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Everyone needs a break from routine
It can drive us right to the brink
The stresses we feel just trying to get through
Are enough to drive us to drink
Doesn't take much, could be quite simple
Like changing the order of things
May not seem much but sure does wonders
For one's erratic mood swings
Maybe drive a different route to the office
Have lunch at 1:00 instead of 12:00
There are a myriad of things we can do each day
That we discover the deeper we delve
The mental health of each of us individuals
Will improve by leaps and bounds
Just a small change in our daily routine
Is usually enough I've found
So write me and tell me how you make out
Here's wishing you much success
The effort can be small but the benefits are big
In alleviating your daily stress
© Jack Ellison 2014
Hello so quickly turns into goodbye, in my last 39 minutes on this earth,
Memories swirl through my mind, starting at my birth.
Childhood dreams and meeting my Prince Charming,
Days of rising early turned into years, quite alarming.
Playing house with tiny feet’s patter,
and laughter’s sweet sound,
In our modest 900 square-foot home, love was found.
Bursting at the seams; hope filled every nook,
Through lean years and hardship, I kept turning the page in my book.
Running full speed ahead, by leaps and bounds—reliving moments so precious,
The race against the clock saw me searching through nooks and crevices,
Celebrating many milestones—everything was right,
Ignoring the inevitable, staring me in the face was the fading light.
The mirror reflects the lines in my face, etched by years’ demand,
My hands, now worn and frail in braving life’s commands.
Reflecting on the dreams and hopes I once held dear,
Cherishing the laughter that wiped away each tear.
Taking each laboured breath, savouring life’s last song,
These 39 lines echo as the end draws near— time to say so long.
Soon, I will be making my way come nightfall.
Where my loved ones await, I hear the homecoming call.
One last feeble smile, one last tender kiss,
Surrounded by family I will forever miss.
My heart swells, my hands relax on my last embrace,
My time is near, as I leave with grace.
Oh, if only I knew—when time was still in view—that 39 minutes would be so very few.
If I could turn back time, I would hold you so much closer.
If only I knew, I would have been so much wiser.
I would have slowed down the days, let each moment unfold,
I would have walked in the rain, danced through the storm of life, and been bold.
I would have tasted each sweet kiss, and drunk from love’s sweet vine,
I would have treasured your embrace that was so divine.
A lifetime’s worth,
Here on earth,
Showtime’s close,
My final rose.
I would have written a different chapter, though now it’s coming to an end,
I will hold close the memories and make a few amends.
As I take a bow, right on cue, let the curtains fall.
My last breath, the final call.
It is so beautiful
It get it`s beauty from God
God has given it colour from rainbow
It`s smell is from the scent of God
God has given a blessing to it
The blessing is it get it`s charm
When someone by leaps and bounds
Takes it`s bloom from rosarium
What is it which is used with love
It`s a rose .......
Rose of certain colours have a special meaning
A red rose signifies love,beauty,courage and respect
Deep pink rose is gifted as a symbol of appreciation and thanks
Desire,enthusiasm and passion are conveyed by the orange rose
While the lavender coloured rose is linked with love at first sight
The most exquisite is the white rose
It stands for purity,innocence and humility
Among all, a blue rose is very special
It suggest unrealized dreams,ambiguity and mystery
It does not exist in nature !
THE DOLLAR STORE BUNNY
I chit chat with a saint at church
telling her how my grandson spent
Kindergarten online. This will follow
his class all the way through
to high school graduation.
His second grade teacher was happy -
the class advancing,
by leaps and bounds,
godspeed ahead. I tell her
how the Kindergarten teacher
adopted my grandson’s bunny as a pet.
She smiles, sparkling eyes and all, and
tells me about how her grandson threw
his bunny in the air, then it landed on
a light and burned up. Now, I surmise
that the saint’s bunny, like the Velveteen,
is a stuffed rabbit. I tell her my grandson’s
is real and we have a big laugh. She admits
that the flying bunny was purchased
at the Dollar Store - the poor, dearly departed.
5/21/2023
6.
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment
then it is to be flown
in the crowd of fire-flies
on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more
that after the opening of the sluice gates
one by one
how the gathering in the hindu hotels
increases
by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body
whose hoods are open
and who are running up
along the spiral route
that leads to the top of the mountain
their child
due to late-marriage
now only knows
how to move on all fours
7.
under the table-glass
i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet
all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon
the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed
as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists
come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal
without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late
besides the dry statistics
with the cough
comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna
shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene
lies the succulent hailstorm
8.
there is no lovely add
yet the market-value of your headache
is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad
the intellectual kisses
the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out
from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps
in the north-east
may be
that is of some brown horses
or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum
does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring
from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle
in the early-evening
the troop with armours
open a shop of condom
beside the vainglory of the lake
space is where i stare into
a throbbing headache seems to be what is on the menu
i am lying to the best thing that has ever happened to me
all because my extreme inner fear became my bully
i guess i was in God's Good Graces at a particular moment
i got away with a lie that could have been devastating
miraculously i have a chance to save face completely straight, though bent
the lesson being taught by leaps and bounds was definitely hesitating
eyesight lost each day
hearing following right behind
coming clean is in the form of paid bills and importantly paid rent
i conquered my greatest bully....once again at the expense of ME
Little kids have a natural curiosity
that can catch us off guard too often.
Like little Bobby, who went into the kitchen and said,
"Mom, can I ask you a question"?"
"Okay", says she, "I've time for a few".
"I just wanted to know...how old are you"?
"That is not a question you ask of a lady in point,
if you don't want to get her nose out of joint".
"I'm sorry, if I got you upset.
So I'll ask instead, How much do you weigh"?
"Those are not polite questions you are asking son,
and as a lady I'm unwilling to say".
"I'm sorry", again, came Bobby's retort.
"Why doesn't Dad live with us anymore"?
That was it, she'd had enough as she ran him outside,
"Go out and play with your friends before I get sore".
Out he went, his little attitude shattered,
until his friend saw Bobby's face in a frown.
He asked Bobby what was going on,
to make him so gloomy and so down.
After a little conversation about his encounter with mom,
his friend's advice cheered him of that there's no doubt.
"You can get all that info, you silly goof,
Look at her Driver's License and figure it out".
Bobby followed his friend's simple words,
got the info, and ran into the kitchen by leaps and bounds.
Smirkingly he said, "I know how old you are...you're 27,
and you weigh 116 pounds."
"That's right, how do you know"? her face quizzical
"I looked at your Driver's License and just did the math".
His mother had to give him some credit,
after all, it was an unusual path.
"And I know why Dad doesn't live here anymore".
"Now that wasn't on my" Driver's Licence", she said rather vexed.
"Oh yes it was, it was right there...
I saw that you got an 'F' in SEX"!
Note:
this is an old joke I heard somewhere, and
decided to try to put it to rhyme.
God is God and I am man
God made man from dirt and sand
God made woman from mans side
God gave woman for mans bride
God gave them both a garden fair
God gave it all but one tree that was there
God said don't eat or you will die
Satan came in and told woman a lie
Woman chose to eat and then did man
God locked the two out of that land
Man tilled the earth and his garden he grew
Woman was fruitful she bore two
Cain was a farmer and his seconds he brought
Able tended sheep and gave his best as one ought
Cain for selfishness God chastised
Able for faithfulness was rightouse in Gods eyes
Cain let his jealousy stew and brew
Abel his brother he viciously slew
God saw mans sin grow by leaps and bounds
God sent a flood to wash them from the ground
God saved Noah and his family
God saved some animals all that you see
Noah built the ark and in they went
Gods wrath poured out His anger he vent
God put a rainbow in the sky
God repented then promised to you and I
Never will I flood the whole world again
And on Gods oath you can depend
Man again forgot who he was
Man sinned as he pleased just because
God He knew just what to do
God sent His son for me and you
Woman chose to obey the Lord
God gave her His son and He she bore
Christ was born the sinless man
Christ stood where no mere man can
Christ took our sin He took it all
Christ let man take and beat Him raw
Christ let man torture and nail Him to a cross
Christ shed all of His blood so no one would be lost
Christ gave His life and was laid in a borowed tomb
Satan thought is was over man had met his doom
Christ in three days from that tomb He came
Man now had life from the lamb that was slain
Christ lives forever triumphant and true
Gods most preciouse gift for me and you
Suspended Animation De Rigueur Among "Joe King" Six Pack
Yepper, once body functions cease
asper this ole codger,
mere seconds after expiration,
sans existential lease
immortality avails rubbery piece
of flesh christened
Matthew Scott Harris,
the legal mouthpiece
decreed by living will
after organ activity doth cease
immediate measures taken
courtesy Doctor Demento to decrease
any further senescence
till heartening no brainer
preserves jellied rolled masterpiece
wordsmith, meanwhile, I can sublease
these bag of bloodless love bones
done deal, all yours for trifle bro
pittance costing no more
than one Pinocchio
plying attached strings,
yea kinda like ma's yoyo
mine limp fingers needed to pull
performing fetes resembling
dead spindleshanks longfellow
all the while appearing as cheap trick
courtesy super tramping marionette...lo
taking me across world wide web,
where yours truly housed in Tokyo
hotel, never tiring globe trotting
performing one man deadened show
after earning so much dough...
necessity will arise to call tow
truck (mebbe more'n one),
when after bajillion years
would utter whoa
abundant flush with moolah,
a sought after Joe Schmoe
earning hand over rigor mortis fist
pile of money that doth grow
by leaps and bounds - hiho
exceeding penury, when struggling as poet
Cain and Abel to silence
those opposed to Roe
versus Wade, incumbent upon minor woe
awaiting future technology so
rejuvenating lifeless chap easily
mistaken for scarecrow
can carry on camping y'know
whaddya mean...
not to leave ye in suspense
but gotta join grateful dead, and gotta go
Adieu!
Sadly, we still suffer,
from the slings of other's arrows.
So many lost souls,
with minds that continue to narrow.
With just a whisper,
they will always hear your sound.
Hence they come running,
by leaps and bounds.
Sometimes the grass looks greener,
within a stone's throw.
Far sadder is what they don't get,
and what they will never know.
Full of anger,
and quick to cause pain.
They are nothing more,
than a few drops of rain.
Their impotence will only bring,
more sorrow and pain.
Cast them aside,
let their attempts be in vain.
If we learn how to dance,
and not show them fear.
They will simply dry up,
like another wasted tear.
*I was inspired to write this after reading our Poem Of The Day*