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Up and at 'em, the old saying goes
But today's not one of those days
Still got sleepy in my tired old eyes
Everything is just a big haze
It's harder and harder to jump outta bed
Welcoming each brand new morning
Lotsa things change as we start to age
They happen without any warning
Once was able to walk for a mile
Without having to sit by a tree
Now just making it across the street
Without stopping is a challenge for me
My life has proven damn good so far
No serious health issues or stuff
Been a lucky individual all my long life
Never once have I fallen on my duff
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hot, dry, dusty was the dirt road
That lead to childhood home
Summers meant some freedom to walk
That road and in woods roam
Walk or ride bike to the little
Creek, watch fish dart and play
Damp the bank and cool on a hot
Dry summer's long, long day
Sometimes some kin would come; cousins
Gather around; to woods
We would go to build a play fort
From anything we could
A fallen limb, sticks, stones, pinecones
We would put them to use
Imagination came alive
Thoughts, ideas running loose
Those days had their glory, play filled.
It's good to remember
What fun childhood could be _should be
But then came September
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Rosemary kept its fragrance longest where your sleeve had once bent through it; no gardener ever spoke of such small fidelities.
Root by root, I forgot the names of constellations until Orion became only the interval your breathing used to cross before sleep.
Resin closed around a fallen wing; amber finished the touch that time itself had left unfinished.
Ruin admitted one white hellebore between two loosened stones; no seed was seen to enter, yet every spring returned there first.
Rapture arrived without astonishment: the candle shortened, the chapel darkened, and still the perfume of warm wax continued kneeling in the air.
River water carried away our reflections at once, yet the reeds along the bank continued leaning toward the place where they had disappeared.
Rook after rook found separate branches; when the wind grew still, the leaves between them ceased to tremble first.
Humpty Dumpty
By Curtis Johnson
We all get knocked about or slip and fall down; but we don’t have to sit around and mope.
All of us were born for a purpose; so let’s get busy finding it, because life is not a joke.
We are neither the first nor last to make mistakes; none are perfect; not even the pope.
Sometimes, we are blown by the wind and lose our sails; but never let go of hope.
We can go anywhere we want to, and there’s still plenty of time to get on the boat.
Stay connected to the ones you love; work and study hard; learn all you can; take notes.
Get quality and timely rest; do your best to stress less; and by all means, stay away from dope.
Neither God nor any human said that life would be easy; but there are good and decent ways to cope.
Let’s not spin our wheels, whining about the milk that spilled, and complaining about other folks.
You may be out of cash and have neither property nor equity; but that does not mean that you are broke.
You may have fallen to the bottom of the pit, but there ‘s someone at the top, extending to you a rope.
No, we need not experience Humpty Dumpty’s great fall, nor collapse like the walls of Jericho.
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the weak, they fall in silence on the way
they're wounded by the words that people say
the strong, they keep on marching night and day
and for the fallen, they don't stop to pray
the Darwin theory plays in social life
survival of the fittest in the strife
The strong, they maim and then run off in glee
A branch struck down from their familial tree
Community, a fable, sweet to share
but fable nonetheless, so few can care
If one is, hurt the body, it must bleed*
But it goes on, dismembered by the deed
There is no honor in demeaning talk
The walk of shame, the path they will not walk
Eileen Manassian
I come from a shame and honor society....a person's good name is more important to him/her than fortune or fame. So few know the meaning of true honor....The Bible comes from this region of the world...
Proverbs 12: 1 & 2-
A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.
New International Version (NIV)
Matthew 12: 36- But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
Empty words...Jesus says that if you call your brother stupid....you are in danger of hell fire....Something to think about....
Matthew 5:22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
*In I Corinthians 12, Paul uses the analogy of the body to depict the community spirit that believers should have:
22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor......that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…
Tweet on, “Oh ship of state…”
this Union, this rudderless human joining…
Oh, to be a deer in the wood
the silent wood, the sea of green, the eye of calm
to hear naught but the patter of rain.
And, taste only the dewy mist
on the tip of pedal pink tongue.
To not have soiled the soul, flesh eater, destroyer
To be Un-manned…
To run and leap, doe-eyed, over fallen log…instead of fallen foe.
To rise a-dawning in the mist of a four-legged dream.
To be mounted by a loyal buck
and birth a quivering fawn.
Surely, all the monkey mind has to offer
can not compare to the innocence of the doe.
Shut the roaring static, kill the jabber walkie
resurrect me silent, furred and free
amongst the fiddleheads and moss
of the wildwood.
I endure the presence of caterpillars while it delegates in such power
If I wish to become acquainted with the butterfly I'd treat it like a self propelled flower
Seeking life from barren ground
There's one that holds destiny that'll soon be found
Never could imagine one suffer on; in earthly fate
Although there's evil that surrounds us in bitter pain of agony hate
That would break the bonds to breathe and live
And then we'd be reborn again with the option to forgive
Find that God that goodness brings
A chance for change the hope of wings
As minutes pass by,the butterfly landed to my nose
She was as delicate as silk and bright as a rose
I heard the flutters to my ears
And yet the warmth in great saturation lingered and never disappeared
Let it feel safe and gravitate it to me like iron shavings
That extra daylight that would bring in daylight savings
A fallen blossom returning to home
I'd treasure with me forever and keep it as my own
i'm no longer haunted by your kind consuming smiles
fallen walls are caved in and stronger.
my pedals have been plucked
one by one
and once I had no more left
you cursed at how I reacted
how I still stood up
and then months pass and im consumed
I believe it's you.
You suck the nectar dry
squishing the grass around me,
dragging your feet along the grass so the dirt becomes exposed.
every grain of dirt splattering up in a mess
a chaotic puzzle
you knew i'd become weak and fragile
just like you're own soul
damaged. Unattended. Left behind.
Except you didn't know I've lost my pedals often
I've grown accustomed to lose them from every relationship
every lesson,
every winter and holiday spent alone or in argument,
I've been plucked more times than you've even imagined
yet you think you can rip out my heart and pride
Every time I grow back stronger,
a little wiser
and a little calmer
So pluck away.
I've saved my soul.
I've saved myself
survived the cold
You're nothing but a candied centerpiece,
always waiting for someone to fix your surroundings
when i'm waiting for my table,
reassuring,
solid,
reliable.
You've given me the ability to see that through
see what I truly deserve
And I hope you too can grow back your pedals
We know that life is a journey.
And Death is also a continuation of the journey.
As it marks the end of the body's journey.
And the new beginning of the souls journey
A branch has fallen from the tree
But he only drifted to become free
In a manner coherently sloppy like a scree
To obtain divine authority like a decree
Perhaps his time seemed too brief
But let's not lengthen it with deep grief
True it came unannounced like a thief
But his memory should be decorated like a chief.
It's not how long a man lived
But how impactful was the life lived
Although it's expected of us to be grieved
But it's actually time to get his memory archived.
It's true his parting left a void
Because of an incident we couldn't avoid.
But he is not trapped in a void
Rather he is moved on like a car that has been refuelled.
#PoeticLord#
(c) June 2019
A lattice of vines covers this resting place
Some headstones fallen, lying in the grass,
That I drift back into hedges of t i m e,
Where markers seem to hum life’s stories.
This quiet glade, an archive on a ridge,
keeps secrets untold where stones are marked~
As a cloak of vines protects all those gone by
remembered not by any living heart.
I wonder if those reposed could share their tales
Before crumbling away as nameless dust;
Their sorrowful mysteries so hidden
Entwined now, with the vines’ languishing blooms.
To leave this place ~ where silent souls abide
Is to be aware of my unknown days,
For when, in dimming light, inscriptions crack
Will I be forgotten, like these old headstones?
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