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We live within a Matrix
Much like the movie suggests
Being held captive by unseen forces
A food source to keep dark ones full and fed
All while we are dormant and fast asleep
?
Don't want us awakening
Because then we will fight back
We will keep them from using our life force
To feed and fuel their dirty little deeds
They cause all of our life's fear and worry
?
All of life's irritations
And life's inconveniences
Is the matrix's way of making a feast
The more we worry and fear in our lives
Makes a fine gourmet meal for the dark ones
?
When your powers realized
It puts a kink in their plan
Then in cutting all cords to the matrix
It allows body and soul to be free
Showing you how you should be living life
?
Are you ready to break free?
The matrix reality
My food is simple, unlike my music
Most of the time I spend in excellent company
My muse is unobtrusive and only appears with dessert
If I were vain, I would compare my work
To the labour of Sisyphus, but incidentally, I don't consider it meaningless:
I see more meaning in the fall of a boulder than, for example,
In the jumps of parachutists who risk getting tangled in their straps
But vanity is infinitely inventive, I like to observe
The tricks of the psyche that justify these pleasures
My music seems abstract, although it is merely
Autobiographical, and therefore translatable into the language of emotions,
At least in allusive episodes
Although I am not inclined to reproduce ready-made formulas
To serve as a worn-out armchair for the audience
I am for leaving the comfort zone for the zone of sadness
The zone of rhetoric of deliberate inconveniences, where I am like a fish in water
I ask questions and answer them myself, or
I simply ignore myself, thereby mocking my
Scattered plebeian curiosity.
If the crowd listened to my ellipses and exclamations,
My falling cupboards and jokes at funerals
Would be appreciated and supported,
And I would be recognised as a genius, for which, of course,
I would apologise to the crowd, even though their romantic ideals
Are utterly nauseating, but well paid.
But the number of simpletons is truly infinite
It is inversely proportional to the number of geniuses
Cynics write music for the crowd
Something like Yesterday and Candle on the Wind
And my indulgent attention goes unnoticed
My subtle jokes do not elicit smiles
And therein lies my happiness as an avant-gardist
Success would destroy me, but the indifference of the noosphere
Prolongs my life, which I pay for
With my music of spheres, squares and tendons.
Assured by the Almighty’s grace abounding…
Yearning for contentment is settled today and yon
Exuding hope, expressing bright future’s expectation
Affirming moving-on pursuits toward aspiration-ascent
Reminding good days ahead with revival replenishment.
Despite threatening dearth causing despair
Whispering angst, obscuring wishes with worries
Indefatigable spirit overcomes inconveniences
Never surrendering; advancing nonetheless
Depending on God, the sovereign Defender
Learning life lessons while liberated by His love
Illumined to move on with divine inspiration
Nourished with grace and compassion’s nurture
Growing stronger, geared by faith, glowing.
Drawing nigh* to the Lord Who to me reaches down
Offering blessings’ opportunities for service opulence
Welcoming my heart for revival against weariness
Now, I bid adieu to months dwindling down, toward year’s newness.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you…
October 9, 2020
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic" Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/12/2020.
If there's one thing to remember as you travel life's highway
We're all made of the same stuff
Bones, skin, hair, and smashing good looks
Oops sorry, not everyone is blessed with good looks like this dude
Mummy and Daddy's genes combined
For an extraordinarily handsome specimen of male virility
Had to fight the girlies off with a big stick
I know, I know, shouldn't be complaining... right!!!
Some of us just have to endure these minor inconveniences
Hollywood movie stars have much the same “problems”
Have to admit, at first it was very flattering
But that soon wore off and it's now quite a nuisance
Having to sign autographs every time I step outside the door
Guess it's the price us over the top handsome folks have to pay
For the adulation of the adoring throngs
You may ask, “IS THIS GUY SMOKIN' UP?”
Sure sounds kinda whacked out to me, I must say!
Aww! But he's got such a sweet heart
Hang on, hang on, I'll soon be back to my humble self again
I'm sorry... it ain't easy being humble you know!
My tongue is planted firmly in my cheek!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
November 7 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 1-4
Key Verses – 2Corinthians 1:3-4 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me in my sorrow
So that I can overcome distress-arrow
Never knocked down by negative tomorrow…
Keep me hopeful about Your gracious go-glow-grow.
Thank You for comforting me in my suffering
So that I can fight nervousness-tearing
Never smashed down by worldly gearing…
Keep me dependent upon Your ready uplifting bearing.
Thank You for comforting me in my sacrifices
So that I can subdue laxity-inconveniences
Never smitten down by carnal curses…
Keep me trusting in Your strong mighty braces.
Thank You for comforting me in my shame
So that I can face embarrassment-blame
Never kicked down by lustful game…
Keep me committed to Your holy missionary flame.
Thank You for comforting me in my submission
So that I can prevail over pride-distraction
Never torn down by selfish attention…
Keep me sincere through Your exemplary humble action.
Thank You for comforting me in my stress
So that I can vanquish difficulty-distress
Never trampled down by fleshly buttress…
Keep me cleaving to Your firm protective fortress.
Thank You for comforting me in my serenity
So that I can deal with loneliness-sensitivity
Never broken down by emotional instability…
Keep me settled in Your assured salvation-security.
November 7, 2022
The mat outside my door says folks are welcome.
How many months will pass before that’s true?
Though some who make predictions have great knowledge,
they've nothing concrete to support their view.
This epidemic spreading through the nations
has changed our lives. Each day seems more surreal,
but my small inconveniences are minor
compared to heartbreak many millions feel.
I ache for those whose loved ones have been taken
by this pandemic and those gravely ill,
the ones who risk their lives each day for others,
and those who lost their jobs and can’t pay bills.
I feel for working parents and the children
who never failed a class until this year,
those used to being taught inside a classroom,
now home, on I-pads, due to wide-spread fear.
I praise those who give time, supplies, and money
to those in need. Such times bring out the best
in many. Volunteers prove pure compassion
brings joy and peace in life’s severest tests.
*UPDATE: Our parking-lot stay-in-vehicle services occurred a few
months back. We're back inside, but some haven't attended since March.
Date: April 4, 2020
Contest Title: Quarantine Poems placed 1st
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
December 11, 2020
entered in Nina Parmenter's It Feels Surreal Contest
Since moving to our brand new home
There's things I haven't found
Like my pair of pearly white dentures
And Dufus our basset hound
Still haven't located my tightie whities
People are holding their noses
Till I find 'em gonna use lots of cologne
And carry a bouquet of roses
Now certain things take top priority
Like oil for my artificial leg
The damn thing squeaks unmercifully
“FIND THAT OIL!” Cathie begs
The kitchen stuff's in the living room
We're sleeping out on the lawn
Neighbours are peering out their windows
Expecting some “goings on”!
All things considered we're doing fine
Minor inconveniences they are
We'll soon be sleeping in out of the rain
And be happy campers, by gar!
© Jack Ellison 2013
And
Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies.
These are the things
we live with, in the country.
Some you step on,
some travel in your clothes,
and some stink.
Foxtails.
That sounds so beautiful.
They are terrible.
They cling and bring pain
to the feet of dogs.
Don't get me started...
on mosquitoes and blood-sucking vermin...
that find us all in the day,
and in the night.
Yet we still go outside.
We still want to touch,
trees, and flowers...
and lay in the grass.
Ticks stay away,
fleas go somewhere else.
This is the best place,
to be calm and set the pace...
backward, or at least slowdown.
Chores make the time pass without notice.
Tired muscles and an achy back
replace the need to be concerned...
about the small things.
Yet inside,
peace reigns.
Even at the cost of life's
tiny inconveniences,
there is a payment of joy,
that only He can dole out.
ALMOST
I am thinking about growing up – the miracle of aging – appealing
The excitement that exists is chronologically revealing
Addition of a half makes next older age within grasp fulfilling
at
5 and a half -- Almost 6; a new tooth grows
9 and a half – Almost double digits, Whoa!!
12 and a-half – Almost 13; a teen-ager glows
15 and a-half – Almost 16; a driver, first date - now a beau
22 and a-half –Almost 23; getting married- love aglow
24 and a-half –Almost 25; becoming a parent- much to know
44 and a-half –Almost 45; becoming a grandparent- the show
64 and a-half --Almost 65; retiring - a new life flow
81 and a -half –Almost 82; a storyteller- life’s shadow
so
I am thinking about growing up – the miracle of aging—appealing
Alive, alert, forward planning and backward seeing—
Almost grown Life’s inconveniences, disabilities and sorrows come –
Almost daily feeling
Feel insecure – Almost fell:
"But as for me, my feet were almost gone,
My steps had well nigh slipped" (Psalm73:2)
Without the LORD –Almost in silence:
"Unless the LORD had been my help,
My soul had almost dwelt in silence" (Psalm 94:17)
God is always there even when we are only almost there...:
"They had almost consumed me upon earth;
But I forsook not thy precepts". (Psalms 119:87)
I am thinking about growing up --
the miracle of aging lifespan—
About how God prepares us
for all these life changes, and;
About how God is never almost -
His redemptive love is always again and again
-Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson