May we be blessed…
To take our cue each morning from the sun
and greet each day with gentleness and grace…
then go out and have some fun
You know what you wanna do
and yet i dont have a single clue
Blinded to the ceiling
Twisted in this feeling
Where are we going?
No idea its just flowing
What should i do next?
They claim I’ll find you calling
I keep on hoping and waiting
My head is hurting,
Yet I keep on thinking
I can’t help but feel blue
I need to find my cue
I just need a clue
Seated stays fate who stays seated,
It stands, ready to get started,
Supine it stays who sleeps dreaming,
And roams for rare that go raring.
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Translation |26.09.2025| fate, destiny
Note: Based on a Subhaashhitam (a quatrain verse well said) transliterated as under:
Aaste bhaga aasinasya
oordhvam tishthati tishthatah |
Shete nipadyamaanasya
charati charatah bhagah ||
The Pool Shark
Double or nothing
I go for the gold.
I meet with the devil
and sell him my soul.
Content with the knowledge
I will win it all.
I let him guide me
to the pool hall table.
Dressed in my white suit
with Panama hat.
I stand with my cue
and watch my sucker rack.
As I line up my shot
I hear bets exchanged.
Their values are spoken
with a varying range.
With a gleam in my eye
I strike the cue ball
And watch as my shot
caused the three ball to fall.
I pump my fist in glee
for I called the side pocket
In the ball shot like a
red fiery rocket.
My skills went down hill
and I lost all my cash.
The rest of my game
had gone into the trash.
As I slunk out the door
Old Scratch was waiting for me.
Your soul is mine now
he said with great glee.
As we walked off to hades
that burn with fierce fire.
I sadly learned to deal with the devil
I should never have believed that crafty old liar.
Not very good at going on cue,
But I will do it just for you.
.
There'z
something something
all up in the
air
I sense the
redolence
I close my
sees
her
or
doughnuts
I opened the front
door
well
at least
dad brought
doughnuts
There we sat, a sunny afternoon
The barbie lit, not quite enough flame
Her father fans it, wife tries to explain
Happy families. Two language game
I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name.
I let myself go, release my sarcastic mood
We’re all inane smiles personified polite
He’s waving at the barbie dust on the food
My wife hangs on to her rage a soaring kite
Mother and son know not the time to be rude
Daughter-in-law’s parents, peasants afar
My stepson, squirming, cursing his luck
New allies for her, from now on life will suck
Mum kisses his head, he’s her pride and joy
His life’s anonymous, she cuddles her boy.
A surprise anniversary gift,
Caused giggles, which gave me such a lift,
If I was a nun,
I sure could have fun,
A cucumber .. if you get my drift!
My lovely friend Chris gave me a bag with some chocolates and a card and carefully wrapped in white tissue paper was a 9 inch cucumber which her husband had grown - it certainly made me giggle!
06/22/20
The pool shark was right on cue
When hitting the eight ball he knew
It was right corner pocket
Bounced like a rocket
Around and around, then it flew
i imagine
her skin
feels like
felt
so when
the time
comes
i'll
touch her
and ask
her would
you like
to play
pool
Is this war
Is this life?
Is it the core?
Is this what we came for?
More and more:
Pain and sorrow,
A journey and a hard knock
Life coined: the dual forces
Of reality, from steady grounds to earth quakes...
Strange clouds to fogs,
Man its cold when hit The bottom!
Blues and oceans flows
Sharks so scary, and whales
Those giants but swimming
All the way up, from feeling numb
To counting numbers
And they infinite...
Like the number 8, twisted vertically
Not that you have to be twisted
But you gotta let go!
On cue
God his purpose is elusive
What is actually his role?
In our lives and in our planning
What good is worship as a whole?
Don’t we long for independence?
Why would this start up a fuss?
Why should we give God the power
To decide what’s right for us?
We don’t want to be directed
Why wait for his sign and cue?
We could use him as co-pilot…?
That’s the least that we can do
Mind you, we will give the orders
We’ll do exactly as we feel
And when it gets a little tricky
We might scream ’Jesus take the wheel!’
This doesn’t mean that we are cowards
No, it means we have a choice
For in a fair collaboration
Every partner has a voice
Equal say and equal privilege
And we claim it, it’s our right
But we want God to be ready
To find a cure for every plight
Until then, he should be quiet
He should utter not a word
We’ll appreciate his presence
Even more if he’s not heard
As we brazenly continue
See us veer and see us swerve
As our silenced fellow traveler
Waits for his cue to come and serve.
Wendy Nipas
Just noticed for the very first time
My hairline is definitely receding
My crowning glory, my silvery dome
My time here is short I'm conceding
If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man
It's my time to close up shop
Basically, it'll be over, over and done
No incentive with no silvery crop
May sound vain, a wee bit conceded
But with this mug that I possess
Really need these charming adornments
Need all the help I can get
To impress the ladies, my hair was it
Running fingers through my silvery locks
They murmured tender sweet love words
Offering me all that they've got
Dream on dear fellow, you sound delusional
It's the total package that's the thing
With or without your silvery locks
As long as you've still got that zing
I never dreamt
Mathematics once a terror
I’ve ever learnt
From my life would delete a major error
As I struggled to make sense
Out of the labyrinth
Mathematics built from the nonsense
The terror in silly stealth
Conveyed in minds
That by dint of patience and perseverance
Gleaned from underneath concepts, processes and procedure behind blinds
Rewarded in a walk punctuated by persistence and insistence
To spawn understanding
Continually growing in incremental steps
To facilitate a commanding
Assimilation not through biceps or triceps
But through pen and paper dedicated practice
Through sweat and tears
Carving justice
Clearing all the fears
Mathematics once held
In my brain and in my attitude
Until with misconceptions withheld
Along grew fortitude and soared my latitude
Prompting the belief
That you, too
Could cut out the mischief
That claims you’ve got no Mathematics clue.
Just noticed for the very first time
My hair line is definitely receding
My crowning glory, my silvery dome
My time here is short I'm conceding
If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man
It'll be time to close up shop
Basically it'll be over, over and done
No incentive without my silvery crop
May sound vain, a wee bit conceded
But with this mug that I possess
Really need these charming adornments
Need all the help I can get
To impress the ladies, my hair was it
Running fingers through my silvery locks
They murmured tender sweet love words
Offering me all that they've got
Dream on dear fellow, you sound delusional
It's the total package that's the thing
With or without your silvery locks
As long as you've still got that zing
© Jack Ellison 2013
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