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'Love will bring up anything unlike itself.'
What i ahve discovered is that when you come face to face with unconditional love,
It not only bring's up in your being every unloving feeling and thought;
Unconditional love will shake those thing's in your face and dare you to deny that they -
Do not belong to you!
It is hard to tell a lie when it is staring at you.
It is even harder to admit that you have been lying to yourself all along.
When the man to whom i alluded earlier declared his commitment to and unconditional-
Love for me,
I began to find as many things wrong with him as possible.
Something had to be wrong with him!
Why else would he want me?
He whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
He took every opportunity available to demonstrate his care and concern for me.
When there was no apparent opportunity,
He made one.
He told the absolute truth,
Under all circumstances,
And he told me ll the things i wanted and needed to hear.
It was a trick!
A low-down dirty trick!,
So i thought.
hE WAS WRONG!
i WAS RIGHT!
that to me sounded so right.
When my powers of observation began to fail me,
I took a new approach.
When that didn't work,
I began to question his motives,
His character,
And his so called unconditional love he swore he had felt for me,
He believed in me,
He took me on a journey.
He loved me.
He taught me how to laugh,
And not to ever be afraid to cry,
When he was happy or sad.
This man,
This wonderful and divine expression of unconditional love,
Wanted me to be his wife.
I concluded that he had to be a stark,
Raving maniac!!!
When you have lived your life believing there is something terribly wrong with you,
Unconditional love will start to show you the truth. will strip away everything you are hiding,
Dangle it before your eye's,
And quietly whisper to you,
A soft lullaby,
For he love's you!
He accepted my criticisms and i his,
Because he trusted me and i almost him,
He went along with my mood swings and many, many more thing's,
Because he realized he had unconditional love for me,
My man to be for all eternity!!!
When you finally give into him,
Unconditional love
At any rate, she knew she wasn’t alone
With both the baritone and guy with the trombone
‘Twas hard to tell wearing the blindfold
Which was holding onto the bricks of gold
She decided to have fun and play along
Drew the line at joining their silly drinking song
She found herself lounging on a bearskin
And in a crinoline feeling quite feminine
So far the sideline was odd yet somewhat divine
When she recalled needing to catch a flight by nine
No time for shopping in spite of having gold to blow
At any rate, she had a plane to catch and had to go
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 17, 2018 for PREMIERE CONTEST NO.170 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 4TH
and on January 18, 2018 for contest AT ANY RATE, IT WILL BE FAST MOVING sponsored by JULIA WARD
News spins around my head.
Killings, a brave puppy dog
saving a kitten,
rape & heroic deeds
done by cop and villain.
October surprises loom,
we are led by the nose
to suppose
he lied
or tried hard to tell the truth.
Forgive me for asking
but can the news cycle
get a puncture just once.
Blow me down
with a killer clown,
shock the horror
let the cat out
of its peekaboo bag.
Take a knee,
rest and drop -
that smoking gun is a prop
cool the hot-cross bun some.
Mute the chattering
media flunky's.
Not news is good
for news junkies,
yet bad stuff happens
and we must all chase it,
run it down
and claim the day
as if we owned it.
We all have goals we'd like achieved.
The goals we set we find endeared.
We think our folks should also care.
To see how well we do and fare.
Alas, they don't, and we are shocked.
Sometimes we feel our path is blocked.
Are these the ones so close and dear?
Are these the ones we brought so near?
We try to stand despite the pain.
We try to fight with might and main.
The goals are hard to live without.
How hard it feels to live in doubt!
We start to fear the goals we had.
We start to feel so bad and sad.
There come to play more pits and holes.
We can surmount by such big goals.
The joy we feel when we succeed,
Is hard to tell or share indeed.
So, hitch your wagon to a star!
Success is sweet and not so far.
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
© Jack Ellison 2015<>
I loved the way she looked at me.
Even if it was for a brief second, I would always stop what I was doing.
She had a knack for making me forget the simplest of things.
Often times making me stand outside of myself.
She looked at me.
And I was in a full length feature movie.
Surrounded by a bunch of characters before the plot shifts to us.
I'd watch as her pupils dilate.
The way her conversation changed from the way I heard her previously.
Before bumping into me.
She'd look at me but wouldn't see me at all.
She'd see that I had a bit going for myself.
That I had a good head on my shoulders.
That nine times out of ten, I would stop if she seemed like she was in distress.
With so much going on it's hard to tell what's real from fake.
Frankly, I didn't mind it.
The way she looked at me.
It's been a while since I've seen myself in eyes that large.
It appeared that I was in a movie the way we met.
The way our conversation would last for hours.
Whenever she would speak it made it that much easier to forget that she didn't see me at all.
Honestly I haven't seen me in a long time.
The way that I use to be.
The distant flash of guns, like fireworks
in Yorkshire Dales, a November, long past;
soon followed by deep rumbling, thunder
that usually precedes rain, but not today.
The boy, marching, singing with his pals
moving ever further from Tipperary.
Wherever that was.
Soon, ragged men start passing,
arriving from where he's going.
The boy thinks he sees a friend
it's hard to tell;
there's just a gaping hole below the eyes
the man groping for a dangling mandible
trying to reassemble a face;
dying questioning eyes meet.
A growling sergeant moves them on,
"forward, boys."
The singing stops
eyes dart from side to side
the proud upright march
becoming a bowed, furtive walk.
Tomorrow, the boy will take his gun
and march across
as un-yet fields of scarlet poppies
towards the enemy;
or so he's told.
He will never pull the trigger,
he will not have time.
GUNS Poetry Contest: Placed 1st.
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 25-04-2021
I've lived to tell all my sad tales
With a smile cause I only hurt from inside
That's why it's hard to tell tell
If I'm being true or I've got something to hide
I've found pieces of me that I thought I'd lost
But this time they didn't sit right when I pieced myself back
It left me with the question "At what cost"
Cause I was killing myself hoping to get it all back
I've seen how with years I'm fading to the dark
Cause I lose my glow smiling
Hoping that somehow it would spark
Something in the world so that it keeps going
I've tried to accept maybe change is part of me
Saying that maybe it's okay not to be whole
That what remains is still me
But I know that they see through those holes
I've lived to tell my sad tells
That's already more than what I'd wished for
Most people don't live to tell the tales
Cause they wait for the right moment,
something they never had before
The PO£T
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both it's legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Than at first I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
From the view out our kitchen window here in the mountains…
in our little corner of the universe…
we see a multitude of winter wildlife…assorted and diverse.
From the deer who wander through our yard…
who walk so gracefully and leap with ease…
to the birds who visit our feeders…
from their branches on the trees.
We’re not sure when it comes to all the deer we see
If they are different deer each time…or part of one deer family.
You see we’re new at this…and it’s hard to tell one deer from another
to know if they are a Mommy or Daddy dear…a sister or a brother.
The birds are easier to tell apart…so many different kinds we see.
We’ve seen Caroline Wrens, nuthatches, finches, blue jays and chickadees.
We’ve seen crows, two kinds of woodpeckers,
and we’ve been known to gawk…
at the titmice with their little tufts of hair,
at the cardinals and and the hawk.
We offer corn to the deer when they come through…
their particular palate it seems to suit…
and the vast variety of birds
enjoy a mix of birdseeds, nuts and fruit.
We are happy to welcome all these animals into our lives…
wondering if they’ve come from near or far…
We appreciate their differences.
and enjoy each individual for exactly who they are.
As this new year begins..I wish everyone would resolve…
to try with other people to connect…
to treat everyone as fellow human beings…with dignity and respect.
The new year could be so wonderful…
across all lands and the seven seas…
If we could treat each other
like we do the deer and the chickadees.