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Some days do not go quite the way that you planned;
surprises will often fall right in your lap.
Today, such a day, but all ended quite grand;
inflexible schedules can become a trap.
So did I leave chores on the table undone?
They’ll be there tomorrow; of this I am sure.
My son-in-law and I both worked and had fun;
the rain’s coming soon, but the gutter’s secure.
Plus, as a bonus, I saw all the mayhem,
like Greer getting undressed to race through the yard.
A stray and the watchdog, just hanging out, playin’;
you don’t get much done when you’re laughing so hard.
Although of plans, I’m a general proponent,
life can be sweet when you live in the moment.
Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite!
Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright!
Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret!
Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!!
Youthfulness, like a peacock, expressed blissful boyishness!
Cherished, as in a colorful garden, in joyousness!
There entered, as though foul eagles, the puritan grown-ups!
Blowing up every flaw of mine in colorful close-ups!!
Then, the kryptonite of my unwillingness to marry!
As I felt, I need not have heavy burdens to carry!
There crept in, the vultures, questioning my male potency!
Laughed! Abandoned me at the hands of divine destiny!!
A fallacy, like an unknown big bug, entered my brain!
Or a mess, hell-like, hidden by grown-ups, for greater gain!
Link of truth, broken betwixt my, fantasies and person!
Or elements, like messy knots, leading me to treason...!!
All these kryptonite, were not like black kraits, life-consuming!
But something unknown went within me was very glooming!
Though the meaning of life, like permanent flowers, blooming!
Dejections... despairs..., day after day, dignity dooming!!
Heavy drinking, nay, my drunkenness, lo, held its head high!
Like a fallen man’s land-hit-head, looking up to the sky!
Friends, angels of greed, no gain from me, left far from my sight!
Alcoholism, though an excuse, became my kryptonite!
07 October 2021
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It happens quickly,
the chubby arms of a child
clinging to my neck one day,
and too soon those arms are around someone else
The busy early days of motherhood
fade into the days of the empty nest
The days and weeks rush by
until I hardly recognize the person in the mirror
Life’s purpose changes as the seasons pass,
yet, the days are rich with love
I am blessed, yet sometimes I miss yesterday,
when I was young and my kids were small
I miss the days of sticky kisses
and tackle hugs and problems to solve
that ended with grateful affection,
the days of long ago
However, each day is a gift
so, I will hold on to the important things
as the days rush by
at the speed of life
What's happened to modern day families
They once were a tight little group
The kids would visit Granny and Gramps
Someone would bring homemade soup
Folks arrived bearing goodies and sweets
And put all their stuff in the fridge
The kids would play their hide and seek games
While the old folks played Euchre or Bridge
Granny didn't mind that the house was askew
Afterwards we sat down for a chat
It sure looked like a big bomb had gone off
It was weeks before they located the cat
Today they email to say they can't make it
It's their time to scrub out the bath
And Susan broke a finger nail last night
She's sulking but I'm sure it won't last
Maybe in June we will find time to visit
We'll slot you into our journal
Between Tommie's first ever baseball game
And Susan's play, "Love Eternal"
©Jack Ellison 2012
Barely out of her teens, just seventeen
To be like the rest, she has to be seen
Peer power, to be amidst, life's pressure shows
Her hunger to be accepted, internally grows
Dark corners she turns into an unseen abyss
Becomes a parents nightmare, she's still in wish
No matter their words to allure her to family life
Peer power, she's amidst, deeper in strife
From alcohol to drugs to sleeping around
What becomes of ones daughter, so quiet and sound
Then came the day, but does their nightmare end
Their daughter so precious, into darkness descend
Peer power has taken, entangled she has become
No longer is she amidst, her blood no longer runs
Bravado, call it what you like, was a bridge to far
Peer power, now just forgotten, a momentary star
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php
Country life is simple,
Spacious and organic
Simple life is healthy life
Imagine natural beauty
Where you settle and established
Your family life and your future
Living the country is living with nature
Imagine your house in the midst of a valley
Beneath the foothill of a mountain
Near besides an all year round river
And grassy land for animal greasing
And access country village road
See, everything is accessible in your sight
The river where you can fish, bathe and laundry
The meadows, where you can raise livestock
The forest, where you can have wood and fresh air
The village country road, if you have a Hammer
Accessible to town for school, life and groceries
This country life is for good for retirement
This country life is for nature and humanity.
The success of a family
Is not based on talent
But by virtue and passion
Love is the nucleus that mend
All the relationship that binds
Every member to keep in touch
And contribute the welfare of everyone
Commitment is the first advantage
To make the ties strong
Loyalty is the energy that goes
Everyone's affection keep burning
Cooperation is the connector
That makes every member jive unity
In making things end meet
The success and failure of the family
Depend upon the leader that is working
Planning, initiating, and executing fairness
Intelligent, divisive and good governance
In making life, business and relationship
Alive, attainable, sustainable, dependable
Harmonious, relatable and fruitful life.
There I was born 65v years ago
no knowledge of my mum and dad
I was taken into a children's home
that's where I was many thought sad
But my hope was about to come good
a fine couple came to collect me
six long weeks I was in that home
till my register was legal to agree
So no blood relation do I have
cut off from family or any tie
no connection in tree and branch
cut down at root just left to die
Thankfully that fine couple adopted me
they gave me a cord to live life for free
so thankful when others have nothing
I am one, lived happily with no family tree!
(Having been adopted at 6 weeks, there's no blood connection for a family tree. Just some thoughts on what that feels.)
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My mom and dad loved one another
They said their “ I do’s” in ’37
then birthed two girls with their big brother
by their tenth Christmas in ’47.
Jovial times for the five of us
Three well-mannered kids, gifts from heaven
We had our holly Jolly Christmas
before Burl Ives in ’57.
Ten more years added two grandkids quick
when brother wed his sweetheart and friend.
Kids wait once more for Jolly St. Nick
Toys ‘neath the tree in ’67.
When next the decade finds me checking
I’m a wife, mother and aunt again.
This season three extras come decking
the Jolly halls in ’77.
We add a son. My oldest niece weds.
Her brother weds too, a Korean.
Fourth generation – two “great” girl kids
make Christmas rock in ’87.
Death takes its toll, both parents succumb.
Divorce claims two, four go to heaven.
New mates are found and babies still come
Four 'Jollys' had left us by 97.
No more gatherings of Jolly’s in sync
Nuptials and newborns increase our kin.
Breakups/adoptions buckle the links
that knot our gang, Christmas ’07
Moving ahead - ten more years outlined
Lots of fresh faces, some never seen
Thank God, for Facebook, pictures I find
Young Jolly green giants in ‘17.
Six more years pass changing the Jolly Tree
We see adoptions, babies, new mate, death.
Count: forty-six folks in year ’23.
In six generations, only two 'Jollys' left.
*My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time.
The dream i have
Is below this earth
Being dragged down
By a man not worth
They way he treated
Me and our kids
Drank our money
Left us on the skids
Home he would come
In his drunken state
As we await
To learn our fate
Our hopeful thoughts
He would fall asleep
Never to rise
Stay in the deep
It's not the thoughts
You share with your kids
To unlove your husband
See him well rid
In loyalty
I stayed up one night
To welcome my husband
To ensure he was alright
But there comes a time
In the craziness of life
As he arrived home this night
He ran out of life
My loving words
Not heard through the drink
In the kitchen he lashes
Bangs my head on the sink
Never again
Will he strike me again
My hands reach for the knife
To end our hell's pain
I strike out
As the blade pierces his heart
The words as he fell
Tears me apart
Where ever i go
You go as well
To the depths with my soul
In eternity hell
For many many months
The nightmares seem real
Trying to escape where he took me
On my throat, his hands feel
In sweat-en soak
My thoughts become clear
No longer this husband
Do my kids or I fear
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php