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My eyes groaned , morning arrived, I realized,
Then a moment of dire shook my entire stiff body.
Did that night really happen? Did that happen to me?
Was that a “gift” from my uncle Toddy?
I was high, couldn’t move, when he raised my back up and then
… oh no, I had to go spew.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, my body was numb,
No one knew what I knew what I went through?
Then, it never happened, not to me, I was in control,
I was only crying from watching movie features.
I had to get busy, that was it, at fifteen, study at school,
I’d concentrate on each of my teachers.
Since then I can’t play footy, sleeping’s a memory,
I don’t talk to family about sexual assault.
I hate being in crowds, don’t touch me, I don’t go out,
And, yes, this is all my own stupid fault.
Now my beautifully effective tool dealing with nightmares
Is to drink and smoke and inject.
I think I’m coping alone in my head really well,
But my wife says I’m emotionally wrecked.
Three hundred and sixty-four days
No longer going to waste
For we can now have unbirthday cake
On these days; take a taste!
Let the dancing bears out
Give us a round of singing shout!
We are celebrating whenever we can!
Unbirthdays in this promised land!
A very merry unbirthday to me?
Yes you!
A very merry unbirthday to you?
Coo. Coo!
With jovial enthusiasm I propose to you
We no longer concentrate on birthdays, they are few.
A very merry unbirthday to us, and us and you!
Everything exuberant, do whatever you want to do!
A very merry unbirthday to us?
For sure!
A very merry unbirthday
So pure! So pure!
Three hundred and sixty-four days a year
To sing, and dance, to shout and cheer
To celebrate being me, and him and you.
A very merry unbirthday to you!
A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie
From a town called Licketysplit Corner
Was renowned for a very interesting talent
As a world famous circus performer
His extra poundage added to the spectacle
People thought it was really appealing
They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling
Six tennis balls as he was kneeling
A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie
Winked at him while watching him juggle
So trying to concentrate on his performance
He found it to be a quite a struggle
In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance
Balls flew off in every direction
One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie
He approached her with a very red complexion
He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize
Her beauty made him literally tongue tied
Instead of an apology these words stumbled out
“Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride”
Not a moment went by, Cuddly Cathie answered
“Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride”
Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions
He was absolutely brimming with pride
The moral of this tale is really quite obvious
Perseverance pays off sooner or later
You should never give up when reaching for a star
The rewards will never be greater!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I wish when it comes to love…each person would concern themself
less with who people love each other…and more on the love itself.
Everyone falls in love the same way…
and this new sensation they are feeling
can be a little frightening while at the same time
joyous and appealing.
The more time they spend together
they find how effortlessly their love expands….
and as they become more comfortable with one another
the more then understand….
where once they only had love for themselves
(something all of us are meant to do!)
since they found each other…they now have love enough for two.
Soon the principles of math and physics they learned in school
unravel and become undone
when they realize two hearts joined together
can somehow add up to one.
How sometime in the midst of a conversation
the two of them find a way
to finish each others sentence…
knowing exactly what the other is about to say.
How, when they’re holding hands
fingers clasped, palms together…skin to skin
it’s hard to know where one hand ends…and the other hand begins.
And they find no matter how many years may pass
mo matter how many songs of theirs have been sung….
their hearts…strengthened by each other’s love
keep them…forever young.
And I like to think…what a wonderful world this would be
If of every one of us…this could be said….
that we are able to look past the people falling in love
and rejoice in the love we see instead.
Once a day I like to walk in silence…not only to concentrate on what I see…but to listen in to what the voices of the Earth are trying to say to me.
There are voices in the trees, in the clouds, in the mountains and the creeks…and if I listen closely in the silence…I can hear those voices speak.
And the more and more I listen to the voices of the sky, the sea, the land…the more of what they’re saying I begin to understand.
I can hear if one animal is happy or another one’s in pain.
By listening to the wind and the clouds…I begin to understand the rain.
Across the sky and hiding in the trees…are many different languages..a myriad of words…after listening in silence to them…I begin to understand the birds.
The rooster who announce it’s time for the sun to rise…the owl and the nightingale who tuck their families in by singing a lullaby.
I’m not sure how it works but a simple walk in silence as the day’s about to start…seems to give the voices of the Earth time to reach into my heart.
Which makes me wonder if this wouldn’t work with people…family and friends we meet along the way…What if we listened more in silence to what they had to say?
What if silent listening to the words of others…once from their lips their words depart makes it easier for their words to find a way into our hearts?
For I believe it’s only when words have been planted in our hearts that they have a chance to grow…why do I believe this…because on a silent walk one morning…
a little birdie told me so.
Late
With fire hands I set alight,
The thoughts inside my empty mind,
All in the hope that I will find,
The word’s to make this poem become alive.
Electricity runs through my head
And ignites a stream of do not forgets.
Must create art and not just jest.
No longer say, just do.
No more chances to procrastinate;
There is no time left…
I have too much I need to show to you.
Seize opportunity before it is gone;
It knocks on my door like a dying swan song.
A cry for more, a shout for an encore;
I can no longer tell what is mine and what is yours.
We are united by words, divided in time.
You are so far ahead of the curve and I am so far behind,
But with a telescopic eye, I see a future.
Where I once was a cyclops, I must concentrate on not being blind.
But rise I shall to face this day.
A face to face, when I have the lines to say;
But I will never be perfect,
Because I am already too late.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
As a child growing up with blurred vision I use to wonder…
could anything be worse?
But the older I grew I began to see my blurry vision
as a blessing…not a curse.
When other children called me four-eyes…
I knew that wasn’t right….
but it made me hate to wear the very thing
that would improve my sight.
Looking back…I’d like to thank those kids for calling me that cruel name…
because without my glasses…with my blurry vision
everybody looked the same.
Without my glasses I couldn’t make out details…
who was tall, short, fat or thin…
with all the colors burred together
I could not distinguish the color of ones’s skin.
Which, when it came to meeting people
gave me an advantage right from the start.
I had to watch more closely what a person said or did
which allowed me to see into their heart.
This is why for some people with 20-20 vision
my surprise I cannot hide…
when they concentrate on the details…on the differences in others
and don’t take the time to see inside.
Which makes me wonder who was blessed more in life
those with blurry vision…just like me…
Or those who, despite their perfect vision,
are still unable to see?
To change the world
all we must do
is look at me
as I look at you.
Not judge you by
the colour of your skin.
The clothes you wear.
If you're fat or thin.
Too begin, as newborns,
we should breast feed.
From infancy on
it's organic please.
Concentrate on spiritual
health not wealth.
Tell your children
you love them.
At least once a day.
Teach them to pray
for violence to become
a thing of the past.
How precious our world is.
How resources won't last.
If we instill our children
with values that are sound.
Hopefully the world
can safely rebound.
How stupid are wars
for financial gain.
The majority suffer
unimaginable pain.
Countries must unite
and be as one.
To love each other
as God loved his son.
Could we ban bad news
and only have good?
Could we meditate daily
to lift our mood?
I hope you agree.
I think we should.
loving yourself is not easy
you have to lose yourself first
in something you adore
a hobby that you can do by yourself
something that engrosses you
that you can do for eight hours
eight hours?
yes!
at least, maybe more
I can draw cartoons for eight hours
I can paint for eight hours
I can write poetry for eight hours
There are lots of things I cannot do for eight hours
Those are things that do not help me love myself
Knowing this, I concentrate on the things I adore
The hobbies that I can do
by myself, with myself
and for myself
If you have not found these hobbies yet,
it is time to get started.
I wake up and I think what am I doing here?
Why here? Why the bitter cold Midwest in the winter?
Why not California or Florida, Georgia or Texas?
Why this icy, cold, air-inducing asthma tundra?
It is so cold out there. Only 18 degrees today, sometimes less,
Zero degrees sometimes, minus six degrees other times.
Why I am I here? I toy with the idea of calling in sick.
I am an older worker, if I start doing this will they replace me with two youngers?
I could make up an excuse and call in late; but then, I would probably forget the excuse that I used. Remember last time? It must be ugly-cold out there. My feet are freezing!
Okay, Brain tells us, calm down. Be calm. Take deep breaths. Concentrate on your clothes.
What about warm socks? You could wear two pairs of pants;
you can double those socks.
Your winter boots are pretty warm.
I run to my bedroom and pull on anything and everything,
Wishing I could find two fluffy socks that match, but I cannot.
Black with white giant dots and neon-red and green that blink might be obviously too different even for me.
I sit down for a second, take a drink of my coffee, look down at my shirt.
It looks like someone stabbed me to death and I had black blood.
The Oreo cookie that I dunked in the coffee is everywhere on my shirt.
And it was just washed. I look like a train wreck! I change the shirt, and sit to reflect.
I am so hot! So very hot. I cannot believe how hot I am.
Listen, Brain says, start taking off some clothes.
Maybe six shirts were too many. I take off two of them.
My husband comes around the corner and asks “Why are you still here?”
A primal scream turns into a roar, and I chase him back into his office. Ready to go now. All well.
I send him an email asking him to buy me some fluffy socks that match.