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Tried to write something phylosophical
But the strain on my brain was immense
Heard something whir then POP
Thought to myself, “that can't be good”
Felt fine otherwise
But suddenly was able to complete
Complex mathmatical equations with ease
Never ever been accused of being a genius before
But all of a sudden I was able to figure out
The meaning of life among other amazing feats
Then a vision of my Mummy dear
Who passed away in nineteen-seventy
Reached out and patted me on the head
And said, “I'm so proud of you, my son”
“Was just talking to Albert Einstein yesterday
And he told me they were preparing
A place of honour for you up here”
Belted myself on the side of the head
To make sure I wasn't dreaming
I wasn't dreaming!!!
Nearly swallowed my dentures though
Started coughing and sputtering and reciting
“To be or not to be, that is the question”
Now I know I've heard that somewhere before
“Whether it is nobler...” Shakespeare perhaps
Well to make a long story short
When I return to the Soup
Be prepared to greet a whole different Jack
A much more sophisticated Jack
One that will absolutely blow you away
With his new found smarts
One that you'll feel honoured to call a friend
And if you believe all of this
I have some valuable swamp land in Florida
To offer you at a very good price!
© Jack Ellison 2014
GIFT OF CHOICE
I opt for light that illuminates
and certainly not darkness,
For a life of choice not chance,
To be motivated not manipulated,
To be useful not to be a used fool,
To make changes not excuses,
To excel higher feats not compete.
I embraced peace not peril that flies,
or societal menace that makes nuisance.
I espoused happiness not happenings,
Self-esteem and not self-pity as it seem,
I choose revelation not only information,
To heed or adhere to my inner voice
not random opinion that besiege us.
I picked inestimable life and not death,
choose stewardship till I submit my breath.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: quatern (16 lines).
Copyright© December2022.
creatures of the shadows of the dawn and the dusk
older than iron and clay ..blood and rust
the secrets of darkness surviving on the thoughts of others
unstitched by imagination when eyelids are uncovered
legends told through history and the ages of time
the lore of folklore in the subconscious mind
the strength of a god like lightening to a tree
the unarmed lumberjack bringing the forest to its knees
the true king of the jungle bipedal in stride
the forest a hay stack with a needle to hide
the magicians of flora and fauna cast spells of disbelief
sillohettes fragmented images behind the shadows of leaf
no shaman nor outcast can ever compete
with the masters of the forest and all of their feats
the legends remain shrouded in mystery
the monster untamed throughout all of history
many a men have tried on their tracks
many a men have never come back
Compassion’s heart, mercy’s gentle touch
angel’s wings speed to scenes
of blood, guts and gore
Where, O where has the god of history seen this before …
From the narrow passage at Thermopylae
to the other side of the Rubicon
From the bloody invasion of Jerusalem
to the feats of Genghis Kahn
From the legends of Clara Barton
and Florence Nightingale
to the haunting sirens of Red Cross Trucks
traversing World War One and Two's living hells
When will mankind follow the path of those who treasure life
lay down their arms ~ end war’s woe and strife
God* is my Companion in my walk midst doubtfulness
Constantly keeping me in His Word’s truthfulness
Causing me to depend on His faithfulness
…And call unto Him with supplication-earnestness!
God is my Companion in my walk midst discouragement
Constantly comforting me by His satisfaction’s fulfillment
Causing me to obey His commandment
…And cry unto Him in my weakness-ailment!
God is my Companion in my walk midst disturbances
Constantly leading me thru His wisdom’s paces
Causing me to trust His security’s braces
…And cleave unto Him against carnality-excuses!
God is my Companion in my walk midst delays
Constantly upholding me by His grace He wondrously displays
Causing me to see His face in my prayer-place
…And come unto Him to express my ifs with my wish-relays!
God is my Companion in my walk midst distractions
Constantly focusing me to His directions
Causing me to listen to His instructions
…And cling unto Him with my commitment-resolutions!
God is my Companion in my walk midst defeats
Constantly lifting me up by His power’s treats
Causing me to depend on His victory feats
…And cast unto Him my cares for restoration-retreats!
God is my Companion in my walk midst distress
Constantly counseling me with His precepts He does sweetly express
Causing me to cherish His divine touch of heavenly caress
…And communicate unto Him my love-filled decision-address!
*Leviticus 26:12 And I will walk among you, and will be your God, and ye shall be my people.
September 1, 2018
DECONSTRUCTING Major League Baseball
When will MLB fans acknowledge
and question the REAL Cheating
taking place right under their noses.
The Pitch Clock
The Pitch Count
THE CLOSER
The Netting
The Expansion
THE PHANTOM BASE RUNNER
The Biggest Form of Cheating?
THE TINY LITTLE BALLPARKS.
A 14 year old Mark Mcgwire could
clear the fence, LEFT HANDED
Eddie Murray would have 500 Home Runs ,
FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE PLATE.
Mickey Mantle would be a Member
of the 1000 HOME RUN CLUB
LEGENDARY HANK AARON would be a Member
of the 1500 HOME RUN CLUB.
Why not give anyone and everyone
who makes it to The Big Show a 6ft solid gold trophy
for participating in Major League Baseball.
Let's not forget how MLB cheated Atlanta
out of the ALL Star Game.
Or cheated the Fans out of seeing their ALL Stars
by wearing those Diversified Equity Inclusion Uniforms.
However, we just might see another 500 Career game winner.
When they shorten the game to 7 innings.
Requiring only 3 complete innings
to qualify for a win.
We just might see another 5000 strike pitcher ,
when MLB goes to Artificial Inntelligence
and expand the strikeout zone from toe to chin.
INSTEAD , how about we celebrate what was accomplished before the Insanity of Y2K.
Not the 420 ft Monster HOME RUN ,
and totally forget that straight away
Centerfield Tiger Stadium was 440 ft.
Not the 200 Strike Out Season knowing ,
the record is 383.
Not the 15 game win season knowing
The last 30 game win season
was more than 50 years ago
My real REAL question is...
Is MLB complicit in destroying the game of baseball ?
Are the people at the top , involved with Big Government and DEI infected Corporations trying to destroy the memories and Legends who established MonuMENTAL feats.
Emphasis on mental.
Is this what build back better is all about?
Michael E.Harris
1392024
My memory caress your day;
With wide open arms,
We embrace the day's brief touch...
My handshake's will, overstay;
With Wide open arms,
We stroke each other's back such...
My eyes survey your look;
With Wide open lens,
We both learn of the difference!
My gaze weighs such feat on hook;
With wide open lens,
We knew of growth's past reference.
Regards to how well we come....
With wide open hope,
Of how far trials go cum grace.
Wisdom silently waltz thumb,
With Wide open hope,
That favour will run our race.
My touch that long for you, friend-
With Wide open joy;
Feels how words burn down ego.
With peace and pain, we all blend;
With wide open joy,
Presence and of letting go:
Presence massage weary time,
With wide open drink...
Letting go brings distant vibe.
We shall celebrate great climb;
With wide open drink,
More than what words could describe.
When next we meet, insha God;
With wide open praise,
Everyone would testify-
To His goodness in our squad,
With wide open praise...
Of good things feats beautify.
AMEN!
In secret temples, hidden from the sun
A false faith gathers, deceit is done
Gullible hearts, enslaved by design
Treasures drained, with prophetic lies divine
Their slogans echo, "Bring ye, bring ye"
Promising blessings, but delivering misery
To the obedient, a "bless ye" they say
But to the rebellious, "curse ye" each day
Elites and innocents, deceived and torn
Scriptural knowledge used to justify their scorn
Wolii, Pasito, Alfa, Malam, with strategies grand
Enriching themselves, at others' command
Unsolicited prayers, astrological feats
Deceiving the vulnerable, with wicked treats
Daughters, sons, and wives, in trouble abide
Property and inheritance, seized with pride
They claim divine right, a direct hotline
Their opinions supreme, actions unstinted and fine
"Lest thou touch the anointed of God" they cry
While craftiness impoverishes, and hope denies
Heaven's promise, a distant, fading light
Yet death's dark shadow, fills their hearts with fright
Mansions rise, empires grow, with oily gain
Anointing oils, aprons, handkerchiefs sold in vain
Armored convoys, bulletproof cars, their ride
A contradiction, to their heavenly pride
Their actions shout, "We fear, we hide"
While preaching courage, with a false, holy stride.
I set off on an ambitious journey;
Several years gone I embarked on a travel
To a beautiful destination miles away,
And I did not know the paths very well.
I thought it would take a year or two
To reach that much-desired end,
But it’s a whole seven years now
And I’m still trekking, friend.
I knew other littler destinations
That mortals of softer tissues chose,
But those I counted not manly enough,
For their easy reach, and being boring close.
And while they finished their journeys
And sat to receive cheap medals from men their kind,
I still did the tricky roundabouts and travelled on
Till sometimes the path became too blurred to find.
I might be wrong and I might be right
To hazard such a full-size risk upon my little life,
But these journeys have their stern immutable code
Once you set off, you must finish despite the strife.
I could be lost and I could be right on track,
But now it’s too late to worry or cry.
The path I took has no places to turn
And one must trudge ahead until they die.
And unlike other commoner voyages
Where one may other wayfarers find,
Here one walks alone and alone
Without turning to look behind.
There are no water spots beside the road
To sate the traveler’s long-borne thirst.
Nor are there any snack joints near
To quell the pangs of the journeyer cursed.
One moves and moves without rest
Until they either reach the prescribed end,
Or die at some fiddly portion of the road,
Such as a sharp corner or an unexpected bend.
The chances of failure are all-time high
And those of triumph near-nil bro,
No congrats for simple feats
The kind that softer men applaud with awe.
With all my woes faithful friends will wonder
What in history shall become of me.
I desire no laurels for nerve or raw bravery
Nor some posthumous honorary degree.
A simple epitaph befitting a demented traveler
Will suffice for a restless man like me:
“He Took the Road That Many Dreaded”.
And on my head plant an evergreen tree.
A nonentity I lived:
Ignoring all the risks that others could see;
A nonentity I’m prepared to die:
My only mourners an epitaph and a tree.
Abide grand grace such lovely airs,
Meet wonder here in glimpse of hope;
Unseen deep face that flavours flair,
Sight wanders dear as act sculpts scope;
Ink sure fond writes that tell crisp tale,
Now work fine feats with awesome touch;
Gain thoughts that cite wise wit that sails.
Mind bitter sweet with more and much,
Urge joy to play a happy chance;
Set sights to live such profound times,
Indulge this day love's sacred dance;
Note how you give blessings that rhyme,
Groom pun and wit as zest funds soul,
See heart now fit a sacred whole.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2017
Singapore