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Time My Enemy

Time has become my greatest enemy
It drags on, an infernal grating on the nerve
Like a broken muffler, dragging around the curve 
While my love and I starve for each other’s company

Until time surrenders, I wait my love with baited breath
Watching time, which I have confounded for going by so slowly
For that hour, that minute, that second, when you will be mine only
When I shall pledge my love to you forever, until death




For: Barbara Gorelick’s contest
Once Upon A “Time”



Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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brilliant sunshine smell of cinnamon laughter

brilliant sunshine smell of cinnamon laughter... white stones and tree trunks
*Christmas Jamacia  
 


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911 Aftermath Misguided Haters

You walk through the metal detector 
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”

I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander

You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away 
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam

Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2012

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My Tears

My Tears


I am crying, for you, for me, for then and now.
I can hear you saying, “Don’t cry my love,
Not for spilt milk
Just talk to The Good Lord up above.

My heart is full inside my breast,
Each artery is swollen with stagnant pain.
Tell me my love, how I make myself forget,
How can we that innocence regain.

I can remember diving in the Blue Lagoon in Portland,
Its waters beyond blue were black.
Down I went without a fear, until I started to rise,
No light I could see and I thought I would never come back.

Synonymous of the darkness that surrounds me now
I shudder and shake in fear.
Then suddenly from out of nowhere,
I see you, I hear you.  You care!

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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The Sowing---Repost in honor of Black History Month

The Sowing


Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches 
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field

A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars ironed in the backs and inner thighs
The voices crying with no listening ear
Blood shines bright in moon's glow sons birth upon the fields

For eons it seems men stack rape like barley and wheat
Small ones soft ones and inexperienced virgins too
Daughters bled away dignity men their respect
Born work and ravished in the fields
Where is their medal of bravery

Today the summer sun washes over the fields
Each ray eclipses the dark memories of sin
As the sons and daughters rise

This poem was written for Joann Grisetti's Copycat contest through inspiration of Debbie Guzzi's The Sowing, one of the Greatest writers here on the Soup
 

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2013

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Tick Tock Tick Tock

                      Tick Tock Tick Tock 


Tick, tock, tick, tock, goes the sound of my clock
I am waiting, waiting, waiting.  Waiting for time to expend
Never have I known time to go so slowly

Exhilarated!  The subject of my tormented dreams will appear
Miles separate, but wires, contaminated with the sweet whispers of our lips
Fingers touch keys and memories of silk ignite the flame of passion 

O clock on the wall!  Why extend my eagerness to be fulfilled
Time!  Why is it you seem to stand still, but still 
 I am waiting, waiting, waiting 

My love, please fulfill?

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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Wait Or Weight?


The Lord says we should not murmur and we should wait,
His promises are true and faithful, Lord lead me to your gate.
Holy Father hear this my excruciating call!
From this your grace let me not fall.

The weight of waiting is beyond human endurance,
But with your help, we will find forbearance.
Maximize my strength; let your will be done in and through me,
And all glory and honor be given unto Thee; and only Thee.

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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A Sentimental Letter to My Only True Love

My dearest, darling lover, 
Through this electronic medium
I touch and caress you with my love

As you read these my words to you
Feel the tenderness of my lips upon your neck
The aching of my breast, molded to your chest

Stronger than the miles between us, is our love
Stronger than the issues that separate us, is our love
The vastness and continuity that envelopes our heart

I now wait with longing, my darling, and sweetheart
For the day, which seems to stretch each hour of the clock
When we will be one, as we should have been, so long ago

I need your touch, as the river needs the water to get along
I have been incomplete without you my sweetest love
I thirst for your loving, as the desert longs for the rain drops  


I wait, impatiently my love, with baited breath
Watching that clock, which I have confounded for ticking too slowly
For that day, that hour, that minute, that second, when you shall be mine
All mine.  I love you, so much, dearest, with everything that’s in me






Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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The Happiest Day Of My Life

The happiest day of my life, hmmmmm, let’s see
Would that be the day I met my true love, or
Would it be the day he returned to me 
You see, I am trying to reason this out 
Which of the days are more important 
Which holds more significance for me  
The day we met, made history sweet
The day he returned made my future bright
Let me tell you about the day we met
We were in church, on a blessed Sabbath Day
He was a visitor, I a regular member 
I sang like a nightingale, so he said
He was instantly drawn to me
But very shy he was
He tried to meet me, his friend as a front
I, not knowing my worth to him
Thought he was out for to play
So didn’t take him seriously
Even though my heart said I should
I made a fool of what was given by God
Thank God for second chances
I have gotten back what was intended
A chance of a life, with my only true love
The day he found me
Rekindle sweet memories
But this is the start of something new
New beginnings, new resolve, new me
New life, new us, new emotions
The past was the start
Today the restart
I was happy then
Today I am happier
So, I guess when he found me again
Was a very happy day 
The happiest day, however, will be
When we stand together, to say
I do
That will be, the happiest day of my life



For Carol Brown’s:  The Happiest Day Of My Life

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Happiness and Joy

Never will another season bring so much joy
A feeling of love, togetherness and happiness
Ring out them festal bells and let’s be jolly
A savior was born, condescended, we are happy
We go to church, offer praise most joyful
Screams of delight, Children playing happily

Lovers holding hands gazing happily
At the beautiful sites, mountain's peaks, rivers of joy
Birds singing sweetly in the air, their songs so melodious and joyful
Every home, through their windows flowing sounds of rapture and happiness
The drunk on the street had one wish to make him happy
Give me some rum, he said, that will make me good and jolly

I played this song last night and it is so fitting, for the topic says Joyful, Joyful
It’s the season of good cheer, a time to give, to dance, to eat and be jolly
Only you can determine your level of happiness
To give of your means it is easy, but to give of yourself many cannot do this happily
Give without grudge, with no intention to receive, that's how giving becomes a joy
To exercise these gems will cleanse the soul; give warm feelings, make us happy

Laughter in the trees, laughter in the breeze, season of laughter, everyone is happy
Gift for baby, gift for mommy, gift for daddy, even the cats and dogs had to be joyful
What the world craves, so elusive for some, thank God in His love, we find great joy
Come one come all let’s jump on the bandwaggon, riding the coach called Super Jolly
The invitation is out, don’t settle in doubt, cast off your cares, ride with us, happily
Great people great love, warmth, sharing caring, all things good gives you happiness

Take friends, co-workers and fellow poets, toss in this great soup pot of happiness
Recycle love, make this world wonderful, song writer says, ‘don’t worry, be happy’
The world needs people who are positive, will see the best in others happily
A smile, a word of cheer, a few words of encouragement, make another’s day joyful
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way’, what good is that if we are not jolly
The Lord has come, so unto this world be peace, love, and most important of all, joy

There is truth and beauty in the person with happiness, looking radiant and joyful
I would give my money just to be happy, to see my loved ones and friends real jolly
Luxury of life I would trade off hapilly, to have the thing the world craves for, joy




Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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