Best On Average Poems
My love
for you
happened
like
a photon
strike,
ejecting
electrons
of desire
into my
beating
heart,
flooding
veins
with fire.
Zepto-
second*~
a sliver
of time
faster than
the blink
of my
eye**;
as power-
full as
Cupid's
arrow
hitting
its mark
invisibly.
*The zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to 0.000 000 000 000 000 000 001 seconds, that is, 10?²¹ seconds. It's the smallest sliver of time yet measured and corresponds to the amount of time it takes for the electron to be ejected after the photon strike.
**On average the human blink lasts only a tenth of a second which is 100 milliseconds.
I do so love harvest thanksgiving,
That time of year which celebrates agriculture,
When church flips from being god-centred,
To remembering farmers and good food manufacture.
It’s not an Armenian or Amish allusion,
‘Cos tins are given no problem;
Natural remedies aren’t primed as better,
Than medicines, to the mind and body superior.
As a child who regretfully attended church,
I thought on that day of poverty and Christian giving:
That their offer was kind of a respectable food bank,
A silent redistribution of wealth, income and living.
No food bank is respectable, of course,
But they can channel wealth efficiently and appropriately;
And that the Church offers such for just one day,
Should be celebrated as a positive sign most definitely.
God is sometimes just such an abstraction,
Academically, he’s for the objective mind;
He’s not comforting when your needs are just so real:
Physical, emotional, psychological: he can be so unkind.
When you just need a meal on the table,
And need it supplied by someone else,
Whether by government, food bank or church,
It’s a person that's there, not divine impulse.
I thought it was moral to impose that on believers,
As a kid who just so wanted to talk and shoot,
About real mechanisms, real structures and methods,
Which made life’s systems, dynamics, art and roots.
Being grateful for food, diet and health,
Eclipses salvation humility and responce;
Eternal purpose lays as distant and non-tangible,
To people and belongings which have an unimpeachable force.
Farmers need to be remembered, given relevance,
For their labour, dedication and sheer love of the job;
It’s that occupation and training which ensures,
Our basic daily needs are met not just with contours.
The harvest basket every year means to me hope,
Nourishment for those who starve and scrape;
Church wealth rides so high and mighty on average,
That this real examination is something to advocate.
I have heard: Women burn fat almost 10% slower than men
It's does not feel justified
I have heard: Women live on average 3 years longer than men
Women have a better durability date (used before: .. - ... - .....)
Men: (must be used within: .. - .. - ....)
Why is it only women who are thinking about calories and diets
I bake delicious cakes .... that can only be eaten by my husband
..... I think I'll try one more piece :)
12.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)
They say there's a first time for everything
My first time ever feeling the unsettling effects of an earthquake
Albeit, it was ONLY 5.8 on the Richter Scale
It happened during our holiday in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
We were roughly 60 km from the epicentre
But still found it a little unsettling to say the least
The locals didn't even break a sweat
They experience on average 150 of them a year
However there was definitely some rocking 'n rolling going on
At first I thought it was one of those people movers going by
Transporting folks around the resort
Then realized... YIKES!
That was a FREAKING EARTHQUAKE!!!
All's well that ends well
And I'm still alive to tell my tale!
Great place to vacation but you wouldn't wanna live there!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Ocean Falls, B.C. has on average
Over 300 days of rain a year
Surely not somewhere I'd want to live
Many attempt suicide I hear
Canadians have a funny habit of
Ending each sentence with an “eh”
Couldn't be a bank robber in the U.S.A.
The “eh” would be a dead giveaway
Average number of folks in our households
Is roughly 2.6, give or take
Would sure like to meet that .6 person
An interesting image that'd make
Millions attend our Calgary Stampede
But we're really not a bunch of yahoos
We're a very computer literate country
Emails we send quite a slew
A unique Canadian one dollar coin
Was introduced back in 1987
It's affectionally known as a loonie
But it doesn't describe us, thank heaven
Even dog food here is tax-deductible
Expecting big lineups at immigration
Reason to migrate to this wonderful land
We welcome folks from ever nation
© Jack Ellison 2103
A solar eclipse will be happening soon
And I'm taking a train up for ‘dark fall,’
Not often our sun is eclipsed by the moon,
Might it be, my drum’s beating restores light for all?
A primitive fantasy, barter in play,
I would die just to see earth's end sidelined,
Up creek without paddle (if night wins the day,)
But a killer of shadows will not be maligned.
Each person’s a hero who joins in this quest,
Who can say which one’s rhythms touched God’s ear?
You say, “We are safe, the world’s fate is at rest?”
It’s so easy to risk all you’ve ever held dear?
The one thing we know is that the end will come!
Hear our science and saints sing the same rhyme?
When day turned to night were our ancestors dumb?
Now both disciplines warn us “Of fire next time!”
To cherry-pick scriptures just serves prejudice,
Those who deprecate science should take heed,
And not to what pleases, but face cowardice,
For your salvation comes from God’s Grace, not your deed.
Hey, science is God’s gift, to help with life's fight,
Senses discipline, bless too to serve us,
Our leisure and work both need time in the light,
Life’s constraints too, a gift from God; death doesn’t fuss!
Brian Johnston
July 8, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
On August 21, 2017 I will travel with friends to Oregon to witness a solar eclipse. These are rare events and on average it will be 375 years before the people in a particular location on the current path will see another one, which gives you an idea of how rare they are. I am planning to take a home-made open face drum with me to join my ancestors in scaring evil away from the earth and consider it a rare chance to honor their attempts to understand a creation that both provides for life and takes it away at times.
I am one to believe,
That if only people could see,
What’s really, truly me…
…That one day this world would understand.
I am very different.
Yet, common to the eye.
But what’s inside the heart,
Proves that the outside is just a lie.
On average, if you should know.
Based off of the world’s expectations.
That I would be a girl,
With senior salutations.
To make up the perfect woman,
Many elements of normality are involved.
But I am more like a puzzle…
…With important pieces missing.
Therefore, I am close to impossible of being solved.
Beauty, yes I am.
I know I have the smarts.
But the reasons for my insecurities,
I cannot figure out.
I am stuck inside of a shell.
A dungeon that I call my home.
I want to break free…
…Escaping from all of this.
But I cannot escape by being alone.
Yes, there are people by my side.
But ONE cannot escape the wrath…
…Of a Mental Tsunami Tide.
So what do I do for peace?
I observe those of innocence.
Stop.
Think.
And listen.
Then all over, I reminisce.
What do I evoke?
What thoughts do I recollect?
I muse over the teachings that I received from the inexperienced.
I tend to allow myself to believe,
That if I studied another’s ways,
That I would be able to flee,
From OUR past.
The crippling days.
So why am I so self-doubting?
So quick to be pessimistic?
If only I had the answers,
Would be how quickly I could end it.
No, I am not JEALOUS!
I understand half of what I am worth.
The other half will come along,
With self values and soul search.
I don’t mean any harm,
To those that I offend.
Personality is key.
And not a heart.
But a character is what I have to mend.
So on this journey of security,
And transforming into a woman of hope and faith.
Please allow me to be myself,
So that I can notice the traits that I have to change.
And once I have improved myself.
Certainly I will see.
Things that are worth my time…
….And the things that are not worth me.
Please be patient with me,
For we are on this journey simultaneously.
So,
a recent
study showed
that the average
person walks about
800 miles per year and
on average we each drink
around 22 gallons of alcohol
in that time; so this means that
on average we get about 41 mpg
Aries (?) /'??ri?z/ (meaning "ram") is the first astrological sign in the Zodiac, spanning the first 30 degrees of celestial longitude (0°= ? 0º), which area the Sun transits, on average, between March 21 to April 21 each year.
According to the Tropical system of astrology, the Sun enters the sign of Aries when it reaches the northern vernal equinox, which occurs around March 21. Due to the fact that the Earth takes approximately 365.25 days to go around the Sun, the precise time of the equinox is not the same each year, and generally will occur about 6 hours later each year, with a jump of a day (backwards) on leap years. Since 1900 the vernal equinox date ranged from March 20 at 08h (2000) to March 21 at 19h (1903) (all times UTC).
Arian Ladies
We are the first Zodiac sign
Leading with the birth of Spring
Mars blazes out our path
fiery and passionate are we
aggressive to our foes
Leaders inciting others
Hunters loving the chase
losing interest in success
magnetic, forceful and loyal
Lusting for life and adventure
Forceful women tolerating no master
only an equal partner
Activists we plunge straight in
yet, our interest is hard to keep
Most forward of the Zodiac signs
not easy to capture, nor easy to live with
dignity of labour (in street language)
To y'all peps wu still think stinks.
dreaming of reigning like a king,
wearing diamond rings,
U dont wana bruise.
never wana loose,
never choose to.
dont wana be guilty,
dont wana be filthy.
always on average
cos u dont wana touch garbage.
thats why u're broke and we're so paid.
Good evening, This is Stormy Surge,
reporting to you live from Wickenburg.
Where much controversy surrounds the new round-about,
recently installed by D.O.T. and others with clout.
No one in town that I spoke to agrees
that it has helped out in these times of need.
Not just the tax money that was spent on construction,
but by diverting traffic from the downtown new rejuvenation.
How long will it take? Some ask of the powers that be,
To open their eyes and actually see.
They didn't help Wickenburg and its citizens at all.
They only helped the towns economy to further fall.
No longer do folks on the way to Vegas drive through town.
They take the new by-pass, so as not to slow down.
The restaurants and the quaint western shops,
see fewer and fewer vacationers stop.
Now it seems safety is the new main concern.
Due to drivers not yielding and taking their turn.
With crossover traffic of three lanes needed
to head to Phoenix from the by-pass now completed.
The narrow lanes of the round-about cannot contain
the eighteen wheelers and their long frames.
Too sharp is the circle to navigate
Trucks cross over lines, drivers see them too late.
It was just last month that two trucks did collide.
One tipped over into the other and then onto its side.
Thankfully no one was injured this time.
It could have been much worse, had a car been in line.
But other injury accidents have occurred since completion.
On average, one per week, by D.O.T. Accident Registrations.
This is Stormy Surge in Wickenburg saying goodnight.
As my crew and I navigate the roundabout and we drive into the night.
Entry for Irma's contest...Reporting Live On The Soup
Just a side note..This is a true account of the new round-about in town and its
controversy.
Placement: 10th place
HERE AND THERE
Born and spent childhood in suburb
of West Bengal, India.
Rather rustic and innocent by nature.
Higher education and academic career brought
further exposure.
Journey of life made me acquainted with city life
to attain sophistication.
Yet all activities restricted to West Bengal.
Built up family with two beloved daughters.
Both now pursuing brilliant career,
Being American citizen.
Obliviously I have developed attachment with USA,
spending three months a year on average.
I consider my birthplace as home-town.
My permanent residence in Kolkata,
having a second home in Philadelphia.
06/20/17
Where Are You from? Contest by Joseph Soper
Holiday Traveler
Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to
adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME.
Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome.
The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine
in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome
depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators
in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the
certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport
and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge
cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the
oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple
seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot
upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November
usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come.
Holiday Traveler
When someone says, “You look FLABulous”!
Is it just a slip of the tongue
Or are they secretly trying to let you know
You're not trim like when you were young!
Words can be cruel and hurtful at times
Specially if they're close to the truth
Sometimes they can hurt you really badly
You get into the gin and vermouth!
There's a worldwide scourge, it's called obesity
It's more serious than it's ever been
On average about sixty percent of us guys
Can be considered anything but lean!
It's a scourge that afflicting all of mankind
In this world of instant things
Microwave meals at everyone's fingertips
You're eating at the sound of the ding!
So when someone says, “You look FLABulous”!
It's a warning your life is in danger
Get on that bike or run a few miles
Take this advice from this FLABulous stranger!
© Jack Ellison 2014
many are unselfish individuals
many are not
many are social without being political
many have spiritual pot
same subjects are dealt with
differently by different ones
law can never be the same for all
but based on average acceptance