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If there's one thing to remember as you travel life's highway
We're all made of the same stuff
Bones, skin, hair, and smashing good looks
Oops sorry, not everyone is blessed with good looks like this dude
Mummy and Daddy's genes combined
For an extraordinarily handsome specimen of male virility
Had to fight the girlies off with a big stick
I know, I know, shouldn't be complaining... right!!!
Some of us just have to endure these minor inconveniences
Hollywood movie stars have much the same “problems”
Have to admit, at first it was very flattering
But that soon wore off and it's now quite a nuisance
Having to sign autographs every time I step outside the door
Guess it's the price us over the top handsome folks have to pay
For the adulation of the adoring throngs
You may ask, “IS THIS GUY SMOKIN' UP?”
Sure sounds kinda whacked out to me, I must say!
Aww! But he's got such a sweet heart
Hang on, hang on, I'll soon be back to my humble self again
I'm sorry... it ain't easy being humble you know!
My tongue is planted firmly in my cheek!
© Jack Ellison 2014
How to Find the Shop
A whispered map for the bold, the broken, and the slightly curious.
--A cryptic guide for those who seek the odd, the magical, and the mildly cursed.
Read at your own risk.
Side effects may include wonder, confusion, and spontaneous teleportation.
It won't be there when you're looking.
But it might be
when you're lost.
Look for a door between bookstores--
one that blinks
and breathes.
Its doorknob may feel like bone
or a melted spoon,
depending on your mood.
Ignore the “Closed Forever” sign.
It's just for the faint of heart.
Step inside.
Yes, it will smell like burnt sugar, wet moss, and something
you loved in a past life.
That’s normal.
The walls shift. Don’t panic.
They’re just shy.
The shopkeeper will appear eventually--
a shadow with a crooked grin
and a name you’ve almost remembered once in a dream.
Do not ask for discounts.
Do not touch the orb labeled “Oops.”
Do not feed the candle.
But do browse.
Take your time.
The items may choose you.
When you leave,
you won’t know how you found it--
only that it found you.
And the catalog in your pocket
now has a new page
you don’t remember writing.
Gives that “you just found the secret code” energy.
MysticMisfits Product Line™
Coming soon to a dimension near you…
or already hiding in your junk drawer.
Got to put writing aside for a bit
Need to get the bookwork done
The taxman is waiting
He wants the numbers
With dollar signs in front
He doesn't care that he's taking me away
From my love of words
He just wants me to be done
By a certain day
So he can take my money....
I usually enjoy doing bookwork
It's a task I don't find dreary
Exercising brain muscles
But my mind can't stay focussed
Stray thoughts meander
Coming between columns of figures
Addition, multiplication, subtraction
Division, percentages and totals
Have flown away to the other side of the universe
Grab the nearest piece of paper
Pen in hand and start writing frantically
...OOPS...
Back to figuring again
Where was I?
Trying to keep my brain on a leash
But like a creek in a downpour
It runs everywhere but where it's meant to
A flash of a word
That's what I was looking for!
A whole new verse scrambles through my brain
Scrawling it onto paper as quick as I can
I WILL get the bookwork done
Eventually...
I have a cold right now... all stuffed up and cranky
Like all men, I'm a baby and just need some cuddling
“Email cuddling” is good too
Saying things like, “Aw sweetie, wish I could stroke you!”
Or, “There, there, momma will make you feel better!”
Stroking is good... but it sometimes takes hours
Actually I'd rather be stroked by the ladies
But in a pinch, guys can do the job too
Only thing is, some are not very gentle and their beards are rough
Oops! Where was I going with that???
So my bottom line is this
Feel free to send your “email cuddles” to yours truly
I will be forever grateful and return the favour when needed
Thank you all in advance for your concern!
HEY STROKE IM STILL HERE
RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
06/01/2019
You thought you had me on that
Hazy, hot, humid Houston day.
August 11, 2015 was a peaceful
Tuesday till you came.
I had paid for some technical training
Class was going well.
HEY STROKE I’M STILL HERE!
First you made me feel sluggish
But I studied through that night.
The next morning you took my speech
Then I knew what you were.
It was about 10:00 AM.
To hospital I headed in a strange city.
HEY STROKE I’M STILL HERE!
Two hours latter I’m admitted
And then you start taking
My left arm and leg
That was a bit much.
Make him so he can’t speak, walk or write.
The challenge was set.
HEY STROKE I’M STILL HERE!
That left only thing for you.
Humiliate me in front of wife,
And the hospital staff.
One night turned into nine.
I kept my humor and my soul
In fact they got stronger
HEY STROKE I’M STILL HERE!
Then you showed me you
Would be around for awhile.
Oh yeah trying to catch a flight
With that storm and the delays.
Finally the plane dragging my left leg
Down 19 rows as everyone watched.
HEY STROKE I’M STILL HERE!
Once rehab started you were an afterthought.
At this point you were done.
But the Evil One took over.
You were bad attacking my flesh.
But the Evil One wanted my soul.
What a joke that was.
HEY EVIL ONE I’M STILL HERE!
Evil One tried to get my wife.
But our relationship became stronger.
My flesh learned to walk again.
My flesh learned to climb steps again.
I learned to shower again.
Then I could write again, messy as before.
HEY EVIL ONE I’M STILL HERE!
The Evil One tried to
Come between me and God
Oops that stopped immediately
As that spot was taken by Christ.
Plus I now have more time.
To read and appreciate The Word.
HEY EVIL ONE I’M STILL HERE!
Oh the flesh has a little weakness
It will come since you have gone.
Fatigue, nothing a good nap can’t fix.
Now I do new things
Replacing the old.
I enjoy life and appreciate the simple
HEY STROKE AND THE EVIL ONE
I’M STILL HERE!
Now nowhere near
Dazzle dream dear
Oops options oil
Boom blanching boils
Prize pretty pace
Symbols steer space
Query quaint quest
Feel flashy fest
Rich ripples rouse
Bright blessings browse
See setting sun
Play precious pun
Touch tensile truth
Ply puzzle proof
Use umpteen urge
Seek spiral surge
Voice vibrant verge
Mingle meek merge
Work wise words well
Thrill tasty tell
eXpress eXtra
Count clear contra
Yield yesterday yes
List laughter less
Zoom zany zest
Jazzy joy jests
Leon Enriquez
14 September 2017
Singapore
Elastic stretches bit by bit, around your thick dimension
Lets you wiggle, if you're pudgy, from too much fudge retention
A second portion...now, you're ecstatic....Alas, you've licked the kettle!
Should I tattle or meddle much, or call for intervention?
Thus, your middle may need attention, is it a time for fudge redemption?
I hope you won't judge my good intentions, or hold a grudge.... OOPS!
Caught by chance, I wear stretch pants!! Your fudge tastes quite fantastic!!
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9/24/13 For Andrea's "Seven" Contest
TO WRITE LIKE YOU
May be one day I can write
like others and then like you.
First must learn poetry forms that exist.
Oops, so many why I get so confused,
which of these ones Emile used will I choose?
Rhyming’s my favorite, it
keeps my aging mind alert.
Tried Free Verse, this one ran away from me!
Haiku, tell you the truth no way can do!
Seven-Ten, is a new style I’m trying,
if said, "not afraid" lying!
“Lord I Pantoum You”, was quite
a nice surprise, because my poem won!
My first Pantoum, won a golden first place.
So this time I think I'll try something new,
Quatrain, sonnet, acrostic,
Tall-rhyme, this one I’m not sure?
Does that mean my rhymes falls in the realm of,
short, squatty, thin, long, again I'm not sure?
Rispetto, sounds like a type of pasta.
Seven-Ten at last did write,
quite challenging, I must say!
The pendulum jumps back and forth
I wonder if it ever gets bored
Really such a regular sight
Once to the left, twice to the right
What if I clobber it, with a hammer
Might stop the perpetual stammer
Slash it’s face, with a knife
Scar the second hand for life
Look at me, I’m never gonna stop
Oh you will, when my axe, takes a pop
Always moving, forever in time
Out of the blue, let’s off a chime
Go away! pick on someone else
That smokey candle, upon the shelf
Give me a scissor, I’ll snip its wick
Drink the hot wax, until I’m sick
They didn’t give me any pills today
Sometimes takes these voices away
Cannot control, demons in my head
Locked in an asylum, strapped to a bed
Tube down my throat, getting forced fed
Were not feeding you! oops enough said
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
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9/11/2021
They say gone are the flowers
Along with the romance.
As for talk it doesn't exist. Oops! There goes
Another hour.
They lost loves magic power.
Did they really forget how to dance?
They say gone are the flowers.
Their life is so sour
Neither one will take a one word chance?
As for talk it doesn't exist. Oops! There goes
Another hour.
In their relationship he's always been the one
Who is dour
And had dominance.
They say gone are the flowers
From the bowers
He shows his annoyance.
As for talk it doesn't exist. Oops! There goes
Another hour.
They act like they are prisoners in a tower.
That need deliverance.
They say gone are the flowers
As for talk it doesn't exist. Oops! There goes
Another hour.