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Wherever I turn, I see love and truth
My life in a nutshell it seems
Been successful at living a love filled life
On the side of passion I've leaned
At this late stage on my life long journey
No chance of it changing my role
Each day determines the path that I choose
The path of true love I do stroll
Feel oh so sorry for those without love
How lonely a life that must be
Mine would be over, no reason to live
It's love that sets my heart free
My advice to all my friends out there
Search till you're sure that you know
It's that special someone, the love of your life
Hang on and never never let go
© Jack Ellison 2013
Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.
Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.
Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
In a beautiful land far across the ocean,
People used to celebrate Christmas all year round,
Trees along the streets adorned with flickering lights;
Down the cities were malls seethed with shoppers…
All in frantic, but no harm in their enjoyment of time.
Grandiose buildings and churches,
Stood magnificently as the music of the season played;
Lanterns were hanging on walls as church bells ring,
Announcing the season of birth of Christ the King.
A dazzling panorama of the whole place,
With the nearby sea on its serenity and calmness;
The aromatic freshness and coldness of yuletide’s zephyr,
Giving resplendent smiles- rhythm of iridescent glow in ones’ eyes.
As people enjoyed from morning to Christmas eve
Children’s laughter exuded with the gifts they received
They sang joyfully with thanksgiving on caroling
A herald on the season of love in a spirit of giving.
Time came in the beautiful land far across the ocean,
When people didn’t have any single clue of the dangers to come,
A week before the season with no ominous sign,
Trees on streets were washed out in an instant;
A gigantic catastrophe passed by engulfing everyone
Mangled and jostled into darkness where they’re hard to be found,
At snap of fingers… is there another joyful Christmas time?
Grandiose building and churches,
Turned out into a mass grave with flickering candles;
Flowers were scattered where each body laid,
Mourning of their fate…a rescue they begged
All praying for mercy of Christ our only Savior and King.
At vantage point was a horrible scene of a ghost town,
Where green trees and buildings seemed thrown in garbage cans
Marred souls were wafted in stale air…
Starvation and unseen love ones, they grieved.
Just in time came in a devastated land across the ocean,
A miracle happened in His Love Divine
Sympathy and passion reigned in the heart and mind of all men;
People around the world joined hand-in-hand and rebuilt ‘tis land,
The most perfect Christmas gift which arrived on time.
Dec. 15, 2013 9.25pm
*My first ballad poem. Hope I did it right
NOT FOR PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT CONTEST
First Place
Contest: Any poem goes #1
Judged: 12/27/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet PD
Not easy to speak or write a foreign language
How many languages do you speak or write
There are many that comes to your country
who do not know the language ..... it is difficult
I spoke with a "foreigner" today .... nice guy
He worked on the garbage car
A very well paid job in Norway
The box of garbage must be wheeled down to the port
I'd forget ... ran after the car with my box
Smiling and cheerful, he said:
* Norwegian: "Do glemte sitte ut do " ?
- ((Do you forget to put the box out ?))
* Translated: "You forgot to sit on the toilet " (?)
- A smile from reality :)))
14.11.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Why do I visit here, it’s mostly for self-reflection
First through my reading , that I’m able to explore
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection
This not possible, but I still do tedious inspection
Over time I do notice that I am better than before
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection
This pursuit does require the very finest selection
Time passes, less and less never more and more
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection
Although not attainable there are many a detection
New truths revealed, I’m a kind in a candy store
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection
What I read, what I write, in me it causes reaction
Patience I didn’t have before, allows me to endure
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection
Many reading this might react with some rejection
What does your soul and mind ask you to implore
Why do I visit here, mostly it’s for self-reflection
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection
penned 2/3/2013 by Wayland Bunch
I got tangled up in this relationship
that offers no hope for anything but regrets,
no wedding ring on finger...
it's tucked in my jacket pocket;
woe to me if it ever dropped by accident,
I will lose her trust for the quest of lust!
My lies are uglier than tangled vines
going upward to seek light on a gloomy day;
and the higher they reach,
the more they gnarl themselves
as arms entwined by threads of every color
and mine feel the same so helplessly ensnared by despair.
Why has passion become obsession?
Have I found in her that erotic escape to entice fantasy?
And what the consequences will be?
The loss of someone who had faith in me...
when I swore to love her faithfully through joy and dire!
Entered in Constance La France's contest,
" Tangled Vines "
Written on 7/15/2013
What drives me to post two poems a day
Little green men dancing the plié?
Or maybe a monster with one evil eye?
Enormous dragons, oversized flies?
Whatever the subject, I never need fret
The ideas keep flowing, on that you can bet
Like having a baby or baking a pie
It comes quite natural for some of us guys!
What could it be, is it fortune or fame?
Or could it just be, the thrill of the game
To challenge one's psyche to write every day
Sometimes it's easy, sometimes nay!
Got some advice for newbies among us
Two poems a day is by no means a must
It's a goal to shoot at in the days up ahead
But don't lose sleep, it's nothing to dread!
© Jack Ellison 2013
At night the Whip-Poor-Will sings
A frantic lover's tune Whip-Poor-Will Whip-Poor-Wil
At dawn the Dove's coo coo _soft peace surely brings
Then the Roosters in their chorus appeal
Singing a tune that is slightly shrill
As the gray clouds amass like sand 'pon the beach
Birds sing unrehearsed a tune destined at birth
Each one their own melody a treat
'Tis a delight, laughter, and mirth
To most residence of this great earth
But when the Owl's hoot is heard
A name he calls tells of coming woe
Please sing a song lovely Catbird
Not you Owl with your death bow
Awake me soft cooing Dove tell me its not so
Inspired by Francine Robert's contest
Whimsy in English Quintain
Birds topic chosen
Written this Fourteenth day of April 2013
Over where winds blow, my Love waits for me
Even when zephyrs blow a bustling breeze
His outreaching arms beckon come let me see
Join me in my castle where you'll live with ease
Out on the porch listening to rain's soft sounds
There's no wind, leaves and limbs hang limp silent
Over where winds blow, my love knows no bounds
Contained it now seems ~no wind evident
Just a slight breeze will stir blossoming rose
Her scent a delight floating 'pon spring's breeze
Rose's scent entwines with honeysuckle's prose
Racing to where the wind blows, my love to please
Over where winds blow, He waits for just me
With outstretched arms, He calls come commune please
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Where The Wind Blows
Written this 18th day of May, 2013
When I came to the soup,
I did not know how to tame,
the straying syllables on my Haiku.
Then, she took me under her wings,
and I have learnt so much since then.
I have learnt the trick of weaving words,
on the spindle to form poetry.
Though, I am not a good student,
for I skip classes now and then,
but she pursues me here and there.
Surely, one day I shall grow like her,
writing poetry without getting weary.
Haa, have you heard the latest,
she has just elevated me,
by making me one of the poets,
whose poetry 'float into her boat'.
20th April, 2013
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, for her encouragement and all that I have learnt from her.