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Compounds and Elements
It's painful to recall my so head full or rocks.
Inorganic chemistry was for me, plain, mysterious bedrock!
Luckily my chemistry partner must have been from heaven sent.
To me, with a brain made of rock hard cement.
Fires I started and experiments exploded!
My professor stared at me~ I saw his mind being imploded.
This was at Loyola University in Chicago,that's right near the lake.
I think I prayed at night for God my soul to take!
I was sure I was going to fail this course.
I stared at my student nurse's face with total remorse.
The day for final grades,so horribly came,
I figured he would fail this dizzy dame.
To the professor's office I went with my knees knocking.
I was about to learn something totally shocking.
He was such a sweet, short, lovely man sitting,
with a smile on his face.
I had the feeling, perhaps I would not be disgraced!
" I know how good a nurse you will be.
So I decided not to fail you, but give you a D!"
Happy as a lark,as grateful, as can be.
I went to our Madonna De La Strada Chapel, thanking the
Lord for sending this compassionate professor to me.
July 28, l2020
4pm PST
This is a factual account of some of the
best days of my life at Loyola.
"Ad Majorem Dei Gloria"
It's true, for some hearts burning embers
that a pet is like a family member
and how painful life is, when they slip away
but some pets stay.
Dutchboy wandered in some fourteen years ago
a young pup on the run from one who did not know
he needed warmth and love and one owner strong
the protector he would be, big and strong.
He played and barked
happy as a lark
he kept us safe and snug
as he cuddled and hugged.
Eventually he slowed in his play
and sad and unexpected, he slipped away
but some times in the quiet of the house
I see his shadow walk, quiet as a mouse
and well I now know,
some pets protect us still
waiting for Heaven to call us all
and till then, they stay.
Constance La France
All Pets Go to Heaven
8/17/2020
We noticed her at the feeder…hovering…and humming…she does not tweet
a hummingbird in October….attentively watching all the other birds eat.
So we put out our hummingbird feeder which immediately made its mark
because that hummingbird perched down to eat…and was as happy as a lark.
“Hey hummingbird!” we asked. “Why is you didn’t go
with all the other hummingbirds…down to Mexico?”
“My wings would get tired.” She said. “That whole migration thing gets old.
Besides I’m happen to be one hummingbird who simply loves the cold.”
“But how will you keep warm,” We asked, “those nights when it’s cold out there?”
“It’s called torpor.” The hummingbird smiled.
“A little something I picked up from the bears”.
“But what will you find to eat when it starts to snow?”
The hummingbird smiled again…I know where all the winter flowers grow.”
I have no trouble eating…I always get my fill
from the jasmine, snowdrops, the winter rose…the iris’s and the daffodils.”
And I am very aware when I’m flying all about
knowing which family’s like yours…keep their winter feeders out.”
We spoke with this hummingbird until she was full…then she happily flew away
and I’m happy to report she’s revisits us every day….
She comes back to our hummingbird feeder to help ward off her starvation
to visit for a while…and for some stimulating conversation.
What a wonderful surprise this year- both Deborah and I agree
something we didn’t expect to see…in October in N.C.
We didn’t know there’d be so much to learn…so much to behold
from the beak of one tiny hummingbird
who….simply…loves the cold.
can you imagine yourself a young girl from Nighastan?
who is thirteen, and never stepped foot in regular school?
toiling day and night, taking care of siblings and housework,
her smile reminds of fresh-bloomed rose, no cameras capture.
can you imagine yourself a young boy from Labonga,
works in a factory for hours and hours since he was eight?
he is still respectful and humble, polite and thankful,
happy as a lark if sometimes he gets to fly a kite.
wish we were supremely gorgeous princes and princesses,
wearing sparkling gucci outfits, flying in private jets -
(talking how to support the poverty-stricken third world)
we watch their lavish weddings, their destination travels,
and secretly sigh for extravagant life we don't have!
met some of those amazingly courageous boys and girls,
who do not complain about their uneventful tough lives,
they accept their hardest journey with humble compliance -
thank god sincerely for their meager plainest possessions!
I imagine - if I had the power to change the world,
I would make their world blissful. surrounded by purest joy,
I would hold her dainty hand, and pore over fairy tales,
I would run without bounds in the open field with the boy.
those children would teach me to be grateful with simplest things,
and to smile joyful smile which nobody can ever snatch.
Poet's Notes: The poem is written on the model of Shakesperean sonnet (14 syllables in each line - exception being there are four Quatrains instead of three).
January 23, 2021
For "Can You Imagine" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
In this land of if only, I'd only have myself to reckon with
no real or imaginary people to fight with or have a tiff
In a world of seize and conquer I would feel no loss
I'd ride the ocean winds like an ancient Albatross
In a world of make believe I'd be Queen of fairies
grinding my worries away , I'd then pick berries
in a forest full of bears, tigers and wolves, I'd be
a minx with great stealth, I'd never want to flee
In a planet where stars moon and sun can be touched
I would make plans for a future that can't be botched
In a society that badges truth, compassion, empathy
I'd be happy as a lark in the sky, songful and free
In this land of if only, I'd be a wish that never dies ,
joining forces with all the conquerors of the skies.
Life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting us with a smile is an art
It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one who's holding the reins
Here's what I learned a long while ago
If you greet everyone with a smile
Chances are they'll smile right back
You've made someone happy for a while
But listen to this, there's a residual effect
You've raised your spirits as well
You'll go around with song in your heart
You'll be ringing the happiness bell
So the end result of all of this chatter
You control how your day will turn out
Happy as a lark or filled with despair
The choice is what life's all about!
#"MY DEAR *SISTER* GIRL! ! !"
MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!
SIS: "DO YOU WANT MORE?"
JOYFUL "JIFFY" BRO: "AHH!"
[SOME MO' MO']
SAYS YOUR PEANUT BUTTER *BROTHER* WHO'S COVERED AND SMOTHERED IN GOLDEN GOO...LIKE GLUE, MEMORABLE PEAK-A-BOO! ! !
WORLD: "WE SEE YOU! ! !" "WE ADORE YOU! ! !"
HAPPY AS A LARK!~~
JOYOUS PUREST SPARK!~~
SIS: ARE YOU? {SMILE}
BABY BROTHER WITH AN INITIAL STUNNED BUT, PATIENT~LOVING MOTHER... "YIKES!" LOL* LOL*
LET'S GET YOU CLEANED UP, OKAY...{SMILE}
[PEANUT BUTTER LIKE NO OTHER....
SIS AND I, SO HAPPY, WITH EACH OTHER...
WHO NEEDS BREAD FOR SPREAD, SO MUCH FUN USING OUR HANDS AND ARMS AND FACE, INSTEAD!
I DON'T MIND AT ALL....
PEANUT BUTTER ALL OVER MY HEAD AND ENTIRE SELF!]
«NOW ABOUT THAT CREATIVE JAR THAT WENT MISSING FROM THE SHELF...SEEMS LIKE A GOOD CHOICE AND WHY NOT, WE CAN USE IT TO GO BLOT* BLOT* BLOT*
"CAN'T MISS A SPOT!! LOL! LOL!"»
WORLD: "DID YOU LOVE THAT?" {SMILE}
HAPPIEST RESPONSE RECEIVED...
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MOM & SIS AND THE WORLD UNDERSTOOD FROM ALL OF THIS...
HIS UNDENIABLE HAPPINESS! ! ! *ACHIEVED*
[GOLDEN GOO BLISS]
STICKS TO HEART, MIND AND
MEMORY...SUCH SENSORY & SUCH JOY TO HAVE SEEN!
WHAT A TIME! WHAT A TIME! ONE OF THE BEST MEMORIES TO REDEEM!
TO PAINT WITH PEANUT BUTTER, WHAT COULD BE BETTER, AS A SPREADER...
"TO SPREAD JOY! ! !" {SMILE}
ONE DAY, TO LOOK BACK AT THIS SCENE, YOU BROUGHT LAUGHTER TO OUR HEARTS...AND IT MADE US FEEL SO GOOD! TO SEE YOU...YES, JOYFUL YOU! ! !
SPREAD THE LOVE IMMERSIVELY {WITH DELIGHT}...
ON SITE!
YOU DID, YOU DID, ONCE THE OPENING OF THAT LID...
IT LOOKED LIKED IT MADE *YOUR* HEART HAPPY! ! !
"AHH!"
[OVERJOYED! ! !]
:-)
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} August 22, 2023#
Life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting them with a smile is an art
It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one who's holding the reins
Here's what I learned a long while ago
If you greet everyone with a smile
Chances are they'll smile right back
You've made someone happy for a while
But listen to this, there's a residual effect
You've raised your spirits as well
You'll go around with song in your heart
You'll be ringing the happiness bell
So the end result of all of this chatter
You control how your day will turn out
Happy as a lark or filled with despair
The choice is what life's all about!
© Jack Ellison 2014
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
Once upon a time, a Prince asked a Princess
“Will you marry me?”, the Princess said, “No!”
But the Prince lived happily ever after
As away on his Harley-Davidson he rode
He started dating lotsa full-breasted women
Hunted and fished and raced cars
Was seen courting ladies less than half his age
Drank Guinness and frequented bars
Been quite a while since he's heard any nagging
And he never paid child support
Romanced gorgeous cheerleaders regularly
Mud wrestling was his favourite sport
Ate Spam, french fries and Boston baked beans
Blew enormous earth shattering farts
A rebellious soul who left toilet seats up
Freaking cool and happy as a lark!
© Jack Ellison 2013