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The Elephantipede
( as introduced in ‘The Tigerilla’.
Have you ever heard about the elephantipede
A very mixed up creature which it’s commonly agreed
If mother nature tried to score a hit, it’s clear she missed
Because the elephantipede should really not exist
It seems the elephantipede had only come to be
When a witch sneezed suddenly and let a spell go free
So now she roams the jungle seeking out enough to eat
Not easy when you’re forty tons with hoards of stomping feet
Today she gave up searching for another tasty treat
For now she’s found a highway and she’s tearing up the street
The elephantipede is leaving potholes in her wake
For every step she takes is like a miniature earthquake
The sign she sees says ‘Nearest Town’ which pleases her because
She’d trodden on a thorn but didn’t know which foot it was
Just to make it clear how come she knows which way to walk
The elephantipede knows how to read… and how to talk
Also, in this jungle, Tigerilla lives as well
Another crazy creature caught up in the witch’s spell
But even Tigerilla who had been her mortal foe
Crouched there at the roadside as he watched his rival go
So now the creatures that had feared her for so many weeks
Clap and cheer as she clears off, they don’t care what she seeks
Later on she finds some shops and one of them sells shoes
And somehow she just seems to know that shoes are sold in twos
She barged in through the door though she could barely squeeze through it
And asked the owner if he knew which size her feet would fit
The owner stammered when he said, “Would you like leather heels?”
And with a tremble in his voice he said, “We have some deals.”
The elephantipede said, “I don’t care which ones you choose,
I saw you had a two for one deal on all of your shoes.
Frankly, Sir, that is the very reason that I came,
So I’ll buy 25 pairs and take 25 the same.”
Then Tigerilla walked in and said, “Best do what she says,
Or you had better pray she only leaves you in a daze.
The elephantipede could wreck your shop and trash your house
And there’s no way to stop her… unless you have a mouse.”
1. Lose 20 pounds and prepare to finance a whole new wardrobe.
When eating ask yourself, would a healthy person eat this and
what to heck is- Red Dye #2, and malotextrin disodoium anyways?
2. Quite drinking coffee and coke, okay just delete this one right now!
3. Make more money, as per, The Secret, just BELIEVE, believe, believe
and say "make more money" out loud 500+ TIMES per day. Right!
4. Get out of debt, okay just delete this one too!
5. Discover why I was born and what am I suppose to be doing??
(Didn't I try this last year?) Okay, just meditate each day and see
what happens.
6. Which brings me to - Don't do the same stupid things I did
last year. Oh, why not just print out last years resolutions and
save some time. Time is ticking, tocking away!
7. Carry dental floss everywhere. Simple. Make the dentist happy.
8. I resolve to come up with a stronger password than Kitty1
9. Stop making spelling errors and find the dictionary buried under books.
10. Again, I will pray daily for a fatter bank account and a thinner body
and pray that God does not get those two mixed up.
11. Stop making stupid lists and learn to COUNT.
12. ?
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December 15, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/MyStupid New Year's Resolutions
Copyright Protected, ID 16-858-293-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Seventeen brings a brand-new driver's license, A bigger world, a different step ahead, While fourteen means the start of high school hallways, Unspoken rules, and pats upon the head.
He says the gap between the grade levels Is why he keeps his distance from your side, Yet turned around and chased after your best friend, A logic impossible to make make sense or hide.
She didn't want the spotlight or his favor, The math just doesn't add up like it should. It leaves you stranded in this mixed-up middle, Wishing he’d see you the way you hoped he would.
Now every time he asks if you’re doing okay, It echoes what he did when he liked Val, A strange replay of something in the past.
It makes you feel uneasy, flipped around, Caught in a blur where signals cross and spin. Trying to figure out just where you stand, And where these confusing boundaries begin.
Thomas Hood said he recalled the house where he was born
He would not recognise it now, its structure is long gone
But as for me, and where I’m from, the house still stands today
Although my family home no more, I fear to pass that way
Time moves on and people change, I know that to be true
But memories from those four walls, they stick to me like glue
The garden toys, the trees to climb, the rickety lean to
The things that made me who I am, they echo through and through
We had our ups and downs, we did, what family does not
But on the whole we lived and laughed and read an awful lot
And after many years had passed, it came so clear to me
The things they went without for us, the things they made us see
I like to think I’m kind and fair, I try to do my best
Though never have I really had to put it to the test
So where I’m from, I have to say, the answer lies within
A drop of this, a pinch of that, mixed up inside my skin
And if anybody says to me, “who do you think you are?”
I’ll say who made me what I am and thank my lucky stars
Life takes many a turn or two
at the time it feels to be all bad
but there's always tomorrow to come
wishing that to be before going mad
The darkness of night seems so long
moment by moment it increases so
inside it feels for ever long
time moves but for ever slow
One feels emotionally all mixed up
it's so difficult so full of tears
these liquid drops send a cry
heard on high promising no fears
Stand on high with hopes raised
looking forward to spiritual joy
morning shall come with sweetest dew
the Lord sends His love fully praised
Last nights memories faded away
a new day's joy is right on cue
God's goodness is so merciful
joyful blessings upon you ever new
("Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.")
Psalm 30: 5b (ESV)
Most things begin at the start
but truly not all do that way
for we don’t see clearly at all
mixed up not knowing night or day
Man needs to come to his end
to see he’s got nothing to show
facing up to the reality of life
taking it on the chin this hefty blow
Having now come to his own end
there he’ll see God’s real beginning
as God shows himself a true friend
the bells in man’s head will be ringing
Here God shows truth in inward parts
working in us from the inside out
revealing Himself to the sinful soul
His still soft voice speaks without a shout
Telling this burdened soul of his state
that Jesus came His soul to redeem
paying the ultimate price for his sin
assuring him this is no ordinary dream
Rumpel Still's kin are a strange lot
With names not easily forgot
But he was kept asleep
By his cousin, the creep
Moonshine Still was the guilty sot
Rumpel had walked deep in the wood
Where Moon was with bros in the hood
Distilling white lightning
The scene was frightning
They drugged Rumpel more than they should
Moon left him leaning 'gainst a tree
Rump's whereabouts, a mystery
By now you realize
I have mixed up two guys
Rip Van Winkle's and Rump's his'try
Rip slept for years in the Catskills
Rump drugged for finding Moon's stills
Rip was greedy for gold
Rump was growing tree mold
Twisted fairytales of ill will
hmmmm oh wait... that's still twisted!!
Flitting in a distant flash,
a fleeting glimpse, seen far off for a second
is all it takes to shutter a flutter in memory banks.
To trigger recall, perhaps a deja vu replay brief.
Our mind constantly trawls
for associations in the swirls of a crystal ball
in every scene and furtive glance we see.
Nothing is a new release, a gala opening night.
All we see are shorts and replays,
snippets of this scene linked with that,
bits of past mixed up with present,
left-overs mixed with anti pasta.
How nice it would be to have
memories wiped clean like as hard disk crash
to see everything new again, untainted by recall.
To be able to switch memories off and on at will.
To choose what and when we want to be reminded.
To choose when we simply want to sip up the new with a straw.
To taste the scene devoid of context,
immune from concomitance.
The other day as I drove over the hills,
trees some as much as six hundred years
shone and glittered in the hot sunshine,
leaves in multi hues of various different greens
So perfect they looked in their summer array,
magical and mysterious, the trees stand sentry
watching us as we scurry past, going nowhere fast
couple of more weeks and then reds and browns
Silver and even greys, a mixed up pallet of color
as they shred their leaves, becoming stark and bare
I truly was moved by all of this absolute beauty
not yet is it quite over, just a pause at summer's end
written 09/04/2013
contest Summer's End
I am the gentlest and kindest guy
anyone has ever met,
lose my trust and you'll lose everything...
missing out on a lot;
I hate cheaters and liars
who fake their feelings
and end up in tears begging, hoping
that their mistake won't be goodbye!
Was it worth lying,
afraid of losing one?
Holding on to guys,
sharing their hearts:
you were a terrible thief getting caught
when words got mixed up
and you call his name instead of mine...
ah, you could have avoided crying!
Lose my trust and you'll lose everything,
before skies were blue, now they are grey;
before you had what you desired and didn't realize
that making the wrong turn made you pay a price!
Lose my trust and you'll lose everything,
even my affection and sympathy!
You weren't chosen by luck
and picked a lovely daisy to pluck;
it all came from me, from my generosity...
I got struck by a heavy rock
and bleeding I understood my plan stupidity:
sometimes wisdom comes late to hurt and shock!
Lose my trust and you'll everything,
you'll lose the essence of joy and hold nothing!
I can be the sweetest and kindest man,
if I get angry, step aside and get away from me;
you haven't shown to be too trustworthy,
your play has ended, the curtain is down!