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Why need to accept psychology?
Why? The human-made principles?
All are false. Dark. Smoke. Not the God
Not the Truth. Not the ancient texts
Modern human sciences are poisoning life
Yes. My life too. Psychology. Anti-moralism
God gave nature. Modern science rules God’s
God. God’s nature. Look around. Destroyed nature
I want to get back my life. The Nature. The God
Without the human-made science. Psychology
I have a Bible. That is the psychology. By God
My Bible was written by God
I don’t want psychology in my life
I want to be free
From psychology
I want Light
Not the Dark
Happy new year
2021 is here
We are about to start a
New year
With a new illness
That has crush the world
To a standstill
This era is full of fears and panic
Is the author of this an unwanted
Era
I pray it ends this year
I wish we get back to our feet
2021 is here
What changes will it bring to the world
Will it be another year of
Games on the
Innocent people
Or will it wash away our fears
And let joy and peace reign again
In the heart of the people
I wish for a positive change
I pray for a reform so fast
I wish the earth a quick recovery
Cos we need no more year
Like 2020
I pray it goes with everything
We've suffered inside this trial year
Good luck to you
Good luck to your love ones
Good luck to the world
I wish everyone
Hopefully a prosperous new year
What can an ageing hands write,
but for few words of wisdom,
gained over the years of,
life and experience.
There is nothing called true love,
you are wanted for what you give.
Become bad love is replaced by hatred,
that's the truth of love here.
Desire is the root cause of evils,
always leading to anger, frustration and destruction.
The subtle truth of life is that,
you will have in abundance,
what you care least about.
By keeping silence one can easily avoid,
commotion fights and hurts.
Silent mind leads to perfection in action,
immense peace and eternal bliss.
Ego makes men stupid,
it is best to shun it,
no one knows everything,
no one can survive without assistance.
Life is a succession of moments,
we must live, enjoy every moment.
We must create a treasure of happy moments,
it should keep increasing, growing.
Never allow "what others will think?" to decide your life,
do what you think is right.
Be an harbringer of change,
not a brainless copycat.
Reins of sense organs,
should be in your hands,
Don't let them dictate your life.
If you want a change,
lead the way,
only if you are perfect,
other will follow you.
However bad others may be,
you be good, never do bad,
All are punished for the bad deeds,
no questions asked.
Love, nice words, help, money,
or what else be your want,
Give them in abundance.
We get back what we give,
many times more than given.
Have faith in God,
pray from bottom of the heart,
he will surely help,
if your faith is true.
Real aim of our life is salvation,
it must be sought while we're still young.
Never postpone anything for tomorrow,
you may or may not be there.
Lastly I wish to thank all people,
who have given me joy.
You are a part of my treasure bag,
I look at it of and on.
Date: 7/18/2020
2nd position
BACK TO MY ROOTS
People have inspired me to go back to the beginning
And write like I did at the start
About life, and love, and the passions we share
Bout the roles we all play a part
Limericks are a lot of fun and so easy to write
But it's time to return to my roots
Going back and reading my earlier compositions
Has really inspired me to reboot
Honestly have enjoyed my long run of limericks
Providing many giggles and guffaws
The time has come to get back to my story telling
Though I'm still addicted to applause
Sure don't mean to sound arrogant or egotistical
That's not what I'm trying to say
Got so much inside, just bursting to get out
Rhyme has provided me the way
So I thank you for inspiring me
Bout life, love and passion we share
But trust me, the limericks are alive and well
As for Depends, wear an extra pair
Here's a story that's one for the books
A tale that's really quite odd
Turned out the lights in our hotel room
And journeyed to the land of Nod
Woke up next morning bout seven a.m.
Anxious to get back on the road
Packed our things and went to check out
Started to get a feeling of forebode
Doors to the lobby were locked up tight
Not a soul to be seen anywhere
Thought to myself this is really strange
Usually there's people everywhere
Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped
It was reading five fifteen AM
Damn thing needs new batteries I thought
So we get back on the road again
Not a lot of cars which seemed a bit strange
It was still pretty dark outside
Passed a sign which gave the correct time
And I couldn't believe my eyes
Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out
Five twenty-four the sign read
The clock in the room was out by two hours
Could've still been asleep in bed!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.
The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips vernacular he had sturly hand, gimbly grand.
None in Wordingtane fair match for him
he needn't fiat, he could whim
his ekel pronouncements in spelling fusion
for peasants quiet conclusion.
Speaking by riddles it's easy to say,
save a fool, the perfect way.
Long swiffen over time to mumbly masses
in rhyme, it nestled in just fine.
Amber all who would argue
fribbled and frambled tied up
and scrambled, brains rambled,
fell off trillig tracks while
simpering sloggers couldn't get back.
The Riddler tacked to try who came
from afar he posed an answer assert
that vored in abyss and he lost his head.
"No place for his hat", the Wizard said,
"That was that", the crowd anored
in callactic dord their cries flayed
and all obeyed.
Then the Fiddler spun his music trick
and the Wizard metered in time,
felled him with a trocken rhyme.
Then proclaimed the silly Fool
entered his aclaim so tangled a wordmess
he'd profess, using words unheard,
the Wizard unslurred, spinning in a web.
So rilly and rich the "Wiz" confused began
a twitch to twitch he did till flabbergast
through the night till morning past.
Whence he fell asleep at foolish feet
with his verily own vorpal blade in hand
the Wizard's head, in a wreck left his neck,
and the fool would rule in grim humor
this land to tell so trundly true,
the end 'twas justine jewel.
Now the sky is bright, land just right,
'tis the wave whilst the Fool did fight
and twisted foils stretched in hand
he won his refrain, startling reign.
Here's a story that's one for the books
A tale that's really quite odd
Turned out the lights in our hotel room
And journeyed to the land of Nod
Woke up next morning about seven a.m.
Anxious to get back on the road
Packed our things and went to check out
Started to get a feeling of forebode
Doors to the lobby were locked up tight
Not a soul to be seen anywhere
Thought to myself this is really strange
Usually, there are people everywhere
Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped
It was reading five fifteen AM
Damn thing needs new batteries I thought
So we get back on the road again
Not a lot of cars seemed a bit strange too
It was still pretty dark outside
Passed a sign which gave the correct time
And I couldn't believe my eyes
Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out
Five twenty-four the sign read
The clock in the room was out by two hours
Could've still been asleep in bed!
Sometimes , someday.
Somewhere.
Somehow
Can't reach a star
Maybe you should find a taller ladder
Spread them wings and fly
Wings got clipped
People bring you down.
Time rust that armor.
Wears your heart out before it's time.
Smile. Only you can make yourself keep going when all signs lead to a dead end.
Sometimes you have to back track to find the right road to travel
How far this road will take you is totally up to you.
You will only go as far as you allow yourself.
Road blocks are plenty.
But usually they have a way around that block
You just have to be willing to see the detour.
And follow the right signs to get back on the correct path to tomorrow.
If not ,your stuck in the side of the road going nowhere fast
Guess it's up to you
How much can you face and still go on
Once again that is up to you
Are you weak or are you strong.
Being afraid to take the next step into the unknown. Natural to be afraid if the unknown.
But how you act to this is very important. By going on you train your mind to not give up.
By giving up you stay in the same place forever.
While you are facing your fears your mind grows.
By not facing them you are and forever will be, stuck in the same spot facing the same fears over and over until you step into tomorrow with open eyes and open heart
Once again. All up to you
Grow or stay in the same spot. No one can do this but you
Tomorrow or yesterday.
The future or stay in the past.you already know what happened yesterday.
Look in the windshield or only look in the mirror of yesterday.
Overcome or submit to your fears.
Only thing I know to say.
Wrong or right
You'll never find the light if your afraid to turn the switch on
HELP me I'm struggling today
These thoughts won't go away
Help me I feel so sad
Am I really that bad a dad
Angry at the slightist of things
Losing it when that bell rings
The bell that just can't be heard
So cranky it's really absurd
Help me I feel I have failed
Yet again my judgement is impaled
Help me get back on the road
I dont like this when I explode
Scary to the ones that I love
Here the calling of the white dove
Go away dove it's not my time
Leave me be and I'll be just fine
Venom of a deadly snake does alight
My family are the ones I do fright
I must now attempt to put it right
Stay awake late into the night
Force all these thoughts away
Live once more to fight the day
It came this time out of the blue
I really don't know what to do
Fight or flight is what I have learnt
Alas either way I will be burnt
Locked away to drown my sorrow
I need to find that tomorrow
But tomorrow is the thing that never arrives
Regret and sadness is what appears
Tears flow from these tired eyes
Not wanting to say goodbyes
The demon within is strong this time
Pulling hard on the twine
I'm using every ounce of strength I have left
But he knows I'm so bereft
If I go then he has won again
Taken another of mortal plain
But I'm not ready for an epilogue
I'm the Prince dressed as the frog
The love I get from my family
Give me strength and clarity
He is strong but I remain still
Win this battle yes I will
'Twas the night before Christmas and their pages were bare
Not one word could they write, not one verse to declare
The Grinch had snuck in, and in one fell swoop
Had stolen the muses from poets on the "Soup"!
It was the thing that all poets dread
As visions of emptiness swirled in their heads
No syllables floated to fill in the gap
Some poets decided their contest to scrap!
Then on the blog page there arose such a chatter
Poets rushed over to see what was the matter
The blogger's avatar was just a red sash
She said she could get back the muses, for a large sum of cash
Many of the poets thought this was a trick
It was just a scheme to make money real quick
But in the blink of an eye another blogger came
He said that St. Nicholas was his real name!
Now Heidi, now Anne-Lise, now Andrea and Jan
They told us that St. Nicholas had a plan
To the realm of the Grinch where green snowflakes fall
St Nicholas would go and retrieve the muses for all!
In no time at all he took to the sky
And to the realm of the Grinch on his sleigh he did fly
As the Grinch lay sleeping the muses he withdrew
And to the Soup, again he flew
He delivered the muses to all the poets around
Poets started writing their words did abound
They wrote of angels and bright stars, and things that uplift
St. Nick had given them the muse as their gift
Then St. Nick called for all his reindeer
And soon he took off and flew out of there
But they heard him say, before he left the site
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write!!