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Greeting Angels
Caylee, are you listening?
I just wanted you to know
that we prayed that you’d get justice
but I guess it won’t be so.
And I wondered if you met Tesslynn
when you reached that heavenly shore
and was little Lattie waiting?
Lord there are so many more.
Noah, John, Luke and Paul
and little sister Mary Yates,
Adam, Amy, Nixmary and Amber;
only God could know their fates.
JonBenet’ and Riley Ann,
way too soon these children died.
Polly, Kelsey and Jessica;
oh Lord the tears I’ve cried.
Samantha, Austin and Justin,
Terrance, Erica and Lily too,
Liam, Cyrus and Javan,
Michael and Alex to name a few.
Caylee were they waiting
with the angels by their side?
And did Jesus hold you close
when you realized that you had died?
So many innocent children
abused and beaten and all alone.
Lord why didn’t anyone stop them,
hadn’t anybody known?
Lord help us to help the children,
help us to hear their cries,
before one more child is tortured,
before one more angel dies…
Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we share part by part,
Lighting the path to inspiration,
Attaining your lightning connotation
I love how you relate to my struggles,
Allowing my feet to rest on your gentle wings,
How your loving eyes look in-between the lines,
To see inside such poetry, the divine intertwine
You do not waste your time in the sky,
Rising every moment in your heightening knowledge
You burn brighter for what matters
You hold tighter to the light with gladness,
And you are not afraid in the prowling wilderness
You are never afraid to express your genius
Long ago, I had wandered in the haze of many a soul
Closed and withdrawn in the strolls of dark foes
In your luminous presence, you awakened this dreamer
My eyes widening in the unity of word-weavers
To access your bloom was to shatter all doom
And in awe, I aspired to be a part of you
I love that you care of my virtues,
How you give and give tremendously
How we understand each other in synchronizing energy out of this world
I love that you will feel my heart, as I do yours
I will love these truths forevermore
A tribute to this burning star is never enough
You have inspired me beyond what I can see
Beyond what dreams a dreamer be
And for that, I must thank you,
As you persevere in your incomparable brightness
To illuminate my path, and our paths,
Into the extraordinary, eternal unearthing of fate, fervor and fortune
For the “Tribute: Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by The Silent One
August 4th, 2015
When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest.
Because of this misunderstanding, my life has become a mess.
Women slap my face and they call me sick.
Everybody believes that I'm an inbred hick.
I'm sick of having to tell everybody that I'm Justin Bred, not just inbred.
If you ask me how long I've been married to my sister, I'll cut off your head.
Ashamed to learn Justin Bieber is Canadian
Sure doesn't represent THIS Canuck
A total embarrassment to this country of ours
Dragging us all through the muck
A total loser in every sense of the word
His disgusting exploits are renowned
Wonder what our dear Celine thinks of him
Our image, he's quickly tearing down
A disgraceful display of obnoxious behaviour
Unbecoming of this beautiful land
I'm begging you please, ignore this creature
Dismiss this jerk out of hand
There's very few things that provoke me enough
To stand on my soapbox and yell
Guess you've realized I'm incensed to the max
This kid is heading straight for hell
© Jack Ellison 2013
Love Justice Born From Nothing
Love does not come in bottles or packages
It travels light, actually it has no weight
Children play with matches that ignite
They cannot wait to burn
Hungry to see love in front of them right now
But too young to understand the simple things
Adults play with flames of desire
Born on a wish or simple kiss
Love comes fashioned from within
Somewhere in the skin a blush is formed
Somewhere between this and justice
Love smiles on the fire of their passion
Fashioned out of something lighter than a feather
Out of something that has no weight
Something taken or stolen from the dark
A spark of life
Big bangs are also known to come about this way
Created on 1/13/15 for “Love Justice” – Poetry Contest sponsored by: Justin Bordner
Cycling through Meadowway with my chum,
A man with a receding hairline & greying remnants of his locks wearing a blue jumper
Appears round the corner. I wonder, to what percentage of onlookers around here would he just be a stranger?
Many men have greying hair which they are losing and wear blue jumpers,
But this was so clearly a Jason hairline & a Jason jumper.
I remember his cheerful face I think of every time I watch a Justin Guitar tutorial
And how he accidentally stole my pencil in a maths lesson,
His "see me" in my exercise book that I simply ignored,
And that parents’ evening where he asked me to step out of the room as he spoke to my dad solo.
I remember the residential trip where he didn’t like us banging on the outdoor drum
Or using as podiums ancient tree trunks ?
Come on Mr Coe, let us have a break, I thought
From us desperately trying to understand the things that you have us taught.
One morning, I think the first of Year Five, in my Learning Journal,
I crossed out in his note every Tesni, her, hers and she
Replacing them with Terry, him, his and he.
I didn’t think that Mr Coe would see.
But he did. He asked me why, I said I didn’t know. I just knew there was a reason,
But I wanted it to go.
In front of the whole class, he said how this nine-year-old girl Tesni has a gift
For creative writing.
I remember being shown these radical Google features
And I sent Jason a presentation on planets that I made just for fun.
Mad Villains Everywhere Must Just Stop Using New Pencils.
I wonder if he still has mine from that maths lesson.
I remember his irritating version of rounders
Where you couldn’t sit down once you were out.
I remember somehow getting into a cross country event and coming thirty seventh.
Now I tell people it was out of sixty but annoyingly still haven’t found out.
I wonder, if I stopped Jason walking on and asked him, would he?
Would he remember me?
But I have counselling in five minutes, so have to walk on like a stranger
Without all these memories.
Collab with Justin Connor
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The man that picked me up in the streets
Quickly became my best friend in the world
My ears prick when I hear him calling
Daily I am in the kitchen faster than lightening
Wagging my tail brightly
I used to be on the streets—
A place I never liked and was always afraid of
Thanks to this man I don’t have to be scared anymore
I used to feel the cold in my bones
And watch the cars speed around me in fright
I used to try and say hi to the passersby
But they only glanced at me and sighed
When he took me in the house was warm
My paws felt comfy on the carpet floor
And there was FOOD—delicious food!
Piled nicely for me in a big red bowl
Then I met his wife and daughter
They were so happy to see me!
I had not even been there for a day
And suddenly I was part of their family
I feel at home!
Napping on the couch with my best friend
And my two new cuddle buddies
Their soft, gentle hands stroking my head
A feeling like no other
A sensation I had never dreamt of in my past life
A new warmth—known as comfort and leisure
I think I will stay here
For I am their new treasure as they are mine
I like the way I light up the daughter’s face
Every morning I wake her and lick her cheek
To her smile and an occasional giggle
It is so wonderful to feel this joy sweeping through me
It is almost electrifying because of its newness
And leaving them would be a shame!
Besides, where would I go?
Instead I must focus my mind on the delightful food!
Or the chewy TOYS that the mother brought one day
Or their BACKYARD with the funny pigeons!
And especially focus on them, my family!
Being on the street for a long time
I never thought I would find
A place where kind people would love me for what I am
A place where I would never go hungry
A safe place to keep me happy and warm
A place called home
I am home!
The Isley Brothers, The Chi-Lites, Four Tops
The Emotions (Flowers)
Roberta Flack (The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face)
Jane Fonda
Elvis
Stars...
Lulu (To Sir With Love)
Paul Le Mat (American Grafitti)
Suzanne Sommers
Mackenzie Phillips, Aretha Franklin
Manuel Padilla Jr. as Jai (Kid in Tarzan series)
Harrison Ford
Ron Howard
U2
Cher
Heat Wave
Commodores
The Jackson Five
The Pointer Sisters, The Righteous Brothers
Sidney Portier, Lionel Ritchie
Justin Trudeau (8 years old)
Marvin Gaye
Lou Rawls
More...
Pam Grier
Barry White
The Three Degrees (When Will I See You Again)
Al Green, Rose Royce, The Main Ingredients
***Hotel where I worked with Tom Hanks and countless celebrity interactions...
Date: 08/27/2019
in my job as nurse, I play the part of actor
a contradiction
of my own beliefs and feelings, a sham
I must put on a false face of happy
deceive my patients
my words hollow, when I say they will be okay
when they are dying
I speak a fraud, I feel a hypocrite
it is so sad
that rules dictate that I tell lies
but this is my job
_______________________
April 10, 2015
Poetry/Verse/I play my heart , well
Copyright Protected, ID 04-661-212-10
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, What Is Your Hypocrisy,
sponsor, Justin Bordner, HM, Judged 05/2015
At the Gold Coast
Parched and dry I stand,
Waiting and recalling
thirsty for your love,
At the Gold Coast
we met last summer,
Under the blue
on the sandy gold,
Memories afresh
Soothing winds unfold !
Your deep dark eyes that
pierced into my heart
Our tale of passion
at first sight did start,
That mighty embrace!
Melting emotions
with heat of breaths,
Tranquillised by
waves that covered by!
An impulse borne away
with every breath,
The most generous one
made me its slave,
Then the tyrant in both
of us well played,
Skin next to my skin,
thinnest air between
simply slipped by,
Intolerance precipitates
setting my soul ablaze,
Make love to me
in this ancient place,
Tears lost in time
and beats not keeping pace,
Wanderlust of my soul
ends at the Gold Coast,
My heavenly abode !
Written November 23rd, 2014
For contest' Make love to me in that ancient place' by Justin Bordner