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There are two of us in the house now.
Not four or six or eight.
We have more than we need.
We have an abundance of…
How many jackets can we wear?
How many shoes for our feet?
How many blankets do we store and more?
Why do we have so much of this?
How did we get all of that?
Grab a box, bring a bag,
Come let us hurry.
There are others in need.
This will be easy.
Count the people,
par for the course,
that is the action,
that we must take.
Stuff is just stuff until it is useful.
It takes up space, and keeps you down.
Let go!
Others will say thank you,
and be on about their way.
But there lives will be better for,
all that you have given…
to the core,
in his Holy name.
Amen.
When you're forced to live on the street;
you feel depressed, hungry, and beat,
begging for coins and scraps to eat:
while you're obliged to smile.
People scoff, tossing you small change,
labeling you as weird or strange,
treating you like you had the mange:
till each day's a trial.
You beg strangers for a handout;
seeking souls that won't scream and shout;
imploring them to help you out;
and go that extra mile.
An angel sometimes smiles at you
and offers up a coin or two,
recognizing all you've been through:
love shows, once in a while.
When I am honest with my belongings
I am amazed to find that I have surrounded myself
With things that I thought I could not live without
Once upon a time…..
But once upon a time is long gone, and these things
no longer give me joy, or make me happy in any kind of
weird way.
That sparkly spangly pillow I did not think I could live
without two months ago Is uncomfortably hard, and
scrapes my fingers in an unkind way when I accidentally
brush up against it. But here it sits because I did pay
Twenty-three dollars for it, right?
Wrong!
It is going, and so are thousands of other items that
no longer give me joy. I am loading up the truck with
buckets and boxes of insane things when my husband
starts to stroll around the corner. Whisk! He is now
hiding behind the edge of the porch.
He has seen me in this mood many times, and he
always comments that he is surprised I have not
yet hauled him off. I glare at him. Wishing he would
get just a little closer for I am in that mood.
Marmoset directs traffic better than monkeys or sloths.
He stands in the highway and walks his feet off.
We have hired other species. but they do not hold a candle.
To Marmoset who can do it at every single damned angle.
He is demanding a raise, sixteen more meals a week.
For he has plenty of mouths to feed, and his offspring squeak.
It behooves us to give them to him, and I will tell you why.
If he trains all his children, we have a replacement if he doth die.
The way he stands in the middle of the highway each day.
Is the absolute craziest mess, and I doubt that marmosets pray.
So let's cough up those extra meals, while he is still alive
Before he demands a ridiculous amount like thirty or forty five.
When someone feels alone, forlorn
Like the world has left them to mourn
The charming joys, the wonders born
Rousing a gentle fate
Inspired by gifts from hearts so pure
Lovely dreams, feelings who endure
The broken, worries so demure
Gentle that cannot wait
Struggles to go that extra mile
For the beauty of a sweet smile
Comforting spirits all the while
With kindness to elate
Truth is we're extra close. And lately I really have no idea where I would be without you. When everyone else has given up on me for how I've been acting. You stick right beside me. I can talk to you about everything. And you know more about me than really anyone .I feel like you’re the only one that's patient and will listen to me. And when I’m yelling at you, or being mean (when I couldn't find any clothes to match) you didn't get mad at me, or yell back. You knew something was wrong and you somewhat calmed me down lol. You know things have been crazy at my house lately, you've witnessed all. You’re probably the only person I can trust with my whole entire life- and I’d hate for it to change. And you know I’m always here. You’re one of the strongest people I know, after what you've been through, and what you’re going through- to still have a smile on your face every day, it’s hard. I know it is, but you manage to do it. You know that if you ever need anything, I’m always right here.
I love you more than anything.
Numbers and letters on Excel
Determine how I excel
Teacher plays wizard
Competition rises
Prize of apples, robes, cars
Blood thirsty blood hounds
On a chase
Or a race
Bye, childhood
Friendliness no longer exists
I’m a monster
New goals
Apples, robes, cars
Sweat, blood, tears
What is chivalry?
Camaraderie?
It’s a hunt
For apples, robes, cars
Must survive
It makes me say,' Oh eeew,'
To see a dirty loo.
* not in my house, lol
For Susan's Ordinary contest
Although there's a lovely prep nurse
Cystoscopy feels like a curse
The lidocaine gel
Does not mitigate hell
I briefly hoped they'd call a hearse
Author's note: One of life's interesting procedures for some in this civilized country. This does create P-PTSD for some of us. This is a cruel irony of nature. I said to the most kind prep nurse, ''You have an unusual job.'' The response was that she is just there to help. The moral of the story is that staying healthy can be painful sometimes. These procedures are completely routine to the medical profession.
Once there were two friends “truth“& “extra”
One wants to dominate the other – no mantra
“extra”- expert in martial arts
“truth”-intellect also good in arts
Bloody it’s obvious truth dominates! poor extra!
The twelfth man
Longs for mishap, injury
No show, tragedy
His heart beat intense
To play, ill will’s dominance
Quietly you gather your stuff, eagerly awaiting the bell
so you could do what you were born to
Quickly, you gather your thoughts
hoping you have selected the best method to unveil and dissect this poem
Wittily, you engage the class
and we could not help but laugh and participate in the controversial discussion
You with your charismatic personality have made learning easy.
One hung stocking overflows
with a child’s treasury of
brightly colored gumdrops and
hard, sweet-filled candies.
Sugar cookies peek out from
the top of my treat-filled sock:
angels, stars, wreathes and snowmen
painted with frosting!
Catching my attention is
a movement from a stocking
beneath the tree, and I hear
a wonderful sound.
A whiskered face emerges
with a tiny meow and
staring - wide-eyed - right at me . . . .
The best gift ever!
By Andrea Dietrich
Written November 6, 2011
For Russell Sivey's
Christmas Stockings Tribute Poetry Contest
No Extra Innings
Baseball games are won by keeping score,
But hold no interest for me any more.
I realized, when it became clear to me,
How like relationships the game can be.
The pitcher I knew threw devious curves,
Many from which I just couldn't swerve.
I took his pitches, but I refused the blame
For all the errors in our relationship game.
Fans in the bleachers, supported both teams.
There were lots of jeers, taunts, and screams.
A sneer on the pitcher's face said it all...
He changed from sliders to throw hardballs.
I stepped back, away from the plate.
Was that look in his eyes one of hate?
This game was no longer played for fun.
I heard a gruff voice call out..."Strike one."
His fans were shouting out lame excuses
For his anger, his cursing, and verbal abuse.
But while trying to decide what I should do,
I felt a tear fall. The Ump called..."Strike two."
I couldn't go on, so I threw down my bat.
To the pitcher I bowed and then tipped my hat.
The next pitch would've been the death of me.
I covered my ears not to hear..."Strike Three."
The game ended quickly with no extra innings.
Neither side counted it a triumph of winning.
The bleachers were empty, and so was my heart.
Games can be brutal and tear people apart.
It really looks like success is at hand
Sleep apnea is finally at bay
Guess I'm good for another few years
Hallelujah! Oh happy day
I'm waking up singing a happy refrain
Have an extra skip in my step
Thought I was done for, the jig was up
For my parting I started to prep
A new lease on life that's what they say
Feels like I'm ready to rumble
The way it was going, I really imagined
My life was starting to crumble
Modern research has found a treatment
A great new solution is at hand
A CPAP machine to enhance my breathing
Must say my future looks grand
Physically I've always been in tiptop shape
Except for some extra pounds
I don't expect miracles but so far so good
Like the way it's starting to sound
© Jack Ellison 2015
CPAP – Continuous Positive Airway Pressure