Best In The Cards Poems
Three nights have passed
He was dead to the world
A pirate to some, a scoundrel to others
Whiskey bottles littered the room
On the third day
He rose again from the dead
His pal Johnny Walker by his side
Walking was not in the cards
He fell back into his shroud
Buried
A poor man with a heart of gold
He believed in resurrection
Many a time he proved this himself
One day, in the back of his mind
He hoped
God would take him seriously
Peace or Problems
Do we want peace or just more problems? Whatever shall it be?
We will always have our differences, that is a strength for all to see.
There are countries in this world, where freedom has all been lost.
This happens when people are unarmed, it ends with a terrible cost.
If you lived in North Dakota, you would never have such fear.
We are armed with rifles and scopes, which are used for hunting deer.
I have made running headshots for years, many over 300 yards.
There are 30 guns in my home, government control is not in the cards.
Every household out here is armed, some more heavily than mine.
If I ever run out of ammo, I have strong dogs who will hold the line.
I have no fear of government, this is my home, and I will never run.
We will always be invincible; I am protected by God and my gun.
We can stay warm without any grid; we know how to live off the land.
We are a formidable force, not just some little boy band.
I think we should all get vaccinated, that is just what I believe.
But I will die for your right to choose, my convictions will never take leave.
Life can be such a fragile thing.
There is nothing that is for sure
When you think its figured out
Circumstance has no certain cure
It changes in a matter of seconds
Sometimes change is in the cards
As life teeter-totters up and down
Being the fulcrum can be very hard
As we plan ahead we look behind
Using our memories from the past
Just as every dream has a scheme
Every single play must have a cast
As you choose your teams players
Learn to choose them very wise
Many people you cross in this life
Are illusions based solely on lies?
I was once that type of person
Wizard came before my name
My universe was in my flask
I was a master of the game
Honesty has no boundaries
It is never best for us to lie
If we do these words are true
Something up inside of us dies
Life and death is but a breath
Only a second rest in-between
Through honesty I have found
Lies destroy any type of dream
So as you build up your life
Let truth be your foundation
In the end, you my dear friend
Will be such a beautiful creation
You all look at me,
"This guy on stage."
Telling you about how this world can be a cage.
Telling you,
Yeah most don't chase their dreams,
And in fact dream-
Most don't even do that.
So I'm here to tell you,
You can have everything you ever wanted if you just believe.
Just dream about anything you can conceive,
Just believe in yourself and that's all you need,
To be the best there ever was, at whatever I mean-
What's the point of living if you don't dream?
To not live life to the fullest?
To not be in this moment?
Because this is a gift,
A gift of opportunity,
To seize the moment.
Carpe Diem.
You have a tattoo of it but do you know what it means?
Then why are you sitting there listening to some guy talk to you about what life should be like,
Instead of living life with the girl you like,
Or being an actor,
Or doing what you love.
Carpe Diem,
Really?
When's the last time you seized the moment?
When's the last time you did something different for a change?
Because to me it seems like people don't have a range.
Wake up,
What's the point?
To go to some job at some restaurant joint?
Is that your dream?
Then why are you doing it?
People say YOLO like it's a joke,
You only live once,
Why are you broke?
There's nothing stopping you except for your preconceived notion of it can't be,
It's not in the cards for me.
And I'm here to tell you...
You're wrong!
There is nothing stopping you from being happy except you,
So turn that frown upside down and do you.
No one can stop you,
So stop acting like they can.
Tell your parents, "I'm joining a band!".
Live out your life because it's yours and no one else's.
Praise The Lord and part the seas like Moses.
Yesterday's history,
And tomorrow's a mystery,
So take this gift,
The present.
And transform your life,
Because that's what it is...
Your life!
I was thinkin' 'bout you the other day babe
How much I looked forward to talkin' to ya each day
You were right when we broke up
I don't appreciate a good woman
I seem to fall in with the shallow crazies
It comes from one too many beatin's
Too many people tellin' me I was stupid, as a kid
I never would amount to nothing, they said
I don't know when my conscience began to die
For what reason? Well, I can't remember now why
When I was teenage boy I suppose
One day my gaze just went low
No friendships were in the cards for me
Survival was my only thought, to be free
I never respected anyone, nor loved
It was all about me when push came to shove
I ran away and became a warrior at sea
Grew to be hard, deadly, and mean
I went through women from east to west
They served their purpose at best
Some call me now a Renaissance man
That I have grown wise and kind
But I'm really still just that beaten and abused kid
Afraid to trust anyone, just trying to survive
When Youth packed his bags
and headed south
I knew I’d not see him again
So long, we’d been together
For years, he was my friend
It’s not that we had fallen out
We’d not had words or fought
It’s not as though, our time, misused
Or lessened, all for nought
We said goodbye, a long affair
Eventually, we kissed
And I must say in honesty,
At times, he’s sorely missed
He’s made new friends, I’ve met a few
And sent Youth my regards
I tried to warn Youth’s fickle ways
And what lies in the cards
Alas, his new friends worry not
That’s how it’s got to be
And Youth will be a friend to them
The same, he was to me
I dearly miss my friends at The Glen
Where we spent eight very happy years
Never realized how happy they were
Each day was filled with good cheer
Friends galore, lots of things to do
It was our choice to join in or not
Help was there, if we ever needed it
The friendships were over the top
The choice to sell up and move away
Was certainly a difficult decision
Financially things got overwhelming
So the logical choice was written
Truly wish we could have stayed forever
But sadly it just wasn't in the cards
I'll always remember all the good times
Saying goodbye was oh so hard!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Recycled
I have gone through many storms.
Some I thought would capsize the boat,
and drown both me,
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of squall,
I tried to be ready.
As the storm approached I gathered all that I could,
to make sure, we would not run short... of necessities.
I tried to close the windows.
I locked the doors.
I listened intently to the sounds,
of the dogs... in the distance...
warning.
Our cat even tired to tell me...
in his own way...
that the preparations I was making,
would never be enough.
They would never hold the line,
of a whole lifetime.
But, I am a mom, and I refused to take note,
as to give up the game,
was to give up the reality
of real life.
Disability or damaged?
Tranquility... is only what can be achieved in the moment.
Pressed, preserved, and assimilated into the system.
"Danger, Will Robinson... Danger!"
We can not prevent what has been dealt out fairly,
or unjustly in the cards.
But we can choose to raise, the ante, or call the bet.
Even if our hand is forced, it is what is going to happen,
in the end, unpreventable, like the returning of the tide, every day.
You are a good mom.
You are the mom that was chosen.
That means you are the right mom or even the right dad.
You are not alone.
Don't give up.
Pray, and be, a parent again.
Not all children ever become adults.
Some are trapped, in bodies that age
with minds that stand still.
Whatever happens...
Know, and be at peace, be calm,
"He" does not make mistakes.
"He" is still in charge.
Here I sit playing solitaire,
red queen on black king,
sister number one, so special to you,
black queen on red king,
another special gift is sister number two.
Ten of hearts on jack of spades,
the wrong one you find,
after trying so long,
but you loved him just the same.
Queen of diamonds on king of clubs.
No, clubs and diamonds are not compatible.
I change it to queen of hearts,
Your dad deserves the best.
Red two on black three,
red diamond on black club,
Seven on eight, eight on nine,
all of your friends and people you find dear
are hidden in the cards.
I play each one looking for you.
Ahhh, there you are, the ace of hearts.
I lie you gently in place,
your king of hearts just below you
and continue turning the cards,
but there are no more I can play,
lost again.
I look at each one as I put them away
wondering where I fit in.
There I am,
the Joker,
left in the box.
07/26/2017
The Walk
Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?
I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella
Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead
So I jumped
The Bridge part 2
Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony
So I jumped
Walking Back Home part 3
Up
Brushed off my coat
He was a bad aim and was not about
Ran off scared into the city night
Even robbers, are born with fright
I was none the worse for the wear
Couldn’t wait to climb up those three floors of stairs
The sanctuary of my solitary lair
Death was just not in the cards tonight
Rum and the rabbit
Left to fill me with delight
My drunken stupor, I fell asleep in my chair
Until with a jolt, tumbled onto the cold hard floor
With drunken flair
Death was in the air
So I jumped
The Apartment part 4
Back up
Wide awake, how long had I slept?
My clothes were smelly and I had bad breath
Into the shower, alas it’s another depressing day
Suicide, I realized is a very hard game to play
I heard the telephone, must be my psychologist
Making sure I am alive if not at my wildest
Turned off the shower in a rush you see
Slipped
And
Fell
Hit my head on the tiles with a crash as loud as can be
So my body jumped, convulsions
Then fell back on the floor
I am dead as death can be
Just a day late and no more
I jumped no more :(
Fortunes will be determined
By treasures found below
In the holds of old ships
Were secrets lay buried
Hearts surround this heavenly treasure
To protect its voyage, from near to far
The flag that was flown, is now yours
To be sewn close to a dragon unknown
From across the oceans
The chest is laid bare
As I forward treasures found
There is a luggage tag
...... waiting to be used
I will spoon-feed you a dream
And provide you a key of hearts
Candles shall dance before your eyes
Light them, they lead to romantic places
Its in the cards, you shall see
Share the good fortune, with your friends so close
And now show me your hand
For the cards laid out
..... Aces of hearts..... so Red and nice
There is a note book
Empty of words
Waiting for a princess to confess her desires
A teddy bear holding a hearts to guide you
Your perfume to the soul
I send to you paintbrushes
To etch out our dreams
So that a canvas of pleasures
Like maples leafs in autumn
..... shall embody the artistic deep within
I provide a chain, to hold yet
One more key
With a guide book, pointing to me
Maps and all, you shall see
And even more there will be
Candles for birthdays, shall light the way
As heart shaped pages wait your whispers
And the captain of dreams, waits for a reply
Aster and foxglove for gardens of beauty
Uncut flowers are heavenly to smell
Among welsh gardens were beauty resides
Hope she loves the treasures inside
The magic garden
Conservatives and Liberals
By Franklin Price
2/12/2016
Conservatives and Liberals
Make me madder every day
Meet somewhere in the middle
You don't have to have your way
Should have consideration
For the country as a whole
Always sticking to your guns
Won't save your selfish soul
Seems to me you've not a clue
What this country's all about
Makes me want to stomp my feet
Pull my hair and cuss and shout
The way the polls are going
Seems I'm not the only one
To get rid of the establishment
Is how the voting has begun
Get rid of the do-nothings
The ones who won't agree
Hope this move won't take us down
We're just yearning to breathe free
The royalty is falling
They were never meant to be
To replace them with the same kind
Is not in the cards for me
If you're voting this election
And want to end it with a smile
Vote for independent thinkers
Who will cross the party aisle
Ive just one more chip
Left here in my life
Not the one there on my shoulder
Left there by an ex-wife
And its not from a casino
That I could play for just a chance
No thats not in the cards
As is not true romance
Its not made from chocolate
No that would be too great
Stuffed in a delicious cookie
But wishing don't seal fate
Of course the only chip that I have left
And why Ive kept it I still don't know
Yes the only chip left in my life
Was given to me by a Buffalo
PALLANES
Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward;
now it is the oncology floor.
Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year -
just lots of tears.
She has the same bald head she bore
when he coached his wife through
the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for;
the ponytails she beautifully wore in between
her hospital stays are long forgotten.
Cancer made her a motherless child two years ago;
now it promises to re-unite mother and daughter.
He tries to keep up a brave front –
but fails miserably.
It is hard to believe in the Saints for which hospitals are named
when these are the same buildings in which loved ones
are taken from us far too soon.
Unfortunately, he recognizes many of the nurses who cared for his wife.
“Hello, Daddy”, she smiles weakly as he enters her room;
“I am going to see Mommy soon, aren’t I”, she asks.
The lump in his throat prevents an answer.
“It’s okay, Daddy”, the sick child reassures her grieving father.
He cannot hold back the tears he promised not to show her.
“Now, instead of us missing Mommy, Mommy and I will be missing you.
And you can pray to both of us before going to bed,
like we do now to Mommy.”
“Tell her I still love her,” he manages to say through his tears.
“She knows, Daddy.”
“And …”
“I know, Daddy.”
She closes her eyes.
He has to walk past the Maternity Ward
on his way out of the hospital to the funeral parlor.
Written and posted on August 25, 2011 by Knot Telling
The space between what could have been
And the place he is living now.
Started out as a tiny path
Became a major road somehow.
At seventeen the dream was real
There was a contract in the cards
Quarterback of the football team
Who had thrown one thousand yards
But on that fateful Friday night
A hit that was unexpected
Dislodged his lethal throwing arm
The scholarship was rejected.
He is now a bleacher creature
A big fan of the local team
But with every passing touchdown
He imagines what might have been.