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If I were granted three wishes for the world, I'd wish first for
Truth -- an end to Lies and Deception -- Integrity at its core
Starting with each individual, in every home, on every block
In every city, every region, every country -- Truth as society's bedrock
Next I'd wish for Peace -- permanent, everlasting and real
More than just the absence of War, Peace with Truth as its seal
Peace between family members in every single home
Peace in villages, towns, metropolis' -- wherever our species may roam
Then I'd wish for Love, joyous, pure and unconditional
Love for the other as for oneself, completely non-judgmental
Love between family members in all our hovels and our homes
Love the whole world over, embedded in our genes and chromosomes
October 15, 2018
Entry in "Three Wishes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Well hallelujah, it's another great day
The clouds may be covering the sky
But the sun is shining deep in my soul
No worries, no tears in my eyes
Wish I could tell everybody my secret
Believe me, I sure wouldn't lie
Something to do with inherited genes
Most likely the reason why
Some wake up happy every morning
While others it's doom and gloom
Could it be a matter of mind over matter
Think positive and spirits will zoom
I'm certainly not an expert on the subject
But it always has worked for me
Realized I'm one of the fortunate ones
I'm as lucky as a person can be
Give it a shot, greet the day with a grin
You'll be floating on air, just try
If you greet each day with happiness and joy
Everyone will want to know why
© Jack Ellison 2013
To jab or not to jab, why is it even a question?
Get the shot or don’t, it shouldn’t be a global inquisition.
This site is for poetry, not sharing your views on a blog.
Post it as a poem, then you won’t agitate the dog.
The only genes being changed are folded up in a drawer.
Come up with new material, this is really a bore.
I’ve had family die because they thought like you.
They listened to the same lies that you now spew.
Keep your opinions to your bloody self.
I think your facts are checked by an elf on a shelf.
If you don’t want the vaccine that is entirely up to you.
Do you see any blogs by those of us who do?
Go get a pill that can help with your mental type.
The government is not trying to kill us, that’s just hype.
Use your words as a poet if you have such wit.
I read your crazy blog your words are just spit.
The spiritual world is not real
But psychological defence
I know it brings relief and heal
To a certain kind of extence
But I stand by formal reality
Forms make the content real
Otherwise no personality
Can appear and appeal
I don’t argue the fantasy
Its great to have some mysteries
But it’s a play of fancy
A comprehensive bliss
We quite enjoy and treasure
Still that desire burns
I need the formal measure
Another life of forms
That once have turned to dust
The same genes combination
Can it revive my past
Break through the circulation?
I’m tired of rituals to repeat
I want to make it clear
The only thing I need
Is time, when you were here
I’m dreaming of release
Its natural to think and say
Come down to me, please
And take me straight away.
Silent Lies and Deception
In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue
The KGB shall set you free
Drowning you in the river Volga
The cold water keeping your lips tight
Whilst the silent ones spread their deceits
Lies, lies their dirty little lies
I wonder how their tongues wag and loudly sprout
So righteous, like imams with out a doubt
I call for radio silence
When comes the clique of hate
They say they have none, and
Maybe this is true
They run out at times, spreading it to you
Those who truly have good will and peace
Growing like flowers in a botanical heaven
Never spew the bloody insecticides here on earth
That alters the genes of peace in me and you
Beware of white sheep
That howls like the wolf at the full moon
A wise man knows the meaning of silence
Silent ones simply slither sneaky prose in the night
The Caspian Sea
Holds many ghosts who if not for death
Could tell you many silent tales
Of those with a million smiles and twisted masks
Seekers of the Silent Lies and Deception
Dead Sea and salty tombs
Silent in womb
Notes: The last poems Angel and Devil, about mans ability for both good and evil, I continued the theme here, by describing two repressive regimes, Russian under the likes of Stalin and Putin and the Palestinian one under Arafat. The poem is either incomplete or to be continued in a second poem, as in the end I inferred the Silent one Amina, a story about the repression and hardships of women in India. An excellent book by a great author Fiza Pathan.
Dinosaurs
Whoever would have thought- a great big dinosaur
would start out very small, inside an egg and bore
A hole to then come out-
just like a bird, would peck;
into the world, be born-
grow tall with a long neck.
There were so many kinds,
Tyrannosaurus Rex
Ceratosaurus and
Sauropods, Raptorex!
What funny names they have- all different as can be,
as were their shapes and size- but all ate hungrily.
Some ate the leaves on trees-
we call them herbivores;
the others, killed for meat-
are known as carnivores
And did you know that they
became extinct in time?
They were not able to
adapt to change in clime.
But they still carry on- in quite a different way-
the genes from dinosaurs- helped form some birds today!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dinosaur(s) For Children
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 07/05/2019
Feel like singing a happy song
And if you'll allow me to bend your ear
I don't mean literally of course
That could be physically quite painful
At my advanced age, my mind is still clicking along
Had envisioned when I was younger
That when I reached this ripe old age
Things would start to erode and shut down
Not true... how wrong I was, I'm still full of beans
Still wake each morning with a smile on my face
Thought at one time everybody did
But I may be more unique than I imagined
Perhaps it's in our genes, it's not a choice
Though we can still make a conscious effort
I've always had a positive outlook
Sure can count my lucky stars
If I can at all help others to feel like this
Then I've really accomplished something amazing
Wrapping it all up into two simple words...
THINK POSITIVE!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy long life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Ten kids and us at a baseball game
In the bleachers, we had our own sector
Nine were girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old burg
The Ellison's have finally produced a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets, parties all night
A celebrity at a tender young age
Predicted to be spoiled with all those girls
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out sweet, a stunning specimen
Can still bring it to everyone
It's getting tougher and tougher, though
That's about it and I'm done!
Well that's my life in a nutshell, my friends
Unique I guess you could say
In this day and age of smaller families
Our story is rare nowaday
There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair!
My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.
I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl,
Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl.
Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray,
Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day.
And so pertaining my hapless hirsute
I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit.
Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try,
And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by.
In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain
Since straight and straighter my old locks remain.
No quiescent coiffure is meant for me -
Distressing tresses are my destiny.
Though you conceived me against your scheduled time
my tiny parts felt so secure inside your love vessel
I then invoked for your painstaking care
grateful that you chose to keep me---
---until my hospital birth exposure.
Though you left me to be cared by your grand mom
my babyhood was settled midst struggling milestones
I then invoked for your constant visits
yet you still decided to act out what seemed best---
--- that was not to see me anymore.
Though you let me grope amidst identity crisis
my genes could not hide your physical influence
I then invoked for your possible appearance
despite your subtle approval for my orphanage placement---
--- making me bereft of family-tree details.
Though you remain a mystery I can’t fathom
my personhood praises God for His love I’m experiencing
I then invoke that He would grant you peace
along forgiveness Christ assures to those who trust in Him ---
--- such is my faith while admitting this… I long to meet you.
I now invoke YOU, Sovereign Almighty for possible mother-son reunion:
please regard my supplication* with Your favour…
I invoke you, Mommy, in the name of the Lord:
remember me, your son, yearning for your hugs ---
--- ready to embrace you dearly.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
October 26, 2021
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Invocation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 11/2/2021.