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Tom Sharing Aphorisms
(old adages)
Composed: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
I’ve been told, when younger,
”I could start a fight in an empty House.”
Because often “I would cloud up and rain knuckles,”
and later “was a sight for sore eyes”
Sometimes “I just had a conniption fit” and it ended there.
It’s been said “I was like a cheap gun:
shoots quick but kicks hard,”
Because I’ve told a few “how the cow ate the cabbage,”
and “If they ruffled my tail feathers”
they got “burned like a chicken at a barbecue”
after I’d “give’em what for.”
When younger “I had my ears back and claws out,”
and “I’d start a fight at the drop of a hat”
and I’d drop it myself.
I’ve been called tight and narrow minded,
I wasn’t tight “I just had short arms and deep pockets”
and some said “I was so narrow minded
that I could look through a keyhole with both eyes.”
But I thought “I was tougher than stewed skunk”
Because I drank my coffee so strong
“it would raise a blood blister on a boot”
I once fought this guy
who was “fatter than a boarding house cat”
he was so big that, “he looked like he ate his brother,”
and “his pants could serve time as a pup tent.”
He “had more guts than you could hang on a fence,”
and looked like he could “lick his weight in wildcats.”
But now at eighty times have changed.
I’ve become “so confused I can’t tell
if I’ve lost my mule or found a rope”
I’m “as confused as a goat on AstroTurf”
“my elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top”
and some days “I feel like the lights are on but nobody is home”
Some days are more difficult “than putting socks on a rooster”
so “it’s about time to put the chairs in the wagon,”
“put out the fire and call in the dogs.”
But after spinning this yarn I’ll confess,
“I’m all hat and no cattle”
If you knew me “you’d stick to me like sticker burs to bare feet”
see you next time, “Lord willing and the creek don’t rise”.
Tom
“Your quatrains are giving me migraines”
Think I just heard someone say
Sorry my good friends that's all I know
At the number of forms, I'm amazed
Could branch out, attempt something new
A style artsy fartsy and clever
But I get all sweaty at the thought of failure
So I stick to what I've known forever
This form has always been poetry to me
Since I was knee high to a grasshopper
Very famous bards have used other forms
Not this simple minded clodhopper
Some of us guys seem to like simplicity
And I'm about as simple as it gets
Maybe one day when I'm old and grey
Oops! I am! I tend to forget!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down
on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest, and weakest link undermining
searingly robust reproductive human stock,
thru molecular hijacking gungho extremest
right wing trumpeting malefactor breeding
distilling, fomenting, et cetera the faintest
self destructive invisible agents provocateurs
dredging existentially faultiest
predispositions, and vulnerabilities
compromising in utero body electric,
asper offspring saddled with funniest
itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow Polka dot bikini
donned flesh impossible to remove,
which surgery could imperil and render feeblest
unto Caesar, an ides of march, sans flimsiest
excuse for a successor
to the royal porcelain throne,
which progeny could exhibit the frailest
constitution, and possibly appear as freakiest
looking hominid this side of Schwenksville
with napped hair most frizziest
affixed to a beanpole gangliest
androgynous cisgender metasexual
being description also including geekiest,
not to mention ghastliest
simple minded looking gruesomest
human being, who presents grimmest
prospects quite dim tubby happiest
bellowing soul since...incest
came back in vogue when polar vortex
ushered necessity to bed with kindliest
people professing unconditional love.
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I’m tired of being Americas token
I pick a line any line, any side
I realize, I have not the prize
Don’t throw me away?
I close my eyes I’ve died
I opened my eyes tears flow
I tried, I tried, sigh
Do you believe in me today?
In retrospect…Just a savage
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
Collapsed
Drowning in the dung;
Did you hear what I said
Don’t throw me away?
High-minded you hide behind it
Elderly poor and abused
Non Caucasian pure American?
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Hold on are you believing;
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
I am receiving everything I should
And it’s not good;
I pout and brood;
Don’t throw me away?
Rain down on me your objectivity;
Sanction and tax my creativity;
Loose me, confine me;
Hold on are you receiving;
I am perceiving everything I should
I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
I pick a line any line, any side
I realize, I have not the prize
Don’t throw me away?
Elderly poor and abused
Non Caucasian pure American?
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Only for the hypocrite
The only love you have is the LOVE OF HATE
And HATE is in your spirit, soul, heart and mind
Did I already say, I am not broken
A broken person
You and yours also are not broken people OH! NO
You keep in mind…
You pick a line any line, any side
You realize, I have not the prize
Perceiving everything I should
Be ready for forgiving you
For what you’ve put me through
Prejudice well liked
Incarcerated enticed
Prejudice is righteous
Only for the hypocrite
You hate elderly
You hate young the youth, you hate everything but your truth
You hate others not like you, whom don’t share your views
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I am perfect in every way, I’m chosen
Each just a bit afraid and broken
Each just a bit afraid and broken
Each just a bit afraid and broken
I’m chosen I am perfect in every way
Don’t throw me away?
9/18/19
For Pick a line any line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
One line Taken from 6/18/17 “Don’t Throw Me Away” poem
They'll poison our food,
And they'll poison what we drink.
Don't think into that though,
That mountain's too steep.
They'll push promiscuity, and play on our subconscious.
Don't think our wives are attractive, but stay
Eye-Boggling at strangers, who are simple minded and Ferocious... Ly picking at us,
Primitively, Primarily, It hits us.
They want your time, your attention, and all of your mind.
Their message, sit still, consume more, get bigger.
The unhealthier and more disconnected we are... Their wallets never wear thinner.
"We'll give you everything," said the world.
They shove it down our throats.
"Don't move until you reach the gym," but will push the algorithm at you, watch about it, and don't go.
Everything is where you are...
Why would you need to try?
To self actualise, to understand...
They are intent on poisoning our minds.
Not just yours, our children's, our sons and our daughters.
Identifying as cats and line our children up for vaccination like cattle waiting for slaughter.
Understanding this world, exposing it and educating our youth is how we are already winning, despite what they know is best.
Parents who see the agenda, see what was forced onto them...
And who say no with their entire chest.
****
Recieved this morning... Then written - MD 29/1/26
People whom are haters, better love mercy
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Like minded sinners filling up hell
People whom are murderers, better love mercy
People who abuse elder seniors better love forgiveness
People who mistreat animals is it true all dogs go to heaven
What chance does a sinner man have
When he's an atheist
And what about those who fondle and rape children
Who persecute those less fortunate
What about the one who shoots the guns
Wounding and killing at random
What about the adulterer, and fornicator
People who rape women and children
People who steal for false prosperity
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
And God once repented Himself that He made man
For you see we are sinful and dammed
Evil monarchs, kings and rulers
Whom cheat, lie, be ill-human--sub human
Dictators, Kings, Presidents
Evil men dictators
Evil thoughts coming from us
All shame, all sin
Are you all out or all in
Repent now, did I leave off something
Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That Jesus is Lord, so if I barely make it I better...better love mercy
Just in case I scarcely make it in
With all my sins, all my repentance, I better love grace
12/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
I’VE WASH MY SINS IN THE POLLUTED WATERS OF SHAME- Now Jesus Came and Wash Them Clean--
I’ve wash my sins in the polluted waters of shame
I wash my hands influential used, toilet water;
Dirty, filthy, rancid… I confess my messes…
I place my face inside an oven;
And grossly minded InterVision;
I sleep in color tinted glasses;
I confess my messes… dirty, filthy, rancid…
Shallow are the blood flowing through my veins
Blacken in the heart, my grief is my fame;
I’m a person with your name;
And when I die, my spirit rise giving up my true-self;
I die no I’m relived God has taken back His breathe;
Be that as it may, I reap and reach not;
My true-self doesn’t rot;
No longer on this world’s earthen clock;
I’m not gone, I am here my true self;
Resting in the arms of Christ;
I’m just a beginner;
I am your sinner;
I’ve wash my sins in the polluted waters of shame
7/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but you're not in my shoes
I can horribly horror thee
tear torsos from talk shoo
you speak your body language alludes
letting loose clues I can flip and abuse
same time I elude your bullet bully
I fight I sully til your pants soil
cus I'm a King accepting toil
scope on your weakness locked in to spoil
crack your shell cook you a la Royal
I've been bullied singled out and embarrassed
the bar's set high
I've learnt I've no one but I
I've been made look stupid
isolated and cry
my red face my fear dread pointed at
nasty things said
tested dyslexic selected
autism bipolar personality disorder
never test positive but not normal
left handed right armed club foot
stood up straight when hit in the gut
I aint a stereotype cliche or a label buster
stapled my head up by a knuckle duster
pain what pain I love it I lust
been lonely with no friend they rushed
I was unknowing to friendship never mend
still I've got balls to drive you around bends
yeah devil level upheaval I'm lethal
the illegal drug and a piercing needle
I can see through your eyes ears and cheek dimples
you assume I'm vacant minded simple
hampered with anger ample angles I can't handle
but you're like all the other people
leap frog forth and fall in to my hole of evil
my psyche unlocks the locked inside
oh I see inside I sight you sly
you picked on a puppet now to gut you of pride
you wanna go blow high and low
with a child of psychology psycho
possibly to test positive probably
you a side act cut from the show
my head weird inside it be it be beyond thee
I learnt young applied acquired skills easy
but think I'm denied a focus capability
can take me down and see the end of me
and with that they laugh and you mentally bleed
you mistook my fools field you can't fall what killed
mind games mate I've majestic ill
you don't even know what happened
I come back again til it end, friend.
Yes, it hurts that your eyes are shining and measuring
to show deep concern,
and fearful.
But I'm glad you said it.
Had you not, the turn
I might've taken could have hurt
us all.
So let me carry my weight away mechanically
by instinct, the loser
this time, and all
the times before that reason has returned
after the first sting of honesty
slid against the grain,
should comfort
you from your other side with the dirt
of your experience. Mine,
is yet too empty.
So I'll swallow my pride, and let it be
filled up at a reasonable pace
with all the knowledge
of the Good,
than I could ever obtain by saving face.
So when this hot-blood subsides,
and small-minded hands that seek
easy glory rest,
and all is back in its place,
then Things will be fine,
and you'll be glad you said it.
Spring Equinox 2019 ™®©- çø!a
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
out of hibernation,
sans mancave, I will climb
specifically at 5:59 Post Meridiem
eastern standard time,
when calendrical, celestial,
and chronological prime
airy factors mark
onset of temperate clime
mitt, also coincides with
'super worm equinox moon,'
to this Earthling, would appear
no larger than a dime
though ironically enough,
said satellite of Earth
closest to this oblate spheroid
whatever esoteric tidbit may be worth,
yet unwittingly inviting once in a
blue cheese moon opportunity
to espy with naked eye lunar dearth
of life, nor feasible conditions
warrant sear ching colonizing ahoy
by an adventurous space cowboy,
but perhaps convenient
launch pad to employ
entrepreneurial minded profiteers,
whether Jewish or goy
establishing other worldly
getaway to enjoy
reprieve, asper burgeoning
hardy madding crowd
populating nearly every square inch,
sans third rock from the sun, a proud
arrogant, defiant, haughty,
et cetera species predominantly cloud
ding, glomming, mucking, et cetera
exploiting courtesy manifest destiny
bajillion year old planet as if endowed
by divine creator to trumpet "FAKE"
supremacy, tis not white in my mind
declaring might equals right unbowed
credo selfishly amassing untold wealth
ideally at expense and health
of every others by fiat, force and stealth
consigning subjects to slavery
in an effort to rule global commonwealth,
which self centered
aggrandizement that ball
(pockmarks most visible hall
of the moon tin king)
did not return my call
and thoroughly explains
without rhyme and reason
why what appears as face on lunar surface
actually migrants of Stonehenge vestial wall.