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Welcome To The 21st. Century
(by Joan Donnelly Ellis October 22 2015)
Have you ever felt separated from society,
Through no known fault of your own,
Because there's been a decline in social gatherings,
Since messaging's increased via internet and cell phone ?
Have you ever sensed a change in home environment,
Where once true love's expressions were the norm,
And now anger lounges with anxiety and depression ?
Seems no escape from the silent, deadly storm.
Spending time alone was once a good thing,
Timeout to rejuvenate , get restored to vigor fresh,
A vacation well deserved and necessary,
Getting back into the Spirit and shedding the loathsome flesh.
But you feel your life and energy depleting , feel wasted,
From the isolation you've become a prisoner, a borderline cuckoo
Avoiding all personal contact with those once treasured loved ones ,
You at insatiable computer, while devils siphon brains and add to poisoned brew.
Do you suppose you might suffer from agoraphobia ,
Subconsciously grounding yourself to house arrest?
Realise if you persist in mutilating love and freedom.
The further from all that's worthy of your devotion you will digress.
anger - bridge between hate and aggression
aggression - workable part of hate
think before you trample on
re-think before you quit feeling
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
sometimes to sink is right thing to do
going down does not stand necessary for abyss
it could be your exodus
salvation
relief
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
surface is mutilated
carved
polluted
it's spitting infant's dreams on the shore
under feet of our ignorance
immune we are
there's nothing left to die for
our future
spat in the shore
maybe one day
a child will happen
raise that conch
and hear -
don't worry, I have an army of angels keeping us safe
He approaches me with want in his eye,
“Didn’t we just do this?” I bid with a sigh,
I contest that we ventured a marathon mile,
His gleam is so perfect with a downward smile.
How can I resist such a simple request?
The joy beats deeply in his quivering chest,
It is me who he chose to share private time,
My fruitless resistance is a borderline crime.
Excitement is growing as I no longer fight,
I rise to the occasion and turn out the light,
His tail and wet tongue provide doting talk,
I grab the red leash as we go for a walk.
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Contest Entry: It Was a Beautiful Affair
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Results: 6th Place
I think it's genius
when a person can
see beyond the veil
as they used their gifts
in the most creative way,
in imperiling the darkness
in a jesting way.
This is what we call comedy.
There are many but
few will dare to speak out.
The few to speak out
are the most noble ones
with the heart of a lion.
Bernie Mac,
Dave Chappelle,
Kat Williams,
Eddie Griffin,
Richard Pryor,
Jim Carrey,
Redd Foxx,
Lenny Bruce,
Dick Gregory,
The Smothers Brothers,
There's more,
but I would like to say, gratitude
for carrying the torch
of illumination in
exposing the darkness.
Thank you for never
backing down when the
odds were against you
as you stared into
the face of temptation.
Heart pumping faster
than a cheater chasing
it victim. Blood on
the borderline of hypertension.
Out of the blue,
things became peculiar,
and frightening, as their
intuition, forewarned them,
ahead of time. Leaving
them in a state of distress,
they became agitated and startled.
As these events were unexpected,
it lead them, not to trust anyone
again, but it was to late.
Spiritually, they received
their rewards for their
bravery and courage deeds.
There's only a few of
them that still persist,
as the hyenas secretly
tries to silence them.
...Now human cloning is always borderline,
but it this case all agreed to it, fast,
a chance to disprove a major religion,
what academic would pass up that?
A good many of them seemed rather glad,
but they all agreed to do this in secret,
they had to be sure, and were not there yet.
They took the DNA, and a donor egg,
in the artificial womb they both went,
a new machine the size of a van,
that, ironically, many thought heaven-sent,
since it had brought abortion to an end.
A device that had saved so many lives…
now used to disprove all religion’s ‘lies.’
About a year in the child looked like
a small boy, somewhere around six years old.
one day Pete looked in, and felt uncertain,
had for a while, if the truth be told,
and said to Tom, who by now felt quite bold,
“I know you are smart, have lots of degrees,
but have you really thought what this might unleash?”
“It will final show superstitious folk
that no deity will ever be real,”
said Tom as if talking to a child,
“And that with facts and reason they must deal,
and that the world does not care how they feel.”
Pete sighed and said, “How have you gone so far
without knowing people, what we really are?”
Tom just scowled at the janitor’s words,
then he snapped back,”Aren’t you on the clock?”
He didn’t say more, didn’t get him fired,
as a worker he was solid as a rock,
but like most men had a head like a block.
Tom refocused on the task before him,
another year passed, they prepared to go in.
Thanks to advances in technology,
growth in DNA they could accelerate,
which means in two years Tom’s people had grown
what took a normal person two decades,
though they could not, in this way, educate.
So what came out would be a large baby,
and not some living god, all people would see.
They were planning a big reveal next week,
but for Tom that just wasn’t soon enough,
he’d put so much effort in this project,
put in long hours, done the media stuff,
he wanted to see the results so much…
He went in late one night while Pete cleaned the room,
and boldly opened the Artificial Womb...
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
I invited my oldest daughter to dinner for her half birthday.
It was highly embarrassing when she wrestled me to
The ground for the check, and I landed in some guy’s lap.
Sorry, I said. “This is my daughter.”
She glared at me.
“Why did you do that?” she asked me.
“Why did you bite my hand?” I asked back. “I have not had a tetanus shot.”
“You had one last February, remember?”
I suddenly remembered who FORCED me in to get one, because she did
not (prissy voice now) “Want her mother to get lock jaw.”
I had screamed and wailed and begged and sniffled and sobbed.
It did me no good. I got the shot that hurt less than my wailing and sobbing had.
“And could I please have my credit card back now?” I asked Miss Aggressive.
The waitress turned and looked when I said that, so I stuck out my tongue.
I had told her up front I would be paying, after all.
“Do you want to go shopping?” my daughter asked.
“I can’t,” I replied. “You have my credit card.”
So we looked at the dessert menu, but everything
was costly, and we both knew we would end up on the
floor again, maybe in sumo diapers, and we were too full
to wrestle without guaranteed bouts of flatulence the next time.
So we went to her house and watched six TV shows she wanted
me to “see” in about forty-two minutes.
Oh, my, you ask, how does anyone watch six TV shows in less than
an hour?
Easy when your daughter has the remote, and fast forwards through all
the parts she already saw that were “too boring to see” which means you
get to see some of the beginning, maybe a minute in the middle,
and if you are very lucky, the ending. Another enjoyable evening
with an assertive-borderline-aggressive-beyond-belief daughter
who obviously takes after her daddy’s side of the family.
I took her gift back, and went home.
It might be her birthday, but she did not deserve a gift,
due to blatant arrogance and having to be in charge of me.
No one else EVER tries to be in charge of me!
I dread the bleak dark end-of days when I end up at her mercy,
days in the future, when I cannot see out, or walk or talk, and she is my jailer.
Maybe she will deserve this birthday gift next year but I doubt it.
I have brought this birthday gift over six years in a row, and as
you can see, the less-aggressive one still has it.
A border is a line drawn in the sand
Constantly shifting if you have time to see
A personality is a borderline ebbing
Time ceaselessly flowing us away
One side unreachable as the far shore
The other, all that is good, so secure
Righteousness is our scarlet letter
Which side am I on today without a center?
Without a tether my territory dissolves
The shifting sand erases my lines
Nations are defined by treaties and borders
The other side infidels wanting harm
Good people never go to the edge
Soldiers and the depressed are conscripted
We with our life line stretched to breaking
We, the few, dig another line in the sand
We with guns and the other with party favors
They beguile us with spirits and Camels
They say it’s always Christmas in the trenches
They say give us a smoke and spam
In return, they’ll give us a light and relief
Above us the constellations laughing
We down below make cat's cradles
The planets and stars party hard regardless
When the full moon descends we’ll battle
We draw lines in the dark thinking we're Alamo
The children of Eve know no celebration
We all have work to do after the last drink
So, I’ll man my guns hoping for another meter
You shall not cross this borderline
But I’m the infidel and the righteous
We draw borders around the globe
We draw a line between us and them
Whether we are Axis or Allies
Here is Africa and the Continent
Between me and the better me is me
Without borders I am whole
With a line, I divide me from me
So, I draw a circle in the sand
And the dunes outside laugh
Sandstorms are ignorant of lines
I’ll then draw a circle large enough
Enough to hold both hemispheres
Hoping space will respect my space
Till only the edge of the universe is left
Outside its borders is the unknown
In time I’ll have no borders
When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
characterized by abnormal
and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past
and other ones behavior.
Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid
and borderline.
Axis I disorders, on the other hand, include depression
and schizophrenia mental illnesses
thought to be less pervasive but more acute.
When Jane and Jonny you have lately come,
and all now know you both may have it, is P.D.
And you posses a very different personality,
and have at least one thing, in trust, all commons have.
Your mental illness will not for you for me remit.
Without professional intervention or medication,
behavior modification, death can likely end interdiction.
And exactly what that intervention should consist of
has there remained a subject for her/his long night debates
and his grows even shorter still.
This, along with the disorders' notoriety for being hosted,
problematic when at best it is to treat,
has posed challenges to their successful heartfelt resolution,
or at least known, knew to differant property lays in management.
When your personality disorder exhibits chronic,
pervasive problems
and getting along with other needful people.
View each book as a history book
and show the Nile,
but never hide the flower from the source,
nor the tree the burning bush.
James McLain Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.
Joseph Campbell
A calm, unpretentious, breathtaking connection,
A hypnotic glimpse of Zen-alike delightful flection.
Spirit healing serenade into the borderline,
A serenity of a viable pond is lost in perfection.
The laconic calmness that is invoked and divine.
A magic soul, soaring in sync with heaven's shine,
untying of mind and soul from bowing emptiness.
A sigh of solace is followed by another whine.
Achieving inner peace and tackling stealthiness.
Silky ripples, awash in tranquility and richness,
Innate calm is layered with rustical sylvan charm.
Embraced by the arms of unwavering prettiness,
Words began to ooze from the scarlet smarm.
This work was iconic; I've never seen a palm.
She moved ecstatically; she had no tale to tell.
Defeating demons and surviving a swarm
Dance, dance akin to a child before he fell.
Lose your inhibitions below orbs and spell
In the glow of affection, dance to the glee.
Dance, dance, as a baby learns to quell
Dance is a trick to happiness and ecstasy.
Dance is the dialect of a huge banshee.
Dance is a specific way to discover your mood.
Dancing before a kid is dangling on his knee.
Written: April 02, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
It's difficult, but please try to understand,
my behaviour is something I cannot command.
At first I'll be serene like a sweet daydream,
but then unstable and intensely extreme.
Enter at your own risk, but be aware,
loving me can turn into a nightmare.
I'm like a grenade, don't pull my trigger,
I'll explode your mind with raging rigor.
My infatuation is like poetic idealisation,
but feeling unloved leads to devaluation.
The first hint of believing you're quitting,
will result in my psyche automatically splitting.
When I begin to feel like I'm not good enough,
I'll try to push you away and call your bluff.
You may label my actions as pathetic dumbness,
but this is me feeling empty with numbness,
so I make no apologies for the ghosting silence,
when my demons set restrictions like sly tyrants.
I try to block out regular paranoid suspicions,
so don't think I'm petty when setting conditions,
but with abandonment issues, I struggle to trust.
Please be sensitive as being patient is a must.
Be warned, my moods are regularly inconsistent.
My double standards may make you feel distant.
I need constant reassurance that you are only mine,
because insecurities make my sanity decline.
I don't want you to suffer like lovers who came before.
When I want to leave, don't let me run out of the door.
I just want to be loved with all my flaws accepted,
instead of being rejected, lonely and neglected.
Treat me gently and my self doubt will settle,
love me sincerely and I'll bloom like a precious petal.
Silent One
28 September 2021