Best Map Out Poems
With intent:
You search “Beyond the Surface” of my existence
desiring to know all that is me (to completely connect)
so deeply
The Blueprint of my Reality,
is within your presence!!
What is Invisible has become Visible
With caution:
I allow this transformation- this connection
as you Map out my World
(you hold the information) my truth
With intent:
You search “Beyond the Surface” of my existence
I am Visible within your Presence!!
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~ Just a little Scribble ~
Would you enter my world?
If you imagine you could
You can spelunk the caverns
You might map out the woods
Allow my spirit to guide you
I’ll describe what it means
As you peer through my eyes
At the silvered hoped streams
Traverse the valley edge
While you taste the summers rain
A shower of suspended tears
Unsalted by the pain
Fix your eyes on hypnotic wisps
Sailing across the sky en mass
Rest in undisturbed infinity
Upon fields of mossy grass
Breath in the scent of cleanliness
Within this entropy of soul
Float on the notes of strumming bard
Operatic tales he unfolds
Do you possess that steely courage?
To embrace a shattered man
Sharing worlds of one another
Walking journeys from within
his fingers map out
subtle areas all over--
my belly button
no exception, impious
outlines, his goal to stir me…
*another "challenge"
from Missy Nikko*
:)
11/04/2011
Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”
So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel
We are the ones that map out our course
The winds of life are not always in our favour
But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying
Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter
We appreciate even the smallest gestures of love and kindness
Aside from the lunatic fringe, we are all cut from the same cloth
The one percent lunatic fringe cause all the problems
For the ninety-nine percent of normal folks like us
All we want is to get from point A to point B
With the least amount of hassle
So my advice is, just let the good times roll
One day at a time and all that stuff
© Jack Ellison 2014=center>
No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have his pay.
A dark closet and we’ve seen fit to rot in it
The Devil in the details told me to be his advocate.
And El Dorado’s gone because a city of gold just wasn’t sustainable
But if it’s attainable then you’re damn right it’s going to be painful.
And death isn’t an option for those of us who feel compelled to keep walkin’
On the sand-- or is it ash? It doesn’t really make a difference while they slash
Their prices by depriving kids of rice and pin open their eyelids
For their twenty hour shifts ‘till they try to plummet themselves off of
Concrete cliffs.
And Macondo is Columbia, unless it’s in the Gulf of Mexico,
but you already knew that, Mr. Critic.
But what are you going to do with it?
Frankenstein was the man, not the monster
The confusion first came when our blame ceased to reclaim
An association between dissociation and our relation
To whatever the truth may have been
‘Cuz it certainly isn’t the truth anymore.
Blank pages in our textbooks and you ask me to memorize it
Regurgitate it and tell you what you want to hear--
My foods teacher says no eating in her class
And sees fit to harass her students with her utter lack
Of discernible knowledge while we cook some Kraft Mac and Cheese.
But who can blame her with the pay she’s getting?
No Telemachus on the television—Nor do we see Stephen
Not while the Situation is breathin’, cuz that’s what’s loved by the station.
Where’s the frustration? The indignation with the ignorant elation
That comes with living in a used-up world?
Dig a treasure map out of the trash and get it unfurled,
You walk to the ‘X’, but it’s been dug up—no wonder it was in there in the first place.
And the esoteric is what they find hysteric ‘cuz they’re all in on the joke
That they find so funny ‘cuz the system is broke.
Politics in work, in life, in marriage, in LIFE,
The wall of separation was torn down it seems, and soon you’ll find them tapping your dreams.
Enjoy watching your people’s nightmares, O Creators.
Tell us it’s what we want.
Each generation plants a tree
The next one enjoys the shade
Seeds we plant in young people's minds
Are engraved and will never fade
So choose your path very carefully
They're watching your every step
You might think they're too distracted
Or they think you're old and inept
They're always watching how you react
Each and every move you make
Be careful the seeds you sow every day
Will grow in them, make no mistake
The burden is on us for each generation
To guide them and show them the way
Map out the route to a happy life
Don't let anyone lead them astray
There'll be mine fields galore along the way
Protect them with words and with deeds
They'll love you for caring and taking the time
Encourage them to follow your lead
© Jack Ellison 2015
Ask the morning that birthed Wise
He will tell he does not know
Ask him soaps and water that bathed his arts
He will still tell he does not know
Ask him the physical strength of man
He will tell is better in stadium
Ask him the spiritual strength of man
He will tell is better in decorum
Ask him about the century
And will tell it begins when he’s born
Ask him why it is so
And will tell his born is a century
Ask him to relate tales
He will tell more than you can tell
Ask him to tell you how he knows
He will lack coherence in what to tell
Ask him, the wise, to make you, like him
He will question the day that named him wise
Ask him to make you icon like him
He will debrief that moment world acclaimed him wise
Ask him about the future and the past
He will feel the cripple while he stresses
Ask him about the present time
He won’t speak all he cares to buttress
Ask him the nature of man
He will map out and strive to tell
Ask him of his position in the world beyond
The one he may not be able to tell
Ask him to tell you all about God
This one with clue he will tell
Ask him about his position before God
This one he will admit no man can tell.
Each generation plants a tree
The next one enjoys the shade
Seeds we plant in young people's minds
Are engraved and will never fade
So choose your path very carefully
They're watching your every step
You might think they're too distracted
Or they think you're old and inept
They're always watching how you react
Each move that you choose to make
Be careful the seeds you sow every day
Will grow with them, make no mistake
The burden is on us for each generation
To guide them and show them the way
Map out the route to a happy life
Don't let anyone lead them astray
There'll be mine fields galore along the way
Protect them with words and with deeds
They'll love you for caring and taking the time
Encourage them to follow your lead
© Jack Ellison 2012
I'm different.
And, its okay for me,
to be who I am,
to accept Danita Michelle,
with vigor, with verve.
And, to find joy in serving,
WHO I serve.
It sometimes takes a little courage,
and it may take a little nerve.
But, with HIM, I can handle it!
And, those who don't like it,
can swerve.
Because... I'm... Different.
And, I LOVE that Holy Ghost feeling
that I get... when I praise HIM!
I have NO control, over these hands,
...when I raise them!
And, I'm not saying that I'm better!
I'm saying that I'm better,
for knowing HIM!
And really, I'm NOT trying to preach,
when I'm focused, on showing them.
Ya see,
I can map out my praise,
or I can do it on a whim.
It doesn't matter which,
as long as I praise HIM!
I don't care who might see.
They'll just have to deal,
with the real me!
Because, I'm gonna praise HIM!
Truthfully, the only time that
I feel free, is when I praise HIM!
And, I suppose that's why....
It must be why...
Yeah, I guess that's probably why...
I'm different.
54 percent may seem like just a number,
A number that means nothing.
54 percent of girls think that what they look like defines who they are.
That being skinny will get you far.
The perfect hair and the perfect smile.
Hiding behind masks of insecurity.
54 percent of girl believe that beauty is only skin deep.
Everyday waking up,
Putting on a mask of makeup.
Straightening your hair to the perfect style.
Because what you look like,
Must map out your life.
Beauty is not only skin deep,
Beauty thrives from the depths of your soul,
Out unto the most beautiful face of all.
But I guess I can’t talk,
Being as I am part of that 54 percent.
Rare are those among us
who gain wisdom without errors,
without overstepping a line
we are not allowed to go beyond,
without daring to be different
from what we are expected to be.
Yet they're the ones who do the
perilous trailblazing for most of us,
who map out the constraints we can
outgrow and must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding out what's
beyond, must draw the first blood!
Two score and a decade have past
It's time to be reflective
To take account of all I've done
And put it in perspective
All my wild oats are sown
The grain is in the bin
Sometimes I wish I had a way
To show just where I've been
I map out my destruction
So those who come will know
The roads that I have taken
Are not the way to go
I've climbed the tree of life
And sampled all the sins
The good ones and the bad ones
I've set foot on every limb
I've bathed in pools of sorrow
I've danced in pleasures rain
I've walked through fields of glory
And suffered human pain
I've battled my afflictions
I've embraced the joy of love
I took what I was given
And thanked the Lord above
Not everything was happy
Yet all was not that bad
I'm grateful for the journey
Through the life that I have had
So now I sit in retrospect
Of all my living days
Writing down my words of life
To put them on display
The echos of my mothers words
Still linger in my head
"Don't mess around with all those things
Or one day you'll be dead"
My father lived to eighty two
He drank and smoked and cussed
My mother lived to eighty one
And never touched the stuff
He sat there at the alter
Of his favorite bar and grill
Drinking sacrificial booze
And giving up his will
She was pure with heart of gold
She never went astray
Yet life left her a decade with
No thoughts of yesterday
Alzheimers was her reward
For doing all things right
Bed ridden in her final days
Until she saw the light
Who's to say how it will end
Or where that place will be
A gutter in the streets of life
Or home where I should be
So as I sit and contemplate
These moments of my past
I think about the road ahead
And how long it will last
Rockman :-)
The air is so crisp on a cold spring morning
The ice cracks and crumbles in frozen puddles without warning.
Just a scant childhood memory locked into time,
And it is cherished forever, selfishly coverted as mine.
The bicycle wheels endless motion as it winds through the park.
Don't worry to tell mum she knows I'll be home before dark.
Round the path, through the trees and up the hills,
such simple little adventures full of fun and laced with thrills.
The infinite abundance of childhood fantasy,
played out with full abandonment in the world of make believe.
The unstifeling encouragement of friends who give accent,
to all ideas of adventure the ear is ever bent.
The age of computers, social media, electronic games,
may proport to foster intelligence but have really mashed our brains.
Computer games map out a story, no need for you to think,
then disapointedly all over before it's time to blink.
No need to think for answers just google it you see,
The answers there by the billions, so true it must be.
Remember asking strangers for directions, draw a mud map if you please!
Now it's never heard of just push google maps with ease.
Bury your gems,
Hide your wealth,
Across the commonwealth,
Map out your co-conspirators,
And paintings on the walls,
Speak to each one,
About what is going on.
Oh mother mine, you're a friend to the end.
Seen you be a borrower a lender and a fixer of broken men.
You see your sons you have grown, we are true of heart,
You see you've taught us so well to shine bright and find our way in the dark.
I've seen the privilege in your face change, as we’ve grown in time
I wish i could map out and relive those photo’s, retrace all those laughter lines.
I wish i could have half the strength your mind and body have shown.
You see all that I've seen is you love us tooth and bone.
You see all that I've seen is you love us tooth and bone
Oh mother of mine who’s love loves the most
Seen you be a worker, a warrior,a beacon and our lives signpost.
Now the men you have raised are but yours and will never depart
You see you've shown us so well how to live and to love from the heart.