Best Involved Poems
Two lovely brothers are no longer with us
They are playing their guitars in heaven
No longer can they travel and see the world
But their memory can live on forever
Jactor Project it is totally unique
Set up by their parents as a lasting tribute
Just place a ‘Warhammer’ figure where no other would seek
Anywhere in the world you think the boys may have enjoyed
Jacques and Torin loved to play music
So a musical location would be great
Or the highest place you can think of
As Torin enjoyed the heights
The idea of Jacctor is to hide these figures
Where no one will ever find them
Take a photo of the secret location
But let Jactor Project know where they are
Then they can be placed on a map of the world
We can then see Jactor on a world tour
The boys are no longer with us
But memories of them can live on forever
Please visit the Jactor Project Facebook Page
Get a figure and take it with you on holiday
It need not be an exotic location
But with your help
Their memory can live on forever
Get a figure from Sarah and Ray today
Send Jactor on a round the world holiday
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jactor-Project/378173279030533
2nd March 2015
Today I heard the words,
“I’m not getting involved”.
Would they have said it
To somebody they had loved?
Maybe they would go that far
To show that they don’t care
Since they’re always first to protect themselves
By claiming it’s just and fair.
I would like to say to them,
“One day you may need a protector too
Whether it’s a friend or not
To come and stand by you,
And if you’re not so lucky
And you fail to defend you
Maybe it’ll be your turn, my friend,
When they come to get you”.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Today I heard the words,
“I’m not getting involved”.
Would they have said it
If it was to somebody they had loved?
Maybe they would go this far
To show that they don’t care
As they’re always first to protect themselves
By claiming it’s just and fair.
I would like to say to them,
“One day you may need a protector too
Whether it’s a friend or not
To come and stand by you,
And if you’re not so lucky
And you fail to defend you
Maybe it’ll be your turn, my friend,
When they come to get you”.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
You can't feel the warmth from the fireplace, by looking in through the window!
Do I believe in change?
I do, for when I first meet
a love, can not be made until
a change comes from both
parties involved.
Then the promises for tomorrow
come we are much wiser at this
point we finally fill love with joys
of yesterdays, today's and tomorrow's.
Then our love becomes a memory forever.
How does one rock and roll, I'd like to know
Do we turn to stone on which moss does grow
Are dinner rolls involved
This mystery's unsolved
Forget it, think I'll just have some chocolate gateaux
© Jack Ellison 2015
"Involved to Evolve"
shattered emotions swallowed your heart and invaded my peaceful space
another romantic escapade eclipsed and then turned sour
deciding to "crash and burn" disrupting family home place
wallowing in quicksand as crumbled dreams did cower
allowing your foundation to tumble destroying your ivory tower.
patience and understanding offered to solve swift conclusions
sharing experience of wounds and scars with loving support
your "perfect fit" will soon appear evaporating illusions
maturity in choice, my son, will clarify portrait distort
dark veil of pain will disappear as paper mache' women you abort.
*For Cyndi's You Do Understand Contest...
*TWO QUINTAINS
*Written for my son, Christopher, and his many romantic
love affairs which involve us always.
Yeah you are so unique,
Walking down the street oblivious of you conceited stench,
Different you say, irreproducible, pish posh,
You walk with self entitlement,
Loathing the people on the street begging for change,
Cynical of there intentions,
Expecting them to have a vulpine scheme to overthrow your thrown,
But do they not bleed, or cry? Animals you say? Where are there cages?
You would rather them have nothing,
So you can admire yourself with your accomplishments, but what really is accomplished?
Nothing for you are unhappy you and live off the sorrow of others,
Unique you say? I see kinds like you every day.
To be "involved" can sound a little sly;
"Complicated" some one says and rolls his eye!
But I protest and politely ask
That "involved" be returned unto its proper task.
Involved is care
to be aware.
Look, listen is perceive,
receive, immerse in some one/thing
other than the self...
Not just the facts, Ma'am!
Involved is feel,
like care, only more like real;
not just wash the idea
in some other kind,
but drink! Inhale with your diaphragm!
Involved is hard.
If knife to you to me is knife,
must I also die?
Or knife and not-knife
both are true and
I be I and also you...
Involved is life!
Alone, alone is guard. Experience!
Broaden means across a space between
Two wheels in one track
is ahead/behind.
Don't sweat the clear, uncluttered
mind. It's still okay to keep
the I and You in We.
Wasted Minutes..
*That Pass*
*With this impractical*
..mistake
*Of settling on*
..History
*As My fatal*
..Faith
She Wrecks
*and she Racks*
*Out the door*
I go
“O,Saj you Need To Learn,
Improving is to be shown”
But dear Miss,
Most Buildings are catles
Most ceilings will fall
Most women wore sandals
No High Heels Involved
Do You Often Get Involved In Gossip And Slander?
Do you find yourself letting your tongue “wander.”
And often, get involved in gossip and slander?
Do you find yourself wanting to hear “the latest conversation.”
By what others are saying, or just by “observation?”
Do you find yourself trying to “mediate other’s discussions?”
Not really thinking of the consequences or “repercussions?
Before you speak, think about what you’re saying!
Perhaps you should be quiet and start some PRAYING!
There’s a lot of sin in this world and
“people not getting along.”
We must be careful and not put our tongue
“where it doesn’t belong!”
God gave us a command and you can find it in his word.
Any kind of gossip or slander shouldn’t be found or heard!
I have found myself guilty of doing this more than I realize...
I need to be careful not to get caught
“in distortion and lies.”
I need to ask the Holy Spirit to watch my mouth and “cover it.”
May the love and sweetness of Christ daily “empower it!”
May I seek the best no matter whatever others are doing!
May the words of God strengthen me with a “HIS renewing!”
May the Lord Jesus begin to teach me how to speak…
Wholesome and lovely words each day of the week!
May the joy of Jesus in my heart be daily found…
So that his words of life through
my lips will abound!
By Jim Pemberton
This ladies and gentlemen is not
a poem, however it is absolutely
imperative that you read on.
I had an idea today. My heart
goes out to the girls who have
been visciously torn away from
their families but I wanted to
play a more active role in
showing compassion, so today I
went ahead and opened a page
who's aim and purpose is to
make a small difference one
poem at a time.
I, as an individual have little
influence and even less
resources but I thought if one
person can write and read one
poem in support of the
#BringBackOurGirls initiative,
collectively we could really make
an impact.
I am approaching every single
poetry soup member, no matter
where you're from in hoping
that you would please spare 5
minutes to visit and like the
page to show your support.
Visit
www.facebook.com/mababuye
Kind Regards
Tshegofatso Khumalo
Resolved To Get Involved
What I have resolved,
Is to get involved
I will grab my coat
Go out and vote
Around in circles revolved.
Isn't this how you feel sometimes?
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
This piece of debate is a type of sin
Bound to prick the True Christian like a pin.
One may a dozen times arguments win:
All a Big Trash for his waiting dustbin.
But from someone like me a toothy grin
And sure request for a half glass of gin.
God with Christ had created the First Man
But had Satan sinned then to face a ban?
Planning Ahab's death had hatched God's meeting,
The Lying Spirit's proposal God's Greeting;
So smart an idea no second sitting:
A Syrian arrow king's chest hitting...
Sometimes, God's pleasure to men delegate
For tasks He could all behind relegate,
So that one acts not the surrogate
Or to self false honors arrogate.
So, was Satan part of First Creation
Or tired had gone for recreation?
You go to a night club, to see what you can find
but it’s the alcohol, that’s on your mind
You look for someone to love, so you bring out the charm
with what makes you merry, they’ll be in your palm
You have managed to score, by drinking all that booze
you are now a couple, but who knows if we’ll fuse