Long Concern Poems
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Alluring kindness in a gentle, caring gaze,
Altruistic spirit, a beacon in a maze.
Anchor in the storm, a whisper, soft and strong,
As she walks among us, righting every wrong.
Anchored by humility, a beacon ever bright,
Brave spirit, championing justice with gentle might.
Considerate whispers mend a heart that's torn and frayed,
Down-to-earth laughter chases shadows, unafraid.
Empathy's embrace, a refuge warm and wide,
Fiercely compassionate, with burdens she confides.
Grounded in reality, dreams take graceful flight,
Humility, a crown she wears, a gentle, guiding light.
Integrity is her compass, on life's untrodden ways,
Joyful spirit, lighting paths through darkest, stormiest days.
Kindred souls she welcomes, with an open, accepting mind,
Lifting spirits with a touch, a solace they can find.
Modest triumphs whisper tales of battles fought and won,
Nurturing the vulnerable, 'til hope's new day has begun.
Open-minded to all voices, a symphony untold,
Passionate for a better world, a story yet unfolds.
Quiet strength, a steady hand, on life's ever-changing ledge,
Realistic dreams ignite a spark, defying every pledge.
Respectful gaze meets every eye, a bridge across the divide,
Selfless acts, a silent song, with love as her guide.
Tenacious spirit, breaking down the walls of fear,
Unassuming confidence, a whisper, loud and clear.
Vulnerable openness, a tapestry so bright,
Wisdom's gentle whispers guide her through the darkest night.
Yearning for a brighter dawn, her passion burns so true,
Zealous for justice, a warrior bathed in gentle dew.
Zealous for a brighter world, a warrior bathed in light,
Zest for life, a beacon burning ever bright.
Zenith of compassion, a heart forever true,
A song unsung, a tribute just for you.
terms from the sport Koopoor
were used as love words.
people often loved the Coopalpoor, who
at times would seem to be most valued
on the team, he di most of the scoring
and often played the longest with the
most effective effords.
But in Cooldumdoo, people often value the effords of the
Duldram, and Franutoo when they are in search
for a goal, and are successful in doing so.
championship material and is stretched across the floor
measured and remeasured to assure the best fit.
not with standing or not with distortion
these are clothes for champions who's effords have been cheered by the faithful,
and boo'd by those who stand in opposition.
Richbouis celebrate, po'bouis cheer!
these are the views of the winning team, they don't express the views of the opposition or the owners of the company, in fact if those punks don't bring the next generation-up thru there own indivdaul effords, and the effords of drawing attention to there ability to perform as managers and disputier coolsoo's, we gone get some of does guy's who'll do what we just said!
these bassoon in the opening of the show, was not a real bassoon, but an electric sythersized composition, the bassoon piece in the mid-portion of the monologue, was played by well reknowned bassoonist What's his name, we mixed the two together in our budget concern of him saying we playgerisized his work.
There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
In muddled grime her mind can't find a verse
A dime might buy a vowel, but right now she'll grieve
She has no rhyme things are blurred and to a word she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
Meantime the choice, to await her poetic voice, then weave
her words, at bedtime her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
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There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
What's worse, her mind can't find a verse
No need to disperse vowels in flight, right now she'll grieve
No rhymes to intersperse, word, blurred, and to write she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
She'll choose, to await poetic voice, her choice, then weave
her words, no more blues, her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky
Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling
“Email cuddling” is good too
Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!”
Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!”
Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours (naughty)
Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies
But in a pinch, guys can do the job too
Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough
Oops! Where was I going with that???
So my bottom line is this
Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly
I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed
Thank you all in advance for your concern!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Becoming a leader is your way,
You want to be applaused and hailed
And within you hope swims,
But you never ask yourself why.
Why I yawn to be the head?
Do I possess what it takes
To be a great head
That head the people's right?
Void of rustic concern, crispy craving;
Craving for only for your belly filled,
Wrapped you with the veil of wants.
Neglecting good name processing.
Elapsed days may fall upon the present
As huge icicles or snows,
Asking of err of old-days
Like an interrogative person and suspect.
What one reaps, one sows;
Good name never fades.
A servant severs, not serves and loot,
In serving the people's will, he endures pain
And never he steps on one-else-shoe.
Good will, good leading's root.
Think of the hands that lovingly fed you,
Think of the hands that lovingly held you,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you to write,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you to walk upright.
Think of the hands that hugged you till you slept,
Think of the hands that hugged you when you wept,
Think of the hands that carefully cooked for you,
Think of the hands that did everything for you.
Think of the mouth that taught you to speak,
Think of the mouth that told you never be weak.
Think of the mouth that taught you many things,
Always there to correct wrong things.
Think of those loving eyes,
Wanting you to touch the skies.
Think of those tears,
Glistening after every successes and failures.
Remember when you were sick, how they cared for you,
Remember when you're sad, how they listened and counselled you,
Remember how many sleepless nights they spent on you,
Remember everything they did for you.
Every act was thoughtfully, carefully done,
So that your problems were reduced to none!
Remember that heart full of love and concern,
For your well being they were stern.
Remember those accusations, fights and shouts,
Remember those I will not talk to you bouts.
Remember how you were reprimanded,
Remember how you were always candid.
Just remember how they taught you self help,
But whenever needed there was help.
All was done with love and smile,
So that you would always smile.
Now they are old,
It needn't be told.
You should do,
What did it for you!
Hold their hands as a walk,
Listen patiently while they talk.
Give them the same love care and attention,
So that they can live without tension.
Tell them they are not useless here,
Tell them you still need their guidence here,
Tell them how much you love them here,
It is their house, they are its seer!
You owe your health wealth and success to them,
You owe your goodness and values to them,
Whatever you are is because of them,
You should dedicate your life to them.
Behave the way they did with you,
It is because of them, you are you!
Date: 7/30/2020
HM in Brian Strand contest
the deeper the love the more the concern,
the more our hearts open up to discern,
some may give flawed views from the start,
so instead of listening to opinions, we search the heart,
throughout the search God can allow us to see,
a deeper side of him through you and me,
the worth through his love to understand,
the heart of difference in every man,
building tolerance to hear with an open heart to see,
he may just open your ears to hear him differently,
opening the door, we step inside,
his faith reassures us we don't need to hide,
through good and bad he stands in the midst of us all,
in love he will never let us fall.
Form:
I often wander from life's rules,
flounder thru issues days will spool.
At those times, you gentle my view.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
If I hide when morning arrives
renewed strength comes from your blue eyes.
Your presence stays my spirit's hue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I sometimes bruise when life turns tough,
void of humor and light mood fluff.
From your touch warm healings come through.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
Your heart tendered concern and care
gives our companionship sweet flare.
Just loving memories accrue.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
I pray to steer your life complete
as our love is a two way sweet.
Joy is life viewed as just we two.
I am blessed to be loved by you.
You catch them hanging out
Pretty much on the edge
Of the cranium
Where they like to lay their eggs
They keep you remembering
All that you should know
If you need to have a name
They go by the mindful
Once the eggs have hatched
You're mindful of this and that
Keeping you on your guard
Of what should be done and said
Into your brain they will burn
All in life we need to learn
Keeping an eye on those around
Is mostly the mindful's concern
They take it to task amongst themselves
To be mindful of everyone else
For after all isn't that
What a mindful life is all about
So don't be scared, don't be afraid
When you feel an itching of the brain
It's just the mindful laying ground
Soon enough to be paved
Making sure the road ahead's
Not too bumpy or too rough
As you're on your way to what
You should be mindful of
The hour glass is turned and fixed immediately at birth
Starting the life journey in this worldly realm
Seconds constantly flowing
Running out of time
Young children seem to have no need for the perception of passing time
Teenage feels invincible with little concern for it
The twenties bring fleeting thoughts of passing time
Which are quickly dismissed and replaced by youthful party time
Still running out of time
The thirties, bring more pondering of how quickly time is passing by
Work duties and daily living blur the thoughts of it
The forties find a more profound realization of passing time, but would rather believe the current age is the new thirty for its time, than admit to running out of time
The fifties and sixties bring a stark realization of the seconds that have past
Can no longer run or hide, must accept running out of time
The seventies see the hour glass has limited seconds left
Living in the moment and hoping for the best
The eighties and beyond, reaching a golden milestone
Seeing time run out, saying goodbye, and taking a last breath