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“All Points Bulletin”... be on the lookout
For Jackers' rotund belly
It's been missing for almost six months now
Watch “Missing Bellies” on your telly
Wiggles and jiggles like a bowl full of Jelly
Bouncing up and down, side to side
Little kiddies are always bugging their Moms
To ask Mr. Jackers for a ride
It's just my way of describing the impact
Losing weight had on my psyche
Upbeat and ready to meet all life's challenges
Now wearing my hair all spiky
It surely can be a life changing experience
Walk around with a confident air
Tossing red roses to the curious onlookers
With a feeling of devil may care
Can imagine the mental picture you're having
Must be pretty strange I would guess
My life has become exciting once again
Next week I'm on 'Meet The Press'
“All Points Bulletin”... if you see Jackers' belly
Ignore it, he doesn't want it back
He's doing just fine but thanks anyway
He's finally on the right track
© Jack Ellison 2012
1st Place Winner
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
She flitted from flower to flower, and I thought she'd landed in my hair Perhaps the sweet-scented spray attracted her, this lady butterfly, so fair
Then, she flew to suckle the white jasmine blooms, on delicate wings I was mesmerized and felt my heart beats as if they were flutterings
Quite still I stood as she hovered before gently landing upon my finger Each flap of her beautiful velvety wings made me wish she would linger
Upon the morning's breeze she was carried until resting on a marigold I chased away a bumblebee who got near to her. I thought, "How bold!"
I watched the Monarch lay her eggs, each tinier than a mustard seed upon her well-chosen birthing place, a tender green leaf of milkweed
She hovered for a while longer, as if she pondered about her decision to leave her precious offspring, but she'd given them new life's provision
Food to eat when into little caterpillars they'd develop when hatched She'd done all she could to assure her eggs had been firmly attached
It was very intoxicating for me and of the experience I had to write about watching a butterfly do flyovers in my yard before taking flight
I admit having watched her as if she were dancing around me today kept me on the lookout for predators that might steal her eggs away
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2025
You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout
All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out
While you’re looking away
Twirling in relentless dismay
Your insolence successfully leads you astray
So He finds me in greater favour every day
Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway
The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay
‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say
With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away
I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face
For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace
For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase
The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race
The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace
In the promising path which for them You daily trace”
I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace
So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face”
If you were smart, you’d take after me
Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be
So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee
Who’s literally got you down on one knee
Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea
No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free
Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see
Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me
They noticed from the time when they were young…from before they all could speak…their father’s way of looking at the world was different…some would say…unique.
Every morning he’d open the front door…look out over the land and to the sky above…then he’d turn around and say… “Today…children…it looks a lot like love.”
Rain and shine, good and bad he believed this is the world as God designed it…
"But she also filled it up with love." He’d say, "And it’s up to us to find it!”
Which is why every day he was on the lookout for the love he constantly spoke of…
and every day, wherever he went, he would call attention to that love.
He’d point out a smile exchanged by strangers…watching anybody share…his children were amazed…how he’d find love anywhere.
He’d show them a mother comforting a crying baby…a family holding hands…and slowly the more love that he’d show them…they more they came to understand.
Once they learned this lesson…once they knew what they were looking for…they began to find love in places where they hadn’t noticed it before.
It showed up at family dinners, good night kisses in their rooms…it showed up in the rain that helped the flowers bloom.
It showed up in people helping other people…in a wave to someone they didn't know.
It showed up anywhere they happened to be…and anywhere they’d go
The more they began to see love in their life and in the world around them
the more they began to understand how love envelopes and surrounds them.
Thanks to their father’s teachings…and those seeds of love he’d sown..
they learned how love makes every little thing in life…glow…with a beauty all its own
Which is why their own children…from before they all could speak…
saw their parent’s way of looking at the world as different…some would say…unique.
When every morning they open their front door…
look out over the land and to the sky above…
then then turn around and say…
“Today…children…it looks a lot like love.”
On his 100th birthday celebration surrounded by his family…
he was asked, ‘what is the secret to your longevity?’
He was silent for a moment…they thought, perhaps, he was too weak…
“First of all,” he finally smiled, “I like to think before I speak.”
“How I’ve lived to be 100…well, that’s anybody’s guess…
perhaps the best answer I can give is…it comes down to more and less.”
“I don’t think there is a secret,” he continued, “to this long life that I’ve had.”
“I suppose, throughout my years…I’ve had more good luck than I’ve had bad.”
“I’ve been lucky in my life to have more ups than I’ve had downs
I laugh more than I cry…I smile more than I frown.”
“I have more friends than enemies…I listen more than I talk…
When life makes me feel like running…I find more reasons to walk.”
“I love more than I hate…I create more then I destroy…
When sorrow touches my life…I try to find more reasons for joy.”
"It’s not always an easy journey…riding on Fate’s wings…
but I try to find more reasons to dance…and look for more reasons to sing.”
“I think of each day more as an adventure and less an arduous climb.
where I’m on the lookout for more love,
more joy and more happiness…one day at a time.”
“Finally I play more than I work…and I’m always looking for a way
To discover more love and happiness today…than if found yesterday.”
Living to be 100…is indeed special…when I think about it I’m amazed..
but it is less about the number days I’ve lived…
and more about how I’ve lived those days…
A word I hate
Bringing me down
Can't stop the nightmares
Dragging me by the hair
Everything that terrifies me
From trauma still fresh
Ghosts of over two years ago
Haunt me even now
I wish I could forget
Just how bad those 18 years were
Knives stabbing into my heart
Loss I can't even explain
Mother who abandoned
Never to be seen again
On the lookout because of paranoia
Potential threats that are always behind
Questioning everything
Running from the horrors
Still coming for me at all times
They want carnage once again
Underwater I try to breathe
Volumes of water I inhale
X's on my forearms
You can see all my scars
Zealous energy I no longer have
Title:
Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?
(A lone voice whispers)
In the beginning
Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin
Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth
Seeking The Meaning of Sin
To clandestine dark places where
Angels
Without harps
Profusely lambast and
Sing
Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises
Seduced by Mistresses and Masters
Of Seductions
By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes
And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood
By a select few
Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously
Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs
Always on the lookout for engagements
A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release
Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid
From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine
As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse
Approaches with such devious guile
Heralding a new divine invasion
Of your own United Nations
So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh
Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins
Of old encounters and embraces
Of its sensuous
Flesh
Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of deep personal histories
Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed
Still seemingly held in check
By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods
But still always courageously
Praying silently to the skies
Trying to save
Your soul
Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down
To intercede
Copyright John Duffy
You need me because
I have my own spanners,
And I am always on the lookout for loose nuts,
I also know where the best bolt holes are.
You need me because
I can be that spanner in the works,
When vested interests take over the floor,
And others head for the door.
You need me because,
I graduated from the University of life,
When my parents were on the faculty,
And took that responsibility seriously.
You need me because I have lived long enough,
To learn from my mistakes,
I have few vested interests,
Now that I am semi-retired.
You need me because,
I know how to cut through red tape,
Have the time to stay on hold,
Until it is my turn to speak up.
You need me because,
I know the consequences when loose nuts go unnoticed,
When there is no one with a spanner in sight,
And all work grinds to a halt.
The beacons of Caribbean ray
Made sunlight spins across this hot day
The heat arrives again between lush trees
Shedding their plump clothes leaves.
With dangling fruits on the branches
Bikes dance fluently around the hills.
Up through little towns and even villages
Part of the parishes looks like dishes.
Summer in jamaica wearing a grin
with flashes of torrential rain falling
Pools of water lay by the roadside
beneath the stream, a mist strode
Humidity blots out my vision
To the crystal crisp breaching ocean
Yellow bird in a cloud of immaculate stature
Swirl on the lookout for higher architecture
My pulse beat like a watch tower
Excitement racing over into the shore
Summer in jamaica raises the temperature
Into the high mosquito ceiling
Oxygen tight and drowning
Been married three times, - on the lookout for number four
If your hubby meets 'Miss Yo-Yo knickers' it may be outright war
She’s always up for some bedroom action
Like a bee finds a flower its a fatal attraction
Her leather jeans cover her pure white thighs
What lies in between them she never denies
Her purple negligee skims just above her waist
Men are quick to remove it with very great haste
Guys are dazzled by her outstanding beauty
She’s like Beyonce when she shakes her booty
Sadly like a butterfly she flits from man to man
Looking for passion wherever she can
But she can never be trusted to be faithful
If she meets your hubby it could be fatal
So Miss Yo-Yo knickers find someone who isn’t taken
Or his marriage vows may be forsaken
Jan Allison
16th May 2014