Long First person Poems
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You're a pain that hurts in the right places
You stabbed my heart and killed me right before the tongue hit the septum of my heart
Emotionally battered
I have been victimized by my circumstances
Tying my heart up in strings
Stealing my dignity and making me a prisoner
I long to be bound free
But constrained to this jail cell somewhat feels right
Had my father acted his part right
All this behind the scenes drama wouldn't be what the public sees
But here we are and all I wish is for this moment to seize
Enough of self pity
I am not the first person to be neglected by their father
I am not the first person longing for a father figures love
And that's where I have it all wrong
Healing doesn't come from whining and dining with pain
Reciting it day and night like it's a galaxy of change
I am the broken crayon with beautiful colors
And I won't colour the world without trying to do so amid my pain
Don't feel pity for me
I have my full limbs intact
Speech perfectly orated
What more can I ask for?
The heavens are besides me every single day of my way and so to be circumspectly broken is all I circumstancially want right now.
Jesus left Judaea, and departed again into Galilee
It was because of the Pharisees that He had to flee
It being Samaria that Jesus chose to travel through
Thus stopping by Jacobs well and the land that He knew
The Apostles had went to town to buy some meat
As the weary Jesus rested by the well in His seat
When soon a Sumerian women came up to the well
Such a loving story of hope but a little bit hard to tell
As then Our Lord said to her, "give me a drink"
Now this woman was at a loss as to what to think
For most Sumerians didn't normally talk to a Jew
And men didn't speak to woman as everybody knew
"But if you knew God and who just asked you for a drink"
And then the part about the living water really made her think
In so seeing her belief He told her to bring her husband here
Unmarried but divorced five times, yet to Jesus this was already clear
Well I just can't do this beautiful story any justice
As I am afraid the whole point you just might miss
May I suggest that you yourself read the rest in John Chapter 4
In the case of God's Word you will end up getting so much more
John4:26 Then Jesus declared, “I, the one speaking to you—I am he.”
This Samarian woman being the first person,
besides His Apostles, that Jesus revealed Himself too.
This also being Jesus' longest private conversation with anyone in the bible.
She was like a banana.
The best part of her was on the inside.
The amount of insulin I'd need trying to devour her whole.
God knows how much I love the thought of that.
The effect she'd have on me.
Each time I'd see her I'd unravel her piece by piece until all of her shown like never before.
The only problem was I was allergic to bananas.
Although her smell was intoxicating.
One taste of her and my throat would instantly swell.
Though I wouldn't prefer anything artificial.
I wanted the real thing.
When I revealed all of this to her she just laughed.
She laughed her ass off as a matter of fact.
Rocking back and forth.
Her little brown shoes clicking together.
Her yellow skin now a bit red.
Her freckles now in full view.
When I asked why she laughed she said its quite alright.
Most people I've met speak so highly of themselves.
Your the first person to admit you correctly know how to open a banana
Words
What were your words today?
What did you say to the first person you talked to?
Were your words kind?
What about the words to yourself?
As you looked in the mirror preparing for your day
Were your words kind?
What about your comments towards God?
Did you curse him as a non-believer or
Were your words kind?
Were you kind to the store clerk who was sick today?
Did you even speak to them?
Were your words kind?
You talk to your husband/wife
Were your words kind?
Were they delivered with love?
Your son or daughter
Were your words kind?
Were they delivered with love?
Tomorrow all words will be kind.
The way life should be
Delivered with love and kindness.
I can’t wait till tomorrow
Kind words for everybody.
Will you help me?
To The women I love
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Written by:
Männer si Léift
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"maintaining spatial consistency"
He tried to impress them with buying flying cars
buuilding "The Hillside Mansion"
3 custom Limos
He bought 2 Posh' Si Sports cars (rarest and most expensive car in the world)
he had horses
cattle
he tried raising ostrich
he owned a cactus leather plant
he made fashion wear and boots
he was rich wealthy and wise
until he meet her!
"Beautiful and smartmouthed"said one reporter
"suprising someone born so poor could
afford to be so dumb" said another.
"He has to love her: and maybe only he can" wrote
Tishtin Dale of Pretty People Magizine.
The return of actual paper news papers
was done using her as the first person in 20 years
to be one the cover. It din't flop
it was a great success to everyone
except those who dispised her.
When her goats and ducks became missing
people laughed
until they found weird things happening
around the world linked to
poeople who did simular things.
Aleins from Space had been taking these animals
said one sceintist.
He was found tied to a fence in a nearby city waken by strangers he told
a story of being telported and flying above the earth.
a huge chunck of gold
had been found in a very poor part of the city
and city leaders heard tale of aliens pointing sticks at mounds of dirt
and leaving the hot substance
there
only for people to find these large chuncks of gold
in the ghetto,
The claimers act of 2029 allowed these poor people to become super rich over night.
A story about a man flying without equipment
bending steel bars
they said he raced a locomotive
and stood in front of rolling boulders and stopped
them with his mere hands.
He took a steel building frame and used his eyes to heat it so he could walk through to retreive a lost kitten.
Preist and Preacher condemed him
while crowd gathered and jeered and whistled to him.
He used super speed to out pace lava, he
punched his way through granite so the lava
could flow under ground.
Jeolously reigned across the land and suddenly
men created machines and devices to challenge him!
I’ve been captivated by bees since I was a child
the day I discovered them in a field of sunflowers by chance.
What has fascinated me is not the way they buzz from flower to flower…
it is the way they dance.
As they moved from flower to flower…never stopping long…constantly advancing…
I would notice every now and then…how some of the honeybees were dancing.
I asked the bees about their dancing…but they were too busy to answer
always moving on ahead…
So one day I decided to ask the sunflower instead.
“Hey sunflower”, I asked…the sunflower gave me a furtive glance…
“Can you please tell me…if you know…why to honeybees dance”.
The sunflower thought for a moment…then whispered…soft and low
"It’s a secret…something only honeybees and all the sunflowers know”.
“But since you are the first person who ever asked me…although it is taboo
I think you’ve earned the right for me to share our secret with you.”
“All sunflowers have the ability to sing,” she said, “in voices loud and clear,
but sunflowers sing in a key only honeybees can hear.”
“It’s what attracts them to us in the first place…they don’t discover us by chance…
and our songs are so beautiful…it makes the honeybees dance.”
“The honeybees remember the dance produced by our sunflower song…
then share it to the other bees in the hive…so they can find us and dance along.”
For years, to no avail, I’ve tried to hear the sunflowers sing…
bending over or down on my hands and knees…
perhaps that’s why I’ve always been a little jealous of sunflowers and honeybees.
Of course as I’ve grown up I’ve found a different answer from apiologists
and in books as to how and why there are dancing honeybees…
but I prefer the answer
as a child…
one sunflower shared with me.
Take one more step and you will die
She hesitated her foot lingering in the air
Turning her gaze behind her
Trust me one more time Hop
The look of concern sprawling over his face
He was young a bit unkempt
His eyes seemed to undulate in varying shades
Just hop
She smiled as she surrendered to his whim
Thinking just a prank played
It was a bee she noticed
wings unbalanced
but unmoving
She reached a finger
prodding the insect in space
I can explain
She swivelled her head
No motion of any kind from anything
She could see the slivers of sunlight
Her legs for a moment
Shivered and dropped her to the ground
Sorry but your the first person who listened
He smiled as he offered her his hand
I am an Ender
We all wake up every morning
To a day like no other before
This world is still an experiment
With lots of mysteries to explore
One that's uppermost on peoples' minds
And a question unanswered so far
Is how they get the caramel inside
A Cadbury's Caramilk bar
Or why kamikaze pilots wear helmets
They're going to wind up in a crash
And how much spit does a person produce
Or how long is a hundred yard dash
Why don't nose hairs have to be trimmed
Is there a name for a male ballerina
Can illiterate people eat alphabet soup
How many octaves in an ocarina
Who was the first person to look at a cow
Started squeezing those dangly things
Then drank the stuff that came pouring out
They must have been real ding-a-lings
Did you ever get up and brush your teeth
And realized you're wiggling your bum
Why toasters toast till it's beyond recognition
Stating your name at AA, that's dumb
Pretty sure corn oil is made from corn
Wonder where baby oil is took
Why is it that something you're looking for
Is always in the last place you look
Well that's it for this mangey old geezer
My brain is beginning to ache
If you know the answer to any of these
Then speak up for goodness sakes
© Jack Ellison 2013
How do you spell Wonderful Human Being, it's spelled A-G-N-E-S.
My mom really was as wonderful as I claim, she was the greatest.
Everybody loved my mom because she cared.
When she got money, she donated to the homeless and The Oral Roberts Ministry, she shared.
When she died, the bond between us was severed.
But she's merely sleeping, she won't be gone forever.
When people are resurrected by Jesus, she will be the first person who I greet.
When you make her acquaintance, she'll be a person who you'll be happy to meet.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
I can quickly disappear into other realms
when my hands are holding a storybook.
I escape the harsh realities of this world
in the solitude of my quiet reading nook.
I don the disguises of characters I love.
With so many options I never get bored.
I'm Florence Nightingale on the battlefield,
or Joan of Arc gallantly wielding her sword.
I'm feisty and determined like Scarlet O'Hara;
Jason, leading his Argonauts to find the Fleece.
I might even write a grand story of my own
in which every nation finally lives in peace.
There's no limit to what I shall read or write
and no bounds to my imagination or rhyme.
I get lost in the sweet world of make-believe;
the future or long ago in ancient days of time.
I'm an explorer in a pyramid on a sand dune,
the first person to set foot on planet Neptune.
I've discovered a way to live upon the Moon
and means to keep cool in the month of June.
Come and read with me. I've books I can share
that will turn you into anyone you choose to be.
Give yourself one of the greatest gifts there is.
Reading pages of a storybook will set you free.
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April 16th, 2016
Eve's Nook and a Story Book Contest