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The best Christmas gift I receive each year
Is love, simply pure sweet affection
What could possibly be more cherished than that
It's the meaning of Christmas on reflection
Too bad this feeling doesn't last the whole year
What a joyous world it would be
Dream on little fellow, you're a wee bit delusional
You're sounding like a nostalgic retiree
The world has changed and not for the better
It's just a personal opinion I quote
Gone are the days of warm Christmas visits
Bearing gifts under big overcoats
Each generation has it's own treasured memories
Today's kids will remember theirs fondly
But ask anybody from back in the forties
They'll say those were the best, by golly
© Jack Ellison 2013
Resolution To...Too... Tooth... Thou..
(house sand zero, and own nine)
Wine hot ja... jes... justa bead devout
boo... boos...booze hound 'n
frog git (hic cup) bout...
new yea ears rez: hill loo... dang
(burp) louche huns, eh an...,
and beg... agh hen ah nee new wheel 'ear
as zha roosting gadabout
fra... fru... froom this ska...
ski... skid... row... man hunk scout,
ah so... sub... sober chip... er ...,little
tea...poe... pot short and stout
er... chap, cuz in necks stay...hm...
here...ism handle, and thar hiz muss spout
oh...ha rill lee odd doubt
y'all 'member wha...whi...
whoa, what 'prom says 'eed shout
th... hiss hex 'spurt advice
fro...fru...framed dis lout, yea?
What a difference (in meaning), clear
as hub ba hell...(belch) bell jar quake
obvious, (when one not pull lath ta heard) ,
my...er re... rev vol ting... lush 'n not be opaque,
one alphabetic character doth make
duff France sans, the nineteenth versus twenty
first letter of English... lake
really awesome man, how dog nabit,
I could hood ho...hu... hoof accomplished...
rather steal piece o'@$$ er...rather tastykake
alm high ghouls when hide goot awake!
As somewhat (hmm...) not so evident,
one need not be a rocket
surgeon, or brain scientist
visa viz mastercard whiz
at effect of one sprocket...
nor a judge explaining gobbledygook
of law to witness in docket,
cuz this po boy haint moost
richly endowed in his pocket,
nor talented ska, rocksteady,
or reggae tunesmith
never earning any moolah, but forced to sell
off each dreaded locket.
Fellow Americans, this poetaster
lacking hocus pocus
not merely here tubby chiefly
as time waster, with locus
of airy mission to plant sole
lee seeded to shift your focus
from aimining to satisfy reVolution verse us
impossible mission couched
as reSolution lest ye be deemed
moost laughable joker, who makes major fuss!
“Tired I am, ”
You told me the other day my friend,
“for many good deeds have I been doing for so long
but
recognition for my contribution I haven’t received
any. Why?”
Here is my reply, to you gentle friend of mine,
Written with the tenderness your kind heart has come
So very well to know,
Tell me:
Does the sun care to be appreciated for the affection it
Embraces the earth
Or
For the caresses, its rays so abundantly dispense to
Each mountaintop?
Does the cloud request a reward for the load it carries
In its bosom
Or
For the drops of rain that so kindly bestows onto the
Arid ground?
Does the earth seek payment from the seed when into
Its soil is planted
Or
For the fruits, the trees so bigheartedly distribute, rebellious
Stomachs to appease?
Does the bee demand compensation for pollinating
The flowers
Or
For producing its divine honey that even the immortals so
Much enjoy?
Does the wind ever insist on any fee when through the
Leaves whispers
Or
For when the murmur of brooks and the melody of singing birds
Transmit?
Shouldn’t we, my loving friend, be inspired by nature’s unselfish
Examples
And
Share our soul’s wealth, expecting nothing in return, from our
Fellow humans?
And finally
Is there anything we could ever think, that is nobler and holier than
Doing our Lord’s will?
If there isn't,
Then
Don't you ever complain, my friend, because good deeds are never wasted
Since
They are always noticed by the watchful eye of our heavenly father, who
Is delighted to see you contribute to the maintenance of his creation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 July 2021
In depths of mind we despair
chilled within the barren dark
we look hard, inside out
for answers to unknown questions
but none are really there
it's us that makes it disappear
no wrongs that can be right
alone we're left to fight
thru it all, until we see
some sort of light
I believe in heart,
in strength, in fellow man
that there is more good than bad
but only notice when we feel sad
for us, for others, we love
and love we do
not passion,.not heat
but a true held empathy
where hands reach out to meet
to greet, one another
from that fall, the falters
those endless feelings
that won't wither when the winds change
I reach out, others they reach too
for there is love
and there is heart
waiting to share
to care, to warm the chill
and guide us
from life's ill
I’m in touch with my earnest feelings,
delight, pleasure, elation, gladness,
each day I awake to sunshine,
is’nt it such a grand privilege,
which I now deeply cherish,
for eternal moment lodging,
without inhibition or delay,
or at random point of reference,
other than to pause and gaze,
in burghs, hubs, alleys, drives,
to treasure, revel in, foster
gatherings of cordial folk,
who sense fellow inklings,
that impromptu golden spark,
of hobby, post, humour, zeal,
as time that astute passerby,
non judgemental watcher,
sentient in its observance,
does not dare to cut across,
interrupt or belittle magic,
on the hour instant interaction,
vital for searcher’s true quest
Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,
Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring poertysoup joumou,
Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,
Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.
This is a powerful, yet historical soup,
With a strong message. This tradition
Started after the Battle of Vertières,
When the Haitian Army defeated the French.
Haiti fought and won its Independence,
On January 1st.1804 in Gonaives, Haiti,
And became the first Black Republic
In the world. Believe me, this is amazing.
Poetrysouo joumou symbolizes Respect, Freedom,
Independence, Peace, Equality and Liberty. It stands
Against slavery, bigotry, racism, unfairness, injustice,
White supremacy, nepotism, inequality and prejudice.
Our Haitian ancestors could not consume such a delicacy
Before, where only the Colonists, the Affranchis
Or the Freedmen could enjoy. The defeat of Gen. Rochambeau
By General J.J.Dessalines had changed the entire scenario.
Please join all Haitians throughout the world by drinking,
Eating and savoring 'soup joumou', the Haitian squash soup,
On the first day of every year. Celebrate in memories of strong men,
And women who fought for Liberty, Equality and Fraternity.
Please read the history of the mysterious island of Haiti,
To enhance your knowledge of the world's history.
The Haitian People, in spite of constant internal fights,
Are strong, resilient, friendly, funny and intelligent.
Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Friendships are made, friendships are broken
But the friendships here on the Soup
Are as strong as any that have ever existed
Unencumbered by outside influences
They thrive in an atmosphere of a common language
Which is love, compassion, and joy
In the knowledge there are still loving souls out there
Amid the turmoil that exists in the world
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
They have always been part of the human condition
This desire to be king of the hill
Starts early on with childhood interaction
Bullies trying to prove their superiority by strength
But their strength is usually only physical
There is also a strength of character
Which the so called meek of the earth can possess
That is stronger than physical strength
Strength of character is the strength I describe
Those that possess it often go on to great success
If their fire within is allowed to burn brightly
So let the friendships here on the Soup
Burn brightly with the love of the written word
The words in rhyme that communicate
A love of our fellow inhabitants
Of this wonderful site and this wonderful world
We call Earth!
© Jack Ellison 2014
As I was gliding airingly down the street,
In the bright blue dread of the heat
I caught a glimpse of something old, wistful
In a puddle by the roadside
Its appearance was so mournful
My attention, out of breath
For it soon sank into view
That this despondent-looking fellow
Is none other than ME
As wonder crept in, night became darkness
My sense of direction blurred
I plodded along, helplessly at the bereft sight of things
Wonder came into focus, nature overtook nurture and time swept me along past my golden days
The walk was arduous
Efficient only in its meaningless purpose
As dead as I was inside
I still lived
Mistress time had stripped me of my benevolent beauty and left me tattered in my tender years
Poverty and Time are old rivals
Like the moon and the sun, competing for our affections
Unsatisfied with the days
What was a routine stroll along turned into a roll of the dice.
Never did I imagine this.
Such inescapable detail.
My thoughts emptied into darkness
And my experience of life, tainted.
The feel of my skin like sandpaper,
My movements became sluggish at best
As I counted down my years into days
Days of labour
Days of regret
Days into hours into nothing
A belt of blue cheese at the feet
Makes the mountain beyond Bachuma gate
Glow in that mysterious hues that all distant
Mountains carry upon their crooked humps
A wall behind which the Mombasa sun sheepishly hides
Until the herders of the low lands suffocate it with dust
From a thousand pairs of hooves, then it rises up the mountain
That splits a people into two Counties, a farmer and a nomad
The watchtower of our fore fathers
Against animal and fellow man
That mountain saved lives
And became a shrine
For the exaltation of HE who curved it
From raw matter, embellished with caves
That invites humanity from E and W to drop jaws
A fair day will beckon from this mountain
With orange smile of a sun eager to ascend into sky
A dreary one will keep you waiting, encumbered
By a shroud of fog, that smoky mesh that covered
Burnt sacrifices in the golden days, yet a day
Of profound beauty, as colourful as a people tending a field of crops
Watered by the mountain spring, will emerge
The mountain of peace, for the elders swear by it
While mending feuds, Will remain forever
Its work among the creatures of earth undone
Interminable strife betw’n man and beast
Getting louder by day in the corridors of Tsavo Park
May the stony humps echo the survival anthem
Before the giggle and belch of hyenas drown it
Herders of low lands, for a century, scrutinize the mountain’s shadow
To stay off hoof breaking haste driving their speckled animals to rest
That mountain will be standing there tomorrow
Waiting for the sun and rain
It will hear man sobbing
It will listen to birds singing
The hyena will growl
It will not hear
You always seem to be one step ahead
You did it again my sweet
Next anniversary gonna say it first
So I surely won't be beat
What a dummy, gave away my plan
Forget what I said, just joking
It really doesn't matter who says it first
Such a silly game I'm promoting
Can't do it, it's more than a silly game
Can't just let it all just flow
If you damn well beat me to it next time
There's a penalty just so you know
The penalty will be 48 hugs and kisses
All fully clothed if you so wish
Prefer birthday suits but the choice is yours
You are such a delicious dish!
Dream on little fellow, the gods are saying
That day ain't soon gonna happen
Won't be administering any damn penalty
So stop your gums from a-flappin'
(grinning)
© Jack Ellison 2014