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Perseverance is surely the name of the game
With every challenge before you
It applies to the highest mountains you climb
Ignoring distractions is the clue
Roadblocks are there to test your patience
The glitter of gold clouds your eyes
Keep your nose to the proverbial grindstone
Much success will be yours by and by
I certainly haven't achieved all my goals
But employing this theory through the years
Has enabled me to increase the likelihood
Of avoiding many heartaches and tears
Working hard with the goal of cooperation
Bendability when shown a new path
You'll ultimately be placed in a higher standing
Great success will be yours at last
In closing please remember this friendly advice
To assist you in climbing life's tree
Compassion and patience are all important
But perseverance is surely the key
© Jack Ellison 2013
Pop can Sally stock my pop.
Push the new stuff back!
Bring the old stuff to the front
and space them just a crack.
Sell me one to quench my thirst
but make me get my own.
Reaching further to the back
where cooler ones are known.
Take my change from out of pocket.
Thanks for this cold pop.
Refreshing when I pull it's tab
and help to blow it's top.
Guzzling down what rushes out
and soon to quench my thirst.
Swallowing it quickly now;
allowing it to burst.
Empty now a once full can.
Thanks to Sally and her pop.
The Pop Can Sally Store.
They started at the break of day
For happy day of fun.
Each hoped to catch a mess of fish
Before the day was done.
They hurried to remembered spot
Where they'd had past success,
To cast their bait from a high wall,
With some skill, more or less.
These siblings wanted to surprise
Their unsuspecting mom.
The sweet, young miss was Eloise, (Ell-o-wise)
Her brothers Jack and Tom.
At first the fish refused to bite,
But these three persevered.
And each went home with their fair share
Before sun disappeared.
For Edmund Blair Leighton contest
No twelve-step indulgent spree
for getting over you.
She’s forgetting in a hurry,
two steps will have to do.
First, she will handle her grief
Spinning one-eighty degrees,
one short cry and she’s debriefed.
Mission accomplished with ease.
Next, she’ll deal with her revenge
After all, she’s human too
Hundred-to-one you’ll come unhinged
when you see her with you know who.
Entering into rest at last
interesting truth she finds…
scars healed quickly; tears are past;
you are a load off her mind.
Rick, This placed 10th in P.D. (Linda A) How Sweet It Is contest
I stole this poem
with cutlass and eyes
words lusted and trusted
so I took of this prize
it's chests of golden
it's flashing jeweled verbs
and left letters worthless
to be picked by the birds
sailing 'cross bleached pages
under azure blue skies
I stole of my own life
and took what implies
existence on dangerous sees
to the edge of the earth and
boarded keyboard south of the keys
taking every word of worth
pillaging the hapless literati
demanding chains and trinkets
relieving authors boasting haughty
of bootied lines me think it's
better to hold to bright sun
to see glint in the daylight
some pirated pentameter outdone
without sword of pen to fight
so hang me dashed by a yardarm
an' tell lies of me glories
whilst takin' maidens in arm
regaling wild legended stories
but, me matey, ye'd better beware
of plagiarists fast on your tale
'cross oceans of notions they dare
pirate your own words to unveil
to their own laughing lasses and crew
drinking and toasting remembrance of you
what's a pirating plagiarist to do?
- but pirate a poem out of the blue
aaarrgh matey -
I'll be takin' them lines now...
© Goode Guy 2012-12-13