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Premium Member Witch Hellganya

Hellganya was the busiest young witch I have ever seen.
She knew what she wanted and went after it with guff. 
I will borrow bark from the McDoogles and the McClean. 
I watched her travel from house to house borrowing stuff. 

If it is borrowing, will you be bringing it back? I asked her. 
She laughed at my naivety and thumped me on the head.
Like I would return this snake and that mangy cur.
I was entranced by her confidence, which was well fed.

Come on Cat she yelled to her sidekick, we’ve got a potion to brew.
Of course, I knew that it was stealing – borrowing it was not, 
But I went along for I have wanted the recipe for her magic stew.
So with cat dog and snake we rode away to her magic pot spot.
Form: Rhyme


If Your Mountains Should Crumble

If your mountains should crumble
To the world's finest sand
If your oceans should run dry
And become arid land

If the weight of the world
Becomes too much to bear
May that weight become lighter
Much lighter than air

If your path should need straightened
Should you stumble and fall
I'll help lift you up
Help you walk and not crawl

If you feel all alone
In the busiest place
And the darkness of nightfall
Should cover your face

For deep in the distance
A light you shall see
You won't be alone
For that light will be me

Forever and ever
I'd do it again 
I can't thank you enough
For being my friend
Form: Rhyme

Sometimes It's Hard Being a Poet

Sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
Writing your lines
on the busiest day
Spilling your thoughts
on the page as you know it
Even those days
you’ve got nothing to say

Words are just words
I heard somebody saying
I don’t agree
when they come in this style
Poetic words that
a poets’ displaying
Often bring tears
but they often bring smiles

There in their mind
where these ideas flourish
So many things can
come into their view
Ideas grow out of
moments to cherish
Those who might need
something wonderfully new

Wandering lines
in an unending ramble
Stirred in a pot,
spun around in a swirl
Or like an egg that
each morning you scramble
Sunnyside up for
a boy and a girl

Still we will write as
our world comes a’ crashing
Rubble and bricks
fall headfirst to the ground
Mayhem and madness
our smiles are slashing
When all is lost
and no hope can be found

Yes, sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
But in the end
it is what we must do
Taking these scenes
to a friend now to show it
Especially when I find
that friend is you
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Santa Smokes Pot

Retired and happy as a piggy in poop
P-Soup is definitely the cause
Without all my friends I've come to know
Known as dear old Santa Claus

My favourite and busiest time of the year
Is just a few weeks away
Visiting you guys and your little kiddies
Spreading joy on Christmas day

Happy as a piggy in poop is not usually
Associated with Santa and stuff
But this Santa is a real down to earth Santa
A little warmer he'd come in the buff

Hope no kiddies are reading this poem
Might destroy their image of me
Now you know why Santa's really so happy
Smokes pot and is happy as can be

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Searching For Nothing

Searching For Nothing


I like holidays when nothing is celebrated.
The streets are empty and Pigeons burst from cover
as I walk down wide boulevards, eagerly searching solitude.

No buses, no commuters, no human distractions to distort
my personal oblivion. Precisely this moment is what I crave,
free to squander empty thoughts, filled with nothing.

Then it floats into my head… where should I go?
well... anywhere is the answer I’m looking for. Then I’ve arrived
at my special place, where it all makes sense.

If I choose, I can walk across the busiest intersection,
only inspiration, crosses my path. Maybe head back across the 
same street, and still, only possibilities enter my mind.

Solitude is purity… those Pigeons I startled earlier,
landed anywhere they wanted,
and so did I.    



07/07/10
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Romantic Poem

He's the classic busiest bummed bee,
Work members close enough not to swallow,
Some business pursues far from his body,
Their thoughts cease, naught his, she always, follow.

She soar the skies as her duty's promise,
Perpetuity o'er her trusting beau,
White feathers sure faith like St. Thomas, 
Stinger pleased tradeoff for wings, ... love to ... grow.

Since their first meet, a love story is told,
Distant and flighty, not really quite so,
Sweetest start, bitter end, somber bells tolled,
Never dare edit just best left to glow.

Romantic readers love its status quo,
Shakespeare best, “Juliet and Romeo.”
Form: Sonnet

Silent Thoughts

Right here and there
I never wanted to be alive
This living thing traps my emotions
Turning them into devotion
I can never tell
If this is really what I planned for
Or something that everyone wants out of me
Expectations hourly for productivity
How the flip am I supposed to do
With all of this pressure to live
I clearly can’t pretend to be happy
I’m in deep sheets of pits
I’m struggling daily to breath as I’m hoping one day I’ll stop breathing
I’m suffocating my body daily
Just for it to just die
I’d walk into the busiest roads just to be hit by a car
Nothing happens they just turn to be concerned
I’d hang myself with different ropes
Nothing happens I just keep on falling
I think it’s the weight whatever it doesn’t work
I’d drink all kinds of pills I could find in this house
Nothing happens they turn to just clean my tummy
I’d cut myself while I’m taking a bath
Nothing happens because someone wants to take a dump
Now they knock to annoy me and walk in
I’d walk at night scouting for danger even if I’m stabbed or whatever
I’d make sure that I’m attracting strangers
And guess what
Instead of stranger danger it becomes a stranger friend/motivator/healer/prophet/preacher
I’d sleep take what is called a mini “Nap”
I swear I try by all means not to be awake
I’ll be leading my soul to leave my body
Trying by all means to walk in any gates that leads
To death
Entertaining any spirit out there
Just for it to take over my body
Because wow my life
Is based on true story horrors
It’s so horrific for me to even
Ask to die I can’t keep in touch
I know this all sounds like a suicidal mentality
I’m tired being monitored to be alive
Tormenting this little heart that’s filled with scrap
It’s like I have a mini panel beater inside
Just to help my heart beat 

When reality kicks in
I never wanted to be
Here at the first place
I never asked to be awake
I never asked to be alive 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

Makes Me Nervous

Makes Me Nervous
 
  The busiest highway runs
  as usual but alongside it
  pin drop silence of death
  spreads feathers at Chicken-stalls
  makes me nervous.

   The caged roosters were
   fasting , praying silently
   No chatting, no matting,
   No smile , no excuse
   Makes me nervous.

  Not welcome traffic brakes
  Stops breaths for once 
  It will be claim life one of them 
  No friendship, no break up
  Makes me nervous.

   The cage which was full of
   Lives at the daybreak
   Regret it was empty at the dusk.
   No right to fight for life or love
   Makes me nervous.

  The poor creature stare
  Every new stops helplessly
  To sacrifice his life for taste.
  No complain , no desire
  Makes me nervous.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member ouch

I try …

I do
stay busy
fill time with things that occupy
my mind and muscles
take care of Mom
write
practice guitar 
clean and organize
publish
back to the studio and
music production
stay busy
busier
busiest …
but even then
every time I turn around
each place I go
each thing I do
each activity I undertake
YOU were a part of -
made it special
made it joyous
made it shine …

from opening my
pied peepers to start the day
to laying down my noggin
weary … or not
every little moment held
the magic of your smile
the energy of your gentle spirit
and the promise of a day
supplemented with
your sweet aura
and unconditional -
unqualified -
love
and no matter WHAT I do
no matter how I fill my time
that critical element of my
waking moments
is GONE
forever
and that reality slaps
me in the face a
hundred hundred times a day
and always will.

there are times
when the pain is so intense that
I wish I didn’t have a heart -
that I didn’t feel or care or need
or have the
capacity for affection -
but then I realize that I’ve just
erased everything in my
life that is worth being
alive FOR …

I miss you more
than words can express
and the hole you left in my being
can never, ever be filled
but even after your passing
you continue to teach me
this one undeniable and
unshakable actuality:
that LOVE is
by far
the greatest force in the Universe
and more timeless
more formidable
more tenacious and true
than even …

death.

As time goes by

Time seems to pass so quickly
Theese days
So many things to do 
Sometimes not enough time to see the suns rays 
We work hard do what we have to do
 but before we know it the day is almost through
But in all the busiest times know God still stays close to you.
Our God is loving and very thoughtful too
He knows our situations and knows its not easy
An old saying I heard
Was people saying I dont have time to breath
Sometimes we feel like we never get a minute
As time goes by
But know God sticks beside us and brings joy
When circumstances make you feel like you could cry
As time goes  by
 things work out in the end
Because God will always be our one true friend
His time is different from our timeing 
His time is always right
On to his promises always hold tight. 

A song by Don moen
That is very encouraging is titled
In his time
 Amen
Form: Rhyme

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