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You will discover how my keen mind works
Through books I’ve read, or rather, through their quirks.
I leap into unknown as pages turn,
As chapters fly I find where I belong.
To fight and win the hero’s wars I yearn
While my adventures move the plot along.
I roam through distant worlds in every book,
I delve into the author’s shared insight.
I’m Tom, I’m Robinson, I’m Captain Hook,
An English orphan, a Round Table Knight.
I taste survival grip in Love of Life,
My Gatsby’s in pursuit of a green light,
Edmond Dantes’ obsessive revenge drive -
His vengeance burns until the wrongs are right.
Can’t help falling in love with Princess Bride,
I wear an Iron Mask - my grand disguise,
With loyal Dr. Watson by my side,
I’m charismatic Bond, spy of all spies.
I laugh out loud at cantankerous Grinch
Who holds angelic villagers in fear,
Bet beloved Dr. Seuss didn’t flinch
At placing Grinch’s sneer against Christmas cheer.
As pages turn into unknown I leap -
The realm I enter is mine to keep.
September 7, 2026
How do you feel about Mondays? The ultimate best psychiatrist would ask if he cared.
Not about your mother, or your childhood, ridiculous lovers, or feelings never shared.
Monday feelings are the top dog meter, to discover if you are living life as you.
Do you leap out of bed, ready and happy, or do you clobber your alarm clock with your shoe?
If you cannot wait to put on your clothes, throw open the shudders and do the happy dance,
If Mondays makes you smile, giggle, and laugh, possibly skip, hop, twirl, whirl, or prance,
If your heart leaps up with gladness, because you consistently get to be the-real-true-blue-you.
It is possible that you are doing what makes your heart and soul brand new,
If Mondays cause you to feel more joyful and smile bigger than every other day of the week,
If Mondays bring more hope and cheer than any other day, and make you want to sail, fly, jump and leap.
If Mondays are the best days, the ones you look forward to with the most gigantically good feelings of all,
It may be that you are living your life as a human being, fulfilling other’s buckets, so tall.
Yes Monday feelings are the top dog meter, to find out if you are living your soul’s heart dream.
The lessons you begged for when you left those cheering angels, who sent you down the heaven stream.
If your Monday feelings are not like this, the good news is, it is never too late.
Run away from the job you are doing now; clear away the slate.
Monday is the most fabulous barometer, loud and true.
You are the only one who knows if you are living life as the real honest you.
Written July 30, 2018
Contest: Mondays Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I think we are all drummers –
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) –
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash;
drums breathe -- all parts -- from outer
shells to inner resonance; influenced
also by surface temperature, humidity
of the room, and the echos of their
wall enclosure or freedom – not so
different from the maker: our hearts
are echo-chambers...especially our
minds, the garbage in the garbage out –
we echo love or the discourse of the
environment – we are beat spirited
rhythms, shuffles and stomps of feet –
tasteful entrees and all that a desire
can eat – seeming devils at times,
that only our surrender to God can
defeat – Yes! God is a drummer: no
moving instrument of being without
its core sound – a universe of timpani,
some quite square, but really, all is
round – the universe a lively Topsy,
a swing and a shout – we leap and
twirl in time – knowing time, not
gravity, keeps us down, shuts us
in, or keep us up and highly
out. Even at my age, more apt
to honestly, sweat-fully gig, than play
under any, pretentious, perfumed
wig.
Not everyone's enamoured by my humour
At risk of my head being bopped
Say things in jest that are taken as serious
Chancing a punch in the chops
Like when I once said to a very large lady
Pressing two in the up elevator
“That's just one floor, you coulda walked!”
Almost ended up on the floor
Another time down in Old Cape Cod
In a store getting out of the sun
A lady knocked over a large display stand
Yelled “Now look what you've done!”
Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple
She was just about to blow a gasket
However, luckily cooler heads prevailed
Considered myself quite fortunate
“Look before you leap” as the saying goes
Often insert my foot in my mouth
Runs the risk of hard blows to the head
And injury to my parts down south
© Jack Ellison 2013
What is faith,
But a decision one's own self has to make?
It is a conviction of one's own heart,
That if you are not going to finish...then never start.
It is up to one's own mind,
Whether to leap... or just stay behind.
It is a mother knowing her children will be just fine,
Or reading all the signs.
It is a child trusting their parents,
Knowing that one day you will be happy for the experience.
It is a spouse who shines adoration from within,
When they look at you, its as if light radiates from within.
It is a friend whom you can trust,
A heart you must surrender before it can rust.
It is, in its most basic form, bliss,
It maybe elusive but it does still exist.
I have confidence in my faith and certainty too,
That is what has brought me to you.
Someone who would take me as I am,
To patch the flood in my heart and build a dam.
Someone to love me for me,
Who would not turn and flee.
Someone who would sacrifice everything,
To ensure my heart kept beating.
So what is faith... but love in all its tomes,
And for each of us it is our own.
God saw my faith only grew...
And smiled...and that is when He sent me you.
"The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
Because my feet find measure with its call ..."
Jones Very, 1823-1880
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The hidden birds sing me a song
as a rippling stream hums with winds strong
and swaying flowers seem to know my hand
sighing- as I stop to caress their beauty grand
and yellow bees buzz and butterflies are adrift
and pretty hummingbirds flutter and spin swift
oh, when my mind is sad- my steps seek peace
so in green I meander till sad thoughts I release
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August 13, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/when my mind is sad
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1380-778-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Rhyme Me
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 08/14/2021
First Place
Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
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Far away in Santa town all was a frenzy
as the elves made the toys for Christmas.
Yet there was no sign of Santa himself
he was still fast asleep as it was only July.
Not for another four months would he stir
This was the time of his yearly hibernation.
Slowly the hours and then the days past
until it was, at last, the end of November.
Santa stirred then with a shake he awoke
with a loud ho ho ho he jumped to his feet,
First he checked up on his busy elves
making sure that they were on track.
He admired the toy stack, it was large
showing that most children were good.
He hustled around making very sure
each present was loaded on his sleigh.
He next checked that all the reindeer
were fit and well to do the Christmas run.
At last the big night arrived and Santa
took up the reins with a loud ho ho ho .
He called their names and with a leap
they were airborne flying through the sky.
Santa climbed down so many chimneys
he was now all covered with black soot.
The reindeers took one look and in fright
they fled leaving Santa stranded on the roof.
With a weary sigh he took of his jacket
and called out their names one by one.
Shame faced they came back to him
oh you silly things he chuckled, its me.
Soon once more they were on the way
carving a starry path through the skies.
At last all the presents were delivered
it was time for Christmas to begin.
And Santa? he went straight back to sleep
What else would you expect? Ho ho ho.
Somewhere in the middle,
between organized religion
and spirituality,
many question God's existence.
Such doubts fester over time,
for faith fades into despair, once rejected.
The soul and heart are ready to believe,
but the mind hesitates,
pleading for some irrefutable sign,
before launching into a leap of faith.
To some, the concept of God seems delusional:
a combination of myth and fantasy.
And that sense of implausibility
leaves no room for God in their hearts and thoughts.
And yet, to others,
God's presence is undeniable,
believing His love is both eternal
and unconditional.
No one can prove evil exists as an entity,
yet its effects are felt nonetheless.
And though God doesn't conform to our reality,
He remains a source of hope,
inner peace, and moral strength.
Faith offers us the promise of eternal life,
and only asks that we believe.
There was so much potential when I was a kid
The future looked brighter than it ever did
We'd put a man on the moon and the sky was no limit
Was a brave new world if only for a minute
Was supposed to be some giant leap
For mankind and technology
And very soon we'd all take shuttles to the moon
And just like the Jetsons have a robot or two
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flyin' car
Life got harder, I got taller
Bombs got smarter, phones got smaller
Virtual reality
Just ain't real enough for me
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flying car
Now the only Star Treking's on my TV set
The only place I visit is the internet
Ones and zeroes filling up the air
We think we're really going places when we're going nowhere
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flying car
©2002.