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Ode to a rose on a sunset

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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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Choosing Life

Eighty-four pounds at age 27
An illness nearly claimed my life
“You have an option,” the doctor said
But the choice was one that cut like a knife

“Pray for a miracle; linger in pain
Or negate any chance of having children”
My husband had died, my hope long since drained
In a sense I already felt barren

No way to rejoice, given such a choice
Knew I’d never feel like a real woman
So I sought guidance from my inner voice
Made the sign of the cross, said, “Amen”

“Do it,” I cried, tears welling in my eyes
My body dying, I saw no option
It seemed better than facing my demise
This was my darkest hour without question

Career struggles I faced in years ahead
And there was no man standing by my side
Empty within, faced the future with dread
Had I made the right choice? Still can’t decide

Perhaps a miracle would have occurred
I believe God watches over us all
But to a pain-free life I had deferred
Instead of trusting blessings would befall



* For Ryland's "Darkest Hour" challenge


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A Piece of Bread.

My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.

My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.

What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.

If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?


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STUFF HAPPENS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                   Judy Ball


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Healing Flesh

Do not see me as I am

  Or you'll be disappointed

See instead my wall of flesh
 
  Dismembered and disjointed


I'll make sure the bones will mend
 
  And never show their age

Rest inside my warmest thoughts

  Of quiet tempered rage


Discover endless reasons why
 
  The flesh will always fail

Embodiments of truer cause

  Could look behind the veil


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Childlike Faith

A child believes many things,
Especially what he is told.
People usually stop believing
When they think that they are old.
Why this is, I don't quite know;
For in my youth, I can't say,
Maybe they stop trusting in life
When they find their hairs are grey.
Or perhaps they are saddened when
They feel they've been betrayed
When they learn that life is far too short
Despite how much they've prayed
But there is hope to which I cling
That as I age, I wish to achieve:
You're only as old as you feel,
And you feel what you believe.


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Coke Zero



Coke Zero is now my soft drink of choice Zero calories is the key to success Some genius on high finally figured it out Coke without calories is the best! The guy that came up with this brilliant stroke Earned a dirty big bunch of Coke shares For blokes like me who are trying to cut down It's the answer to us guy's prayers Now all we're missing is a Caramilk Zero That would surely complete the trend Imagine a chocolate bar that's healthy for you I'd stick to this diet to the end “That's pretty silly!” I heard someone say “A chocolate bar without the bad stuff” Relax my good fellows it's only a dream Convincing us would surely be tough So I really don't think it's such a great idea But I'd give 'em a high five for trying Downside of attempting to lose some weight For all that bad stuff I'd be dying © Jack Ellison 2013


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Then Fate Took It's Turn

My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore

First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife

Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most

He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline

His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed

On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van

My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet

Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be

He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life




My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'



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Pandemic Pandemonium (Swine Flu)

Pardon skepticism, but it’s true
There’s too much ado about Swine Flu
Thirty-one deaths by May of ‘09
In 25 nations worldwide
 
Avoid all public transportation
And forego annual vacations
Protect us from the dreaded Swine Flu
By closing our schools and churches too
 
The government was slow to react
When HIV first left its tracks
On drug users, gay communities
Thousands died in the 1980s
 
But when the “pure of soul” met demise
With blood transfusions linked to lost lives
AIDS won interest from politicians
Lightning struck, they sprang into action
 
Swine Flu can kill, but what’s the fuss?
Other illnesses claim more of us
Look back to the Fourteenth Century
For true epidemiology
 
Black Death caused widespread annihilation
Nearly half Europe’s population
The Smallpox deadly legacy
Egypt-born, 1350 BC
 
Fifteen million had this disease
As recent as the 1960s
Eradication finally defined
December 1979
 
Return to Century Fourteen
To find the world’s first quarantines
Cholera ships confined to ports
But still this plague reached landlubbers’ doors
 
Regular flu in winter thrives
Each week taking 800 lives
Though common colds seldom spell doom
Thousands flock to emergency rooms
 
So answer this: Why all the hype
When Swine Flue takes a gentler bite
Newspaper headlines must be filled
Across their banners Swine Flue spills
 
Or could these reports be diversions
For something more foul in our nation
Are dogs now being wagged by their tails
As health hazards go, the Swine Flu pales
 
Hire Willie to write a theme song
But don’t expect us to sing along
Don’t blink, or Washington may think
They’ve succeeded in this hoodwink


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A Life Of Madness

She lives in a world of her own
where no one can reach her soul
alone in a solitary room
she sits on her bed and stares at the wall

This is what she always does
from morning till evening comes
and when she lays in bed at night
she looks into space with an empty glance

I wonder what demons lurk in her head
that drown her soul into such abyss
where despair, sorrow and darkness dwell
and made her lost the will to live


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Toaster Strudel Trochee

<                                       Toaster Strudel - Trochee

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

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




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

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


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You Go Girl



I know of this gal who's started a diet I wish her much luck in her quest Can't mention her name, she'd be upset But accepts this challenge with zest We know how difficult diets can be One of the hardest things to accomplish But this gal can do it if anyone can Her ultimate success is my wish Once a successful real estate agent Accomplishing that a great feat So losing some pounds should be a snap A lead pipe cinch to complete There are many others in need a boost To start them on their way to skinny An incentive helps to spur them on So once more they can wear a size “mini” Good luck to her and all you others Who've grabbed the bull by the horns The prize at the end is so darn rewarding To wake up feeling great every morn! © Jack Ellison 2013


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All in one

urge to be in two places now so strong
heartrending cries for help yelled out loud
inability of dividing myself feels so wrong
highways ahead too narrow and too long
ticking times merciless running out

wishes to change the times lifelong
desired bless of magically being endowed 
both soul mates in a distant throng
watching their struggle and storm cloud 
praying for their health in a swan song


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One Of The Lucky Ones



Hope I'm not putting a big hex on myself But till now I've had no serious medical problems Don't know how many can say that at seventy-eight But you can place me in the “fortunate” column Haven't done anything out of the ordinary Thinking maybe I inherited some very good genes My whole family before me all lived to a ripe old age So what's this guy... a can of baked beans! Seven sisters all lived longer than eighty A pattern seems to have been established here Don't want to break the spell or cause any problems I'll just motor along and have another beer Don't think I'd like to be around at one hundred Soiling my jockey and mumbling away Just wheel me out to the back veranda in the sun And forget me for a couple of days © Jack Ellison 2014


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Your Daily Stress



Everyone needs a break from routine It can drive us right to the brink The stresses we feel just trying to get through Are enough to drive us to drink Doesn't take much, could be quite simple Like changing the order of things May not seem much but sure does wonders For one's erratic mood swings Maybe drive a different route to the office Have lunch at 1:00 instead of 12:00 There are a myriad of things we can do each day That we discover the deeper we delve The mental health of each of us individuals Will improve by leaps and bounds Just a small change in our daily routine Is usually enough I've found So write me and tell me how you make out Here's wishing you much success The effort can be small but the benefits are big In alleviating your daily stress © Jack Ellison 2014


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A Little Riddle


Ah yes, ‘tis such a pleasure
to those who know the lack of it it.
A relief beyond measure,
to those who have the knack of it.

It’s timing can often be hilarious,
though company may frown on it,
because it’s considered nefarious,
And the uppity class is down on it.

An action most taken for granted,
It’s importance unheeded.
It’s social acceptance is slanted,
though medically needed.

Just one hint and we’re back to the start
In public it’s worse than a slurp,
Now don’t put the horse after the cart,
I’m talking about a … burp.




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wasted my time

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


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THE RHETORIC LANGUAGE OF WHAT LIFE SEEMS

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

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


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


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


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Last Night While Asleep


Last night while asleep my heart kept beating.
Life-blood through arteries with veins repeating.
Five quarts of blood in twenty-three seconds,
Circulating through me—my body beckons.

Last night while asleep, my body at rest,
Drained poison my bloodstream possessed.
Carbon dioxide, by oxygen replaced.
Lungs cleansing while breathing kept pace.

The nervous system, while I'm unaware,
Was busy playing neuro-solitaire.
Body repairing, last night while asleep.
Preparing for appointments to keep.

How does this happen? And who gives command?
We are complex--our bodies well planned.
Our blessed Creator keeps us through the night.
To arise and start another day off right. 


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A Warm Cozy Sweater

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

Rainy days can't even bring down my spirits
I'm meant to live life on a high
I see nothing but positive signs every day
Of love and bright sunny skies

This can't be true, I've heard people say
One can't be upbeat every day
Once in a while, there gotta be sad things
You encounter along the way

Of course they're right, but the difference is
I don't let them get me down
They are all a part of this thing we call living
It's my choice to smile not frown

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

@Jack Ellison 2012


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Back To Lean And Mean



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


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Maybe Because I'm Skinny Now



Sure feel the cold a whole lot more Since losing a bunch of pounds Never considered there'd be side effects And there's surely others I've found Actually need a whole new wardrobe Costly to lose so much weight One good thing I can fit my old clothes I wore on my very first date Another thing is I can ask for a booth At my favourite eatery again Instead of sitting conspicuously at a table Embarrassing me and my friends Even can be seen in my Speedo once more Showing off my skinny physique Haven't done that for a very long while It's been almost fifty-two weeks For those of you thinking of maybe a diet Be aware of the side effects But all in all you'll feel real fantastic And regain your self respect © Jack Ellison 2013


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Curative Leaves

Under divinities shadow,
Rests the tree of life.
With aromatic branches,
Dissected by a pocket knife.

Medicinal veins lushly flow,
Carrying remedial cures.
A verdant daze ensues,
As romantic buds allure.

Poetic smoke…recites,
The stanzas of cannabis trees.
As healthy lungs exclaim,
The power of curative leaves.




_______________________
Inspired by a Lucky Lopez!!!


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What Kind Of Flowers



Getting close to eighty, not a great idea To shovel snow anymore The danger of a heart attack is ever present Certainly not something to ignore Up in our brains we're still young as ever But the body's fallen way behind So don't you go thinking, that's not me I'm still young and able of mind What kind of flowers d'ya want on your coffin That's if you don't heed my warning It's not really a subject to make jokes about But it may help you see next morning When we're up in years, it's more on our mind It used to be way off in the future Then all of a sudden it starts getting closer Thinking about age, ain't so super So to hurry it along, keep shovelling snow You ain't a young pup anymore It's up to you if you wanna be a smart ass Maybe make out your will before © Jack Ellison 2014


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Clean Bill Of Health

Got a clean bill of health From my doctor today So I'm feeling darn good That's needless to say! For a man of my age That's a pretty good thing Thought one or two parts Would need replacing But hooray, hallelujah I'm good for a while No need for pills Can't wipe off the smile! With a positive outlook You've won half the battle It's mind over matter Just don't ya get rattled! I could surely continue For many more verses There's no funeral pending So send back the hearses © Jack Ellison 2012


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A Ruddy Zombie

Some days I wake up smiling Today's sure not one of those days Caught some kind of a flu bug Wanna sleep the whole day away Feel like a ruddy zombie Got no drive, no get up and go No longer a reason for living I've come to the end of the show Hide the pills and the liquor Get rid of the knives and weapons Feel like harming little animals Looking for bugs to step on Normally charming and lovable But when bugs invade my body Don't handle the invasion very well This nasty man gets really snotty Eventually I'll get back to normal To my sweet and lovable self Until then, please bear with me Don't feel like a big happy elf! © Jack Ellison 2012
Have no fear... wrote this a while ago. Today I'm fit as a fiddle and feeling fine!


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Ela Jane at Eight

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

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


Dedicated to my grandaughter Ela Jane Dushku.

Robert Davidson - A Short Poem, Please.


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Rivals Good Sex



Used to ride my bike every morning Five miles round our complex Got pretty high from this morning workout It even rivalled good sex Okay, okay, I'm gonna take that back After thoughtful consideration What was I thinking to say such a thing But need both in moderation Especially now that I'm a senior citizen This bod has trouble getting up And I really mean that quite literally, friends Think young but this guy's no pup Ever heard of someone dying during sex? I suppose it's happened before Especially if the sex is very rambunctious And you both wind up on the floor How amazing if that was your last act Before reaching the Pearly Gates up there Need to tidy up your appearance though Put your pants on and straighten your hair Used to ride my bike every morning But that's now a thing of the past Lucky to put my two feet in my pants Without falling down on my ass! © Jack Ellison 2013


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True Blessing In Life

People strive all their life to reach
Some level of material abundance,
But the getting reaches a point in which
Some lose life's meaning and substance.

As the years pass they then realize,
They really had the best all the time,
The simple joys they missed with their eyes
Slipped away so fast in their prime.

The last years of age can make one see,
That this life's gold is just good health.
A man may live in simple austerity,
But his body in good shape...is wealth.

All rights reserved --- Cynthia Buhain-Baello----05.13.15