Best To It Poems
Silence like magic and soothing song
It mirrors my sanctuary all around
Time slows, while I do simmer
I know my Deliverer delivers.
A flicker of light becomes gem with might
One and only One Magnificent Light
The dark holds tinge of sacredness
It swells and showcase friendly specks.
With blinding light one does seek cover
Forthwith we'd cringe, some even cower
But what's to fear? IT, is of light and dark
One Maker of concrete and abstract art.
I salute heaven's light in all its glory
Morning and evening seem most holy
Still, dark of night with cloak of history...
Gave stage to light, and us, sweet victory.
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Categories:
to it, beauty, best friend, change,
Form:
Ode
Born in greed, torture and hate
I built bridges long enough to overturn my fate
Dire expectations…
I made sure I paid no heed to silly temptations
Interlude to the start of a new journey
I designed options
Set my goals into massive proportions
Selective memory…
I devised a form of poetry without being bound by precautions
We live to die
And yet we work to live in the hope for a better future
What if we are not part of that future?
An exception to such mentality
I paved a way to success without death as a formality
Christ the redeemer…
Unrelated to the content, but a simplification to your enigma
You should know this by now…
Only conquerors are true believers
Crying foul yet you mingle with unbelievers
HE never lives
Setbacks pioneer greater comebacks to the one who believes
I am not a preacher
However in the gospel termed “richer”
Out of reach, out of sight
Set forth my hand to write, to be and become
In this offering God will delight
Categories:
to it, encouraging, faith, inspirational, me,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The pounds are just melting away
You might think I'd be a bit concerned
Well actaully I'm on a mission
To lose 30 pounds before the snow flies
There's no particular reason why
I set that particular number as my goal
It just seems within my reach
Given my age and life style
One thing I've always had is “sticktoitness”
But when I get on a mission, I tend to over indulge
Up to now it hasn't caused me any great problems
I must remember I'm not a young chicken anymore
But as the old saying goes, “use it or lose it!”
And this guy's not ready to cash in my chips just yet!
Started out riding my exercise bike
Once a day for 20 minutes
Recently I've upped it to twice a day
Totalling 40 minutes and am even thinking
Of making it three times a day if I can
I told you I'm on a mission!
Wish me luck my friends... I once heard it said
“No one ever died from TOO much exercise!”
Sure hope that's right... wish me luck!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
to it, dedication,
Form:
Narrative
Go ahead; rant like a wild child while
wagging your finger in my face.
Your barrage of words falls like
waves upon a cold shore.
Against your tirade,
I'm a solid
cliff, and I'm
numb to
it.
April 28, 2017 for Broken Wings' Form N - Ninette or Nonet Poetry Contest
Categories:
to it, emotions,
Form:
Nonet
I am trying to read a heart.
To read it from a pair of beautiful eyes.
Nothing that I can see.
Only a heart alone can see.
There is a heart I can hear.
Singing along in a tiny voice I feel.
A whisper from it makes me smile.
A smile that eternally lives in the heart.
A memory to remember.
I love you, peace.
Layag Sug!
Categories:
to it, adventure, baby, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Ballad
Always been blessed with “stick-to-it-ness”
Got it from my dear old dad
He once rode a bike three hundred sixty miles
Took four days each way, egad!
At any age, that's quite an accomplishment
But my dad was sixty years old
From Montreal to Toronto and back again
A feat so gruelling, so bold
A wee one of ten back in nineteen forty-six
Didn't hit me till many years later
The impact of his enormous accomplishment
It then seemed a whole lot greater
Been telling this proud tale wherever I go
Bout inheriting his “stick-to-it-ness”
Don't think I can even come close to matching
The resolve and dedication he possessed
© Jack Ellison 2013
Sadly, he died of cancer at the young age of 67
Categories:
to it, dad, dedication, cancer,
Form:
Quatrain
Most people will assume a girl can cook,
but men can make great chefs, while there are girls
who never at a cookbook took a look!
And some won’t wear a dress or fancy pearls.
We look at men and think ones super tall
are good at basketball. It might not be!
A girl is small. She can’t play sports at all?
Some girls love math! Some guys love poetry!
Old ways of thinking sometimes can be wrong.
We can’t assume a thing. Some girls today
are showing in the sport they love they’re strong!
HE wants to be a nurse; that makes him gay??
If you are good at it and love it too,
you’re equal to it, and it’s right for YOU.
Feb 9, 2020 for Kai Michael Neumann's "Gender Equality" Contest
Categories:
to it, happy, heart,
Form:
Sonnet
Always been blessed with “stick-to-it-ness”
Got it from my dear old dad
He once rode a bike three hundred sixty miles
Took four days each way, egad!
At any age, that's quite an accomplishment
But my dad was sixty years old
From Montreal to Toronto and back again
A feat so gruelling, so bold
A wee one of ten back in nineteen forty-six
Didn't hit me till many years later
The impact of his enormous accomplishment
It then seemed a whole lot greater
Been telling this proud tale wherever I go
Bout inheriting his “stick-to-it-ness”
Don't think I can even come close to matching
The resolve and dedication he possessed
Categories:
to it, devotion,
Form:
Quatrain
This New Age love means,
Finding small streets,
To delight in the misery,
Of the night,
To be remembered,
Only by the love-bites.
When the sun hits,
Those moments are worth nothing.
Channeling party girls,
I look for a pretty face,
Looking to forget you,
Lying to myself.
A lowlife,
I cannot be left alone.
Putting on a strawberry scent,
To allure them all,
Shining like gold,
In the neon lights of another bar.
Categories:
to it, depression, emotions, heartbreak, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Never ending
Endoscopy.
Upper end
Endoscopy.
Lower end
Endoscopy.
Colon
Oscopy.
No end
Oscopy.
Which end
Is
Up sco py?
Categories:
to it, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
There’s Nothing To It
I found a piece of nothing in my back yard yesterday.
I’d planned to mow the lawn so tried to move the piece away.
I thought to get behind it, backing off and sneaking round.
But it sensed my every movement and steadfastly held its ground.
Nothing made me angry. Nothing made me swear.
Nothing made me quite so mad as seeing nothing there.
Finally I called my wife. “I need your help.” I said.
There’s nothing on the lawn and Darl, it’s doing in my head.”
She said “I’m seeing nothing. You’ll have to show me where.”
Despairingly I turned and shouted “Look there’s ‘Nothing’ there.”
“Exactly!” spoke my wife “And so it seems we both agree.
and now if you don’t hurry you’ll get nothing for your tea.”
I put away the mower and locked the toolshed door.
“Aah well!” I thought, “At my age nothing matters any more.”
I went inside, switched on the box, still feeling all at sea.
My wife called out “Good luck darl, you’ll find nothing on TV.
Warren Cox
Categories:
to it, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Fear hides within levity
by poking fun at itself.
Yet there’s no sanctuary
and it’s quickly ferreted out.
It freezes time and kills dreams
adding a chill to each breeze.
And makes us feel fallible
testing our humanity.
No security blanket
can keep it at bay for long.
And when it enters our hearts
we break into a cold sweat.
It’s a feeling we can't curb
festering inside of us.
And it influences our lives
though few will admit to it.
Categories:
to it, angst, anxiety, fear, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
Indulgence seldom seems a disease,
Cravings and fear to lose always is.
A monk need notso rid
Save cleavings, good old greed,
Enjoy all blessings as heaven’s bliss.
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Once Osho was asked about his fleet of Rolls Royce sedans he possessed. Why would a spiritual being like him need such material luxuries? He posed: if you have an expensive car such as this and someone carelessly damaged it. How would you feel? The response was: One would feel upset and agitated.
Osho: Therein dwells the difference. Even if I were to wake up tomorrow to find that the entire fleet is missing, it would not matter one bit to me. Indulgence is no disease, attachment is.
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Reflections | 07.07.15 |
Categories:
to it, desire,
Form:
Limerick
Baby blue sets in. A little baby boy. Soldiers in the cradle make
little soldier noise. A single drop sets in. A monkey on her back
is patiently awaiting for a quick monkey attack.
Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
Though there's a pudred smelling fungus in the corner down the hall.
Where sweaty men play with a brown leather ball.
Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
Something in the sunshine. Something in the wind.
Something in it's whisper to make me feel alive again.
Something in its madness, like slushy winter snow.
Where drunken men find lonliness,and laughing children go.
And I can't help but stumble, and I can't help but fall.
And I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
And I can't help but get up, and i can't help but fall.
And I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
Baby blue sets in. A little baby girl. Solders in the cradle
form little soldier curls. A single drop sets in a monkey on
her back. Is patiently awaiting for a quick monkey attack.
Now I can't help but think that there's something to it all.
And I can't help but stumble, and I can't help but fall.
And I can't help but get up, and I can't help but fall.
And I can't help but think that there's something to it.
Categories:
to it, life, philosophy, song-baby, baby,
Form:
Sex before Marriage,
Then walk down the aisle,
All dressed in white,
with a frolicsome smile...
Test all the waters,
They can't be the same,
Kudos to Marriage,
the new Dating Game...
Categories:
to it, people
Form:
Light Verse