Best Constantly Poems
the silver framed reading glasses rest on the nose of a father
who’s lost in his novel as he sits up in his now love empty bed
he’s living a different life in the journey he’s taking as he absorbs
the black and white words that are full of color in his head
the tick-tock if his dad’s pocket watch is a reminder
that his own time is constantly chasing after him
and on the wall a giant’s silhouette is reading over his shoulder
that’s created by the single switch bulb that has also grown dim
he leans over and pulls down on the string attached to the light
and it swings like the pendulum on the grandfather clock in next room
as the wrinkles around his eyes help to ease them shut and after a moment
his dreams put him back into the journey that he wanted to resume
Tears well in my eyes; don't let anyone see
Patch the broken parts over and over
Let no one know I am late for the show
Again, unconcern seems my plot
Friends don't desire your lights
Lard biscuits don't make you slender
Taste and know; It ain't for show
Tastes change and remove a familiar flavor
no lard to make those butter biscuits today
Hushpuppy corn bread is the way to go
Must remain upbeat because negativity sucks
Builds mountains out of mole hills, now there's the crux
It's mind over matter
Keep climbing that ladder
Always remain upbeat coz life's constantly in flux
© Jack Ellison 2016
It is because I’m colored bright red
that I was chosen for their homestead.
Initially, I was quite well tended
but such care eventually ended.
Sure, their attention remains constant
but it's rarely from a cleaning solvent.
I love a scrubbing; I always want it.
My service is constantly required ...
clearly, it will be until I’m expired.
Hot, cold, old, fresh, mild or bold –
my people lack any quality control.
Despite my ceaseless working roll,
they fuss at me when I overflow.
Secretly, I enjoy their anxiety ohs.
Sometimes they argue if I’m found low
or interrupt me if they feel I’m slow.
They also share their genuine relief
when they find my service complete.
You may think filth and endless workload
have me sitting on complaint overload,
but won't once you chat with their commode.
Contrary to what I've been recently spouting
You can sometimes actually see this guy frowning
No one's always happy
Sometimes I can be ratty
Keep the baddies at bay by constantly clowning
© Jack Ellison 2015
constantly chipping away—
seventeen years of weathering
arguments, differences, rebukes
and then reconciliations
I gave in some, you gave up some
for the smiles in each other’s eyes
opinions, values that we once held tight
we let go reluctantly but gradually
to make us work, to keep the promise alive
erosion of personalities over years
no wins , no losses
just tiny little pieces of you
and tiny little pieces of me
lost forever to
make us whole
Written on:09/16/2016
Contest:All the little pieces
bought crystal glasses
now I FINALLY, REALLY
can taste all the grapes
un-oaked Chardonnay
is my favorite to seek
this season for chill
but actually
they are better once warmed down
some out of the ‘fridge
last summer it was
Sauvignon Blanc and man, did
I find some good ones
can’t wait for cooler
weather so I can get back
to my yummy reds
think I’m gonna learn
about Carmignano nice
red from Italy
tried one few weeks back
just found an ’05 at Spec’s
I will let you know…….
Why do I constantly cry
I [cry] because the "pain" needs to "rain"
So I have to let my [eyes] "drain"
But no umbrella to stop the rain from "falling"
An flood of dam of tears is "drawed" in
I cry because I need to let the "pain" free
Cause the pain "contames" me
Only I can wipe the tears "away"
So every time I cry it's an storm in my heart an my eyes let's you know it's a rainy "day"
Inside my soul,spirit, heart
My mind an it's thoughts
So we were meant to "cry"
I wonder why????
Because in this life we will feel "pain
Inspired to present its essence wondrously
along endowed poetic prowess midst words’ magnificence
my heart indites through light, free, or blank verse prayerfully
furthermore in spiritual rhymes, illumined by divine iridescence…
With triumphant love of God, I am propped to proclaim constantly
His awesome kindness as well as gracious compassion-sense
gripping my soul before I turned 19 in 1988, unforgettably…
when by faith I indeed experienced His very presence.
Yes, Christ’s love* prevails over my writing themes gloriously
having been loaded with His mercy and truth of caring prevalence
thus, witnessing His love beyond the 9-11-2018 global news historically
I penned a declaration to exalt my God, thanking Him for His love’s opulence.
*Ephesians 3:19 …Know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.
July 14, 2020
3rd place, "Views For Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 7/17/2020.
Details Required:
Poem name: “Love of God Am I”
Views as of July 14, 2020: 1,988
Poetry form: Blank verse
Date of Publication: 09/11/2018
WAKING TO A NEW WORLD OF CHANGE
AND HAVING TO ACCEPT IT AS IT COMES
IS ONE OF THE SCARIEST THINGS I HAVE DONE
SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN
ONE DAY I AM ACTIVE AND STRONG
THE NEXT I AM SOME THING I HAVE NOT KNOWN
EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SEEN THIS LIFE BEFORE
WHEN I WAS STILL YOUNG
IT LEAVES ME FEELING SCARED AND ALONE
NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE I AM AROUND
IT TAKES SOME THING FROM ME
AND I HATE THIS DISEASE THAT WAS GIVEN TO ME
ANOTHER CHALLENGE I KNOW
A TRIAL IN LIFE I HAVE TO GET BY
WITH OUT FALLING TO THE GROUND IN DEFEAT
I STAND AND FIGHT WHAT HURTS WITH IN ME
IT'S HARD FOR SOME TO UNDERSTAND
AND THEY FEAR TO BE AROUND ME
AND THAT IS OKAY WITH ME
FOR I AM SCARED AS WELL YOU SEE
I HAVE NO CHOICE OF WHAT I AM TODAY
IT'S SOME THING THAT IS MEANT TO BE
AND THIS I UNDERSTAND IN MANY WAYS
IT'S A PART OF THE LIFE I WAS GIVEN YESTERDAY
FROM ALL THE YEARS OF ABUSE
OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS
DOING THINGS I SHOULD HAVE REFRAINED FROM
WHILE I WAS STILL YOUNG
I DIS-OBEYED MY DAD AND MOM
BROKE THE RULES OF SOCIETY
COMMITTED CRIMES FOR FUN
AND EVEN SPENT ELEVEN MONTHS ON THE RUN
TO ONLY LEARN THERE IS NO ESCAPE
CAUSE SOONER OR LATER YOU'LL PAY
AND TODAY I CONSTANTLY PAY A PRICE
FOR HOW I WAS YESTERDAY
You own my days
You own my nights
Every second every hour
I’m alive
Where you are
I go too
From the second that we met
I’ve been your fool
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
I’m not ashamed
Of who I am
If you don’t feel the same
I’ll understand
If I get the chance
I won’t let you go
Absence of the heart
Deals a heavy blow
I’ll lay it on the line
In hopes that you will see
My mind takes me there constantly
Yes my mind takes me there constantly
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does you happiness also hold some grief
Do you look forward to the days
When we’ll walk eternally
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
She owns my days
She owns my nights
Every second every hour
That I’m alive.....
An unhealthy focus in life
No comedy - a tragedy
A home with alcohol and drugs
Withdrawal symptoms -
from heaven to hell
Severe and painful neglect
No stability in everyday life
- seen through the eyes of a 6-aged
Who must bear the heavy burden
throughout his upbringing
Celebrity Who Constantly
A celebrity,
Who appears to constantly
Always bother me.
When Trump does appear
We wish he had not been here
Is perfectly clear.
(Thought I would try some
Tricky Dick stuff on you.)
Difficult to speak
When they will call me a geek
Nose looks like long beck.
Trump thinks he is splendid
So his show we want ended
What we intended.
Putin was prying;
Trump our patience out trying;
Is no denying.
Could call shady deal
Whatever else does appeal
Trump's teeth shut like steel.
(He won't change his mind
until the next fool walks by
who gives him a huge, big
grandiose idea. Wish that
he whould say adios to
grandiose which to us is
really gross.
Jim Horn
Loneliness is more profound
during the awakening of day
while it's cheerful sounds spread
harmony with exuberant sweetness;
I listen to them and perceive new senses...
creation is a beauty on which serene thoughts lay.
How precious and daring is life
in its humblest and virtuous appearance,
in its exquisite glory in each sunrise!
How joyful should be my song of praise!
The transformation of images
enables more fondness in souls,
to pause and think of an omnipotence
so plausible and real dispels ignorance.
I wait for nightfall, not to hide and shiver;
constantly living days as if they were nights
can deny me all the thrills felt seeking stars:
showdows threcherously conjure endless fear.
Many decide to swallow the bitter and fatal drink
to cleanse their soul of afflictions and impurities;
it's their last painful scream with a sorrowful wink...
what consolation do they find in death recalling defeats?
Miserable and deplorable voices of enmity
fade out as I enter the valley of pretty flowers and mellow whispers;
bubbling water from rivers refreshes immensely;
sunshine abounds while the swift eagles pierce the blue of the skies.
Written on 9/13/2016
Life without money
Very boring and funny
But educative
No company to commune with
Solitude your best friend
Constantly reminiscing and relearning.
A broke man, a lonely man
Bitter many days, always angry and worried
Many label him lazy
Forgetting hard times humble people
Many call's him crazy
When caught laughing and happy all alone.
When a man is down
If there's no leaning shoulder
It takes God and miracle
No body understand
Every action or reactions
Makes him lazy and crazy
If you listen and support people
Instead of condemning or humiliating them; They're liberated from whatever.