Best Ell Poems
Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdom
Arithmetics also in a graphical representation
Then its technicalities in shapes and planes
Into life's activities, these applications silently integrate
Calculation of numbers and expressions
Sum up all problems via solutions to an answer.
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8, KJV
R ejected ungraciously at a young age
E jected right away
J ust what were they thinking?
E xcluded from a family's love
C aring move for self, not the child
T ell me how did you fare in your life's quest?
I gnorant were they just like Jesus said on the cross
O therwise they would have held the child very close
N ow I understand and forgive releasing those feelings so I can live
A little tidbit about my life. Forgiveness is the key.
Paula parrot is my name. I'm from the wild, but now I'm tame
A chatterbox who likes to talk!
Have news to share? Let's take a walk!
Now tell me what's the latest scoop?
Oh! Watch your step! There's Dodo poop!
I often fly around the zoo, and likely make a friend or two
Some call it weird, or quite absurd, to chatter with the other birds
I like to share a joke or two, with Ollie Ostrich, and Ed Emu
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I look the Cuckoos in the eye
We shoot the breeze, and share some pie
and when I leave, with teary eyes, they flap their wings, and bid "Good Bye!"
I pass on by, then say "G'day", to Hoppy-Hobo Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, a "How are you??" to Mr. Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps, do acrobats, and say "Ell...o" to Elephants...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......he's caught a bug, and cannot roar!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr.....so he can growl, just as before!!
For Penguins shivering on the ice,...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I'll take a swim with Dolphin friends, then saddle up, my pal, the Whale
He wants to know some shocking news, and promises he'll never tell.
Zack the Zebra can't decide, so dresses up in black and white
He's my friend! We never fight! Whether black or white, or fancy stripes!
They are all my friends and what's to lose? Lucky me, with friends to choose
It seems bizarre to talk to those, who live a life behind those loathsome bars...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!
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For Contest sponsored by Constance La France ..."Z" 12/31/13
What was I to do scared I tried so hard to stop it but nothing I did helped, I
couldn't scream and I have no idea why,maybe the fear from the fact the one
thing I never really know if it would've happened to me did or the fact I didn't try
while it was happening, I wish I could go back and change the mistake made but
once made it's done. I can't ell my mother she'll never believe me, she'll think I
meant for it to happen but I struggled and I fought but not hard enough obviously.
A secret that haunts me for the rest of my life and God only knows that I never tied
to do that. I still hold that fear within because I don't know who to really trust with
this secret, in some ways I don't believe I know anyone who will just except this.
This is the first time I have publicly announced this and I only hope that you won't
look at me any differently; I need no sympathy I just hope that whoever else reads
this poem how has been through the same will help make them stronger and
know that they aren't the only ones, my heart goes out to you.
Nature is an Autumnal thief; pilferer of clinging leaves
Each one rudely swept away, but a tree never grieves
Well knowing in Spring, buds will reappear as sheaves
Behold the dawn of sunrise as we begin another day
Enfolding us in the sun's warmth with every golden ray
Gray skies will often darken the horizons in our lives
Intrusive, yes, but with positive thoughts, one survives
Never give up, just start over, despite improbable odds
Nascence and a willing desire is the impetus that plods
Inside our hearts, leading us to pursue another direction
New pathways to follow, after soul-searching reflection
Garnering wisdom to regard the past as a mere bygone
Spurring us to a better life when it's time to move on
January 23, 2021
New Beginnings Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
(A)ppreciate today
(P)oetry
(P)aint and play music
(R)ide my motor scooter
(E)mbrace love
(C)elebrate kindness
(I)nspire others
(A)lways see nature
(T)urn things into positive
(E)ncourage friends
(T)alk
(O)vercome hurdles
(D)ance
(A)ct on my purpose
(Y)ell with laughter
Heidi Sands
1/21/19
Placed 3rd in the Word Play Contest.
Theme: What I love to do
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ki7rptpm85M
Quote: Stretch out your hand, move through me, write with me
Hands of light has he who lives inside and around our girth,
And when he touches us we feel like children of the light
No greater power on earth exists then the radiant beam of Christ
Deliverer of truth and wisdom he's the power behind our every
Step. A stretch of the hand and the sea calms down a laying of his
Opus works and the world is ours. Speak softly to him for He is your
Featherweight friend of old, He's a Father full of radiance and gold
Lift your eyes to Him and ask for a sunbeam from His Holy heart
Invite Him into your home and sup with Him at the font of night
Give Him every chance on earth to be part of your life's journey
He is the sunlit One who never stops to radiate love to everyone
Tell Him all your hopes and fears, I assure you, He's the one...
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
Starting to wonder if anyone's here
I mean besides me and my lack of cold beer
It's too bloody 'ot to play in the garden
And the mowing can wait til it's cool
I was building a wharf but it kept getting harder
Sunshine 's nice but I got dizzy as 'ell
Power drivers are nice for screwing things up
But bending to lift them well I aint no pup
I tried t' work slower an' still gerrit done
But there's an impossible dream
Six cold bottles of water 'ave all disappeared
Swallered in one bloody gulp
I wore me ol' 'at but in spite 'r that
I think me brain's turnin' t' pulp
My sciatica's startin' t' scream
An' I'm doin' all this for the sake of some fish
Who really could live in the stream
The koi pond is pretty
There's no doubt o' that
and the wharf now just needs a few screws
It matches the bridge that I built in the Spring
Some muscular young time ago
Maybe some rum and coconut milk
Or a dash of iced mango and twist
Oooh I think that's a twinge in me wrist
Home sweet home, a phrase that warms my heart,
Once I reflect on what it means to me.
My home is like a magnet...draws me in.
Enough when I'm away; take me back home.
So full of comfort broken in with life
Well used and shaped where all fits like a glove.
Enhanced with family that comes and goes,
Endearing me with memories of great
Together times that transfer home to love.
Home sweet home, a phrase that fills my soul;
One piece of heaven filled with happiness.
My home, the only place for me to be.
Enough when I'm away; take me back home.
January 30, 2016
Contest: Acrostically I Stand Tall
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
R amadan is a month of fasting,
A nd a month of kindness ever lasting.
M om always wakes me at 4,
A nd knockes at my bedroom door
D ad is always asleep
A nd we eat food for our bellies to keep
N shalla you join me
K us you would be
A muslim like me
R amadan makes us happier indeed
E veryone enjoys ramadan
E njoy it till the month is gone
M uslims join me...
T ell everyone ramadan kareem
O h and also fast please
U and i together please... THANKYOU...
"That's been tampered with, quite obviously too."
"But it's all I've got mate, until the next one comes through."
It's a bit of a joke, cruel as well.
I'm taking my one pound ten straight down to ell'.
S**t I've passed my stop, quickly press the bell.
Hey Fred, if there's free bus fares down there, do tell.
'Tis a challenge fer the uninitiated to drive a Model 'T' Ford!
There sure ain't no starter, automatic transmission or GPS aboard!
To start it, you must select the magneto settin' and adjust the choke,
Then, at yer peril, spin the crank and pray that yer arm don't git broke!
There's a baffln' array of switches, levers and pedals to operate,
That take a heap of coordination to get the 'T' ready to navigate.
There's three pedals located on the floor - clutch, reverse and brake.
If you know yer left foot from yer right, drivin' the old girl is a piece of cake!
To go forward, advance the throttle lever located jes' below the steerin' wheel.
Press the clutch pedal with yer left foot - with experience you'll git the feel.
To back up, stop the car, disengage the clutch and press the pedal fer reverse.
Be sure there's nothin' behind you - you might hit yer mother-in-law or worse!
In an emergency, stomp all three foot pedals to avoid hittin' a telephone pole!
That'll bring you to a joltin' stop and provide you with a modicum of control.
Use the oogah-oogah horn to shoo chickens, cows and goats outta yer way.
If you slaughter a farmer's critters, you'll sure enough have 'ell to pay!
Now you know more'n you ever wanted to know about drivin' a Model 'T',
And you've gained this invaluable enlightenment and it was all fer free!
If you are foolish enough to drive a 'T' I'd advise you to drive with care,
And if I may paraphrase the Good Book - "Gird your loins with faith and prayer!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and barkeeps, their potent booze to sell!
Fellers labored hard all week pickin' and a-shovelin' at their claim.
But Sundays wuz set aside to raise 'oly 'ell, much uv it to their shame!
Baptist preachers thumped their Bibles tryin' to preach above the din.
There warn't no churches so they preached in saloons aginst the wages uv sin!
Hurdy-gurdy gals roamed about 'neath the steely-eyed gaze uv their 'madam'.
Guns and bowie knives wuz rife and wuz brandished by the dudes that had 'em!
Brawls erupted resultin' in blackened eyes and numerous bloodied noses,
Leavin' heaps uv rowdies sprawled on sawdust floors in grotesque poses!
Pie-aner players added to the din beltin' out their bawdy songs!
Preachers gave up and said to 'ell with it and joined the festive throngs!
Poker games wuz proceedin' in ever' saloon, usually endin' in a ruckus,
Since there seemed to be an excess uv aces held by some cheatin' cuss!
Fallin' down drunks wuz nuisances that bouncers simply booted out the door,
But they somehow meandered to another pub to imbibe a little more!
On Sundays they had their spree - on Mondays though sick and broke,
They panned fer 'dust fer another Sabbath frolic - the aim uv ever' bloke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Last Saturday night I dropped by for a few beers at Kelsey's Bar.
Archie Bunker was there, drinkin' beer and chompin' on a nickel seegar,
Expoundin' on religion and his pinko, atheist son-in-law, Meathead!
If you dared to contradict him, he'd tell you right off to drop dead!
"Edith gits her guidance from The Reverend Fletcher but the Bible is my guide!
Now you take Adam and Eve. She took a bite of apple and to God she lied!
So woman brung about the downfall of man and God got purty sore I hear,
And saith, "Clothe thyselfs in fig leaves and git the 'ell outta here!"
"Meathead said Christ was Jewish - musta been on His mother's side!
But what does that atheist know about such things - God he don't abide!
He don't believe Christ is the Son of God but the Bible says it's so!
To prove that, ever'body gits Christmas off to jubilate as we know!"
"God can do anything, buddy! He can turn your jawbone into an ass!
Don't listen to nothin' Meathead says about religion - he's so full of gas!
I say God created the world in seven days - Edith said it was six days,
'Cause He rested on the seventh - maybe so - He works in mysterious ways!"
"God don't make no mistakes - that's how He got to be ruler of the universe!
So don't go blamin' Him for your troubles - without Him things could be worse!"
My head was spinning when I left Kelsey's Bar and it wasn't because of the beer!
'Twas Archie Bunker's curious doctrinal insights that brought it on, I fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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