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We all have so many decisions in this world we must make
But none of them, could ever cause such eternal heartache
None of them will ever push your soul so far away
Then the day that you delete your own Child's birthday
I like the color blue and maybe you like red
But this is a matter of what the Creator Himself has said
And if you choose to trample on such hollow ground
Then wonder not why with all other such evil you have found
So worldly easy to relegate it to a choice
For you have never even heard that little baby's voice
Remember the other side and allow it speak to you
For satan has always lied and here you are giving him his due
Such a valuable prize stealing your soul in this way
Choosing not to see his wicked lies but you will one day
Oh trust me children are so very hard to raise
But that is just one more way that I can give God praise
Please reach out at this time for the Lord's Hand
He will give you the strength in helping you to understand
For the Lord understands knowing this won't be easy for you
But in God's all complete wisdom, He picked You!
Deuteronomy 30:19
I call heaven and earth to record this day against you,
that I have sat before you life and death, blessing and cursing:
therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:
Mary is a district nurse
She travels round each day
To see her patients, give them the care they need
As she wends her merry way
She has her trusty bicycle
Which is nearly as old as she?
But it lets her peddle for miles and miles
So she is as fit as fit can be
In her basket which fits upon the front
She carries all she may need
And she can be seen by every one
Traveling around at her own speed
There’s Mrs Maguire at Appleton Court
A saintly woman of means
But her health is not what it should be
And when Mary calls her face just gleams
To see someone so caring
Who looks after all her needs?
And to while away the time and make some tea
And bring happiness, she always succeeds
Old Mr Partridge at Apple Road
Who lives alone now his wife has passed away
Who is a miserable old so and so
But who Mary still calls on every day
She cooks and cleans but he still moans
The world need’s putting to right
He complains he needs more money from the state
To pay for his television and his heat and light
Saint Mary listens, but has problems of her own
Which intermingles with her own woes?
Being recently diagnosed with cancer
But she feels that’s the way it goes
So she must grin and bear it
Still thinks of others before herself
Has no one at home to turn to
She is a spinster left on the shelf
Married to her profession
Always putting others first
And as usual in life for caring people
They always come off worst
But Old Molly Catapult
A name to conjure with its true
Said it must have been a shot in the dark
Because her family were a motley crew
Inside the liquid of the chalice, I see
a swirling liquid the color red be.
And as I hold it in my hand
there is an image grand.
It's of those moments in time
where my actions have not been divine.
And as the scenes of my life unfold,
a dread caught my mind in a choke hold.
It was not merciful, and it did not care,
some scenes of my life I should not share.
Then from the chalice emerged an evil spirit
and told me my past I should grin and bear it.
And from that moment there was no escape,
looking up I screamed “dang my fate.”
So here is my advice I give to you,
the chalice of the night will screw you through and through.
Poetry contest The Chalice of Night
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
Sometimes life can get a little rough
“Grin And Bear It”
Or should that be “Grin and BARE It”
Sounds like good advice
Grinning and baring it can be a whole lot more fun
But make sure your friends have all gone home
And the kiddies are tucked away in their beds fast asleep
Before you and your mate start prancing around in the nude
Doing and saying all those naughty things
Like, “nice melons you have there my dear”
This starts the whole proceedings
She responds with, “nice frontal protrusion!”
Immediately, the fun begins and the house starts rockin'
All because you, “Grinned And Bared it!”
© Jack Ellison 2014
CESSATION
That pain is like treading on bottle tops
Or stumbling into some hidden caltrops
Suddenly, as when some lightbulb pops
The welcome relief when it finally stops
Like making big gains on currency swaps
The blood pressure and heartrate drops
Yet is thought so typical of all milksops
With a false sympathy everyone adopts
Once ended, one hopes it never returns
Not just pain, but embarrassment burns
Yet that is only one of several concerns
How to grin and bear it, one soon learns
To hold your breath as the jury adjourns
It is more a prize of resilience one earns
But recall how much the stomach churns
When it’s never over, if one so discerns
Some sort of final line must be crossed
Ideas of permanent pain must be tossed
No wonder that one may then feel lost
As if buried deep within the permafrost
Like being frozen stiff without a riposte
Or see one’s ongoing destiny embossed
But with a better ending than a holocaust
Just seeking cessation at almost any cost
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
It wields misery like a knife. And there's no magic wand to be waved
To make it fade into oblivion. It leaves me suddenly hankering
For the halcyon days of summer. There isn't enough warmth saved
It's chillingly cold, and I can't shake my incessant shivering
'Tis a cold, cold winter. Brutal as can be, and summer seems far away
Oh, how it keeps hovering in the air like a flickering hummingbird
Days are quite long. Time, as still as the snow covering my doorway
Am I supposed to grin and bear it? Carry on day after day undeterred?
It wields misery like a knife. The gust of wind it blows is terrible
I wish for rain to rid the onslaught of snow, it's white hue is blinding
Is this winter at it's angriest? The misery it has unleashed is insufferable
Rays of afternoon sun shall dissolve it sooner than later, I'm hoping
I yearn for spring, in all its glory. It will arrive before long, I pray
Cold, cold winter, please, please, please; finally be on your way
WK 2 MARCH 2019,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 03/26/2016
The Volunteer
by Bob Moore (c) 2019
A volunteer is worth, a thousand conscripts so they say
I would never volunteer, if I had my own way
but when the sergeant says, two volunteers, that’s you and you.
you have to grin and bear it, and do what you are told to do
It may just be KP, or police the parade ground
but it could be latrine duty, digging trenches in the ground
then you have to go, and fill the old ones in
hold your nose, and gag a bit, the air in here is thin
Sometimes you go out on patrol, to see what’s to be seen
I’d rather be warm in my bunk, than walking jungles green
then someone yells out “contact” and you just hit the ground
and swear and keep your head down,
as you chamber another round
Then contacts lost, if it ever was, more than a nervous call
now back to base, and thankful, as into the bunk we fall
tomorrow it will all start again, and if good luck goes my way
I will not be volunteered, and I will last another day.
Where I come from
It’s dark and quiet
Eleven months of the year
Then one fine day
Everything changes
All of a sudden
It’s bright and snowing
And I come to life
After a long hibernation
I love to see my old friend
Elf sitting on the shelf
Right next to a lit-up tree
He never says much
I don’t even know if he has a name
He just wears his big silly grin
Probably happy to see me
I have another friend
A human boy who
Comes to visit me
Funny thing…
Every single time
There’s a series of
Sudden snowstorms
He brings his eyeball
Really close to me
Scares me a little
But I don’t let on
I grin and bear it
I just stay very quiet
Then he moves on
Soon enough the time rolls
Around again for hibernation
I can always tell it’s coming
It’s shortly after mad chaos
The house at full capacity
There’s music and a huge feast
Followed by calling out names
And giving of glittery boxes
Shouts of joy by young and old
Singing dancing till all hours
I get so tired just watching them
That I’m ready for a good long sleep
Until next December rolls around
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on November 19, 2019 for contest STUCK IN A CHRISTMAS GLOBE sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND