Tell me how to think
Tell me what to do
Tell me if my politics
Should be red or blue
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me what is truth
Tell me what is lie
Tell me how to keep
Big corporate profits high
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me who to shun
Tell me what to see
Tell me who to love
And those not akin to me
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell me everything
Tell me who I am
Tell me what I know
How to get with the program
Tell me how to live
What to keep or give
And tell me what I know
If I should stay or go
Tell Me!
Hey, little lost Lamb,
get with the program.
Which Ewe you belong,
there'd Ewe's graze beyond.
Be there just one Ewe,
one Ewe that you knew.
Why'd you look at me,
for it cannot be.
For a dad, I am,
not Ewe, but a Ram.
Thank my lucky star,
this is where you are.
Is this your Lamb, Ewe?
Yes dear Ram, thank you.
Come my precious one,
for we are quite done.
Well, son, what say you,
between Ram and Ewe?
Dad's an Aries sign,
but Ewe'll do just fine.
The end of hazing,
it's time for grazing.
On the streets of indifference
we walk paths of human foibles.
do our negatives outweigh our positives?
can you leave your reactive bags aside
for a newness void of practical plentifuls?
It’s been said, Those who do not learn from the
past are doomed to repeat it.
Zombies trapped in a living casket of
intrepid choices, Ego centered choices
stifling of present presents, a new now
forgiveness, letting go of events gone.
Consider a peaceful transition to a
fruitful future. Make amends, take
the high road, douse all petty post
blame, forgive, forget. Live free or
die in your rigmarole afflictions.
Get with the program,
Time waits for no one.
church bells banging against the glass
shattering fragments en masse
i open my eyes, stare at the paper
i need to focus, i have to focus.
the mirror shards are tight against my skin
there’s barely a layer of flesh keeping me in
i close my eyes, point my head at the paper.
i need to focus, i have to focus.
why can’t i focus?
i need to focus.
what’s so wrong with me?
why can’t i be who i need me to be?
what happened to my glee?
where is she?
the clatter of bell-rings screams in my head
i’ll just fidget with my hands instead.
i open my eyes, stare at the paper.
i need to focus, i have to focus.
i look in a glass scrap mirrored at my face
holes have been picked across the space
i close my eyes, point my head at the paper.
i need to focus, i have to focus.
why can’t i focus?
i need to focus.
what’s so wrong with who I am?
why can’t i be better than a sham?
why do i give too much of a damn?
i just need to get with the program.
i need to focus.
I have been doing a lot of thinking
'cause to the past I am clinging
and pondering who exactly I am
am I warrior or a lamb . . .
one thing quite positive is my inking
yet, I must get with the program
have a tranquility some do not get
but past sorrows hard to forget
I push sadness away to stay present
accepting that my soul is bent . . .
I believe that I can change my mindset
yes, will work to end the torment
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May 31, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/journal entry - may 31
Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1257-150-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Contest No 780
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
I’m sure I’m quite right,
I cannot be wrong,
I was always so bright.
My memory’s strong.
I well racked my brain,
Considered all facts
And with consummate strain
Followed the tracks.
The Kurds were not there
Nowhere in sight,
This I declare
Knowing I’m right.
That day on the beaches,
With fighting so strong,
As history teaches,
No Kurds came along.
Now they seek succor,
Too late by a mile,
When so far in the gutter
They needn’t me dial.
They claim we should help them,
Protect them from foes,
It’s me they condemn
For their long list of woes.
Get with the program,
Move it along
Hurry and scram
From the conquering throng.
Don’t try and convince me
I’ve made the wrong choice,
I’m sure you’ll agree
You haven’t a voice.
The supposedly ideal woman's measurements
Used to be 36-32-36
That's no longer reality which the fashion industry
It's finally starting to acknowledge
We're seeing ads with slightly heavier models
Because a recent study showed
That 63% of North Americans are overweight
I'm definitely within that majority
Although I'm doing something about it
Have been riding my exercise bike
For 20 minutes every day for the past 2 years
One of my meals, either lunch or dinner is a salad
However as we age, the difficulty of losing weight
Becomes much more difficult to achieve
For a lot of us, the famous yo-yo dieting comes into play
Without strong perseverance, one must be dedicated
But it also must be a whole new life style change
And must include a steady exercise routine
It doesn't have to resemble an Olympic training program
As long as you're active in some manner or other
And of course, eating properly
No one ever said dieting would be easy
But the benefits far outweigh the dedicated effort
So get with the program people... it's all up to you!
Did you say I can do it?
Not
Not in a million years
Well I am going to show you
who is in charge
Not for you only
But for million ones out there
Time to sit back and watch
with repentance
I don't make things for no reason
Just like I don't do things without reason
Time to know The One who is above you
besides you and before you
I don't walk backward
And you shouldn't either
Time to move on
Get with the program
It is on
One... two...
God Wise Investment
Each time I breath will take in whole world
And into a big tizzy I have been hurled
About what to me will matter the most
Of course Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
If together I can consume all Three
Much better life comes and will be
When I have accepted all of Them
Will be so healthy and remain trim.
Why off fat of land should I try to live?
When all of myself to God I must give
In Bible is an Old and a New Testament
Saying God will be a wise investment.
I have to get with the program and
start typing up my poems.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Supposedly the ideal woman's measurements
Used to be 36-32-36
That's no longer reality which the fashion industry
Is finally starting to acknowledge
We're starting to see ads with a little heavier models
Because a recent study showed
That 63% of Americans are overweight
I'm definitely within that majority
Although I'm doing something about it
Have been riding my exercise bike
For 20 minutes every day for the past 2 years
One of my meals, either lunch or dinner is a salad
However as we age, the difficulty of losing weight
Becomes much more difficult to achieve
For a lot of us the famous yo-yo dieting comes into play
Without strong perseverance one must be dedicated
To the cause but it also must be a whole new life style change
And must include a steady exercise routine
It doesn't have to resemble an Olympic training program
As long you're active in some manner or other
And of course eating properly
No one ever said dieting would be easy
But the benefits far outweigh the effort
So get with the program people... it's all up to you!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But I'm usually up for the challenge
In my role as the village clown
My goal is to bring a great big smile
To a bunch of faces each day
What better way to spend my energy
Than to chase all the blues away
If we could all get with the program
What a happy place this could be
Instead of a bunch of sour pusses
We would climb the happiness tree
Not saying I have all the answers
We've got lots of problems on earth
Hope we're headed in the right direction
Let's celebrate the world's rebirth
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But this guy won't let the blues inside
You won't catch me wearing a frown
© Jack Ellison 2014
We all look the same sitting on the toilet
We all look the same sitting in traffic
Nevertheless is nevertheless does
Just because you are on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the Menu
100% of anything is junk
I am impatient with stupidity
Counter intuitive is counter productive
No one can make u feel inferior without your consent
There are too many people in the world
Wisdom is the practical application of knowledge
Evolution through revolution negating convolution
Some are mine, some are not,
but a cerebral cord, oh yes, they should rought
that full cranial awareness is still upward thinking,
but cranial farts of the masses are snot.
Get with the program get out of your head
and see life's counterparts not measured in dread.
Do something different, skip a life automatic
get off your ass u me and live life pragmatic.
Forego social domestication that has shaped our existenance
and reach beyond to a place of resistance
be who you want to be what you are to be,
and don't settle for less F, the powers at Be.
"Yes"
this program failed....let's move over here,
their conscience can't comprehend in their hearts what's revealed,
the hand of God or the hand of man,
too superstitious to understand,
God moves in, and from, and to,
He can use anything he wants to,
to show us His love in so many ways,
our hearts change constantly everyday,
to feel, to love, to learn...we see,
in love, we can see God in everything.
Another winding road, another hardship.
"Builds character," they say;
Well, I must be one helluva character by now I guess.
Still I smile and laugh at myself for the little quirks i have.
Like enjoying how a sneeze feels;
Ahh, Im still alive
Living in this hive.
Being pushed and prodded to conformity;
"Get with the program," they say.
Well I've always Kinda gone against the grain
Teeth into the wind
And a sailors spiteful Arrgh! every now and then.
I love being Alive
Born to Survive
"But your my family, my blood," they say.
Right... You' ve had me bleeding for years,
And never once provided a band-aid.
If time heals all wounds ,
I'm going to live to a ripe old age.
And the Sign-post says I'm Alive.
Alive, Alive, Alive.
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But I'm usually up for the challenge
In my role as the village clown
My goal is to bring a great big smile
To a bunch of faces each day
What better way to spend my energy
Than to chase the blues away
If we could all get with the program
What a happy place this could be
Instead of bunches of sour pusses
We would climb the happiness tree
Not saying I have all the answers
We've got lots of problems on earth
Hope we're headed in the right direction
Let's celebrate the world's rebirth
Cloudy days are a real test
They can drag our spirits down
But this guy won't let the blues inside
You won't catch me wearing a frown
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