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I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Glorious cats of the Sun
They strive to be number one
They live for recognition
To be the best by definition
The most generous of them all
No favor is too big or small
They’re loyal to their tribe
Their love’s hard to describe
They love their mane
They can’t be tamed
Big hearts of gold
They’re regal and bold
Even in the night
They’re in the spotlight
Flattery makes these kitties purr
They love compliments for sure
One thing that you can’t ignore
Is when you hear these lions roar
They’ll charm you like never before
They’ll have you melting on the floor
These felines already won
After all is said and done
These are the cats of the sun
They’re most loved by everyone
A boy named Leo, with hair of yellow sun,
Stood on a path when autumn had begun.
His jacket, blue as skies on a clear day,
Held a secret pocket, hidden away.
The air was crisp, the world a golden haze,
A perfect backdrop for these wondrous days.
His boots, well-worn and scuffed a dusty brown,
Had walked through fields and every part of town.
He reached a hand inside his coat, so deep,
And pulled a treasure from its magic sleep.
A vivid red ball, a perfect, bouncy sphere,
Then shiny pebbles, crystal-like and clear.
Next came a feather, from a bluebird's wing,
A silver key, a strange and ancient thing.
A tiny soldier, standing straight and tall,
He answered to a silent, unheard call.
A skipping stone, so smooth and grey and flat,
A yellow lollipop, how sweet was that.
A picture of a girl with a brilliant smile,
He gazed at it for quite a long, long while.
A seashell, listening to the ocean's sound,
Though miles of land were all that could be found.
And last of all, a leaf of maple bright,
A perfect star of red and golden light.
His pocket, empty, yet it gave and gave,
A magic trick, a wondrous, happy wave.
And Leo smiled, with pockets full of dreams,
On that beautiful day, or so it seems.
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife
This is what I hear is written in the stars
Leo's are supposed to be loyal
Well this guy's a Leo and will vouch for that
Also happy and playful and joyful
Would never think of cheating on Cathie
It's never ever crossed my mind
Always an example of a true loyal Leo
Trust is how our marriage is defined
Opportunities have risen to test my resolve
But I still remain loyal to the core
Temptation can become a very strong a factor
To weaken would be easy to be sure
We must always remember our solemn oath
Standing in front of the preacher
To love one another till death do us part
Absolutely nothing could be any sweeter
© Jack Ellison 2015
Aries must learn danger with their own toddler test.
Taurus grasp emotions from the feel in their chest.
Geminis wish for words hearers clearly digest.
Cancers thrive in a neat, loving family nest.
Leos strive to lead infused with praise about their best.
Virgos shelve their dreams for duties that sternly pest.
Libras view couple love as perfect life's peak crest.
Scorpios forget naught, hiding all in mind's vest.
Sag needs outdoor adventure per their soul’s request.
Capricorns need for perfection is not a jest.
Aquarians hear their own drum and march with zest.
Pisces bear any news without shock or unrest.
This is what I hear written in the stars
Leo's are supposed to be loyal
Well this guy's a Leo and will vouch for that
Also happy and playful and joyful
Never think of cheating on dear wifey-poo
It's never ever crossed my mind
Always an example of a true loyal Leo
Trust is how our marriage is defined
Opportunities have risen to test my resolve
But I still remain loyal to the core
Temptation can become a very strong factor
To weaken would be easy for sure
We must always remember our solemn oath
Standing in front of the preacher
To love one another till death do us part
Absolutely nothing could be sweeter
A Cry to the Vicar of Christ
On the eighth of May—
in the year the world was wounded—
white smoke rose,
and the Spirit whispered:
Leo XIV.
Not a crown,
but a cross.
Not glory—
but Gethsemane.
Go now,
Holy Father,
to Gaza,
where God bleeds quietly
under shattered mosques.
A child cries without sound.
A mother digs without grave.
Hope is ash.
Peace is myth.
And still—
your hands are clean.
Go to the sons of empire—
tell them:
No more prayers dipped in petrol.
No more justice from jets.
No more peace purchased with pain.
And to Israel,
tell Benjamin:
God is not your sword.
He is your witness.
Every Palestinian child
is a gospel we’ve burned.
Every mother,
a Madonna without her Christ.
Go also to Congo. Sudan. Libya. Ukraine.
Do not wave.
Do not preach.
Walk.
Bleed.
Kneel.
Did you not hear Romero,
when the soil sang blood in El Salvador?
The Church was never meant
to hide behind stained glass.
Let the Vatican strip gold from its bones.
Let the cassock gather dust.
Let the Pope
become a man.
For when Pope Francis passed,
he whispered:
“Reality is more than ideas.”
And Gaza is real.
God weeps there still.
Let history write,
not of sermons,
but of a man in white
who saved God
in Gaza.
(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
Cutting a path
Along a railroad track
Through desert grass
With no scenery at all
Apart from passing a
barren dry oasis
Because everything else is
nothing but dunes and sand
as far as the eye can see
That and the odd bit of
desert grass
Accompanied only by the clickady
clack of a railroad soundtrack
beating metronome through
my brain
And still no station whence to stop
Still no crossroad to crossover
No conductor to click or
check i had a ticket bought
Nor even a driver aboard to
steer this direction less train
Worst of all where it's going
Where this train's journey
came from began
Or is eventually supposed to
terminate
What it's e.t.a is or even if
it is predestined to arrive at all
For all i know i just may well
be without my knowledge aboard
The land locked locomotive
equivalent
Of the unsinkable shipwreck
now infamously referred to as
simply
Titanic
And on further inspection
according to the official
passanger manifesto
This ghost train heading head long
into the most desolate of desert
Has exactly the same number
of soul's on board
As it's doomed sister ship
And come to think of it
most eerily of all is today's
date is in fact
Thursday
15 April 2012
100 year's to the day the
month the year the second on
A so called girl named
Rose and boy called Jack
apparently met
And drowned hopelessly in love
till death