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Premium Member They Are Blessed

The greatest treasure throughout our lives

Is to know that unequaled feeling 

That feeling that exceeds all others

In depth, in passion, in pure heavenly bliss

The feeling called love

Nothing has equaled it since time began

It is why we're here

To share part of our soul

With another being

Another soul who is also searching for love

When these two hearts meet

That unmistakeable attraction we all have known

At one time or another in our lives

Grabs our attention

That magic feeling unequaled

Of passion that we long to share with someone

To revel in an affair to be remembered

All through our lives

Those that know the secret of love

Know the secret of life

They are blessed!
Form: Narrative


Deep Within the Grave

Come here, I say, come closer
Let me tell you 'bout a tale
You're young, you can learn from this
So be sure to listen well
A gathered clan of kinsmen
I'd say the number equaled twelve
Each one found a higher calling
Forged by the Good Shepherd Himself
He brought these men together
They broke bread, then shared a pact
Nothing happens to the Master
Or one of us must spring to act
That day came as expected
He was charged with several crimes
The least brave of the twelve
Knocked on the door, knocked several times
They took Him, Roman soldiers
What do we do? I am afraid
By the time someone took action
He was deep within the grave
© Amy Bohack  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

It's time for my repot

Trusting for me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non-erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce external growth. I have to repot my soul's bulb in positive nutrient filled soil. The environment needs to be just right, enough open space for the light to shine so my fruits of labor can ripen bright. Attaining the level of comfort within my parts, enough to remove the need to exercise manipulation as an art. Exhausting all wants to comfort every lonely heart. I’m ready to sprout and lengthen my roots with worth and healing and when undug, they can be found. I’ve come to realize I am tired of surviving; I want to live life now. I want to give without being taken advantage of. Learning to rely on my HPs guidance, practice trusting trustworthy people because yes those still can be found. I Acknowledge I am not in control and that is ok. How can a flower bloom if its vision is blurred by someone else’s gloomy day? I need to just stay in my pot and enjoy the sun rays, I am a precious being and I deserve good days.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member They Are Blessed

The greatest treasure throughout of lives

Is to know that unequaled feeling 

That feeling that exceeds all others

In depth, in passion, in pure heavenly bliss

The feeling called love

Nothing has equaled it since time began

It is why we're here

To share part of our soul

With another being

Another soul who is also searching for love

When these two hearts meet

That unmistakeable attraction we all have known

At one time or another in our lives

Grabs our attention

That magic feeling unequaled

Of passion that we long to share with someone

To revel in an affair to be remembered

All through our lives

Those that know the secret of love

Know the secret of life

They are truly blessed!


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

What'smy Worth

"What's My Worth"



What is my worth
Have I failed 
Has my boat went ahead and sailed 
Did I leave myself on the shore 
Because I was valuedy lessaawe
When I knew I equaled more 
So what do I do
What can I say 
To get back those years 
Nobody could replace
Pick myself up without a doubt
Learning my value is what it's all about 

Find the value of yourself 
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself 
But don't think twice 
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth

Currency is broken down out of order 
Like pennies,nickels,dime and quarters
That's how our life sometimes feels out of order 
What's the value of self worth
Get it together 
Stop allowing your self to get hurt 
Stop making decisions without a clear vision
To yourself be loyal
We have a Father that's Royal
He said so as a man thinketh  so Is he 
So you determine what you want to be 
Anything is possible 
Don't put a limit on yourself 
It's costable 

Find the value of yourself 
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself 
But don't think twice 
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth

Don't give up on your dreams
Stop looking for things 
That are materialistic 
Look inside yourself or maybe you missed it 
Revise look up and down 
Life so rewarding go get your crown 
Don't put yourself down 
It's not a good feeling 
Ask God for supernatural healing
Don't dis encourage for you can have to
But first you have to learn your value 

Find the value of yourself 
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself 
But don't think twice 
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth
 Repeat until chorus fade 
Written by: Concetta Hardnett 
2/24/15
Form: Prose


Premium Member There's a dead horse in my bathtub

I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not.  As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma of explaining why I beat the horse to death in the first place.  Granted it is a metaphorical horse and as such was given life through my personification of its being and undoing.  Thus, I keep it in the bath tub for use as a subtly stupid response to inquiries such as “how’s it going”and “what’s new”, to which I reply: “There’s a dead horse in my bathtub”.

I once knew that 2 plus 2 equaled 4.  Not so sure anymore as I never accounted for inflation, deflation, tariffs, or the rising heat index as the planet shrinks and the stock marked rates crypto currency and jelly beans have been outlawed.  Remember, penny candy, jelly beans, paper with sticky sugary dots, Mary Jane’s.  Probably not.  But I digress as presently you can’t get a thought for a penny as in “a penny for your thoughts”.  It now requires filling out a 12 page terms and conditions document and a 25 dollar filing fee.  This may account for the reason so many are presently thoughtless or worse yet that when one person has a thought so many grab onto it and repeat it parrot-like until they start to argue over who’s thought it is or was.  This usually engenders a plethora of lawsuits over the violation of someone’s “intellectual” rights.
Form: Prose

Rose Petals and Open Hearts

Vivid pictures of you & I are constantly running
circles through my mind
The times we shared when together are playing
on a loop in real time
These moments shine as bright spots tend to draw
attention in dark times
My reflection brings me joy in a real sense so when
I have to see in the dark I don't mind
What we have is infinite & like Gods mind it can never
be equaled in any sense
When we met I found my match & it sparked a flame
that's burn only for you ever since
You activated this light in my heart space that's burned
brightly ever since
The sight of you still gives me chills to this day
activating my passion in this sense
Rose petals and flower scents fill me with strong 
emotions like a heavy heart
My emotions flow like electricity through open currents
& having you in mind creates sparks
My fire still burns for you despite the distance as no
one but you can ignite these sparks
You'll always be that eternal flame that never dies 
because of your permanent place in my heart
Form: Rhyme

Hold My Beer

Some say that our people
will never, ever get along,
that skin is our ‘identity,’
that old, bigoted song.
Some must always be victims,
and others will oppress,
the groups A, B, C are awful,
but D, E, F are best.
I don’t care much for that,
but one thing is clear,
taking home Shanise tonight,
so wingman, hold my beer.

Others cry technology
is destined to stagnate,
that another dark age
we should anticipate.
They say we don’t innovate,
our minds are growing dim,
they rightly point out failures
enforced by government.
But I saw the private rocket fly,
brought me nearly to tears,
I’ll get to space so kindly
shut up, and hold my beer.

Many of the academics
say that the glories past
can never be equaled,
and teach post-modern trash.
Disregard for story-tellers
is their latest theme,
thinking to find greatness
with no plot or strong leads.
That’s what they’re resigned to,
there are no more Shakespeares,
the creative mind smirks and
says,”Buddy, hold my beer.”

Loud voices say religion
is unenlightened clap-trap,
then they cannot figure out
why more young men snap.
They say prayer is backwards,
a superstitious lie,
that is serves no purpose,
has outlived its time.
But the Big Man told me
to tell you loud and clear
that you should look to your soul,
and also, hold His beer.

All across this hard Earth
they say we are doomed,
our flaws are overwhelming,
the end if coming soon.
Trendy are the misanthropes,
be they green or ivory,
they celebrate failure,
rationalize misery.
Acting as if it’s all done,
there are no more frontiers,
but human will doesn’t quit,
step back, and hold my beer.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Face of Hope

Over a hundred years of miracles
     dating back well before statehood
   Pioneers who made the desert bloom
     Though no one thought they could 

   Fighting off constant terror attacks
     plows in one hand, rifles in the other
   Working eighteen hours a day, six days a week
     One for all and all for one, everyone a brother  

   Rising from the ashes of the Nazi holocaust
     six million maimed, tortured, killed
   Three short years later, declared a state
     that only they and God willed 

   650,000 Jews, half of them new refugees
     armed with hammers, saws, and brooms
   fought off the attacks of Egypt, Syria, Jordan
     Lebanon, Iraq, and the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem

   All while taking in 875,000 Jewish refugees from Arab lands
     resettling them in threadbare quarters
   Today, boasting a world-class economy and over 9 million people
     Israel is the world's face of hope, her story never equaled
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Wide-Eyed and Eager

There are some things in life
That you never forget
Buried deep down in your soul
Your very first kiss
Your first two wheel bike
The very first cookie you stole

Nothing quite compares
To a lifetime of memories
A treasure trove to cherish forever
Your sixty-five Corvette
With a 350 engine
Feelings never equaled ever

Nostalgic these memories
When the world was brand new
Your life was just waiting to be lived
Experiencing new things
Exciting new adventures
You've got so much giving to give

May think my time's come
To throw in the towel
Plan to still be around for a while
Got stuff to explore
Lotsa places to see
Still wide-eyed and eager like a child

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

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