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O October it seems even though thee pass capricing
like sometimes wert here
and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro
or what somehow oakening through- on breezes and
tides and sunlight stir and darkness.
And if thou be something still around I wished to be
the local sight of the moon here or amidst,
and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular
Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba,
and if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet
lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market,
for we love again and again this cheerness in October!.
I was riding on the range
And I was feeling pretty good.
All the cattle were behaving;
They were running like they
should.
The sun was just a-setting
In a blaze of orange and red.
And my dog was acting frisky
Like a pup that’s been well fed.
I had planned to build a campfire,
So I chopped myself some wood.
Then I cooked my steak and beans
And I can tell you they were good.
I pulled off my leather boots
You know the ones you buy in
town.
I took out my heavy blanket
And prepared to settle down.
With the stars shining so bright,
It’s the message of the heavenly light.
Shinning down on my face.
Telling me everything will be alright.
I shut my eyes to sleep.
Dreaming away the rest of my week.
if common sence was for sale most of us should buy in bulk.
because we been known to use ignorance as our little a joke.
the lack of knowelege will often cause your brain to revoke ,
for insanity is trying the same thing over again and exspecting different results.......
information is the key that heals all your woes,
for the less questions you ask the less you know........
so
when is common sence gonna sink thru,
stop letting people decide everything for you
dont you think you have a mine of your own ,
your not a kid anymore you're full grown.
yet you cant seem to get your life straight-
you dont need someones ok on every choice you make.
now if you ever want to stop so much in your life from going wrong`
tell them to mind their bussiness and leave yours alone
that way you'll stop living at others expense
and finally start using some common sense
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smell doth linger
That scent that drives us male dudes wild
You guys know of what I speak
Not stuff you can buy in a beauty salon
That oh so feminine mystique
It's really damn difficult to turn it off
The reason we act like buffoons
We succumb and act so silly and stuff
Often we even bay at the moon
Like a bunch of silly young teenage dudes
We stammer when trying to speak
Our faces turn red, we bump into things
Sometimes letting out little shrieks
There is a cure, it's called commitment
How dare I suggest such a thing
There's just got to be a much simpler way
Perhaps a one night ring-a-ding-ding
All the ladies of Poetry Soup
Have me wrapped around their fingers
Pulling me along by my big proboscis
As their lady smell doth linger
© Jack Ellison 2014
When I was fifteen,
I did some tweak.
A line for breakfast,
That's all I would eat.
Doing speed makes
You skinny and weak.
Every night you battle,
To just get some sleep.
You slip into addiction,
You have variety.
It doesn't take long,
The realm of anxiety.
The hustle and bustle
Become a daily routine.
I don't know how I made
Through my teens.
I love to smoke some,
Dank-ass weed.
It had a calming effect
On the speed.
My friends have a
Stash of Xanax.
Just in case one
Of us start to panic.
We are all sick with
The disease.
We do meth, coke, acid
Alcohol and weed.
You have a habit,
You start selling drugs.
This opens the door for
The thieves and thugs.
A bunch of lost souls,
With a touch of freak.
This is how it is when
You choose the tweak.
They smile and lie right
To your face.
Forty years later,
You're still keeping pace.
You buy in bulk,
You get a better deal.
Selling drugs was easy,
Just keeping it real.
Turbo1904?
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
These words aren’t labeled confidential,
they are perfume on me clean and pure.
Walk away if you think I’ll downgrade,
I am not some low model robot;
Not gonna take the straw bed you made,
I won’t suffer your distressing cot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Thriving’s the result of essential,
it ends the need to simply endure.
The joie de vivre that’s been delayed ,
soaked firewood that has been left to rot;
White hot ideas are doomed to fade
when we buy in to a tragic plot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Excitement should be exponential,
not hidden fine print on a brochure.
Can’t truly live when you are afraid,
mild mannered is one thing I am not;
Weave hard work and drive into a braid,
that detailed design is a sure shot.
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope
1. The stand of old growth Melalucas, graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years, accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.
“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow.
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need to buy in Winter."
Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies.
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.
2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day
of the New Year. They cut a long swathe
but on the dam are left a large row, marked by me,
for sanctuary.
They cast reflections on the still water.
3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps. Prophetically, the car
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears.
“You must know, these are protected trees.”
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’
His scowling looks are an indictment.
4. For months the operation was on hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing.
Flocks of water-birds occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded,
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees
had once stood. A network of roots underground had signaled
a catastrophe. New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land.
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so grass could grow.
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones.
The hoary frosts have come. The envelope containing the D P I’s
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture.
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood.
The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.
Suzanne Delaney
365 words
Four legged people are indispensable and pride of our native land
With a pair of forelegs, they move forward with their gifted mind
They completely compensated their weaknesses with their creative hands
Making native products and handcrafts for tourists to buy in souvenir stands
Nov. 17,2012
*pair of forelegs means the pair of crutches/the four wheels of a wheelchair
Note:
A dedication to physically handicapped brothers and sisters who shared their aesthetic skills in making native products, art works or handicrafts being sold in different beauty spots of our country.
8th Place Winner
Contest: Four, For, Fore
Judged: 11/22/12
Poet Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Poet Sponsor
if common sence was for sale
most of us should buy in bulk
.because we been known to use ignorance
as our little a joke
.and
the lack of knowelege will often cause your brain to revoke
,for insanity is trying the same thing over again
and exspecting different results.......
so
information is the key that heals all your woes,
then
for the less questions u ask the less u know........
so
when is common sence gonna sink thru
,and you
stop letting people decide things for you.
dont you think you have a mine of your own ,
you're not a kid anymore you're full grown.
yet you cant seem to get your life straight-
you dont need someones ok on every choice you make.
now if you ever want to stop
so much in ur life from going wrong`
tell everyone to mind their bussiness
and leave yours alone
Salt it
Pepper it with kisses
Assault it (but only when bad)
Throw it at an awful actor
Throw it away if it talks back
Believe in it like God and country
Pray to it for peace
Beat it.....Fry it.....Please it...Ease it into a pan
Speak to it in English (on a dish)
Boil or spoil it at your own risk
Roll it down a hill or mountain or under a bus for luck
Haiku it like this in 5-7-5 syllabication
oval one fragile
crack the morning open sun
scramble to that end
Eat egg with toast, bacon, coffee and other friends
Toss one up for a lunar landing or farther off to Mars
Color it at Easter
Give it as a gift at Christmas
Refrigerate it when not in use
Put it in a cake with others to be baked
Souffle it if it looks French, (Never feed it to real men)
Serve it as it serves you
Put it on a shopping list to buy in 12 days
Purchase another one (They come in dozens)
Save the other 11 for a rainy day
*Authors Note: John Gray- PhD and writer says that Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. What might he say about the egg? We may never know. It is suggested it comes from the store or from the chicken...that is, if the egg did not come first. (It is still delicious.)