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My name is Bozo, the neighbourhood clown
Spreading happiness, a clown of renown
There's too many bad things happening now
So smile and giggle, no frowns are allowed
Us guys weren't born to mumble and grumble
So stand on your head or go for a tumble
Roll over and over, spin like a top
Jump up and start singing bout red lollipops
Hey you over there! Yes, you in the back
You're not joining in, let out a big quack
Get up and start dancing, make Bozo smile
In the happiness race, you'll win by a mile
Now just one more thing before I must go
For all you kiddies, advice you should know
Always be nice and kind every day
So Bozo will smile and send love your way!
©Jack Ellison 2012
I have watched them in their ceaseless task,
Their fruitless task,
That consumes them so,
They who were once the level-headed ones,
Now going rounded in circles,
In an effort to make their straight lines,
And prove that Life can be fair,
If only they can get the playing field level.
My face is starting to turn blue,
As I tell them, over, and over again,
That it can't be done.
I do wish they would stop,
As the more they try to make it level,
The harder the field is to play on,
And the more unfair life seems to become.
They started out using picks and shovels,
And when that didn't work,
They bought in the diggers,
They even tried blasting it smooth,
But when they left the field for a while,
I thought we might be able to tidy it up enough for game.
That was until we got the news that they had been elected to Office
And had started passing health and safety laws,
To keep us off the field until they make it safe.
I think it is time we took some measures of our own,
And sent them back to school,
To relearn what they seem to have forgot,
That they should allow for the curvature of the earth,
And settle for a field that is not quite level,
At half time we can always change ends to make life almost fair,
And accept the odd curved ball as the price we pay for living,
In this world that is almost but not quite round.
I took umbrage over a comment in a current blog, in part stating that poetry, "... is a battlefield..." No. There should be no gauntlets thrown, no darts hurled, and no negative words hurled as if Poetry Soup is a battlefield. I was motivated to write...
Over and over again, blogs become a wallowing hole
where ugliness brews contempt and always takes a toll
on those who are trying to make a simple observation.
Someone takes offense and that provokes confrontation
by a tadpole who'll be a frog and not Prince Charming.
Ya know... the narcissistic type who think it's alarming
that they're ideas are not accepted by others on the site.
Then, it's "Katie, bar the door" and get ready for a fight!
Pollywogs keep swimming in rippling waters of the Soup,
where they take a dump, but don't think of it as 'Poop.'
Blogs are sandboxes where nasty words become litter.
Catty remarks are made by the arrogant and the bitter.
Not surprising, the same ones cut up with their mocking.
It's the same MO they use when they come a knocking...
knocking on new blog doors and causing a ruckus inside.
That's crossing a line that no one should ever take in stride.
Some abuse blogs, as if they're churches or synagogues.
If any part of Poetry Soup should go, it should be the Blogs.
Not as some redundantly claim, should be poetry contests...
Objected to by rallying sponsors and poets in fervid protests.
Blogs serve as playgrounds but break all schoolyard rules
when some can't stop themselves from acting like fools.
There's fighting and tugs of war... never for a good cause.
Gettin' tough over trivial stuff puts a pinch in their drawers.
For gosh sake, act like adults instead of flakes and nuts.
There's never and excuse for acting like a rattlepated putz.
Dear Hunger Games,
You guided me through year six wishing me good fate,
My odds were not in my favor back then,
But the tune of deep in the meadow brought me joy over and over again,
You distracted me from all the words of hate.
You let me swim in a see,
You helped me withstand the Arena called middle school,
In which Careers rule,
Dreaming of running to district 13 being free.
You taught me to take care of my little duck,
You taught me to find my flame,
In life´s game.
You helped me make me own luck.
May my odds ever
Be in my
Favor
I forget to do things every now and then.
Claim I will be there over and over again.
But I'll wake up, but sleep past the alarm chime.
So I wake up later, and say "Maybe next time."
So I meet the same people, with new plans agreed upon by us all.
But It's basically a sequel, their plane lands without me in Nepal.
I keep saying I'll do this or I'll do that,
Knowing for a fact that I won't even act.
I feel better whenever I say "I can do it later."
But the time never comes for me to be greater.
Life's too short to not do things for yourself.
Yet too open for you to be unable to help.
So don't try to look for an excuse to be late.
Instead look at it as a chance for an escape.
Escape from comfort by exploring the unknown.
Maybe from your life at work, school, or at home.
Explore what you never thought you could.
Live life how you never thought you would.
Is doing what you always do really worth your time?
Do you want to have regrets 30 years down the line?
If you want my advice, just live in the moment.
If you make a sacrifice, make sure you own it.
They asked if they could borrow Titsy for a space cat ad.
I thought he might like it, being a first time cat dad.
These whining mewing kittens were driving us both mad.
So I agreed to let them have him for their astronaut ad.
Titsy kept thanking me over and over for the chance to be a star.
I did not mind at all, could not wait to run out to the car.
Let’s go out for lunch after the photos are taken, I suggest.
He was glad to think of it, and did not in any way protest.
Tina, the wife of the cat litter kingdom was miffed to say the least.
I would make a better model, she argued, a bit of a jealous beast.
We’ll bring you back a treat, I promised, maybe some fine cat nip.
I forgot that as a lactating mom, she dare not put that sip upon her lip.
Titsy was given nip so his eyes looked wildly large and over wide.
He loved being the center of attention with a space ship by his side.
Let’s never go back, he said. And we both laughed until we cried.
Knowing Tina would hunt us down and kill us though; no way to hide.
So we stopped at the diner and had tenderloins, we two.
We talked about our days of bachelorhood, before Tina. We were goo.
We wrapped up the left overs and headed back home to the wives.
We had promised forever to them, so we shared a side of fries.
When I don't understand I look to you for words to speak,
And every time it brings me to my knees,
What I cannot describe yet know inside,
Leaving me speechless, making me cry,
Do I need an explanation or validation,
What if it is just love without expectation,
You brought me here in this place,
To create that freedom and space,
And so I live to know, and know to live,
And I repeat this process over and over again,
My heart is drawn into your love and there are no words to describe,
And it is only by being shown with time living out my life,
Step by step... piece by piece,
Creating a picture my eyes can't yet fully see,
But I hear you say it will be beautiful over and over again,
And I trust what you say to me I will see in the end,
At that very moment all the pain and agony I cast aside,
You interject with your words and I feel peace inside,
What have you to be sad about, rejoice, rejoice;
What do you have to be mad about, rejoice, rejoice, and rejoice?
Stop wallowing in your gloom;
Open up your hearts and give some room;
To the comforter He’s for you;
You haven’t been through nothing yet;
Rejoice in the Lord always, always;
Over and over again;
Rejoice in the Lord Always and always and always;
Don’t sit in doubt, don’t moan and bout;
Tell Jesus what’s it’s all about;
Shout-
Shout—
Help me Lord Jesus
What do you have to be mad about, rejoice, rejoice, and rejoice?
Stop wallowing in your gloom;
Open up your hearts and give some room;
To the comforter He’s for you;
You haven’t been through nothing yet;
Rejoice in the Lord always, always;
Over and over again;
Rejoice in the Lord always, always;
I will say it again and again and again…
Rejoice in the Lord always, always
When you’re down, rejoice
When you’re fine, rejoice
When you’re blessed, rejoice
Caught in your mess, rejoice
On your sick bed, rejoice
Do what the good Lord says…
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, and rejoice
I say and again rejoice-Hallelujah
8/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
-Philippians 4:4
Even when people intentionally do,
I will look at it as God working through,
You take me, Lord, where you want me to be,
Having faith through circumstances for my eyes to see,
We can blame society over and over again,
For all the disfunctional things we can't understand,
We can pick and prod and point fingers all day,
We can push the blame and say they caused all our pain,
But here is the truth underneath all that disfunction,
Is that God will use anything for our hearts reconstruction,
the road blocks are merely a sign to slow down,
a construction of our reflection to what we have found,
of how to be, and how not to be,
teaching us all constantly,
when we forget, these are reminders,
it is Gods way of removing our blinders,
sometimes this must happen over and over,
to practice our hearts and keep us in motion,
in a society were we so easily forget,
when distractions detour us, he reminds us again,
pulling our hearts back to him to see how were being,
revealing his love through his eyes we are seeing.
I’ve missed you so. . .
In my scurrying about, I reach another end
Of a dry throat, and a parched mind
I am panting, because I haven’t yet stopped
I write on, and I am still running…
Out of fruit, out of novelty, out of time
I’ve missed you so. . .
And more so as I sink into the life I must shape
Into the soul that must always and forever create
The truths that you teach
And the heart that you gave
I’ve missed you so. . .
For you are genuine light on a body of stagnant truth
I wish I could move like you,
Without a gleam of doubt,
Without that quick gulp of air
Which I have convinced myself I need before I go in again
Over and over and over again!
I’ve missed you so. . .
We meet so briefly in this time-warped sector
How these hands mean to clasp on
As to never move from your comforts again
To let the worry rot
And bloom into all that it is not