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Married to a typical middle class family, my life was miserable. Everyone criticized me constantly, I would often cry. I felt I was useless, I did not deserve to live. I contemplated suicide.
criticize never
low self esteem depression
unpleasant outcome
Then my son was born. He followed the bandwagon. One day he told me, "Prove you are good otherwise I will not stay with you".
I was shocked. How miserable he must be feeling from inside!
I instantly responded, "Prove that I am bad. Tell me ten bad things I have done."
righteous deeds
ever cool calm and fearless
clear conscience
After few minutes of pondering he could not find anything. He asked, "Mom you are so good, still why people always criticize you?"
I replied, "I don't know. But you ruined your peace because you didn't use your brain and blindly followed others. Always use your brain. Think and act. Never copy."
blind faith mocks ones brain
following without thinking
disastrous results
If I had told him all are bad, there would have been no difference between others and me.
Criticism breeds hatred and robs peace and joy. I strongly believe however bad others may be we have to be good.
don't do tit for tat
all are punished for sins
God has no mercy
He saw how I was polite and helpful towards everyone. He automatically imbibed those habits. Now he has lots of respect for me and says his mother is the best.
be a role model
practice what you preach to kids
shape noble human
My son got the best students award in school last year. Moment he told me about it, I cried out of happiness.
virtuous living
bliss calmness and inner peace
happiness in end
Contest Name Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Date: 8/28/2020
ILLUSIONS
Written by: D. Collins 4/19/17
I sit back and hear experts speak of America’s might.
Yet, none have seen a foxhole in a serious fight.
They haven’t a problem in offering up our sons.
No one has ever survived in fighting multiple fronts.
If North Korea is bombed, what do you think China would do?
Jump on the bandwagon and come to our rescue?
They would seriously think that they are next.
There would be havoc reeked coming from the West.
Try bombing Syrian planes parked at a Russian base.
Would Putin get involved without a moment’s waste?
That intervention would actually come from the East.
Tag-Teaming America like Satan’s ordained beasts.
Let’s not forget the Allies that we have pissed off.
Will they come a calling because we ran our mouth?
I doubt it seriously, of which, I’m willing to bet.
‘Cause we’ll be in no position to write them a check.
Contrary to what the naysayers say
Happy is definitely a choice
So pay no attention to all those people
Kick up your heels and rejoice
This old world's been around forever
It's here for some time to come
Might as well be happy, enjoy your stay
Even if you fall on your bum
Now which scenario is more appealing
Singing and waking up with a smile
Or grumbling and always moping around
Time to stop acting like a child
There are no free passes in this here life
Must earn your trip up to Heaven
So jump on that happiness bandwagon
Contentment will be yours till the end
© Jack Ellison 2012
11/14/22
It needs to be correctly retold
The problems came three fold
In came an extreme cold
Across the land beginning to seize hold
Giving nearly ever leaf mold
Nearby a market where there was meat sold
Experienced first hand or seen through a peephole
That was thousands of years or just a week old
In order to get it done, didn't always need gold
Droning on
According to you it was wrong
But not to GOD
Nor any dog
Regardless moving along
Staying strong
Beyond dusk and dawn
This world's f***ed up, I'm gone
Why do they always bandwagon?
What happened?
Zero if any compassion
Nobody asked them
Yet so quick to voice their hate about my actions
If only you could imagine
Sad that they laugh and backstab quick
My impact is
Like that of the Kracken
Combined with a Dragon
It's often a crap-shoot
That's the truth
Having nothing or everything to do with Black boots
Grassroots
Or Jackfruit
Feeling sad with the blues
Why is it that far too often it's bad news
NOW THAT WE ARE AWAKE
Now that we are awake –
We had all the long while
Been in deep dreamless slumber
And while we were still
Still slumbering in our
Unreal bed of red roses
They planned, practised and projected
What “tomorrow” would likely bring
Now that we have realized with pain
That the “tomorrow” we failed to plan for
Has changed herself to “today”
We watch with mouth agape
As their deep buried conduit pipes
In our land of milk and honey
Drain the natural resources
That had sustained our life hitherto
Shall we fold our arms, do nothing or
Jump on the mass exodus bandwagon
While they milk our land dry?
Can we by this endless wailing
And tearful row and retorts
Within and outside our shores
Free our land, our people
From their firm and hurting grip?
Can we by mere declaration of innocence
Wish away the doom that looms?
Now that we are awake
Let’s answer these questions sincerely
As we continue to search for freedom.
Mine fervent aspiring political activism...
Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate,
cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.
Scant hours after posting Facebook message
Monday February 17, 2020
(regarding becoming linkedin
among Bernie Sanders's supporters
within Southeastern Montgomery Pennsylvania
hinting genuine motive (mine of course)
to join local grassroots bandwagon
electing catapulting aforementioned
Democratic candidate president,
into Oval Office
overwhelmingly elected
Tuesday November 3, 2020
an unexpectedly pleasant forthcoming response
(courtesy Jon Hall seven nine five eight at gmail)
informed yours truly transcendently, telepathically
inspired debate watch party
would be (accompanied when in full swing)
by most popular contra dance bands,
and eminently choreographed counting
topnotch cadres of policy wonks
upstairs at Molly Maguire's Irish Restaurant
(197 Bridge Street,
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania)19460
slated for Wednesday
March 19th, 2020 at 2000 hours military time.
Guess what dear readers...?
Yours truly, (an aging,
albeit eternally youthful
long haired pencil necked geek)
never experienced sought after fraternization
think ennobling rite of northwest passage
comprising electrifying informality
getting plugged into self-described
indomitable enthralling brouhaha
starring none other than
Democratic socialist and independent senator
from Green Mountain state
(by Samuel de Champlain in 1647)
Bernie Sanders exuding vim and vinegar
at age seventy eight
heartily hailing (no kidney ying)
who served in government since 1981.
I showed up at designated place
and specified time,
and got politely informed
courtesy young attractive hostess,
no such arousing, inspiring, spine tingling...
commingling of eager electorates slated,
thus overzealousness (mine)
bit the dust i.e. never got kickstarted.
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
Women of the early 1900’s should have been justifiably outraged
Owned like chattel by their men
Elections were held willy nilly
And if you did not have a willy, you were eliminated
The rare woman who thought she should be
a voter, was not even a contender for a listening ear.
Treated rather like a hog, pig, or a cow.
Ostracized by both men and other women.
Women who were given a glimpse of what
could be, by stand-up liberated women like
Susan B. Anthony did not automatically jump on the bandwagon of liberation. These loud obnoxious free-thinking women were no doubt annoying to socialized women whose February was filled with valentine chocolates and love notes rather than protests and marches. Why did the uppity women insist on equal rights and the right to vote?
Many of the well-behaved women were irritated and outraged
by the uppity attitude of these liberated women, encouraging their men
to throw these loud vulgar rabble rousers into jails.
They strongly encouraged the punitive efforts enforced on these troublemakers. Glaringly on board and fearful of change, many women were not yet ready to admit they were equal in wisdom or feelings of their men.
Sadly they did not recognize their worth or take a stand against oppression and did not insist on the right to vote for many years. Adding to the confusion of our masochistic society which even today has not allowed a woman to be President.
Resolutions
Repentance of things past and present, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”.
Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against, and prayed about. I shall determine that my voice be heard more by both God in prayer, and by my fellow man.
Salvation of the human race is not a given, but we must seek powers higher than our own. It shall be my intent to further awareness that without Christ “We” are lost, and when left to our own devices, we will never be found.
Options shall be my pathway to channels unknown before, but presently golden opportunities. Unacceptable behavior and destructive forces should not be left alone, because they’ve always been that way, and “because we’ve always done it that way”.
Lucky shall not be any dream of mine, but I with the Almighty shall prosper and assist many. The harder I work, and the more I pray, and the kinder I become, the luckier I get.
Until everyone knows, I shall consider it my duty to tell them that they are loved by God. The knowledge of God and His love for us changes everything.
Teachable is what I have always wanted to be, and the future me shall be no less.
The wisdom that comes from God is teachable and affords us the ability To go beyond being understood, and opens our hearts to understand.
Immovable shall be the word for the values that must never perish, and that I forever cherish. Descending from a generation of “Absolutes”, and pushed onto a bandwagon of “Situation Ethics”, I shall continue with values that do not change like the wind.
Onward and upward I shall go, more bolder, ever hopeful, unselfish, and never looking back. Regardless of the destruction and pain that I see, there is a world of promise just ahead.
Never giving up, in, or out; never doubting truth; never allowing evil to persist without a fight. I will continue utilizing the scales of solid truth that shall outlast the fading vapors of evil.
Solutions to mankind’s problems were gifted to every generation, and I too shall assist for the good. You and I are gifts on loan by God Almighty to our generation, and we must use them to make our world a haven of love and peace.
12092015 PS Contest, Resolutions)
I cried for help
They called it attention
Worsening how I felt
hurting a horrid situation only had myself
I struggle to describe my pain
So they label me a liar
I felt but could not explain
as depression killed desire
I would be the first to stand at their side
support regardless as though family
many times this act applied
but never offered back to me
truth is people let me down
failed me falsely bailing out
turned to mock
took easy shots
care not not forgot
push to ground
until I left without a sound to never be back around
They say it was in my head
but they all enjoyed a laugh
bandwagon of nasty said
worst friends a man can have
So now I act a total ttyit without a thought for all
thank you to the narcissists don’t care if I’m a fool
I felt like one around you lot of inward looking tools
your reputation fake but saved as down the hill I fall
Why would I care when this world enjoys my pain
that was then
now I’m gucked enjoy it just the same
I can’t cry for help
I can’t cry for help
Within your actions I saw the truth
I’ll use them not words as proof
cus anyone can say a saying
different to intent behaviour
State that I was faking it
take my heart and breaking it
make no mistake I take and take
still I'm awake and proud
I'd rather openly be a clown
than fake hiding truth to be exposed to the whole damn town
I won't be involved at all as I seek too reach potential
but karma can be wonderful and it comes back around