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Everything in life
Came easy to me.
That all changed
When I got my own family.
Dirty diapers, late night feedings
& so much crying.
It was spiritually, mentally
& physically trying.
I'd do it all again
That was the best time
Of my life.
I was a husband, a father
With kids & a wife.
It felt good to hold my child
He always smiled, when I did.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Damn I love that kid.
I spoiled him rotten
He was my pride & joy.
Then God & my wife blessed me again
She bore me another boy.
My wife enjoyed watching me
Play with my sons.
She said, you are a terrible hubby
But as a dad, you're number one.
She already had children
Before we met.
I raised them as my own
I love them all, I have no regrets.
I'd pray every night
Thanking God for blessing me.
With this beautiful wife &
My perfect family.
Her (our) daughter is so bright.
She's gifted, smart.
She has a beautiful spirit
She has her mother's caring heart.
Her (our) oldest son is a
Mama's Boy & that ain't a bad thing.
Mess with his mama
& watch the drama he would bring.
Her (our) middle child
Is cool & laid back.
He's going to be a heart breaker
That is a fact.
Her (our) younger child
He is so smart & oh so clever.
He has a special place
In my heart, I'll cherish him forever.
Her (our) youngest child
Is always happy, like he's floating on a cloud
He's always doing something, to make his mother & I proud.
My (our) oldest daughter
Is an adult, with children of her own.
We (I) wasn't there for her
She had to do it alone.
I miss all my children dearly
This is a pain I didn't know that could exist.
It hurts to longer be with them.
My life was perfect when I was with them
Believe me they are missed.
This separation from them
Is unbareable as hell.
I hope & pray each night
That my children are doing well.
Whatever wrong I did to deserve this
I know I had to have overpaid that debt.
This as low as I ever been
To lose my children is my biggest regret.
I try to move forward
But it's hard to stand tall.
LaToya, Buffie, Jaloni, Larry, Jimmy & Joshua
I LOVE YOU ALL.
They are void--
On empty- without
Emotions or compassion...
We keep feeding them with ours-
They take greedily-slurping
The foam off the tops
Of life's abundance.
Pretending;To feel something.
They interrupt your life with
An emergency-
Always exaggerating...
This or that-
Grand-standing then
withering
Like a Christmas flower -
Nerve wracking.
Get you all caught up-
Like a fire spitting dragon
They have nowhere for
Their souls to reside.
So they often change
Bandwagons
Like a concerned
Mother cat they drop
Their problems off instinctively-
To the ones whom appear to be
vulnerable and underexposed.
He assigns his burdens
Out like kittens-
With a reverse
entitlement
As we are to be
Grateful we were
Chosen to adopt
One of his problems
He is programmed to
Say "mam"--- A lot, as if
This makes-the deal
Official
like some
Overpaid C.E.O
Executive who
Has no intention
On solving problems
Or reimbursing
Your stolen money.
So void -so empty -
So pitiable are
These empty souls.
Today I am not
Feeling charitable
Please find someone else
To adopt your kittens.
And your wayward soul.
Everyone has a good old time,
they're written in songs, they're written in rhyme
they have their own days or have their own season
and none of those guys get more applause
than that fat old dude called Santa Clause!
Jack Frost is praised for nothing more
than leaving his artwork on windows and doors,
and the boogeyman gets accolades
for scarin' the hell outa Suzy and Dave.
I can't get busy with my petty labors
'til the Sandman goes and does me a favor.
They're all guys and all overrated - overpaid,
over loved, like that rabbit I dated,
and what do I get for a nighttime of chores
but a sack full of teeth and not a thing more.
Well, none of 'em will think it's so freakin' funny
when they find what I've done with that damn Easter Bunny!
Signed, The Tooth Fairy
When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free
He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me
He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could
For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good
He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right
They think profit is the devil, and he was fighting the good fight
But doctors must be paid, and nurses, drug makers too
When the government runs it all, will you kill when you can't sue?
Britain has national care, there the docs are underpaid
Patients don't get seen on time, whistleblowers are afraid
50 thousand wrong deaths each year, at least death is free
Anyone can murder, but that way lies anarchy.
Brian was a farm boy, then Valedictorian, then a CPA
Became an overpaid CEO, but isn't rising the American way?
He helped disabled kids compete, stayed a regular guy
But a rich Ivy League kid decided he must die.
When Covid came, Brian offered to distribute funds for free
Some see profit over people but doesn't seem that way to me.
It may be rad and cool to cheer, maybe they feel authentic and real
But some of us just see murder, and a wound that will fester, never heal.
There are problems with our health care, most of us agree
But if you think it's expensive now, just wait until its free
Systems that tried to replace profit, slaughtered millions, quite bizarre
I never understood how hypocritical radical leftists are.
If you come across the border, you get free care in the E.R.
Our hospitals go broke, because idealists went too far
Medicaid won't pay full costs, that causes bankruptcy too
And yes, our insurance system makes no sense, it needs a big redo.
No doctor can cure this revealed sickness in the air
Only 33 percent of youth say the killing was unfair
If you live by abstractions, you won't see wrong from right
A world that cheers on murder cannot claim the moral height.
Now another bird. My poem for those who, in a period of uprisings or vice, and want to depart with light heart and cheer.
Nymphea and Hymen! I see the tree of Hymen gleaming in the night, my heart holds fast to the seeds of the dream. Also Mars, that beautiful ant of war, I wish a cause to fight for; but love flies more far, and at least we may win through Cupid’s dart, which is a virtue.
So now, Charles Lamb, and Alfred Tennyson, and Leigh Hunt, and Robert Southey, there are three people whose poems are much overpaid. But, as a matter of fact, an independent mind (as mine) may be defended against such a charge, for with my poem in the Thistle, now our rightful equal, I fancy I speak, there is even room for Tennyson.
As for the man who wrote the Lamb’s Reclining; if he were to appear before me, I should feel obliged to speak. The world may as well own the Lamb’s as own him not. He cannot help that. But that I should call him truer than true -- ss a proud privilege, and one which If I were to exploit unwisely, would tarnish the honor of true poets.
Other poems:
Among my compositions not read (i shall not waste my limited time) were a couple of portraits:
sketches of myself, as thou wishest me, of a madman and an old man; and now I say, that if I died this evening upon the ground, without tears nor regret.
:: 10.21.2021 ::
Losing with Grace.....
Baseball players know how to play
their game and move on.
When they lose, they lose.
They don't talk of collusion, or who
stole bases and worse..
To call in the Fed to play the game of Farcical Illusions,
They move on to the next game.
It is not a federal crime.
The players need to go to DC and explain this plain fact to
some of our elected dummies.
To the overpaid ,selfish snobs of
this country.
I do mean only those sitting on their
arses for 40 years.
No, sorry, we all need to ask God,
A better question.
Is it OK to steal from men who work,
that their well earned money must
go to the poor.
America is far from third world nation,
We don't need a Robin Hood to run
this country.
America will not be a socialist nation.
Nor do we need a panel of angry fools,
To paint Americans as Foolish ghouls.
Take a poor person into your house, why
don't you?
Offer them your soap, your towels and
the use of your food, money and home.
To me, that's real Christianity.
In CA, people live on the streets on
purpose, it's far more money for them
that way.
Plus welfare, Snap cards and free health
care, too.
And selling dope behind McDonald's too.
Poor?? My rear!
Not to mention the monies collected,
on which no taxes will they pay.
People know how to play the poor game
here, remarkably, too well.
It's called, "Beating the system."
In the USA today there are more jobs
than people.
Yet, people choose to live in tents, it's
cheap and easier than work.
Let the other Americans, go make
money ~ the jerks!
The poor here do know it's sheer honey.
In my city, there's a homeless man on
a horse.
Any rational being can figure out what
it costs to feed a horse.
One can't be poor and provide adequate
health care,for an animal and himself
I feel sorry for that horse living outside.
His master is not sick nor old nor poor.
And I don't live in a crumbling town
in a third world nation.
Just people living on chosen, victim hood,
Eternal, extended....juvenile vacations.
Panagiota Romios
April 23,2019
1:45pm PST
Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a love drape upon me.
With warm cup of Joe and yes,
writing poetry that sings of life,
not strife!
Not one ear of mine for doomsday
sayers.
Who love predicting our coming end.
Go look out your window, do!
Do you see millions of dead?
Is an iceberg in your yard, over
your head?
That's the vision the media wants
you to retain.
A planet filled with floods, fires
and incurable pain.
Their latest is the pandemic scare,
hello?
Get your flu shot, the drug
companies see you are a cash cow.
"Come down to the pharmacy,get your
flu shot," they hawk now!
Ah, media, I love your theatrics!
As evil as the snake in Eden was.
How crazy are your prancing antics!
Such pitiful, feigned hypocrisy.
Negative, overpaid, lying donkeys!
Methinks Panagiota dislikes phony
news.
Very true, very true!
News should be on one night a year.
Imagine how free your mind would be.
Not overloaded by the mongrels of
flotsom and jetson chicanery.
September 20, 2019
Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
It happened to me yesterday
By this highfalutin dermatologist
Who's definitely overpaid
Appeared to me his only concern
Was how many souls he could see
To help him choose between a Jaguar
A Mercedes or an SUV
This may sound a bit cynical
But what else am I to surmise
Spent a minute and a half in total
Discussing the rash on my thighs
His 4 hour days must be oh so gruelling
As his golf buddies patiently wait
Only 43 patients to rush out the door
Before once again joining his mates
So did I get at least some satisfaction?
Well he told me my problem was age
His advice, “just suck it up, mister”
Now you know why I'm so enraged
Ever been given the “bum's rush”?
My blood has boiled over the top
Where did their code of ethics go
I'm disgusted with the whole damn lot!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the cost of their own demise
Because we no longer just let it lye
So once again we try to send our cries to Washington
Hoping they will not fall on deaf eyes
When people plug into the few systems on which we rely
To prevent any more of our teachers or students from having to die
That leaves so many families devastated asking why
Our Governments plan ends with nothing but a lie
Social media and reporting these troubled teens actions
Should never have been put aside
While Congress takes a free ride
Gun control so widely divided among our lawmakers
That seems to be a bunch of overpaid fakers
That is supposed to be the movers and shakers
For the American people who elect them to office
So much gun violence in our schools and streets
Have parents demanding answers while Congress retreats
From the president to the FBI should be held accountable
When public awareness is so high
American people won't tolerate any more of their attempted tries
We need them to set their agenda's aside to hear the families cries
I say this to open up with my own silence
To deal with all the headlines about the rise of school violence
We need our governments promise they will decide
These kinds of actions will no longer be allowed to backslide
Or be put on the back burner to let ride
Or accountability in our elected officials will just have to rise
In the public's eyes that will cut them down to size
To elect a government willing and wise hearing America's cries