Long Effort Poems
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Man and monkey sat in a tree
Monkey said "man you're a bit like me"
Man said "Monkey, don't you know
I've evolved from your kind long ago."
Monkey sat and groomed his tail,
looked at man so naked and pale,
finally asked "what have you gained
by evolution now ingrained?"
Man replied "an awful lot
that animals have never got,
the chance to climb progression's tree
and form a future built for me."
The monkey swung from bough to bough
followed by man who managed somehow,
but his new found skill was to no avail
when he slipped and died for the lack of a tail.
The monkey still sits in a tree
not quite the same as you or me,
for he has not swapped old for new
in an effort to show what he could do.
Ivor G Davies
Judgment
Entrapment by design.
Battles by the unseen, against the children of the Light.
The witness(s) openly lied.
The outcome already set.
The frame perfect, made of old wood, with sharp nails…
to pierce the flesh, cruelly and specifically.
The lawyer was pre-bought and paid in advance.
Shekels and silver, diamonds and gold.
Prison or worse…
Possible.
Death.
Forever!
And there after…
The crowd filled the gallery.
They were standing in the hall.
Person to person, no one could breathe.
The air, was not pulled, but sucked from the room.
They were also outside, by the hanging tree.
Lifting their voices, to heaven…unknowingly,
and yet calling to hell,
to kill justice, a single wave and then an ocean,
whispers of deceit.
All time comes to an end.
Eternity is a matter discussed quietly among the flawed,
in an earnest effort to find peace.
There is none, there never was, in the dead man’s march.
Only His grace can buy the price of even the most…
unworthy soul.
All that come to know Him,
will know Him forever.
All that say they will not…
are lying to themselves.
They already know that too.
Feel like singing a happy song
And if you'll allow me to bend your ear
I don't mean literally of course
That could be physically quite painful
At my advanced age, my mind is still clicking along
Had envisioned when I was younger
That when I reached this ripe old age
Things would start to erode and shut down
Not true... how wrong I was, I'm still full of beans
Still wake each morning with a smile on my face
Thought at one time everybody did
But I may be more unique than I imagined
Perhaps it's in our genes, it's not a choice
Though we can still make a conscious effort
I've always had a positive outlook
Sure can count my lucky stars
If I can at all help others to feel like this
Then I've really accomplished something amazing
Wrapping it all up into two simple words...
THINK POSITIVE!
© Jack Ellison 2014
He’s Done It
He’s done it
I don’t have to
No need for me
To struggle, worry, fret.
He’s done it all.
Each failure, fault of mine,
I can’t go back and do them right
Though spend a load of time.
No effort of my mind
Can go to yesterday
And change those thoughts and words
That God defines as sin.
So what’s to do
To get things right
Move out of darkness into light?
I’d better spend more time in prayer
And read my Bible more,
Take much more care
Control my thoughts
Control my lips
Control my motives too.
Oh Jesus, come again to me
Show me the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Help me relax
Find peace in You
Walk in Your ways
Think as You think,
No more in self
To slide and sink.
I need Your work
Your glorious work
At Calvary.
You died for me
You bore my sins
You rose again to give new life,
My precious, precious Lord!
Dad blurts out in fright:
"I don't know what to DO!?"
Dad's abandoning God...and I'm striving,
With all of my effort, but with little doubt,
I assure dad that he's strong and he could always rely on us
With all of this dread, without a doubt,
Dad's hating the traffic...while he's driving
God knows I'm very uncertain...
And my garbage-like depression (misery)
Outruns my cheerfulness again
And our dejected repression (cruelty)
God knows for certain we are uncertain...
Our uncertainty zooms on and on...
As our garbage-like obstacles
Ship us away from happiness time and time again
But, throughout the troublesome obstacles,
God works with us dawn to dawn…
And God knows what he’s doing, father!
God knows we’ll win this fight with His might!
Growing up my favorite words was I can’t without ever trying
My Grandfather always assured in his wisdom words as there is no such thing as can’t unless you try and it is proven
That’s where I put to the test in seeing first hand of can’t in trying being the truth
That was a strong matter my Grandfather set forth
If anybody has felt the way I saw can’t without making a movement in the effort, then this poem message is just for you
You must pursue
Can’t is only a substance in you won’t
Not will to try
Try becomes the effort of discovering
In fact, one is only defeating themselves in not seeing the reasoning in purpose
Be confident and prove to yourself without a matter of doubt
Show yourself you are willing to try, and see how it turns out by advancing into assurance of committing
Effort is what should come out into possibilities with mind over matter
Can’t is doubt
Effort is assurance
I hope being the example being your uplifting influence
The effort made
A can’t be done should be an effort in precise.
Requiescat for Joe D
Written: by Tom Wright
4/21/2018
Though he lies reposed somewhere in a Texas field,
The anxiety, and hurt he tendered, can’t be concealed.
He made no effort to link with family or to appease,
Now his scattered cremains obey each Texas breeze.
For thirty years his whereabouts remained unknown,
And when the end came for him, he chose to die alone.
His power of attorney nixed my request for Joe’s remains,
I wasn’t seeking anything else, just him, to ease our pains.
I’ve two questions, which I’ll never have an answer,
Both periodically eat at me just like a form of cancer.
Did he exit life, toward family, heart harboring hate?
Did he make his peace with God before it was too late?
Joe served 4 tours in Viet Nam and maybe this was the problem.
Tom
The Burning of the Books
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned,
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.
Then a banished writer, one of the best,
scanning the list of excommunicated texts,
became enraged: he’d been excluded!
He rushed to his desk, full of contemptuous wrath,
to write fiery letters to the morons in power —
Burn me! he wrote with his blazing pen —
Haven’t I always reported the truth?
Now here you are, treating me like a liar!
Burn me!
Parting
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
We embrace;
my fingers trace
rich cloth;
yours only threadbare fabric.
A quick hug:
you were invited to the gay soiree
while the law’s minions relentlessly pursue me.
We talk about the weather
and our eternal friendship.
Anything else would be too bitter.
Radio Poem
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
You, little box, held tightly
to me,
escaping,
so that your delicate tubes do not break;
carried from house to house, from ship to train,
so that my enemies may continue communicating with me
on land and at sea
and even in my bed, to my pain;
the last thing I hear at night, the first thing when I awake,
recounting their many conquests and my litany of cares,
promise me not to go silent all of a sudden,
unawares.
The Mask of Evil
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
A Japanese carving hangs on my wall –
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not altogether unsympathetically, I observe
the bulging veins of its forehead, noting
the great effort it takes to be evil.
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose and Ted celebrate
Jesus first, then bunnies.
Bible story done, then
read the Sunday funnies.
What's an Easter twofer?
fancy hat Rose will wear,
new clothes, they go to church.
Mid-afternoon, a feast,
as candy eggs they search.
What's an Easter twofer?
Rose's hat serves her well;
morning - it warms her head.
Better, this afternoon
hides her goodies from Ted.
April 19, 2022
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE
Theme: Anything to do with Easter
The Free Dictionary defines "twofer" as an offer or arrangement in which a single expense or amount of effort produces two returns.
Mr. Chairman,
In difficult times like these
when the stream of my life
changed the course, maybe permanently,
on the topography of new paradigm,
I venture to write to you,
the supreme leader of an ancient nation,
treading on the threshold of modernity,
to express my anguish for losing my world,
I loved so very much,
because of the invasion of the invisible menace
from the black curtained shores of your country,
for which you had thought wishfully,
following the tradition of imposed secrecy,
that suppressed cover-up was the solution
to deal with the emerging viral situation,
but the virus, not the subject of totalitarian rule,
invaded the world at its free will,
you failed to stop.
At this desperate juncture
my plea to you is :
Please share with the world community
all the information you have
on the cause of this alarming crisis,
on the results of research your scientists do,
so the harassed humanity
wins the war soon through international effort,
and we get back our lost threads of life
in this beautiful world.
May 26, 2020
Contest : Xi
Sponsor : Anthony Slausin