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Premium Member The Good and Bad Side of Life

The following are examples
Of how I look at the good and bad side of life

Peace is good... war is extremely bad
A thriving economy is good... unemployment is bad
Coexisting is good... confrontation is bad
Making up after a quarrel is good... refusing to discuss is bad
Wishing someone a great day is good... failing to do so is bad
Forgiving someone for an insult is good... a grudge is bad
Having a good time is good... driving home tipsy is bad
Always being happy is good... always being sad is bad
Growing old with grace is good... growing old crochety is bad
Helping a neighbour is good... refusing to do so in need is bad
Sharing your good fortune... hoarding is bad

Are you convinced yet? No? Here's more...

Hugging your wife is good... having an affair is bad
Smiling broadly is good... frowning like an ogre is bad
Showing loved ones your love is good... correcting is bad
Being gracious to people is good... being a grouch is bad
Honesty is good... deception is bad
Thanking a waitress with a smile... like a servant is bad
Being truthful is good... deceiving people is bad
This advice I give you freely is good... lying to you is bad

There... I've said my peace!
That's the good and the bad side of life!


Have You Seen This Serial Killer

A figure haunting, darkness is revealed.
The serial killer roams the silent night,
In search of prey, a deadly, chilling sight.

A mask of normalcy, a facade so clever,
Camouflaging evil, deceiving forever.
A predator lurking, devoid of remorse,
Leaving behind a trail, a ghastly discourse.

Their eyes, a void, devoid of empathy,
No mercy, no conscience, a grim symphony.
They prey upon innocence, their hearts in ice,
A dance of terror, their deadly dice.

Each victim chosen, their life's flame snuffed,
A macabre dance, a tragedy so tough.
The echoes of their deeds, a haunting dirge,
Leaving behind shattered lives, a mournful surge.

But in the shadows, heroes rise with might,
To bring justice forth, to end the endless night.
They chase the killer, determined and strong,
Seeking justice, correcting every wrong.

The tale of the serial killer's reign,
A dark reminder of humanity's strain.
May light prevail, and darkness be undone,
So peace may reign, a victory hard-won.

When I Thought and Thought

In class so quietly I sat 
Solving the math I had
Everybody writing 
Some people answering
My back paining me
My body deceiving me 
While I took a scrap book out 
And used a pencil I had
To write this poem 
While I wrote I thought
Of life & afterlife 
Heaven & hell
Health & sickness
While my back hurts me like hell
I thought and thought 
I awaited my destiny, my faith
My love towards others &
All of my hate
My duty towards life
My responsibility my sisters await 
I thought about mom, about dad
About love I filled my head with desires
With sacrifices I want to make
With responsibilities I have to take
While I wrote and wrote 
And my heart pounded like it was in a race
I said oh God oh mighty lord
Forgive me
And my pencil dropped off my hand, and I in memories
& wonders fell…

My wait

I await you, 
Day and night, 
Even my dreams are honoured by your presence

I await you, 
To meet your comforting eyes, 
Lost in a world of its glory
A beauty no spoken words can describe

I await you 
Are you so merciless? 
Keeping me so desperate, 
Like a sailor to his lost ship
Hopeless, yet so assured by his deceiving thoughts

I await you, 
Craving you scent 
Craving your touch
Are you so merciless? 
Are you so blind? 
Rubbing salt on a wounded man
Open your eyes my dear, 
Will you see my hopeless pleas? 
Or will my wait be never ending? 
Even then, 
I shall await you

A Tale of Two Clinics

The young couple had tried for years but it wasn't meant to be
In shedding so many tears of a baby they might not get to see
As again they went to another doctor for he could be the one 
Though now nearly poor they just wanted a daughter or a son 

Across town was another building much busier than the first
They were of the opposite guild as I could of said a lot worst
Money was paid for the opposite and two now becomes one
Something no one will admit and then it's all said and done

A young woman leaving as the couple passes by on their way 
No your eyes aren't deceiving this just one in a very long day 
Then the light turned red as that very woman began to cross
No matter what I said, I couldn't describe their feeling of loss

As soon the light had turned, her sad eyes so intently trained 
For in one what had yearned, in the other it had only drained
Now too far away to see she turned back around in her seat
Thinking if only that was me, how our life would be complete
Form: Rhyme


Are You a Believer

I’m drained from running my body insane
Is there anything to achieve? Is there enough room to 
Believe? I reflect…I think… and I’m only driving down that lane
I know I must keep my positivity rowing—I know it’s all true 

Every few moments of my life 
I don’t know how long I’ll live with this strife
I’d rather go hiking down that road of recovery
And wait until I find a discovery 

I once again feel hopeless…shaking off the dread
Hovering around my existence…persistently tearing me down
I could see others go through this hopeless…it hangs us by a thread
I observe my surroundings, trying not to wear a frown 

Believe…Believe…why don’t you believe? Am I the one that’s deceiving 
You from heading towards happiness—is there a way for you to step out of the abyss?
Grieve…grieve…grieve no more…why are you grieving?

Is there a way to take myself out of my grieving moments?
Can you crush those boulders that pound against me?

Premium Member The Paper Cup Caper

Witnessed something today so unbelievable

Thought my eyes were deceiving me

Lounging in a comfy easy chair at Starbucks

It was busy in the store as usual

Everyone buying a cup of their favourite brew

People filling up with the necessities

Cream, sugar, and stir sticks

One young chap picked up all he needed

But accidentally knocked a white plastic cup on the floor

Then walked away without a thought of picking it up

That in itself was bad enough

Astonished, I then watched perhaps twenty or thirty people

Pass by it, around it, and over it

Without a single one stooping to pick it up

And deposit it in the garbage receptacle

I was totally blown away in utter disbelief

Until finally I could stand it no longer

Got up, walked over, picked it up and disposed of it

As I write this, I am still flabbergasted

What has happened to people

They certainly saw it lying there

A white plastic cup on a dark brown wooden floor

Is it below their dignity to perform this simple act

Is their day so filled with such important things

That they don't have the two seconds it takes 

To stoop down, pick it up, and dispose of it

I am still shaking my head


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

Premium Member King Solomon's Judgment

He was now sovereign of the land of Israel.
Following in his father David’s steps, he ruled well.
This land had never displayed so much prosperity.
No king would ever be more powerful and wealthy.
The Jerusalem palace now showed great opulence.
However, he employed great wisdom and providence.
David said, “Walk in God’s ways and obey each decree,
Then He shall in turn keep the promise He made to me.
If your descendents adhere to My commandments well,
someone will always sit on the throne of Israel.”
Solomon kept his word as his father lay dying,
to be forever faithful to God and discerning.
He must be prosperous in every undertaking,
diligence and integrity never forsaking.
The Lord gave discernment, great knowledge, and keen insight.
God spoke to Solomon in a dream he had one night.

On one day, two prostitutes appeared before the king.
These women presented issues both were disputing.
They lived together in a brothel in the city.
Each was ill favored, and neither deserved his pity. 
These women both claimed to be the mother of a son.
They declared victimization by the other one.
The first woman said, “Her baby is the one that’s dead,
she rolled over in her sleep, and covered her son’s head.
I discovered that morning when I would nurse my son,
she took my baby and substituted her dead one.”
The next woman said, “No, do not believe such a thing!
My son is alive!  Her baby is dead!  She’s lying!”
The other one cried, “That one is mine, she’s deceiving!
How could someone do such an evil deed, mighty king?”
Solomon evaluated each testimony.
He made this decision on hearing each woman’s plea:
“Bring me a sword; I shall divide this baby in two.
There shall be two halves of this child for each of you.” 
The second woman said, “Yes king, do it!  That sounds good!
Cut that thing in two.  If I can’t have him, no one should!”
The first one yelled, “Don’t kill him!  Please don’t do such a thing!
Give the baby to her and spare his life, my great king!” 
Solomon turned to the first woman and said to her:
“Here woman, take the child, you are the true mother.
You have shown compassion here.  There can be no other!”

This was just one example of Solomon’s wisdom.
There would never be a greater man in this kingdom.
Form: Rhyme

A Christmas Poem

A lone voice whispers 

Here I am
All alone again

On the eve of my birthday 

Still looking for an unspoken reason

Why life keeps deceiving

Are you all still lost in strange places

Past Golgotha 
Overflowing with mistakes

Why do some of you always hurt the ones you love

Is there no room
For give and take

Are you lost to me forever
No matter how much your heartaches

Can I just say these words
Even though

The silence grows between us

In a new world slowly devoid of prayer

Beyond the mean words
You throw

Why do some of you hurt the ones
You should love so much

When you judge

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme

Keep On Forgiving a Thousands Times

Some people forgive once,
and believe that it's so right; 
some people forgive twice,
but then shut their heart! 

I have forgiven
a thousand times,
never regretted 
what I've done;
keep on forgiving
a thousand times:
no soul can be sold
to devilish emotions! 

They have taught us
not to be fooled
by deceiving words,
one mistake is enough;
if one has nearly drowned
in the deepest waters,
can he be that foolish
to do it again and risk his life?
This is the misconception
they have: one must be hard 
and show no compassion...
aren't they being trifle?

Keep on forgiving 
a thousand times,
don't be inspired by cruelty,
by the selfishness
that society condones;
don't be shuffling
through false dogmas
that deter others
from knowing kindness...
because forgiveness
can restore faith in Humanity!
Form: Lyric

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