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When I was younger
I wanted to be friends
with the monsters under my bed
Now I am terrified of these monsters
in my head
Breathing is second nature
I know that much to be true
but how these monsters choke up
when I look at you
I try to count sheep
to help me fall asleep
but when I dream
all I dream
is worshipping at your feet
You have everything to me
perfect hair, perfect smile
when they say
walk a mile
it truly is a trial
because
for all I can see
you have everything to me
So, I can try to be the friend
to these monsters in my head
but I know in the end
these monsters are just like me
these monsters don't like me
Jesus has laid down the bunt
So others can advance
Jesus is the Sacrificial One
Jesus has given us a second chance
Jesus is the Sacrifice Fly
Jesus is the Reliever
Jesus is the Grounder with a Seeing eye
Jesus is the Big Leaguer
Jesus is the Pinch Runner
When we feel beleaguered
He heads home along side each sinner
[Sliding] We hear "Safe!" from our Redeemer
Jesus keeps His eye on the ball
We too must keep our focus
We must look to Him Who goes to the wall
He's the Warning Track we must notice
Notice Him Who coaches
Notice Him who hits the cutoff Man
Notice Him Who broaches
(As an extra inning approaches)
Notice Him Who takes notice
Notice Him Who gloves (and doesn't have to grasp)
Notice Him The A-Mays-ing Grace
Making the over the shoulder catch
(He's making us fisher's of men
By going over the wall, catching and bringing us back again)
When we make an error
He is there to help us through it
He expects us to persevere
Even when we over threw it
Get over it, get on with it
Don't remain in your sin
Confess and repent of these things
This is how we win
So stretch your muscles,
but not the truth
You can do nothing against the truth
Because we have The Sleuth
Jesus helps us get ahead in the count
Even when we are behind in the count
Check your swing and choke up
Don't get caught looking around
Don't get caught looking up
As they did when He went up
If you are on base, have faith
Jesus is batting clean up
So if your in the line-up
It doesn't matter your place in order
Jesus has positioned you
Where He needs you as an athletic supporter
So walk to first circumspectly
And to second (but don't roam)
Don't steal third, wait on the Lord
And He will drive you home
So on that day and in that game
When Jesus makes the call
Remember you have faith not by how you field
But by The One and His Faith that has been revealed
So if your tired of the baseball metaphors
Remember God is keeping the score
But I'll leave you with Golf's Harbinger
God is yelling the warning "Fore!"
So many things I want to tell you my Dad
But I choke up in tears feeling awfully sad,
I grew-up so fast since the day you died
Pledging urgently to do well as tears dried.
Don't recall listening to anything you said
Never took trash out, never made my bed,
You asked me to study, keep up my grades
Instead I focused on video games I played.
To earn my badges, we went on scouting trips
Soon after, I stopped going to their meetings.
You will be proud Dad, now I have some clout
I honored your will becoming an Eagle Scout.
Remember the day when we played baseball
You stole second base ahead of my fast ball.
Recalling happy times with love and might
We miss you so much at dinner every night.
I have aced my grades in science and math
Well on my way to choosing a career path,
I'm proud to tell you Stanford accepted me
On a full scholarship I'll complete my degree.
I was so self absorbed, always feeling mad
I never told you how much I love you Dad.
I wish to be just like you, but can never be
Standards you set are so high to achieve.
I have taken a job to help Mom pay the bills
We watch every penny avoiding the thrills.
Mom will visit you soon, she's well as can be
Please let her know you're so proud of me!
Placed 2nd
September 16, 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2
Rhyme:aabb
Painting by: Mike Theuer
Sponsor: Silent One
Ineptness / Ineptitude
The pen has become the tongue from which I speak.
Ink, the saliva, the driving force behind my words.
Paper, the wings upon which they take flight,
uplifting my thoughts, elevating my ideas.
Thoughts and ideas that might not have
– ever come out of my mouth – seen the light of day.
Grounded !, nothing taking wing, a voice that does not sing,
never expressing a thing, with any kind of proficiency,
clarity, depth of understanding, enlightenment of meaning,
as I stand before ?, choke up !, all coming to a screeching halt
– my train of thought, my boxcar of words end with the caboose.
All gets lost, before the moment lives, my death !!!
The death of all I set out to accomplish, but never doing.
This, my tribunal ???:
B. J. “A” 2
February 25th 2004
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Elizabeth Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
Hey boy, I’m crushing on you;
Why is that so hard to admit to?
You once said you were under my skin,
I guess it’s time to tell you I’ve fallen;
I hear your voice when I’m all alone
2 am wanting to grab you through the phone;
Wishing I could roll over and get a hug,
when I’m with you it’s never enough;
All night long, silently calling your name,
my heart my dreams have no shame;
Looking in your eyes is a punch in the gut,
ambivalence is a painful choke up;
I was wrong to look backward at a fire
When I see you? Pure desire.
Hey boy, I can’t stop crushing on you;
You knock the wind out of me
when you walk in the room.
Contest: I’m Crushing on You
Date: 4/7/19
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
© Jack Ellison 2014
sweet seashell queen
just had surgery to remove a tumor off her brain stem
today she celebrates her 6th BirthDay
whatever she wants is the law of our world
i almost choke up thinking about how brave she was
hell, she gave me hope, encouragement, and inspiration
i tell her she can go in the water....but not too far
she replies by saying, 'i am on vacation when i am by your side'
she then puts the most beautiful seashells in my hand and rests her head in my lap
we listen to the waves for hours
she falls asleep....and i fall even more in love with this amazing little girl
when she wakes up, she asks if we could go and get the blue bubble gum ice cream
i remind her that it is her day and that she is the sweet seashell queen
she put the seashell crown i surprised her with just before we headed out back on
with a snaggletooth smile she says with her head slightly tilted to the right 'OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The newsreel of the day plus a cartoon
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
The giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer,
I saw myself hunched over a
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk.
I could smell the ink on my fingers
and feel the burn of alcohol in my gut
and hear the keys clapping, a standing ovation
for the poor sad boy who wrote wings onto
his back and flew away from the red mud county.
But it's quiet here.
I sit alone at my desk and I reach into my guts
and I grab fistfuls of blood and viscera
and the keys don't move
I choke up the rage my father left in me
and the keys don't move
I cut out the fear my mother so lovingly placed
and the keys don't move
I drag out every black eye, bloody nose, and split lip I ever earned, every fight I lost, every single argument I had, every sunset I was a brother beneath, every truck cab I ever fell in love in and
THE KEYS DO NOT MOVE