Long Center Poems
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Lights sparkle and glimmer around the tree
A emerald pine draped in burgundy and gold
Whispering of miracles discovered in hearts
Who make the journey of hope and faith
To remember the love that was given birth
On this silent night, all those years long past
When a dear Savior was brought to the earth
Little reminders of our Redeemer stirs embers
Flames of inspiration as brilliant as creation
Coloring the world in hues of joy and satisfaction
Truth that awakens the spirit to feelings of praise
Enlivening prayers with satisfaction from knowing
God’s grace comes alive with the intimacy found
In the deliverer, the One who is the light of the soul
Love this blessed and wise shines its spark through
Adornments of the season, all flickering with pleasure
Arousing feelings of peaceful dreams that flow through
Veins filled with energy that lives through the darkest
Storms and enchants the truth to come forth in the heart
Who knows that love so thriving with brilliant waves
Of insight and inspiration – is filled with the Christmas spirit
A spirit that mesmerizes and charms, sends chills across
The naked thoughts… music breathed through the soul
Fascinating rays of feathery glimmers, serenity and praise
Filling lives with purpose and songs with vibrant verses
A knowing that swirls and swarms with vitality so strong
That only the purest passion and worship could arise
From feelings so tender and triumphant they exhale affection
The Christmas Spirit glitters and shines, like a diamond
So rich with wonder and warmth, wishes for gifts of time
Truth and tantalizing reveries – aspirations of the heart
Who knows that it is God’s Son, who was born this night
And brings peace beyond our conscious – silent amity
Filled with the promise of a tomorrow built on compassion
That comes from following the lead of this spirit of Christmas
Darkness hides the sunset in her eyes
Ripples of rain wash tears away
Moon -dust falls over her hair
Its dim lit glow reveals a smile
wider than dappled clouds of grey
Scintilla stars become a ballroom
reflecting sparkles in every meadow
where She would sing through garden-winds
that blow rose-petals of tarnished-yellow.
Enchanters'shadows try to surround her
Sweetly She walks wild spirit free
She leaves to meet her one beloved
who lives far down by the calm sea
He is the one, her blue-hued butterfly
who waltzes and flutters close to her heart
The one who picked her lost glass-slipper
and offered his hand right from the start.
Inspired by the ocean and music
Here are some fun things that happened
On that classic Candid Camera show
A man walked backwards on a sidewalk
People copied him, wouldn't you know?
A man wearing only tighty whiteys
Asked the hotel clerk for a room
A street cleaner starts cleaning the gutters
With a broom handle but missing the broom
A man was pumping gas at a gas station
It ends up costing eight hundred dollars
Obviously, the dial was tampered with
Strangely, he got hot under the collar
A lady is surprised by a job interview
Conducted by a six year old boy
A mailbox that says, “Have a good day!”
People didn't catch on to this ploy
This couldn't happen in today's modern world
Where everyone's on top of their game
Back then, we could all laugh at ourselves
Too bad the time's had to change!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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Lunch at Scheherazade's
Delicate drapes tattle on growing winds,
silk skirts a marbled artisan tiled floor,
sunlight choreographs shadowy halls,
crystals entertain self-possessed pupils.
Silk skirts a marbled artisan tiled floor,
mid-eastern carves o'er vivid mosaics,
crystals entertain self-possessed pupils,
mezze centerpieces a well-placed spread.
Mid-eastern carves o'er vivid mosaics,
sunlight choreographs shadowy halls,
mezze centerpieces a well-placed spread,
delicate drapes tattle on growing winds.
2021 February 18
*3rd Place*
Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest
~~Caren Krutsinger
Strangest thought just entered my head
What if I critiqued my own poems
D'ya think I'd really be tough on myself
Or would you detect a slight bias tone
Using the criteria of accepted norms
I'd be down at the bottom, no bones
But for humorous verse and originality
Call me Oliver Wendell Holmes
First I followed time honoured patterns
Of poets that have gone on before
But that's not what makes a poet of note
Originality is what raises his score
So go ahead and break all the rules
That have been in place forever
Develop your style of creative writing
And be proud of your endeavour
(My apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes!)
© Jack Ellison 2013
TENET OF REIFIER NATURE
Summer’s departing footsteps on the eve of autumn I hear
as the sun blazing the topography mellows down at noon,
and on dewed meadow at sunrise verdant shimmers appear,
the blushing leaves rustle as they’ll become redder soon.
The dawn’s tapestry depicts the sagas woven in autumn color
as the crimson fringed clouds kayak across the cerulean sky.
The sunburst horizon makes the pristine nature a true reifier
that’ll disappear never ever even if the doom’s day is nigh.
At this time my senses capture the signals of season as radar,
the waiting winter’s lurking shadow my mental eye can see.
I soak the warmth of fall air that’ll act in me as the reviver
when in the frigid times at the lowest level of gloom I’ll be.
October 6, 2018
So here we go again my friends
A bunch more time has passed
Will the coming year be any closer
To world peace than the last?
I highly doubt it dearest ones
That's not the way it works
We think we're making progress
But we have the same old quirks
Perhaps if enough of you fine folks
Step up and sign a petition
I'll take it to our glorious leaders
And explain to them our mission
To see world peace within our time
Where nations put down their arms
For the common good of all mankind
Not another human harmed
You may call me a silly dreamer
Been called that name before
But if someone doesn't step up to the plate
We'll just continue on with wars
Probably don't have a chance in hell
Of changing a blessed thing
But at least let's make a real effort
So the bells of freedom may ring
© Jack Ellison 2013
Is there anywhere cool?
Everywhere there is heat
A summer of 'Dog Days'
Cool air is what I seek
Not this mirage of haze.
Is there anywhere cool?
People wilt, sweat runs free
Even the shade is hot
Our home we cannot flee
Suffering in hot spot.
Is there anywhere cool?
All things subject to heat
Everything breaking down
Temperance obsolete
In perspiration drown.
Is there anywhere cool?
Yes, just wait for winter
The thought might make you frown
When summer is interred
And safety underground.
My thoughts are with all brave firefighters. A heartfelt thank you....
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With a kindness that needs no description
He kisses me gently and tenderly
Caressing me devoid of encryption
Filling my heart with thrills so splendidly
With a sense of insight that is so strong
Rousing faith that is alive with pleasure
He fills my spirit with a lovely song
Making me feel blessed by such treasure
With inspiring hope that wakens my joy
He stirs my feelings to sweetest wonders
Healing my pain in ways that won’t annoy
That this love lives without any plunders
Love like this only comes around one time
Without sincere grace, it dies in its prime
Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
October 4, 2020
"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach,
and I am but a grain of sand."
by poet
I think of myself as nothing more than a sunflower
who, at the hint of first light, turns to face due East
Respectful of dawn, through God's glorious power,
morning stirs my spiritual need, and upon it I feast.
It's not a shortcoming to be generous and humble,
nor a weakness in my character, a burden to bear.
I'm never too proud to ask for help when I stumble
for if I humbly ask for His hand, it will be there.
Defiantly, pride seems to take control before a fall
Arrogance is a foolish trait that becomes a liability
ending in dishonor when the foolhardy hit a wall.
Humility can be a saving grace; but not a disability.
I am just a tiny grain of sand, washed upon a beach,
a speck of dust on Earth, the size of a mustard seed.
I believe by being modest, happiness is in my reach
Content with what little I have, not tempted by greed.
Integrity is an admirable quality in an altruistic mind
Benevolence and compassion are gifts to be lauded
By living an unassuming life, my worth will be defined
without need to be rewarded, praised, or applauded.
November 3, 2021
Your Own Philosophy Statement Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke