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right now, i do not want to understand
i just want to be happy and free with you
i know we are just excuse givers with brooms right now
i realize that tomorrow life will be our alarm clock
right now, i do not care about the what, the how, the when, or the why
i just want to enjoy this quiet time reflection with you
i know we are just dialogue damagers with shedders right now
i realize that tomorrow the rooster crowing will be our five lumps or a hundred back to reality
right now, i just want us to love each other in simple silence until
with a sincere passion, i want to follow the arrows of figuring it all out with you
A cheater is a liar,
and with time more skills he acquires...
any woman would fulfill his desires,
if she doesn't care
whom he loves when his heart cries.
An unscrupulous lover does
is ignite more fire and open a wound...
until he burns and needs cool lips
to soothe what has consumed
with a hunger not easily satisfied.
A cheater is a liar indeed,
and he promises a hundred roses
by plucking their thorns,
so that no heart will bleed...
when it discovers his secret.
Love someone you can fully trust,
search for hints to avoid the worst;
getting hurt once is enough,
listen to the tone of his voice...
see the uneasiness in those eyes.
A cheater is a liar,
who hands you the key to Paradise,
and he constantly smiles to hide many lies;
if he showers you with too little kisses...
somebody outhere arises his desire.
I couldn't see myself in his clothes,
or even walk in his straying shoes...
many more despised looks I will resent
for being so uncaring and unfaithful
to whom I should prove my intent.
A cheater is a liar,
when he takes off his shirt smelling of perfume,
jumping in the shower to get rid of evidence...
fearing the harshness of a sentence;
oh, he even forgets to comb he dishevelled hair!
Somebody help me, I don't understand
Why people are so damn up tight
Not like we're gonna be around forever
To age ninety or a hundred we might
Our society needs to mellow out
Our tickers weren't meant for this stress
The average lifespan of a healthy male
Could be quite a bit longer, my guess
Times we're living in is surely a factor
The pace of life is astounding
We no sooner marry and raise a family
When into old age we go bounding
Guess I kinda rushed you through life
Didn't mean to dampen your dreams
But oh for the laid back days of the past
Or at least that's how they seemed
© Jack Ellison 2013
If I give you a kilo of my flesh would you leave me to bleed to death?
If I give you a kilo of my flesh would you approve the deal and stop the steal? I have no hard cash but I have assets that could pay you back, five heads of cow in the pasture and an army of goats marching along the street. I have nine thousand chickens in the coop and rental houses along the loop, I have donkeys braying in the barn and three hundred sheep grazing on the lawn, lots of fruit trees are in the back yard and vegetables that are ready to eat and can make your life complete. I have pigs that are meaty and clean, and if you like rabbit meat, I have a hundred of them in the back, and thousands of fresh water fish in the pond and lobsters enough for everyone. I have assets galore that can pay you in an hour, would you take a kilo of my flesh, I am burdened in debt? We have been locked into this negotiation for many months and this is not fun, you keep going back and forth and the people are wandering around in the dirt, today they are here, and tomorrow they are over there and the next day they are down here, you are jumping squares and circles and going around the town with a terrible frown. You have got to strike a deal and keep it real; you can have a kilo of my flesh if I forfeit the deal.
The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles,
They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes,
We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star,
But this peace vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times,
It resonates with the memory of blows and raw wounds.
A hundred years of inner war means demons faced,
The fear of not being enough, doubt like a splinter under the skin,
Anger burning inside, more than any enemy,
It's a hundred years of learning: forgiveness frees oneself,
That falling matters less than refusing to rise.
Their peace is a silent victory, a fortress without walls, light,
It's not forgetfulness, but a comforted memory, inhabiting the cracks,
It does not fear the storm, knowing that at the end the sky is washed clean,
And when their eyes meet yours, you feel the humility,
Of those who have walked through fire and found themselves undefeated.
By Phan Tan Hai
One day you slammed the door,
and for a lifetime you walked far away.
A hundred years my soul stays open,
waiting for you through seasons of fading flowers.
One day the old fragrance lingers still,
a lifetime drunk on its sweetness.
You left—my soul swayed and staggered,
waiting for you through the ruin of love.
Your red lips still mark the wine glass;
you’re gone, yet your laughter remains.
How can I find the right words
to untangle your wind-tossed hair at the edge of the sky?
You left, but your shadow stayed—
once you stood on tiptoe,
breathing into my soul a slant of dying sunlight,
a kiss lost among the dusty paths of this world.
SWANSONG
The greatest performance of my life,
I gave at that audition.
I’d studied the role for days on end,
Perfecting my rendition.
I’d rehearsed the scene a hundred times,
Studying each inflection
And, as I stood upon the stage,
I knew I’d reached perfection.
I stood there in the spotlight
And delivered my very best.
The director up there in row F
Was sure to be impressed..
When I’d finished he thanked me
For coming along today,
But he said I wasn’t quite right
For that particular play.
In fact, he told me frankly,
It was his firm impression,
That, to make a decent living,
I was in the wrong profession.
I thanked him for his sage advice
And made my exit fast.
The greatest performance of my life
Had proved to be my last.
28th May 2022
The Greatest Performance of My Life poetry contest
Sponsor - JCB Brul
THE UNEXPECTED VISIT
22/10/2025
THE UNEXPECTED VISIT
On Behalf of Our Mother,
Evangelist Mazaline Murchison, Gelsey
It was an evening, that was like no other;
unforgettable to the core.
when at the close of another day,
there was a knock upon my door.
A beautiful young lady was standing there,
dressed radiantly in bridal attire;
youthful and as lovely as she could be,
joyful and bright as a flame of fire.
It was the woman I had known most all of my life,
if you ever met her, you would never forget,
A life boldly proclaiming the gospel of Jesus Christ,
with all fervency and fiery grit!
She never seemed to have one fear in the world,
not ever squeamish about one thing,
I had even seen her beat snakes to a pulp,
cast out demons, shout, preach, and sing!
With my own eyes I saw, her lay hands on the sick,
feed strangers, foster children, a hundred or more,
A patriach for Christ, my dear Mom now His bride,
beautifully standing at my door.
I witnessed her walk the straight and narrow,
take the low road with dignity and grace.
If ever fallen, she got right up again fighting,
taking back her rightful place.
Yes, I even witnessed, some of her own life's bruises,
taken in the heat of the battle,
yet upholding, the Lord's victory banner,
fully armored upon horse and saddle!
Alas when now seeing this beautiful lady of fire,
flickering faintly, with an unforgettable smile,
between the threshold of life, and eternity's door,
sweetly kissing us goodbye, for just a while.
Dear guys, is confidence a personality trait?,
No it is a skill that can be acquired or cultivated, It is an inner knowledge that you are capable,
Believe in yourself and your abilities please, Our aim in life is not merely to live,
But we have to thrive success in our life, The success is determined by the confidence, Believe confidence, you are half way to success, With confidence we have won the race of life, If we have no confidence,we are twice defeated, Confidence skill may be learned or practised, Nothing can be done without self- confidence, Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled on St.Elba, It was impossible for him to escape from the island, He believed his hope and self -confidence, Finally he escaped and ruled France for a hundred days, Alexander, the great had overconfidence in his life, He wanted to establish a universal Kingdom, His technique was purely a self -help method, That taught us how to use our mind and body, Be like the Phoenix, an immortal bird, It symbolises life life after the death, We must have the ability to overcome impossibilities, Arise, awoke and not stop till the goal is reached.
On The Range
You are an old cowboy now.
Your bronco riding and rodeo days are over.
You now mostly drive a pick up truck or ATV instead of a riding a horse.
You drink you whiskey straight, and your cowboy style coffee black.
You don't smoke any more, but when you did you rolled your own cigarettes and lit them with wooden matches.
You got your tobacco from a white pouch with a yellow pull string that you kept in your shirt pocket.
You wear blue Levi's and a leather belt with a silver buckle, and white straw Stetson hat with
a woven white, black and turquoise hat band.
You wear cowboy boots with riding heels and a shirt with pearl snap buttons.
You keep a blue bandana in your rear pocket to wipe off sweat and act as a face mask in dust storms.
You have worn chaps, fixed a barbed wire fence, and know about droughts. blizzards and prairie fires.
You still ride a horse, can cut a calf out of a herd, and like your father before you own a Colt six shoot revolver and
a 30-30 Winchester lever action rifle.
You have heard stories of massive Texas Longhorn cattle drives up the Texas-Montana trail in the 1800 hundreds,
and when you do, you wish you were born a hundred and fifty years earlier.
Like you ancestors before you, you make your living raising cattle and enjoy watching the sun come up.
Long ago you learned to appreciate the blue sky and openness of the high plains with its
yellow prairie flowers, purple sage brush and tumble weeds.
You have heard the howl of a prowling coyote, and the harsh caw of a magpie.
You have seen wild prong horned antelope, prairie dogs, cotton wood trees and,
beautiful night skies filled with a million stars.