliction It just shows that I have the Strength of my conviction I’m not going to compromise Look for a middle ground When I know I’m in the right I can’t be turned around I stick to: WHAT I BELIEVE But keep an open door Staying true to your beliefs, That: IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR!

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I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state. 
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate. 
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements. 
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents. 

Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion. 
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion. 
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness. 
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness. 

Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception. 
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission. 
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask. 
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task. 

First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception. 
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten. 
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural. 
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal. 

Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity. 
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality. 
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes. 
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds. 

Head and facial movements, most info' effective. 
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive. 
Familial body language, few employ it consciously. 
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.

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Jack's Philosophy

At times our life can be so exciting But it also can be quite a bore Today looks like a pretty good day Tomorrow who knows what's in store It's always best to prepare for the worst Then anything else will seem better It's really a great way to look at things Each day will become a red letter Might seem I have a handle on things It's just that I've lived a long time Some smarts were surely bound to rub off But I've never been the genius kind These words of wisdom I share with you Are offered freely without strings To assist my fellow humans get through This old world to which we all cling © Jack Ellison 2013

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No one likes the idea that clouds don’t exist.
I hate to burst everyone’s bubble 
But  I’m sorry  -   rainbows too only subsist
In your point of view, check it with Hubble.

Nor does darkness have any presence.  Behold  -
Only spaces where light hasn’t yet perpetrated!
Nor does science recognize the existence of cold; 
Only places where heat hasn’t  penetrated

And a candle flame isn’t really there;
Just a hot gas mixture  -  no difference
To the surrounding  gases, including air.  
It  has merely reached  incandescence.

And emptiness doesn’t exist, just degrees
Of fullness.   And black isn’t there  - it’s just 
The absence of yellows, blues, greens. . . . . 
Oh, is there nothing left I can trust?

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Designer Victimimization

Sporting my victimization
After carefully shopping around
I select a tasty flavor
And I wear it with a frown

The hollowness assuages
Quantum power drains from me
I love being a victim
And wallowing in my misery

I get to avoid thinking
As I play the "poor me" game
And I get to be as powerless
As someone living life to blame

Terrorists or the Devil
Even God doesn't like me
It's written there in Genesis
He's sorry he created humanity

It's all those Liberals fault
Or the Conservatives to blame
Or they don't like my skin color
Or the government wants to take me away

If I could just make it to Heaven
That's when my misery will end
I'll be God's favorite victim
And never have a think again

[I've played most of those roles at one time or another during
my life, so I get to make fun of it now]

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The devil is your helpmeet
when you squeeze your P's and Q's, 
when you dabble in black magic
and recalibrate the fuse.

Transgression will befall you 
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.

Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.

They'll paint you in the darkest light
and daub your face with blood,
play your insecurities 
and sway you from the Good.

Don't compromise your trembling heart
to acclimate his will, 
remember he is waiting 
for your innocence to spill.

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Spin the bottle

Stop quoting Nietzche, just try to let it be. 
Quiet your bleeding heart, and come running to me. 
Spin the bottle, and dive on in.
Step on up, take one on the chin. 

Who cares, if we wake up late? 
Come, my dear, take the bait. 
Pop the top, and tip it back, 
Ill give you everything that you lack.

Got a bad past? Well that’s ok, 
I’ll keep all of your demons at bay. 
A bitter taste, for a sweet release. 
From everything, with which you can’t seem to make peace.

Dixie cups, and the finest crystal. 
All vessels, for the sirens call.
So follow your ears, join the race
For the sweet, sweet liquid release.

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Before Darkness Saw Light

In the year before darkness saw light,
When the safety of men knew no shroud.
At the time when the shadows of night,
In the Heavens had not been allowed.

When the spirits of men did not mourn,
Nor the moonshine through ominous clouds,
Nor the souls loving earth had been born.
Nor the blessings of God had been vowed.

When the creatures of life were not made.
Nor the hope of forever engraved.
Nor the Plan of Salvation was stayed
For which choice and rebellion are laid.

When the children of God came not hence.
And their spirits were with Him above,
Nor had wars up in Heaven commenced.
But all gathered around his great love.

When the past and the future were one.
And the dry parts of mass had not spun.
And the time as we know it was not.
The beginning had not yet begun.

October 24, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest Anapest Trimeter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Pendleton Arkwright

Inspired by the concept of a pre-existence and the hope of forever.
(Now to try an Anapest Triameter.)

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The Lust Cloud

Lust is the dark  cloud in the sky.
At first is it up high-alone.
Soon it begins to multiply,
until the sky is overgrown.

As it grows the colors deepen.
Dark blues, greens, and blacks sieze control.
The swirl together and charged, beckon
as-in tension-the heavens roll.

For the the sky-at last-does break,
and rumbles of pleasure are heard.
For fire and sparks illuminate, 
and-in passion-the sky is burned.

But clear blue sky starts to return;
forever gone the whirling shades.
And with it dissipates the pleasure, 
only to return another day.

When Lust again darkens your door,
you will find it is not as in past. 
You shall question what Lust is for,
as Lust is not meant to be steadfast.

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The End

The world around us is cracking.
I hear the bones of men clacking,
Anxious to start the march onward.
There'll be no olive branch nor word.

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Until We Meet Again

Treasure your moments with zest and zeal,
and show honest love with every word;
life is fleeting - no bargain or deal...
'cause the last "goodbye" is always heard.

For "Up To Five any theme" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.

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It's Tradition

Dancing round the fire
Our women's breast popping out
We appease the gods with our blood
Sacrificing human as offering

Hunters worshiping ogun
Priest adoring the ifa
Farmers sowing to the Harvest God
Thd community exalt Olodumare

We live to love it
We love to accept it
Feitiish it may be
Yet it's tradition

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A Rainbow of Adventure Like Dinasaur Pals

Pink and green on life’s color wheel
Complement the scheme of things.
Dancing together with zinging zeal,
Resplendently revels as splendor sings.

Opposites attract as the magnets show.
No matter the color or tint of the skin,
Serene living flows as friendships grow.
Let us rejoice; let openheartedness begin.

World peace shapes the survival of man.
A starry night is not a matter of right.
It is tolerance toward another man’s plan.
Patiently understanding his plight.

Whether an enemy or an allied friend,
Let us join in; let love take a spin.
As hate dissipates, greedy warring will end.
And a rainbow of adventure will surely begin.

© April 11, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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What is it

What is it...

What is it I would give
To once again relive…
A time back in my past
What is it I would give?

My life’s had many facets
Not all of which were best
But the lessons that I’ve learned
Have stood me to the test.

They are the staff with which I stand
And the colors that I see
If something past were different
I would be a different me.

So, no, I cannot give an offer
To give up what I know
To make a past change happen
Could change my whole life’s flow.

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I have said "being" a thousand times Without pausing to ponder The exactness of its essence Nor the wholeness of its wonder. Mr. Webster gives it meaning Far beyond touching and seeing. A thought once thought has formed itself And thus comes into being. If it can be, it is a being. It need not be seen nor heard. Mere existence gives it substance, Though it be a single word.

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A Prayer

Teach me,
Show me,
Lead me,
Mold me.

Lift me,
Love me,
Help me,
Hold me.

Save me,
Send me,
Guide me,
Choose me.

Push me,
Fill me,
Want me,
Use me.

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Perfect Book

Perfect Book

The Bible is a perfect book
That everyone should read
Be inspired and get hooked-
On life’s Greatest Bread

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devine recognition

god is a loving god i'm told -
but might not fit to be so controlled
as to only love us mind and soul
fear and loathe can not take hold

if god only wants the best for you
is what most mankind does not eschew
yet maybe it's not a crystal view
and perception of god is largely untrue

any god of our knowing is very limited
to our own feeble understanding exhibited
a divinity so constrained from infinite
can only be to our humanity attributed

what really can we know of god
does he sit above and merrily applaud
or maybe hit-n-run with quick maraud
likely unseen behind some human facade

faith in god is never truly unshaken
it wanes and waxes as our reasons awaken
we can not be faulted for being mistaken
thinking our deity has left us forsaken

so judge for yourself what you know
and accept that it just may not be so
our divine failure is not a fatal blow
but merely our humanness, so apropos

© Goode Guy 2012-11-02

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Poet's Breath

Inside my head, I hold a thought,
Sweet thoughts that guide my pen to write,
And as I write the ink is naught,
Naught but words upon their flight.

A little thought begins to grow,
It grows beyond restrictive mind,
The mind with words must let it flow,
A flow of thought in ink defined.

In words of love and words of hate,
The hateful verse that spews from death,
The death of words must surely wait,
Await the thought on poet’s breath.

Form: Wreathed Quatrain

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Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know

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Fate, You Old Witch

Fate, you seamstress old witch
Garments of life measured with line
The misery of men, a fabric been stitched
By your roughshod, wicked designs

Buttons missed, or threading used frayed
Throws muscular waste and decay
The world, steeped in suffering has paid
With the dystrophied lives you betray

Impoverished styles you’ve miserly made
While the hungry painfully wails
Cut-corner fashions are endlessly weighed
On your crooked, treacherous scales

Celestial shop, contains all the cloth
All the ribbons, the bows and the bands
Yet beautiful clothes, are put-off with sloth?
Or lie idle in withering hands?

No orders come in, tailored and chopped
For a dress spangle entrenched?
And what of the suit, with sleeves to be lopped
That for months sat on your bench?

Your life shall be hemmed, in a straightjacket locked
And laced with poisonous snakes
By a white coat I’ve mended, with pockets I cropped
And cut to your sickening tastes!

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Our Last Breath

No one can predict the day we will die. Tho' we pray our last breath be exhaled in peace. Loving hearts gathered 'round us on this day may cry if we're blessed on this earth when our beating hearts cease. No one can predict our day of eternal sleep. Tho' we each hope our souls will rise, Heaven bound. Like darkness falling on canvas, hidden colors keep until light shines upon it, a masterpiece found. Our souls live forever residing with love, boldness in color and beauty, we create. Love returning to us like raindrops from above, we all can predict what's in our hands of fate.

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~The Circles Core~

In the beginning we start at the circles core
When we choose to exit through the garden door
Our seed is then planted in a living life form
And eventually sprouts until the day we are born

We enter existence so very helpless and frail
With some recollection of our previous detail
Like sands in the hourglass that quickly pass
Each day is actually moving swift and fast

Now with the same concept of a planted seed
Our bodies begin growing like an earthly weed
So some may develop a physical deformity
Or be far outside of what we term as normality

Because each life is different and unique
We all have a purpose to find answers we seek
Some are always searching and some don’t look
Some connect with reflections in the holy book

These are no more than my personal memories
I’ve heard carried upon the whispering breeze
So if these words seemed to stick in your mind
May you enhance those lost among mankind

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Spent time enough      upon this road
to know the things       I think are gold
don't give a hoot         bout wealth or fame
if you're famous          and made a name

My life's simple           have my own dreams
my own pursuits         and my own leans
but these are those     that let me see
what lies in you           your own beauty

I understand               what you've been through
though life's unique     but similar too
you own your joy        as I do mine
its ups and downs       the unsublime

I've experienced life    and all it's dirt
our ecstasies              of all our hurt
foolish man said         I crossed the line
I wasn't worth            his thought or time

Forgive me now         should I not see
all the meaning          your life needs be
sometimes I'm bound in my own thought
to remember             what life has taught

That I glory               in what is you
individuality               it's what we do 
I've shed my tears      and held your hand
same under stars       the same earth stand

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

 Psalm 62
9 Surely the lowborn are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie.
If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath.
10 Do not trust in extortion
or put vain hope in stolen goods;
though your riches increase,
do not set your heart on them.
11 One thing God has spoken,
two things I have heard:
“Power belongs to you, God,
12 and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”

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Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve

In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow

A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems

Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams


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My Soul Now Sings

My invisible scars
are plain for anyone to see,
as I blindly journey on…
This path of Christianity.

Wanting deliberate faith
ready on my tongue,
I received God’s Salvation
when I was dumb and young.

Inflicted wounds to my soul
from a lack of understanding
have been healed by the Power
of Christ’s personal anointing.

I am worth dying for
according to His Word;
The Lamb’s wondrous sacrifice
had sin to Himself transferred.

Now my soul graciously sings
with overflowing joy!
For redemption has been granted
to this formerly, lost boy.

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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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Balance of Inequities

Look up in green eyed jealousy
as they sneer at the sniveling masses,
who occupies moral high ground
in the war of unequal classes?

When the Rothchilds become day laborers
and Rockefellers beggars and tramps,
may they learn the sting of humility
when shuffling into our camps.

But no, who then would produce the finest
or the best that could be made,
what artesian would do his utmost
if there were no riches to trade?

The wealthy need poor to support them
and the poor need the rich to pay,
it has to be both or nothing
it seems there is no other way.

What chef would take pains o’re the savory
who proudly wax the Rolls Royce,
what good to sculpt and weave royally
if poverty was the only choice?

Aspiring to the ultimate heights
keeps people at doing their best,
prospering by being rewarded
sets us apart from the rest.

The stifling of human ambition 
cannot and has never succeeded,
diligence seeks the redemption
of glory to be acceded. 


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Prophecy I

The faith of mankind
Will be endured in a cosmic way
Between the stars
Many moons after a solar day

~ Leonard Napierskie

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Full of bloom and color, sun full overhead
Face turned skyward embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, endless joy of which we read
Heedless, careless, forgetful of the cold dark rift

No thought of seasons extending beyond the sun
Prepare not, time has no bearing, no dominion here
No one to tell us of things that must be done
Too late we realize, the shadow season so near


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The Culinary Asylum

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink
All my friends have left me behind.
I know not what I want or what I think
I have a dark and empty mind.

I fled to the outskirts of sanity
And I found I was not alone.
For I’m wont to be just a vanity
On the marbled desert we roam

How can one be sane in an insane world?
It’s much easier than you think.
Just remember that we can all be pearls
Our ever-changing world is pink.

So now I think this predicament is
Not as bizarre as it may seem.
And now I must wish you a good night miss.
Safe travels in this land of dreams.

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Michael Donald Doublespeak

Michael Donald Doublespeak Was a nasty sort of bloke Streams of contradictory things Came out as Michael spoke! From out of one side of his mouth He'd shower you with praise Telling folks how wonderful you are And how he's so amazed! The other side was opposite Spread rumours about your past Lying bout the things you did An evil unsurpassed! Hurt that's caused by doublespeak Can never be repaired Once those hurtful words are said They float out on the air! So don't you be a doublespeak Be kind to everyone You never know what evil lurks When two mouths speak from one! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Philosophy of a Housewife

The furniture needs a dusting
The floors mopped and swept
The bathroom needs a scrubbing
The evening  meal to prep

Dirty dishes line the counter
The laundry's in a heap
Pet hair on the cushions
The windowpanes are streaked

In such disarray, I'm overwhelmed
I really should get hopping
But, tomorrow IS another day
I think I'll just go shopping!

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With three arms and three legs, 
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant 
and strokes his electrodes.

The men in white lab coats are laughing.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.

A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!' 
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?

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If there’s something I can’t stand it’s all the losers around  -
And man, there’s a ship-load of ‘em out there, having a ball.
Amazing how the world gets by when so many surround
Us as useless passengers.  Not really pulling their weight at all.

You see them every day, the deadbeats, the nothings,
Playing the empty-headed drifter roles,
Who really should and could get busy doing something  -
If they had more  gumption in their souls.

I dunno,  they just make me feel so mad and kinda uneasy
Because they seem to have no feel for the real nitty-gritty,
Lurching from one smutty  moment to another, maybe more sleazy  -
Like autumn butterflies, but not nearly so pretty.

Need their wings clipped, and a serious job of work to do,
Settle down and straighten their lives out, see?
They make me uncomfortable. . . .  probably. . . maybe it’s true. . . . 
Because they  remind me   -   of me.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .

Entered in John Freeman's  Contest  - Give Me Your Best Shot!!!!!!

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Never much do birds fly south;
I wonder-
if they have stronger legs now.

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Creator Of The Final Rhyme


                                         I often sit and stare at stars
                              That capture rapture from afar
                  And twinkle like a winking eye;
  Then twinkle not when light is nigh.

  But this old man, (who sighs a sigh,)
                  Will always try to justify
                              How far each star from here must be
                                         As part of God's infinity.

                                         A tiny tip of life, is man,
                              Too arrogant to understand,
                   The distance vast and far away
  From me and mine and yours today.

  My wisdom wanes with age, it's true,
                   So now I make this vow to you.
                              I pledge no need to speculate

                              On distillation due the stars,
                   Or try to claim a wizened state,
  That knows the breadth and depth of Mars.

  I am content to contemplate
                   The master of this mystey
                              For She alone can educate,
                                         A dim-eyed poet poor as me.

                                         That knowledge is withheld in time,
                              It stays with Her who makes all things;
                    Creator of the final rhyme -
  To Her this aging poet sings.

  And now, my friend, therein doth lie,
                    A truth beyond all truth you know!
                              So gaze at stars but don't ask why
                                         They wink and twinkle as they glow.

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Life's Quest

Sadly we have only one life to live
We must try our absolute best
To be as loving as we possibly can be
To make it our lifelong quest

People judge us by what they see
The image that we project
Qualities we show are all important
If wishing for mutual respect

What we give out is what we get back
Life's plan is no great mystery
Been the same since time immemorial
Through all of the world's history

So put aside all those petty rivalries
To live a life simple and free
Doesn't require any great knowledge
Sweet compassion is still the key

Sadly we have only one life to live
We must try our absolute best
To be as loving as we can possibly be
To make it our lifelong quest

©Jack Ellison 2012

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taking life

am i really able to,
do i really have the right
is it more of an obligation
can i just leave it, despite

my desire as well as yours
to experience it in totality
if robbed of whole experience  
can anyone's life be free

i've heard it said that living
is licking honey off a thorn
if the act is ended prematurely
would those left scorn, or mourn

in actuality probably each is true
life's a balance of sweet and sting
tears as well as cries of laughter
tell the voice to wail or sing

suicide, euthanasia, and homicide all
are judgment calls from our eyes
who's to say whether right or wrong
all lead to life's certain demise

from this side of my vision i 
only can say that for now, i feel
my life, like yours, is paramount
the pinnacle of what, for me is real

should i reach a fork later on
to reevaluate my current stance
i'll make a decision only then
regarding taking this life askance

life is both blessed and cursed
taking it as it comes is the way
i can only live it unrehearsed 
'til my storied end, then go away

© Goode Guy 2012-03-26

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Swimming deep in the ease inside my bed-
I sift through dreams that drift inside my head-
And kiss the storm that's deep inside my core-
where dancing in the rain is not a metaphor.

Slept through love, and slept through it's collage-
turns out what was real, was a mirage-
And kiss the pain that's deep inside my core-
because where there was a Miss, there is no more.

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The Only Birds That Never Sleep

Silver'd whisps, 
diaphanous, floating 'neath 
the ether, flying high like 
prophecy or prayer.                                         

Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning 
rend the air.

Innocuous or deadly, 
omens to discerning eyes, 
it would behoove us all 
to heed the skies.

Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo

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The Last Day

            The Last Day

The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath

The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored  
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved 

The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours  
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past  

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Sit. Listen. Smile. Laugh.
I don't feel like having
This conversation is dieing
So am I, or I'm trying

Breath. Move. Bend. Might.
Much worse than fright
Just have to keep going
No time for slowing

Touch. Null. Trouble. Nap.
Won't give me many facts
Still I'm required to
Live life through

Give. Hunch. Gargle. Honor.
Few have actually pondered
What is true loneliness
To be alone has what affects

Doubt. Figure. Duck. Fight.
Many tremble at the sight
But I can manage
And that's my advantage

Admire. Wonder. Almost. Whisper.
I may be quicker
But that can't save me
From my destiny of fading

Repent. Call. Rise. Casual.
It's really only natural
Although seemingly unfair
We're all scared


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Lilith,  y ou could  not quench your need,
Within the garden of the simple life.
You performed a forbidden deed,
Then no longer were you Adam’s wife.

You spoke the name of the Almighty God,
Then he gave you immortal power.
Away he sent you with a nod,
As the guardian of the underworld, you tower.

Are you to be feared by mankind?
Are you good or evil, witch or demon?
Do you have a selfish plan,
That brings about the tears of women?

We sing our children lullabies
To keep our them snug and safe.
It is told you will take them without a sigh,
From the entitled to the waif.

Is it not enough to satisfy yourself,
To  keep those mythical creatures at bay,
Unicorn, troll, fairy and elf.
Then let the children stay.

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Jobless Recovery

What's the opposite of a jobless recovery?
Am I recovered in my unemployment plan?
Can my life's ambition be made compulsory?
Can I ever be in pursuit of happiness again?

Is my economic outlook feverishly rising?
Can my party fix all my troubles with planks?
What's the good in dour predictions surmising,
a bleak future is likely in my future thanks?

Do charts and graphs shovel down in the ditches?
Can talking heads turn sound-bites into a meal?
Can legislators bind citizens strife with stitches?
Do they even realize that our struggle's a big deal?

Do the waifish children known as Ignorance and Want
clinging under the ghost of Christmas present's robe
have no earthly refuge or resources, to flaunt?
Are there no prisons, no workhouses to provide hope?

A man's measured by more than the job that he works
Best accept the fact now that we're brother's keeper
Day after day without a job, life's a struggle without perks
and the price of peace and contentment is made steeper

© Goode Guy 2012-03-13

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A leopard's a leopard, make no mistake,
He'll always have those black spots;
And if you think for a moment he'll change,
Clear thinking's not something you've got.

A leopard's a creature who seeks tilll he finds,
A good opportunity.
Don't think for a moment 'cause you've scratched his ears,
You've gained some immunity.

He is what he is and always will be,
He'll never be anything else.
Don't turn your back on a leopard, my friend,
His track record speaks for itself.

                                                        Judy Ball

If you catch someone in a lie time after time how can you continue to trust him to 
tell the truth?
If someone says he is FOR something to you and says he is AGAINST it to someone 
else, which do you believe?
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, makes a noise like a duck and hangs out 
with a bunch of ducks chances are it ain't no swan.

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Having been brought into the light with motherly mirth,
and it was a miracle indeed, beginning to breath...
being greeted by the first sunray
on a gelid, snowy February day.

As age added height to my stature, and handsomeness
already reflected in puberal looks and manly gestures,
a reminder was my persistent forte and call... 
that I had been brought up with fair love.

Had I been born in a different country, still my inherited genes
would have been the same with all the distinguished features, 
once born a male, one is the portent of virility...
to conquer with his sexiness all females genuinely. 

Many men are raised on excessive pride, according to custom,
I wouldn't have been brought up with fair love and loved with esteem...
if desire hadn't been the driving force
of the passions that altered my course.

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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Temple and Time (5)

Once, the centuries ago,
Far away in distant lands
Where winds for all time blow,
Temple stood in swirling sands.

Rites of magick mighty sages
Carried out in its halls,
Turning ancient parchment pages
Inside temple stone walls.

Daemons served the wizards there,
Greater spirits of the past.
They could tell to all who care
Things, for ages gone and passed.

Once high risen in the air,
Now deep in sea asleep,
Shades of abyss only dare
Through the halls of temple creep.

Neither wisdom priests did know,
Nor the many spells and charms
Could save temple from the glow
Of the fate’s destroying arms.

Wizards did become too proud
With a power they had –
They at last away threw shroud
Hiding things that can drive mad…

Once worshipped and then forgotten,
Is not that a course of things?
Flourished was what’s now rotten,
All abandoned – realms and kings.

Likewise temples, no matter
How great or how high,
Even those gods can’t shatter,
All are going to die.

Time is only lord that master
Every single thing on earth;
Sometimes slow, sometimes faster
It does kill – to give new birth.

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Red man, green man,
black, yellow, blue or white;
everlasting hate or never-ending fight.
Who cares man?

The unclean race lives every place;
perfection is a term of personal view.
The color red is but a shade of blue,
but life itself is the most lovely hue.

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the modern minuet

the modern minuet*

they're dying in Africa
people starving again
global warming is everywhere
and hate is engrained

the Sunnis hate the Shiites
the Shiites hate the Jews 
the Jews hate all Muslims 
and on goes the news

the EU is pissed at Greece
Greece in same boat with Spain
want to voyage to the Americas 
and start all over again

the hackers hate governments 
the governments hates the press 
the press fuels the citizens 
and citizens hate the rest

They're dying in Africa, 
there's still strife in Iran. 
What we don't do to nature, 
will be done to our fellow man.

© Goodguysoul 2015-01-24


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American Woman

Truth and justice are in sight
In the wake of two plane crashes
With of knowledge on her right
She rises from her sunken ashes

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX

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In Shade I Sit

I sit in shade upon my porch
to gaze at men who travel by.
Before my house, they set a course,
humanity in every size.

As some men walk ill to their core
with their souls glued to this road,
they search with lighten load as for
a tripping rock or shallow hole.

I think such men seldom stumble.
They crawl before they trip and fall.
Pious to fault yet not humble;
not to acknowledge me at all.

Yet other men a faster pace
with heads that rise at running stride;
wth open eyes pride face, they race
a fixed cold mind on their prize.

They never turn their heads to see
beauty growing beside this road
bestowing malice eagerly
they never slow or say hello.

Less men walk at an honest rate
with raven eye to see my shade
to par a grade with time to wait
to smile at me or stop and wave.

So few men care to take a turn
to cross my gate, stride up my walk
to find my shade and show concern
to sit and talk and share a thought.

With seldom blessed brother's touch
in which I find rare pleasures great
I share their fate and loving clutch
with treasure of unmeasured state.

I find in you an honest wit
and thankful for your company.
Upon my porch in shade I sit
I watch His world unfold for me.

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Saturday night Enterprise

Saturday here on the holodeck
Jiminy Cricket dances around
to keep baser instincts in check
theoretical ethical dilemmas abound.

The holodeck is like dream time
capable of desires and fantasies
events both horrifying and sublime
played out, life across the galaxies.

An actor on a stage of possibility
can play the part of hero or villain
dastardly or the epitome of civility
darker motifs behind curtain hidden.

Which, to be or not to be, selected
choose, and get into character to portray.
Is the actor the character, or unaffected
by the actions of the part that he plays?

Is it harmless release to play it "bad"
and too, is it no value to play the "good".
Was Hamlet's character really raving mad,
or the sheriff far worse than Robin Hood?

All the world's a stage, us merely players
might go beyond the cornered universe
to philosophers, hucksters, soothsayers
all who purport good to bad and obverse.

The doors to the holodeck close "shwoosh"
and our man by the door gives a nod
tonight's experience might be an ambush
or tomorrow's wizened connecting rod.

Life's lyrics still sing melodious tunes
for singers, actors, and audience to decide
Jiminy with umbrella and hat, so croons
"Always Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide."

© Goode Guy 2011-06-08

tweeeeeeeeeeet...all hands report to the holodeck!

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Persistence of the Mind

The train of thought as a continuum,
nourishes the minds of all who receive.
These fruits are ripe within this kingdom.
They fall within the scope of what I believe.

I receive knowledge at elders’ bequest.
In this mortal existence, fewer remain.
Searching continues as a diligent quest.
They achieve transcendence to a higher plane.

I exist within the earth’s limitations.
I gain and lose in countless transactions.
My life is involved in numerous occupations.
It knows no borders among the factions.

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Brave are the Hill Flowers

Brave are the flowers, which bloom on a hill. 
To grow so close to a moonlight shining 
With only stars guarding from winter's chill 
That burns their leaves, soft and silver lining. 

Yet, when charged by frost they will stand their ground
They hide not in meadows or green alleys 
With such sad battle lost stems soon turn brown 
No braver flowers are found in valleys. 

Flowers die as if life did not matter 
Defiant in the face of a cold wind blow 
In this same cold wind their seeds shall scatter 
As it comes springtime more flowers may grow.

Hill flowers endure the first desecration, 
As chilling wind torches a Northern slope. 
They parish it seems from lack of action 
But brave are they in their display of hope.

You and I are the same as His flowers
Our destiny we can never escape,
We pray for most in our waiting hours
To brave as flowers and stand in His grace. 
They suffer loss of our quit affection 
Their beauty squelched and their perfume set still. 
Our destiny mirrors their reflection. 
Brave are the flowers, which bloom on a hill.

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In an instant  when meet our gazes                                               
I feel that life is new begun. 
Friend  time  my burden  raises,
Weighless  as  a  ray of sun.

A  fresh new world to create :
Plans evolve now  in a moment.
A good idea will procreate
More  ideas  from my river pent.

Her sparkle, her light,   her shine -
Clear silver cloudless  sign.

Tabula rasa now,  the past remote -
It is a cosmic moment found.
Clock tick has ceased to gloat
At speed of light when time slows down

That gaze infuses new  sun,
New cosmos into my form earth-drawn.
Like a weak candle snuffed and gone,
Darkness ends, begins the   dawn.

The flash of her gaze  renews  me,  quidam -
Like a fingertip touch from God to Adam

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                                                A WORD TO THE WISE

I've said it before and I'll say it again,
To thine own self be true;
For the ways of the world are unkind my friend,
But that you will know is not new.

It doesn't pay to feign and pretend,
And try to be something you're not;
And if you do you'll find in the end,
Sadness is all that you've got.

Do unto others as you would have them,
Do unto you in return.
This way you'll find you've many a friend,
For pay back is often well earned.

Mind your own business, be frugal and kind,
And see that you mind what you say;
For others are watching of cruel, vicious mind,
Who turn truth to lies just for play.

Listen to me and heed my words well,
If you wish to live well and prosper.
Live by The Word and you won't go to Hell,
When for judgement you stand 'fore The Father.

                                                                      Judy Ball

                                                                                                     Proverbs 24:28-29

                       Provers 3:1-2

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democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
can two parties be on the same team?
that it works at all is a wonderment 

what rancor could be made of this?
this would pass for a party plank
be it elephant's or a donkey's to kiss
it's squeaky wheels we have to thank

we engage in rhetoric harsh to prove
our point is the truth or so we say,
so take your firm stance, and move!
be it right or left, the other way

we're gonna block your filly buster!
horse tradin' is 'fer checkin' teeth
uncompromisin' deals pass 'fer muster
some party's purpose is to deceive

our founding fathers, gentlemen all
taught that with good speaking skills
our House divided can not fall?
it's Senate's turn to pass some bills

our leaders are honest ones, with ability
vision for the nations future direction
turn this ship with statesmen's civility
to please citizenry's best cross section

yet with serious tone of impending disaster
if esteemed colleagues should get their say
they speak to press with sound bites faster
to sway opinion polls, today's power play

the whole process makes the thoughtful wonder
about the ability of political men to work
for their point to prove, and pull asunder
national harmony, as we all go berserk

democracy may look to some, to seem
a hell of a way to run a government
two parties can be on the same team,
as compromise doesn't breed discontent

to know political relations are symbiotic
the nature of democracy is a bit chaotic

© Goode Guy 2011-06-24

dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

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The Artist Formerly Known As God

Black canvas
Curved space
Sterling stars
Evolved grace
Painted planets
Yellow sun
White noise
Prodigal son
Bleeding brushes
Dripping plight
Solemn strokes
Sequestered light
Turgid sky
Acid rain
Burning questions
Dangling reigns
Charcoal commandments
Acrylic themes
Smeared signature
Scientific schemes 

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I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony

from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul

The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound

Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth

This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound

I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand

The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife

So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind

Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel

source of insp Proverbs 1-5 on thinking
ability, understanding and wisdom

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Study Poem: Unseen Immortality

I’ll stay in the shadows
accruing interest on accolades due
for quietly providing remedies
which combat worldly ails.

Those who seek praise may stumble upon
beneficial consequences of their actions,
but more often they aggravate sores,
hidden by their alacrity.

So it will continue into eternity;
my admonitory words will be forgotten
until the ages of dust which adorn them
solidify; proving my words adamant.

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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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brushing up

i brush up on my painting skills
the room in my mind is slated clean
pastels under foot bring cheap thrills
actively brewing my mental caffeine

with keen anticipation i open the can
and scents arise from creamy hues
to stir my emotions i alight cyan
thoughts stir to pigmented chartreuse 

kneeling down i brush away worries
and bristle with newfound anticipation
at the thought of bright plains i hurry
and spread my floor with new elation

glistening pigment flows on smoothly
a shiny coat of colorful armor
untimely realization comes on cruelly
i've painted myself into the corner

a cascade of colored phrases come to mind
glossing over the predicament i'm in
trying for semblance of this puzzled find
some solution elegant to dissuade chagrin

should i wait it out for paint to dry
only now i read directions on the can
six to eight hours as time goes by
can my bladder hold on to this game plan?

pigment slowly dries as bladder does not
frustration grows as i search other ideas
could someone come rescue me, a long shot
if i called out, would they hear my pleas

no easy way thought to get off the hook
the whole plan was just full of holes
whatever made me decide a new look
my path is clear as i paint my soles

© Goode Guy 2011-06-22

oh those colorful phrases ;-)

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The Executed Donkey

This political forum is but an avenue for debate
Leaving man and woman, speaking then of hate
Trying so to stay within the realm of running calm
The press exploits the two by setting off their bombs

As words that started factual, have turned to bitter cold
Man and woman pass the buck, a story that’s quite old
When issues so imperative are swept under the rug
One tries to squash the other, like stepping on a bug

It seems intentions, at one time, may have been of good
Tables turned, as candidates, now do the things they could
They try to get away with it as they say so much as well
Smearing the name of the other, while they then just propel

Their party hustles, bustles, to get the dirt they need
Then turn it out for pleasure to the media who feeds
Truth be known, no good will come from letting dirt then loose
As the candidates seem to further, put their heads into a noose

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They call themselves sophisticated,
score that special hit, 
drive a brand new 'Beemer'
and annoy us with their wit.

E-mails, cell phones, always selling,
always out to merchandize,
little do they know that 
we can see through their disguise.

Sophistication isn't clever,
cravin' money, kissin' ass,
climbin' up the corporate ladder
no, I think I'll take a pass,

for there's another kind of lovin',
playin' frisbee in the park,
fixin' dinner, doin' dishes,
stolen kisses in the dark.

The gentle of a special woman,
tender moments to recall,
making love and making memories, 
joy and laughter through it all.

You can keep your slick devices,
lookin' sharp no matter what,
to me sophistication's simple,
I'm content with what I've got.

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floral arrangements

when the Rose dries up
and wilts at her hips
and love tilts down
and she softly quips

that she's not happy
scents of love past
her flower has died,
that love couldn't last

it could all stem from
prickly feeling thorns
reckless whisper's eardrum
some heated words sworn

that too easily slip out
from a human's proud lips
to cause a lover's doubt
and begin the apocalypse

takes nourishment to grow
attend to floral arrangements
but, should it droop into woe
an irreconcilable estrangement

know that petals are everywhere
for pistols and pollen's blossom
just water it and give it care
nourished with tender wish often

Daisy will light your sunny side
Violet's royal purples will enthuse
Jasmine's scent will softly confide
too, you'll know Iris' blues

to tell what is usually meant
of life and draws of relations
flowers are always heaven sent
a sensory celebrated jubilation

© Goode Guy 2011-10-20

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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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Ups and Downs

Life’s not easy, and sometimes it’s rough With “ups” and “downs” and the in-between stuff It’s the “downs” in life that make you strong To cope with pains that will come along When those bad times come in to play Everything turns sour and your day is gray Draw from your knowledge about the past Recall that phrase, “This Too Shall Pass!” “Ups” don’t exist without any “downs” No reason to smile if you can’t frown Life would be dull if you didn’t have both Things would be stagnate, there’d be no growth So when life throws you the old curve ball It’s only a spike in your long haul You’ve been there, so meet it head on After a time, it too will be gone

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our poles

how could we be so diametric
opposed even in the littlest things
leaving us unendingly apoplectic
unconscious of what each other brings

to the field of our mutual magnetism
lines of attraction wide-out arcing
bridging polarities of our schism
creating bonds of thoughts sparking

possibility for a new way of viewing
and thinking about each other's worth
without being steeped in conflict brewing
creating our own little hell on Earth

the ear and tongue can come together
from individuals or partied nations
to pass feelings and beliefs on better
than weapons or harsh worded oration

would all the melting ice around 
maybe stand a chance of washing away
hurts and hates from common ground
allowing us to meet each other halfway

© Goode Guy 2011-09-16

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The big cat stalks the shadows,
Searching for his prey.
He's quick and strong this predator,
And patience his mainstay.

Now he lurks inside the fence,
He's got into the house,
And I can tell you this big cat,
Searches for no mouse.

Much bigger prey is needed here,
His appetite enormous,
And as he stalks his fettered prey,
He finds it all quite humorous.

What fools to leave a lazy lout,
To guard their precious chattel.
He'll bring them all down one by one,
Devouring all their cattle.

Foolish leopard that he is,
He hasn't got a clue,
That when the fatted calf is gone,
He will be gone too.

                                                   Judy Ball

'Nuff Said

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                                                  MUCH A-DO

We cannot worry over-much,
'Bout things we can't control.
Too much worry disrupts life,
And at length rots the soul.

Worrying 'bout this and that,
Can spoil your whole demeanor,
Causing you to disdain,
What makes your pastures greener.

Reality of fact is that,
Life has it's ups and downs,
Stomp and snort all that you please,
And growl and glance around,

To find someone to blame it on,
Although no one's to blame;
Sometimes things happen, this is true,
And it's to no one's shame.

Often we avoid some things,
But sometimes we just can't,
If we could go through life unscathed,
We'd be some kind of plant,

That simply sits, says not a word,
And never does a athing;
So learn to take life as it comes,
Relax and learn to sing;

For worry never solved a thing,
In fat it gives you ulcers,
And makes you old before your time,
So relax, gain some culture.

Learn to control your inner chi,
Your yen and then your yang,
Because worrying all the time,
Won't gain you one dang thang.

                                              Judy Ball

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Keep Your Fences Sound

Mend your people fences Keep them in repair Not wise to be at odds With those with which you care Sad to see family’s split And then drift apart Someone hold out a hand Give the fence mending a start Agree to disagree No need for conflict Some subjects are Taboo Just avoid what gets them “ticked” Don’t let those words that hurt Force you to strike back Count to ten, let it ride Keep your fences all in tact Differences aren’t bad Makes the world go round Practice “Live and Let Live” And keep your fences sound

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New York

She brings the world golden light
A new world of justice waits
Anticipating her insights
To assimilate her better traits 

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights reserved ©MMX

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abraham solomon and you


If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother,  it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge is the life of your first born

If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead

If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Wouldst you cast away your daughter’s life and give a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds out you must then slay thy mother?

God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss and give God colon cancer”
      © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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I was raised amidst thieves, thugs and rats
Not the rodent, I’m talking about snitches
I grew up next to the rotten, rebellious and the skinny one is always called “Fats”
I was brought up by Broadway, by boosting and a bushel of b*ches

Ain’t nothing new to me, where I now exist
I am immune to the horrid places I go
There’s so many places I hate it’s too long a list
Suffice it to say that I know that which I know

My father was fifth avenue whereupon the rich dwell
And my mother was Madison Ave. where only the chic congregate
Both of my parents gave me a map straight to hell
And that’s why I don’t even have time to hate

Thieves were my tutors, and my teacher was other people’s blood
Yet I saw angels above my head revealing what I needed to hear
Listen, my friend, I fear boils, locusts and flood
But I’ve tried to dissipate and mitigate all of my hate

And then you ask me why I have aching f*****g feet
Because I wasn’t raised up I was dragged up and honey, that’s for true
And there are certain people and relatives you don’t want to meet
But fret not for I don’t fear the government, I don’t fear the law and I don’t even  fear men in blue
                           © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~


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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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From the Old School

You’re from the old school When you go to work each day Striving to do the best you can Wanting to earn your pay You’re from the old school Whenever you sit down to eat And have the entire family there Each one is in his seat You’re from the old school When a cell phone’s just a phone No internet or playing games Not board to be alone You’re from the old school When you honor Mom and Dad Knowing how they love you Best friends you ever had You’re from the old school When there’s a parade in town Hand over heart when the anthem’s played Standing when the flag comes around You’re from the old school When you’re gentle and your kind You can speak what’s on your mind Without cursing all the time You’re from the old school Don’t you wish we all could be Believe in God and Country And keep America free

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If I could 
Read your mind
Would the things I see 
Be unkind
If only I 
Could really know
If only you'd let
Your feelings show
Maybe sometime
Time will tell
We'll get to know each other
Really well
Or maybe we'll
Be saying good bye
But at least we gave
Our love a try
Maybe someday
I will find
The things that are
On your mind

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Carpe Diem

Now that she’s gone I miss her laughter,
The way it rippled through the air like gleaming
Echoes dancing in the sunlight, after
A summer rainstorm has done its streaming.

She carried sunbeams in her pockets,
Jingling them all the day as she played
Among the flowers, flinging her favorites
High into the air, to dissipate the shade.

She had to go to seize the Present Day,
To hold it fast against the coming flood.
I like to think she could influence the way
The sun kisses life into a flower bud.

I heard she went to gather flowers in a meadow
Far away, in a land of ageless pleasure;
Spreading her happiness all’ allegro,
Conducting her very own symphonic measure.

She taught me so many wondrous things: 
To wait patiently for the first star to shine;
Why the monarch butterfly has wings;
Where to look for Nature’s true design.

But most of all she taught me how to let go,
Just when the time was exactly right –
Gently, like the touch of soft spring snow –
My one true love on the wings of flight. 

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Life is Rife with Joy and Strife

Days will surely pass one by one
Either joy or sorrow will be won
Whether we need it or not
They will be by us surely got

Pains will vanish in due course
A cure, time will kindly enforce
Joy though now comes to stay
One day, it will also go away

Nothing will be in life constant
As changes are incessant
We must accept it meekly
We can't proceed weakly

We must rejuvenate our mood
That only is in life damn shrewd
Or else we will lose definitely
We must recover absolutely

Next step, we must initiate
God mayn't kindly propitiate
But, we must be confident
Then only we are prudent.

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television is a government conspiracy
they're trying to indoctrinate a certain segment of the nation
those susceptable as they sell soap with pseudo sex 
mixed with an un-healthy dose of dis-information

they are introducing our youth  to indifference
eager young minds fertile for seeding
but for a flood of info-mercials and false information
soon those young  minds will require rapid weeding

innocents  are being indoctrinated with what they think is success
"buy this car because it's got a hot blonde behind the wheel"
and corporations are aware of what they're doing they just won't confess
and god knows, every product on T.V. is a really great deal

corporate america and entertainment companies are now one
both have the very same motivation in mind
images these kids watch made to to taunt with temptation
and the only immune ones are the deaf, dumb and blind
    (c) 2011....~free cee!~ Phreepoetree 

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Eternal Forces

A plethora of blessings has come to me in a deviation from the norm. I have been enlightened with all I see. A light rain has become a storm. The words fall like precipitation. They fill my poetic chalice. An amount surpassing computation now flows within my palace. The words have burgeoned into a universal expanse. It is a vast territory to explore. Like a large troupe, they come to dance. in greater amounts than I had known before. A passive foray has become an obsession. It is presently what I live for. An amassed fortune is in my possession. May it continually stream for evermore.

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I wonder a lot about getting old
"Have respect for your elders" I was always told
Will they hurt and tease me or maybe call me names
I hope they don't hit me or try to play mind games
Will they let me lay in a puddle or a mess
Will they always neglect me and never confess
Will they show their anger by making me wait
Or tell me they 'forgot' me, despite all their hate
I hope I am treated with tender loving care
If only they'd listen to what I have to share
The memories will be, my last resort
If I have my mind, I'll be able to sort
Sort out my life, all the good and bad
All the good things to come
And all the pleasant times I've had

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Walk in silence and learn to hear,
Walk in strength to understand fear,
Walk aware to see this life,
Walk with purpose and free of strife.

Walk with feeling and learn to care,
Walk with another and learn to share,
Walk with the young and see anew,
Walk with the old who know what is true.

Walk your lifetime on your own road,
Walk with joy for what life bestowed,
Walk with me and take my hand,
Walk together and understand.

Stoic (Stephen Allen)

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To The Night

To the Night

To the night sky I am drawn
promises of the dawn
that I were night, light devoid
that I were the darkness of shadow

I would yearn for the cradle of light
unto others would I bless
twinkling gifts, starlets aglow
bright glow of souls borne aloft

To live in my own light
to drink into myself of the flames
that break forth from me
banish the night

Night, now do all songs of lovers awake
night, now thoughts of longing break forth
as a fountain
and my soul is the song of a loving one


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Then Comes the Day

Shoes and blues and faded tattoos
The places that some people go
The wife the life the pain and strife
Things that we’ll never know

Rope some hope and a bag of dope
Becomes all that you are
To be true is impossible for you
Spinning upon a star

Then comes the day you put it away
Smiling bright inside
Because it’s true the things you do
What a wonderful ride

It’s so easy to see if you’re me
I have seen it all
When all the bad is what you had
Broken you will fall

The tears dry; you understand why
Cycle of the season
For through it all back to the wall
Everything has a reason

Reason is found spinning around
Memory that was lost
I guess all we do will come true
Long as we pay the cost

Everything in life comes at a price
The same applies to your soul.
What is the price you ask, that is
a question only you can answer.
When seeking Salvation look with
In for that is where true Salvation
is found. MJ

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Destroyer of worlds
Means to an end
Mother of life
Come to my bed

Essence a pearl
A timeless chest
A bosom to treasure
A lust without rest

Guarded by religion
Practiced by men
Seduced by women
Foe or friend

Breeder of armies
Disease to spread
What’s your passion
Pleasure or death

I see your reflection
The heartbreak of intent
Forgive my advances
I need you again

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Like Vietnam

Where do we go after this war is done
Will life go on as it was before
Like Vietnam, nobody  won
Like Vietnam, an unjust war

We put our children on foreign soil
Media fueled the people's fears
Did we fight terror or look for oil
Like Vietnam, with blood and tears

The death toll climbs each passing day
Sons and daughters are dying
Is it democracy when we have no say
Fathers and mothers crying

We've come to that point in history
When we calculate the cost
The toll is not a mystery
Like Vietnam, we lost.

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I am turning my life around
I'm changing all my thoughts,
I'll concentrate on feeling good
And not on battles fought.

The Bible says "think on good things"
Forget about the bad,
And all good things will follow you
And really make you glad.

Excitement, joy, gratitude, love,
On these feelings I'll thrive,
And I will focus on the end
When love will come alive.

My Blessings will materialize
From in the Universe,
Where lots of gifts are all stored up
For those who want it worse.

I'll focus on prosperity
And no longer on debt,
I'll receive all God has for me
Life will be Great, I'll bet!!!

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The Awakening

the truth lies within me
and yet I know not why
I fidget and I fumble
fall to My knees and cry

skeletons clamor and stumble
over My demise
wicked vexed undaunted
last roll of the die

ire tears sear through Me
lips curse a weighted sigh
stripped illusions rape
My dreamless, ebony sky

on shattered bent knee
I succumb to Him on High
fragile diamond, jealous rose
on bruised thorns I lie

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Listen Up Brothers

I look at art and I see beauty.
I read poems and reveal it too.
I walk among nature and feel it.
I witness it all, but I don’t know you.

Women, God’s handiwork, tough to read
They have plagued mankind for years.
We can love, appreciate and worship them.
We fall victim and are brought to tears.

Women are not objects, but objectified.
They can be overly suggestive, yet pure.
They can assault our being, yet we stay.
When it comes to them, we always want more.

We can defy them, but later need them.
We can hear their breaths, hear each beat.
When it comes to lust, oh so very often,
We also tend to grovel at women’s feet.

Men act like fools when around them,
Stuttering thoughts that never come clean.
We’d like to say how we love, need them.
But have not the words to say what we mean.

God was generous with the beauty He gave,
A variety of different colors and even size.
I wish He gave men the smarts, though,
So we can see women clearly in our eyes.

Let’s not waste time, trying to figure out.
Let’s just admire, respect, and cherish them all.
Let’s just open and share what we’re feeling
For women are needed, without them we fall.

Many of them have fallen victim.
Support those who have, give them a hand.
Give them not pity, that is not wanted,
Give them your heart that would be grand.

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Poetic Thirst

As words form on paper or there on a screen
The many who read can see what they mean
But yet there is more that the author implies
You must read deeper but not with your eyes

The stories or feelings can come on so strong
Letting the reader feel as if they do so belong
There’s comfort in thinking it’s written for you
As if it is about you or the things that you do

When placing yourself in the poems you read
You give unto others your sense of your need
You allow them to see you, the beauty within
You give to them hope, laughter or just a grin

The next time you write, with hopes of a read
Forget not those people that suffer from need
Put yourself, all of you, deeply into the verses
Giving many who read, a quench of their thirst

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Love or Lust

I’d  like to teach a lesson to you
You may laugh and question me
My eighteen years have seen enough
To hopefully make you see

Lust, my friend, is pure heat
Some say unbridled passion
Sure is pleasing, to say the least
But should this be the fashion?
It may not hold the bonds we need
To eternally stay as one
It may be there to just deceive
It may be there for fun.
A thief of thoughts, controls our head
and all of our body parts
For if lust exists, as our only tie
Then there’s nothing in our hearts.

Love, my friend, is the foundation
On which we can build our lives
In good and bad, we’ll tackle it all
And do more than just survive
For with love, we share a lust
That desire to be as a one
For, like the lust, the fire blazes
And love, too, brings us fun.
It is what matters, it helps us see
The beauty within us all.
Though, it too hurts, painfully
We’ll always answer it’s call.
Even if we go and separate
Well, love, it will always stay
A staying power, it surely has
And it will outlast the day.
Unlike lust, just through the night,
Or whatever the preference be
Love prevails and will forever win
And lust, well, that’s history.

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 There’s a fire burning
 Just under there
 While I play with the monsters
 In my nightmare 

 There’s a fire around me
 Filling my head
 While I sing with the monsters
 Under my bed

 There’s a fire in the sky
 It’s falling down 
 While I laugh with the monsters 
 And dance around 

 The fire burns bright
 It brings back reality 
 And all the monsters
 That live inside me

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Stand Up!

Stand up for the right!
Don’t you ever back down!
Don’t give up your fight!
Keep your feet on the ground!

Stand up for the meek!
Stand up and be strong!
Stand up and be counted!
Live free and live long!

All great words of advice,
but all words of choice.
Stand up and be heard,
We can all make one voice!

Stand up for what matters
to be true to your heart!
Stand up and be proud!
Stand up and be part!