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On a journey without any ends
Felipe never experienced real friend
So then
To start a new trend
He began to stand on two ends
That stand together roped tightly bend
Double douching destiny through a different lens
No pretend just blend
In a different way
Hardly recognized but bold, would say
it does not matter if people turned against me
They were the catapult that landed me on my feet
To see
Life began for me
When I was stepped on talked about misunderstood misery
Art classes choirs filled with glee
No one can be happier than me
See
It took pain to put me were I am
Whether if it were foes, associates or even Fam
Like Joseph in the bible they meant it for bad
Made a smile frown simply sad
Threw in a pit left all alone
Called many of times no one answered the phone
Grown mature and faced many obstacles
Stabbed and pulled like hair follicles
Gifts made room
Standing before great men women even moved
Were astonished and stood to there feet
Felipe was ran over but Felipe now can see
The beginning may have seem like an end
The end to his story has just began!
Better than before
maybe this is the best
we doing our thing
and I must confess
i heard your tenors tone
through the cigar smoke
I laughed along when you
told that joke
you know the one with
the two baritones
the one who loved the soloist
and who wished to be alone
when he serenaded
the pretty woman
all stopped to see what
was going on
she smiled one day
and spoke his name
it changed everything
it rearranged
that's how I want it
with my gal
just like that
just like that
Gotta man thinking
he can be your everything
Thats the kinda joy
true love brings
gotta man changing from fool
to a man
thats the kinda woman
who compliments her man
got me feeling
you got me feeling this way
what can I say to those
that opposse
when they frown
and turn up there nose
what kinda words
makes everything okay
Can't satisfy everyone
work real hard
and have alot of fun
you got ah
fella feeling this way
I love my Lady
I'm her man
she's my Lady
I'm her Man!
So here I am in Lecco,
An Italian lakeside town -
Charming, quaint and so idyllic
No one seems to wear a frown.
What could make the day more perfect?
Keep me in that happy zone?
Why, the answer's very simple -
Some gelato in a cone!
With gelaterias popping up
On every other block,
I could sample every flavor
Every hour 'round the clock.
But I chose a shop at random,
Picked 2 flavors that I love
And the taste was so delicious
It beat manna from above.
I'll be touring through the country
And one thing I guarantee -
Not a day will pass without a fresh
Gelato cone for me!
Be careful who you step on going up,
Because you may meet them on the way down.
If you treat your life as a half-empty cup,
They may never see you smile…only frown.
There’s nothing wrong with climbing the ladder to success,
As long as, in doing so, you help those around you.
Try to remember who it is that you should impress,
Maybe look at your life from a different point of view.
It’s those around you that help make your life what it is,
So don’t tear them down, because you’ll only hurt yourself.
Don’t worry about opportunities you may miss.
Help others to succeed and you, too, may increase your wealth.
With my wife and kids, passing through
the Republic of W,
armed policemen grabbed me.
A nightmare I would have never dreamed -
my wife's expression, so strange it seemed,
dragged away while my children screamed,
I was no longer free.
They didn't tell me, all I knew -
it was because of my tattoo -
and so began my fears:
what would become of my children, three?
what would my wife think of me?
would she wait for me?
I whiled away the years.
I asked my guard who wore a frown,
what if my tattoo were upside down,
and why always, "us vs. them"?
Suddenly, in my nightwear,
I found it was only a nightmare,
but it taught me how to care,
awake in the land of M.
Their death could have been prevented if rivarly,
misunderstanding and hostility had not been there...
had Verona not become a battle ground for the gentry,
but unlikely comedy that makes us burst into laughter,
tragedy puts some sense into our foolish heads shunning this truth:
they didn't have to die uselessly in the prime of their youth!
O insensible people, mourn the young lovers from Verona with sympathy
to realize that love is unstoppable as the coming of dawn;
we can try to kill it with jealousy, envy, anger or even murder...
but what the outcome will be? Heartbreak and regret over
a disastrous event such as the one Shakespeare wrote in his teary,
dramatic play to warn us that it shouldn't be disapproved with a frown.
Peacefully sleep, o young lovers from Verona! Even this saddened poet will not forget...
how courageous and desperate you were to end your vibrant lives with that insane thought!
Anxiety has taken control of me sometimes
I need the help from God at troubling times
Today, I woke up late, but I'm on a clean slate
Today, I broke the habits and the lies of hate
Anxiety has taken control of me too much lately
I feed on angst and grief, but I want relief and happiness
I remember when you almost moved on and frankly,
It hurt me somewhat...I can't undo this sweet sadness
I can't just reopen this wound a thousand times
I got to turn around and write my feelings down
I'm pushing forward, never looking back to pick up the past's dimes
I ought to try harder than I did before I tread life's town
Secretly, I am illuminating the precious night sky
Often, I wander in the wilderness of my mind
And you're like a radiant rainbow that passes me by
I've been down this road of hardship, but my unpredictable zeal is one of a kind
Anixety won't weigh me down
No, it won't...it won't...it won't...
Don't lower my smile to a frown
No, just don't....don't....don't....
I've held on to this distress for oh so long
I'm sorry I've let you down, God Most High
I'm letting go of my anxious ways all along
I'm so sorry if I hurt anyone, but I won't cry
I'm stronger than I realize,
I'm not alone
And I'm not a failure
I'm stronger in God's eyes
Feeling on my own
But, yes, I will endure
- Eager to Endure
© J.W. EARNINGS
Aka Dave Will Breidenthal
By Mystic Rose and Robert James Liguori
When the sun goes down on this hillbilly town
I will meet you there where the stars never frown
Down in the valley where the trees breathe easy
you and I will walk the sea slow, then easy-peasy
and as your arm encircles me I will whisper poetry
Roses in full bloom in a magical night of romance
we together as one two tender petals hand in hand
rolling towards the wispy winds like a lovers dance
Then with precision we will write in the sultry sand
the truthful words of our destined, happenchance
When the whispering is through, I'll belong to you
as the paint on a palomino foal is golden new
our love together will glisten true
And then, getting in my rinky-dink truck
we'll ride back to town, while the sun comes up
18-September-2021
( story 03/14/11)
I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.
His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his eyes turned down
His face changed from a smile to a frown.
Hard times I have come across
I was let go by my boss
He said the times was making him downsize
And he had to let go of people to survive.
Everyone was doing the same
People losing their jobs was quite a shame.
Being a farmer who had hard times too
I knew exactly what he was going thru.
So I invited him inside to sit for a spell
For traveling these roads could really be hell.
He was given some soup to take
the chill out of his bones
And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.
He was then given some dinner to eat
To this man it was quite a treat.
The farmer told him he could bathe and
stay the night - and if he wanted to leave
He could leave at first light.
He laid out some pajamas for him to wear
Even gave him some clean underwear.
The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”
And he slept peacefully throughout the night.
When he awoke there was breakfast on the table
Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.
After having breakfast he felt like a new man
He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.
He thanked the farmer and asked him his name
He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:
J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.
(A lone voice speaks to a crowd of poets)
You do know everyone has their own magical style
A style filled with such wild illustrious promises and kaleidoscope's of such deep vivid depths
For in poetry
No stone is left uncovered,
Ranging from life to death
Whispers of love’s wild explosive adrenaline filled triumphs
Everlasting hope or altarpieces of self-fulfillment
Descents into darkness
Opening portals to dimensions of festive destruction
And at the core for the inquisitive
The Red Flag
The smiling frown
Up or down
The fire to ignite a curious reader's eyes to the soul
That really matters
Is the what
Why and guile
It's quite simple
It's why everyone has their own magical style
For there is no guide to the labyrinth of the mind
When you enter poetry's smiling black and white turnstiles
And line up to read or write
With so many other groups of people who are still walking or standing still in history
In single file
(C)
Copyright John Duffy