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10 Second Rule Girl

Don’t twerk around town
Like you wanna die young,
Don’t fall to the ground
Just so you can show him some.
Be fresh out the package
Not all crumbled and stale,
Keep yourself pure
For the right kinda male.

Don’t be a 10 second rule girl
That dirty fellas wanna eat,
Keep yourself clean and classy
So he’ll never mistreat.

We gotta stick together
And just say no,
Pair bond at first 
And just take it slow.
Cause WE hold the power
It’s up to us to choose,
Make the boys turn to men
So we’re not used and abused.

You wanna real man?
Then you need to choose to be,
The real kinda woman
He’s lookin to see.
So keep your head held high
And your ego in check,
Be kind, but firm
As you take the next step.

Be friends at first
Don’t rush into sin,
Take the needed time 
To get to know your man.
Be mysterious
And leave’m wantin more,
Keep the cookie in the package
This will help for sure.
You will start to see
It is worth the wait,
Cause now you got the kinda love 
That will last all your days!
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Let's Go Have a Brew

I don't know why we have to hate
The world seems really changed of late
I don't know why there's so much fear
We're all alike between the ears

Us guys so often get it wrong
Remind yourself of this old song
While storm clouds gather across the sea
Let's all be glad our land is free

We're always free to live and pray
To just say no, to have our say
So next time someone threatens you
Say “let's go talk and have a brew”

There's lots of things that I don't know
Don't know why men must come to blows
Don't know why men have to die
Could you explain the reason why?


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member You Must Return

THE FIRST DAY THAT YOU ARRIVED, YOU SOON BEGAN TO RUN.
NOW YOU MUST RETURN, TO FACE THE RISING OF THE SUN.
DID YOU EVER STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOUR UNRULY LIFE?
EVER LONELY AND CRIED ABOUT THE PAINS IN YOUR LIFE?

EVER WONDERED WHY YOU CAN’T RISE ABOVE BAD HABITS                                           OR RESIST POOR ADVICE? IF YOU COULD BE REBORN,                                    
WOULD YOU STILL MAKE THE SAME CHOICES? WOULD YOU LISTEN                 TO YOUR FRIENDS, SAYING YES TO THEIR VOICES? OR, WOULD YOU            

TAKE A STAND, JUST SAY NO, AND GET UP AND GO?                                              ARE YOU HOUNDED BY THE MANY POOR DECISIONS YOU’VE MADE?
HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING CONSEQUENCES FOR THE LAST DECADE?
WITHOUT DELAY, THE TIME IS NOW, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE THE CHANGE

FROM DEEP WITHIN, YOUR LIFE IS PLEADING , TO BE REARRANGED
IT MATTERS NOT, HOW FAR THE PAST, HOW DEEP THE PAIN,                              
OR WHO’S TO BLAME; IF YOU TURN TO THE ONE WHO                                                ENABLES YOU TO NEVER BE THE SAME

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(Matthew 11:28)
Form: Verse

Premium Member Money Pig

The day they proclaimed addiction to be a disease
is the day drug abuse spread like a weed.
The powers that be profit from prolonged disease
not so much from personal responsibility.
They legalized dope to keep people pacified and numb
,, then lay tax on the working man-play us for chumps.
They've turned this country from a cool place to be
into a red-hot mess, needle and syringe lining the streets. 
First Lady Reagan was right when she said, " Just say no. 
Now they have grass and gas stations in blue-tongued Colorado.

Some want to categorize obesity as a disease.
The cure for this one is simply quite easy
: shut your pie hole and start moving your feet.
There's way too much profit in treating "disease"
That's why cures occur so very rarely.
Once a person is cured, the money pig thins
it dies in the stye with the profit-margin men.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Just Say No

NO, you will not have my child.
I will not be convinced by the rampant
hunger of government, the devourer of souls, 
needing cannon fodder.

NO, I will not stand a zombie in a trance
an unrepentant ghoul entranced, 
watching as you turn innocents 
to join with the minions of destruction.

I will not plan to kill.
I will not live to hate.

NO, you will not have my child.
Death may come, as Death will, 
but I will not be conned by the powers that be.

Death will not find me, or mine, willing victims
of this plague of violence.
The energy of me and mine will plan
to live and die in the light.


Premium Member My 3 Words Spoken of Motivation and Wisdom

God is Good                                            
Destined for Greatness                             
I Love You                                               
Financially Debt Free                                
Yes I Can                                                  
What Student Loan?                                            
Blessed, Grateful, Thankful
Inspired by You        
Chrysler, Home, Tesla                                 
Five Star Mom                                     
I am Forgiven                                        
Black is Beautiful                     
No Weapon Formed                       
Write the Vision                                        
One Prayer Away                                       
Walk by Faith                                             
Never Give Up
Eat the Oatmeal                                       
Sleep in Peace                                        
Journey for Jesus                                       
Change your Mindset                            
Women Stop Complaining                            
Colette – Dright                                         
Love One Another                                      
Blessed Beyond Measure                            
Who am I?                                                
Grace and Mercy                                    
Thank You God      
Weather the Storm
Don’t Drive Drunk
Children of God                                 
Just say No
Life after Death
Strength, Structure, Stability
Don’t Look Back
You are Amazing 
St. Bernard Project 
Run your Race
Capricorn the Goat
The Chosen One
In Jesus Name
Guard your Mind
I Been Approved 
Don’t make Assumptions 
Mind your Business 
We are Conquerors 
Jesus is Love
Believe in You
Pray for Me
Learn to Forgive
NOLA for Life
New Orleans, Louisiana 
7 Ward Hardhead
Been ‘bout It
Praise the Lord
I am Me
Visualization, Manifestation, Determination
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Did You Say Cheese

Cheese, did you say cheese...Many have stopped letting it age. 
The pride-of the industry has diminished in grade. 
The process is no longer done in accordance with time. 
The cheesy cheese can no longer be considered- ''fine brine''. 
The quality of cheese is cheesy indeed.

The pasteurization of milk and unhealthy steed. 
Has compromised the art of producing good cheese. 
Cheese from goat milk may still be tasty. 
But the price of good cheese has- outweighed the need.

Its a culture --that's cultured- into a profit for greed. 
I no longer desire the taste of this imitation. 
If the Cheese was still cheese- I would eat plenty.      
But for now, my crackers are crunching on empty.

Cheese...Did you day cheese..? 
Well, this new cheese has no flavor--
Taste more like I am chewing on paper.
No more pass the cheese if you please. 
But I'll pass on that cheese- 
and drink my wine-- with no brine.
I'll drink to that-

Until integrity is put back. 
I won't say cheese even when I smile;
To the cheese- I will simply--!

just SAY- "NO Not now- 
It's such a CRAPPY batch somehow".
Form: Ballade

Regeneration

Too many years of cruel, senseless self-inflicted 
wrath
Just fooling myself as I drift along this sordid
path

Potato chips, donuts, candy bars, soft drinks, ice cream,
pork and all sorts of artificial junk
Stomach aches, runny noses, flatulence and mental
congestion; my humanness on the brink of being defunct

I've been playing this melancholic tune called "Slow Death."
as the funeral procession moves closer to my final resting
place
Darkness and confusion no longer live in this SACRED temple.
thank you dear lord for shining your precious light and your
"amazing grace"

No more fat and grease to clog my arteries and suffocate my
'loving heart'
Regeneration is my mission, so to FAST and PRAY is where I
must start

No alcohol, stress, or cigarette smoke for my liver...
It works hard enough as it is;  that stuff only gives it
the quivers

I've got to change my mind and body state.
To be renewed, I must clean this dirty slate

Eating to LIVE and not living to EAT
is how I must flow
To do the right thing is smart; when confronted
with that fake stuff, JUST SAY NO

Now! Is the time to start building a new me?
Yes! A temple that's full of love and peace, and
one that is disease-free
Form:

Premium Member Please Leave

Please Leave

On a scale of one to ten with ten being my favorite ice cream or cake,               chocolate ice cream is nowhere on the scale, and hopefully, not in my house.
Coming in at number six would be strawberry  ice cream or angel food cake.
Please do not insult me with any kind of cookies or candies in my ice cream.
To each its own. So why take away such a God ordained purity of the sweeties?
I would give a very strong competitive edge to vanilla bean as my number eight.
I try very hard to keep all types of ice cream away from me and out of my house.
But when I fail at keeping it out, temptation forces me if its any vanilla with nuts.
I know that I could just say "No" and quickly walk away, but "Yes" bullies me.
If I’m lucky, I eat one cup of  black walnut cream, but if I’m a looser, two or three.
I tell you, I’m always a looser if maple nut or pecans in vanilla slips into my freezer.
If for some reason such creams find a way into my house, what choice do I have except to devour them? Without a doubt, pecans and maple nut absolutely rank a ten.
There’s a famous pie store in my community; and their New York cheese cake? Tops!!!
Cj09262015(Contest, "Melts.....")
Form: Prose

Just Say No

Just Say No

Look at the embers
The smoldering remnants of a lost world
Destroyed by arrogant world leaders
Mere children fighting over their toys
Arguing over the size of their manhoods
How did they let it go so far
How could we not say that is enough
Did we believe the lies they told us
Someone somewhere should have said no
Took the children and spanked their bottoms
And sent them to their rooms
If just one person would have stood up
Denied what they were told and thought for themselves
Children would be playing kickball in the streets
Mothers would be nursing their babies
And songs would be sung
Instead, look at the embers
Think of everything we have lost
And someone please…JUST SAY NO

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