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I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky
Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling
“Email cuddling” is good too
Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!”
Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!”
Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours (naughty)
Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies
But in a pinch, guys can do the job too
Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough
Oops! Where was I going with that???
So my bottom line is this
Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly
I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed
Thank you all in advance for your concern!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When my friend and I finally got chicks, they decided to leave us.
My friend's name is Butt-Head and my name is Beavis.
I thought that I was pregnant even though I'm a boy.
Because Butt-head and I are stupid, people get annoyed.
I become the Great Cornholio when I eat too much sugar.
I'm actually a mental case who eats his own boogers.
When Butt-Head and I meet chicks, we're sure to sexually harass.
And if you have a teenage daughter, you'll end up kicking my ass.
If you meet us face to face, we're sure to cause great anxiety.
We are both juvenile delinquents who are threats to society.
Don't come near us or you'll get so mad that you'll cuss.
You will be happy and better off if you stay away from us.
(Inspired by the hit cartoon that was created by Mike Judge.)
Another dawn moment
Another dawn crime
Another act of violence
In a violent desperate time.
The firing squad paraded
On the killing ground
Every rifle charged but
One with a blank round.
They carried out the victim
Tied him to a chair
Filled full of whiskey
Just to get him there.
As one the rifles fired
On the officer’s shout
And then the firing squad
Marched off and fallen out.
Through each mind
A single thought was drilling
Pleas God I had the blank
So I didn't do this killing.
No such hope for the officer
Who, with strained white face,
Had with single revolver shot
Performed the Coup de Grace
Another dawn moment
Another dawn crime
Another act of violence
In a violent desperate time.
No attempt at understanding
No attempt at any care
It should have been Kitchener
Or Haigh tied to that chair
It was said that one weapon carried a blank so that nobody was certain whether or not they had actually carried out the execution.
Apparently towards the end, to stiffen morale, 5 or so officers faced the firing squad.
A Blanket of deception tightly coils the minds of most,
Unless you are enraptured by the Holy Ghost.
Pockets of disaster
Echo in their ears
Bondage comes through doubt, unbelief and fear.
Droplets of truth,
Make up one big ocean of lies
While injections of a suddenly
Keep most at stand by.
What will you do when the system fails?
When everything you’re banking on bails
What will you do when the pain outweighs the fun?
When calamity hits you
And there is nowhere to run.
Dreams are in the pavement
Your Security is in the breeze
Your only hope for survival
Will require you on your knees.
Self-righteous pursuits
Mindless endeavors
Not once did you question
Where your soul will rest in Forever.
Bought into the fallacy
That this life is actually reality
Driven by a system set on fire
Hailing a Father whose name means liar.
Your enlightenment is an imitation
He is one of God’s creations
Stringing you along for his own stimulation.
While you’re puffed up in your attire
He’s laughing at what you have allowed to transpire.
Lust for more
Opened that door
I would think twice about what he really has in store.
For the hour is just about here
And you grin thinking you got nothing to fear
Oh, foolish generation
You’re a product of vile manipulation
Blinded by the masses
I pray to God you grasp this
What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world
Then loses his only soul
you know it’s an eternal black hole?
All your intelligence made you quite dumb
You lost sight of the truth for a temporary lump sum
If your breathing there is still time
But most have a reprobate mind
The consequences for their iniquity
May cost them their everlasting victory.
By: Sabina Nicole
Forgive me, my friends
if I don't get back to you
quite as fast as I usually do
Because I'm a bit overwhelmed
at how international conflicts are swirling
So even though I know God's at the helm
I fight back when bombs and barbs at my people they're hurling...
One small request of you I have --
Look at a map of the Middle East:
Compare the area of the 23 Arab nations
with that of Israel, the size of Penn Station*
Yet with all that acreage of their own
The Arabs would kick the Jews out of their tiny home.**
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*Actually, Israel is about the size of New Jersey. I.e., a 'nothing.'
**Keep in mind that the nation of Israel was there 2,000+ years
before Mohammed's revelation, i.e., before the first Muslim Arab.
So many thoughts ran through my head,
I'd just received the phone call I had feared,
Can you drive me to the hospital Mum?
My eye is swollen and my arm is numb,
My heart I'm sure skipped a beat,
My stomach sank and my legs went weak,
Images ran through my mind,
I was scared of what I'd find,
Reassuring her I was heading her way,
I'll be there soon without delay,
Quickly arriving I went inside,
I took one look and I just cried,
Trying to be brave she said to me,
It's not too bad Mum I can still see,
My arm though it is actually numb,
Protecting my head is what I done,
He was kicking was all she said,
I asked her where? She said my head,
He didn't mean to do it now he feels bad,
He can't even look at me cause it makes him sad,
Imagining her scared and on the floor,
Begging him to stop, pleading no more,
That day I was torn apart,
I felt her pain in my heart,
A range of emotions flowed through me,
Of his hold she must break free,
The more I think the more I cry,
Wanting the answers as to why?
Why and what was going through his mind?
As he kicked my baby one more time.
I don’t know what I want right now
But I want it somehow
You must give it to me
Set me free
You love me too much
Not enough as such
I want more but less
We must figure out which is best
I want you, but I don’t
I want you to leave, but you won’t
I wish you would stay
Please don’t go away
You don’t really know me
I don’t know who to be
All your love has driven me mad
I am happy and yet sad
This love is so complicated
Over sophisticated
You don’t make any sense
You keep talking nonsense
We can work this thing through
Just be someone else & not you
I am actually fine
I just keep losing my mind
Only I can see what’s wrong
It’s you going on & on
You just don’t understand me
That’s the problem, don't you see?
I know we have something good
It’s written in blood
You make me smile
But now it’s over, if only for a while
You are immature with your feelings
You speak with many meanings
It’s time you grew up
I’ve put the kettle on, would you like a cup
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
If I only had one wish be granted me tonight,
To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight.
To be able to walk in high heeled shoes,
Not in Skechers, no, they give me the blues.
Nikes and running shoes were indeed my fate.
Dawn runs, next to the esteemed Golden Gate.
Dancing till dawn at Club Montmartre,
My life akin, to an expensive piece of art.
The clang of the cable cars rings in my ears.
Memories of those days, fill me with tears.
I can actually breathe life back into my regal past.
Ride a ferry boat, hoist high my heart’s mast!
Have you ever seen a metropolis glow at night?
Walking with your love in a hazed, foggy night?
That treasured city cast her spell on the poetess, that was to be.
San Francisco, I, no doubt will pen about you and love you, eternally!
3/8/2023
We need friends to pray for us…
… since they believe that God hears our cry for divine support
whenever we excruciate in downfall’s hurts along shame’s discomfort
sorrowfully begging for the Saviour's help, our ultimate resort---
and they lead us before the Almighty's gracious fort!
We need partners in our pursuits…
… acknowledging that we are one in our mission
whenever we seek companions to fight sins’ oppression
devoutly reaching-out with the Lord's provision---
and they are ready to lend their hand of compassion!
We need acquaintances…
… to surmount communication's challenging difficulty
whenever we want to hurdle calamity and physical infirmity
wholeheartedly yearning for cheerful sanity---
and they smile, greeting us with joy's purity!
We actually need each other…
… because no one can exist alone, considering human weakness;
whenever we try to struggle with relationship failures and worthlessness
grievously demanding for responsiveness---
we must strive to be the neighbor* who practices loyalty and faithfulness!
*Mark 12:30-31 And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.
February 5, 2023
3rd place, "Acquaintance and Neighborhood" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 2/20/2023.