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The poet with his mighty pen,
Warrior for all women and Men.
Using words that all can afford,
Phrases mightier than a sword.
With eloquent prowess a tale,
Powerful thought for a ship to sail,
Gentle and tender lacking power,
To grow a bouquet of a dainty flower.
A poet can render you to tears,
Or dispel your wildest fears.
Poetry forges a bridge sublime,
Between now and the earliest of time.
Bringing your imagination to play,
Or educating with facts of the day.
Images beyond your wildest dreams.
Passion intense and whimsical scenes.
Fantasy to delight the hardest heart.
Adventure that really stands apart.
Wisdom handed down through the ages.
Enlightenment gained in poetry book pages.
Its such an easy way for children to read.
Just a short line at a time for them to heed.
Poetry can create a new world, in a single verse,
Or try to better things that are definitely worse.
Poetry can throw a damper on such actions as wars,
And stand tall advocating efforts of a good cause.
The good word of our Lord above,
Is often coupled with the Peace dove,
With sincerity in the words that were spoken.
It can remind us that they mustn’t be broken.
Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world:
In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge—
a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink,
but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence.
It is as if the ink itself carried whispers
of a celestial covenant,
affirming divine Providence
into the very marrow of liberty.
Yet, as time past,
present battles won,
and future problems solved,
liberty's nation absolved themselves
from any responsibility
to the Providence from whose
sovereign ties
freed them from foreign foes.
And man's purpose became his own.
Hear this
If our purpose is in just us,
we will find we have lost ourselves,
encased in the cells of just-ice.
For if our forefathers found it requisite
to declare our nation's independence by
recognizing their dependence on the
"Laws of Nature and Nature's God"
beyond the limits of
mankind's powerful facade,
facading the source of
our country's origin,
our homeland's dominion,
foraging a jurisdiction of humanity alone,
thereby ascending mortality's throne
above the divine --
making mankind superior to the
"Supreme judge of the world,"
a position our forefather's forbade
"appealing... [In] rectitude...of [their] intentions"
to a God they believed in,
a declaration sovereignty -
bowed in solemnity,
proclaiming “with a firm reliance on the
protection of divine Providence,"
a dependence on a God they
entrusted their dependence to.
Who are we to say any different?
What difference does it make
if we believe in God or ourselves?
As the good word says,
"Shall the axe boast itself against him
that heweth therewith? or shall the saw
magnify itself against him that shaketh it?
As if the rod should shake itself against
them that lift it up, or as if the staff
should lift up itself, as if it were no wood."
For Godhood is to create,
and man was created by God.
And should man boast himself beyond
Him who spawned ages beyond ages,
he shall find himself his brother's pawn,
despondent, disheartened and disappointed,
foraging for the framework
of freedom our forefathers foraged,
overwhelmed by the damage
of a fallen nation who failed
to hear the caution within
the clarion calls of its creator.
This is a warning
from neighbor to neighbor.
Was once a shy and retiring sort
Never wanted to draw attention to myself
Always listened, never offered my thoughts
Never felt I had anything interesting to say
That was then, this is now
Have you heard the expression
“Coming out of one's shell”
That saying was invented for yours truly
From black to white
The transition has been astounding
Extreme is another good word to describe it
Poetry has allowed me to release my inner soul
To say things that have always been in my heart
But were never uttered for fear of ridicule
The heartfelt joy and happiness
That I now possess
Is beyond description, it has helped me realize
I too, have something to offer
And the rewards for me
Have been so much more than I could have ever imagined
I guess every life has lessons to learn
Every step of the way
We never stop learning till our final day
Life is a most amazing adventure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The sky is a mass field of common wealth
Air,light and water yields of common wealth
Along and across,the lines drawn on the political map
Like nerves running over the body
Bounding the water resources as mile stones
Separated the hearts not the soil
Unrest, tearing the unity and peace,piece by piece
The idea of inventing bottles
Made drinking water a marketing commodity
Water is the champion in some own camps
Water is a weapon in the agenda of the world war,the last
Polluting environment inch by inch
Money making minds,burning oil in sleepless nights
To discover a vial to make "inhaling fresh air" a commercial commodity
There stands greed as a dividing wall of common wealth
In between rich and poor
Rich is right and poor is left!
Up setting the order of common wealth sharing and caring
Great not greed,greet not greed,slogan is fake!
The spider spins it's own web for it to run
Anger,jealous and affection a World Wide Web
People unaware the tool of love to cut it to get out
Love and affection got out of hearts and hiding in the armpits
Where,Where is peace?
True,the foundation of commonwealth is strong as the Great Wall
"Breaking the Earth of one fourth
Bringing people of one third
Briefing the heads in good word
Business become,commonwealth"
This "mantra" is not answering the burning issues
If meeting is the answer,that's to meet the peace not people
It is a waste of time and money otherwise
"It is like going to the toilet,
There is a sitting,then there is a report and matter is dropped"
A veteran Lankan parliamentarian as revealed
Out of fifty three seats of Commonwealth
Find the fifty fourth one
Let peace sit down on fifty fourth seat
Let it the pivot of searching peace
Pick up all pieces of peace
Past it on the wall of CHOGM
It is greater than the Chinese Great Wall,very strong!
Resolve,peace!
Dissolve finding peace!!
(This poem is on the 23rd the CHOGM-Commonwealth Heads of Govt. Meeting-
taking place in Sri Lanka from 15th to 17th November 2013)
I may not live long enough
But I'll try
All I've penned and will do
Will serve me bye and bye
As I traipse through time
Pass friends and shadows
Stopping to scribe about
Freaks and fallows
Remembering remembrances
Lilting moments, spinning dances
Finding bits along the way
Watching dreams go affray
Flitting left, then to right
Spotting hopes to see the light
Telling tales, reaching high
Every word, reason why
And not loving much of it
A misty pantheon
Legions of plodding poets
Murmuring their worn rimes
Looking down, not waking up
Yet wishing to be heard
Just one good word
Maybe the fate of us all
All my days have come to this
All my poems have made it so
One utterance the result of all
All I've thought
All I've wrote
Barely standing, here alone
At the end with my
One poem.
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
Knee high to a grasshopper
That was yesterday
I try to slow or stop her
But she refuses to stay
My baby she'll be
Until I am no more
She'll hold my memory
As I knock on Heaven's door
I often forget to remember
My task is planting a seed
The end of my fire, she is my ember
I'm hesitant due to greed
I want her to stay tiny
Legs around my hip
Adoration blinds me
I've become a sinking ship
Fighting the resistance
The cha cha is our dance
Moonwalking for instance
Rather than taking chance
She starves for sunshine
And plentiful water supply
My seed is to become a vine
Quickly spreading, crawling high
I die a little every day
As she needs me less and less
She's finding her own way
It hurts, I must confess
But heavy enough, my love
To suck in my bottom lip
She'll fall from my glove
So will begin her trip
I promise not to pry
Or enable her from seeing
With every ounce of strength, I'll try
To keep her heart believing
I'll tell her the good word
Assure her of her voice
Praying that she heard
When it's time to make her choice
A guardian angel, behind the side lines
Freedom, but not neglect
Mother bear won't intertwine
But see that the world gives her respect
Wherever I am
I won't be too far
If she's in a jam
I'll be hanging on a star
In mid July
I'll be the sun rays on her face
I'll give her wings, to fly
Teach her class and grace
In shadows I will live
And for her, I will pray
My last breath, I will give
I'll never, ever go away
America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Sometimes it deceives
Sometimes can amaze
Land of the free
Or Home of the crazed
Is truth important
Or do you live in a haze
People are dying
But the leaders don’t care
They make pretty speeches
But their actions lay bare
JFK and Martin Luther King
Larger than life
But can no longer bring
Truth to a nation
That was built on a dream
That all men are equal
But that just makes me scream
A people so proud
Of it’s Anthem and flag
Surrounded by government
Who’s ass’s are dragged
Helps other countries
In their hours of need
But won’t help their own
To grow and succeed
A gun can be bought
At your local store
The American dream ?
Do people want more
God bless America
And all who live there
Politicians favourite line
But do think that they care ?
Things that amaze me
About the United States
It's people’s belief in it
Never seems to abate
Preachers on TV
Who preach the good word
Living like rockstars
Now that’s just absurd
Sport stars are treated
Like they’re some kind of God
For playing a game
On hardwood or sod
Bankers and financers
You seem to regale
When some of their asses
Should probably be jailed
But God bless America
And the American dream
For those in glass houses
Should be quiet
And not seen
Form:
It was you who initiated this relationship.
Even at its outset, I was crying.
I was your plaything,
the butt of your elaborate practical jokes.
Refusing to be transparent,
except when teasing me with illusions,
you never revealed your true meaning or purpose.
You built me up with hope and ideals,
only to chop them down and crush me.
Everything you gave to me,
you took away.
I haven't a good word to say,
and now,
in the end,
you're discarding me,
like you did all the others.
You aren't even attractive,
being as you are,
nasty, brutish, and short,
Good riddance to you,
cruel life.
from heart to hand to heart to hand
shared with love where life began
we are but a rock ready to toss
no strings, no ties
no secrets, no lies
a ripple in time ready to live
what is taken first also must give
kindness breeds kindness
and there is no love without hope
but where do we get that
when on a ship all alone
the waves take us here
and they move us over there
lost has control
amongst aimless old souls
that's where the ripple and you coincide
no ego, no pretense, no showing of pride
one hand then another and the chain can go on
for freedom from sorrow and guilt now depends
there's no promise of tomorrow
of goodness, of peace
but if each person first walked
in their poor neighbors feet
gone pity with prudence amid a prejudiced eye
human interaction with arms open wide
It's not a call for a movement
or offering too much of one's time
a good word, a gesture
with love from inside
a ripple from you passed on to the next
can continue forever
leaving this world
with affection, no less