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My apologies

My apologies for making something so small into something so big
My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions 
My apologies 
I love you so much 
You can push my buttons on cue
What else can I do?
I overreact and I push your buttons 
I don’t want to but I love you 
I believe in you 
I might not show it in the exact way you want but I’m head over heels for you
I said the things I said
I did the things I did but make no mistake 
You’re the only man I want in my bed
My apologies for loving you so hard 
It’s all I know 
I love hard or I don’t love at all 
My apologies for my ways
I’ll take you on any day 
I don’t care what anyone says 
My apologies for hurting you


Inner Core Still Intact

Every day I wake up with my inner core still intact,
And that is an established fact, 
So, I seldom worry about that, 
Even when I take off my hat,
Or decide to pick up a bat.

I don't know what makes it so,
I only know it can take quite a blow,
Though the outer core may start to glow,
And burn marks start to show
My inner core is still good to go. 

It is still a mystery to me,
Why others cannot say the same,
And find it hard to stay in the game,
Which is I think is quite a shame.

Contact with friends helps strengthen my inner core
Of this I am sure,
A joke or two seems to please it some more,
The right food to the fore,
Helps the core,
To do more,
A good night's sleep reduces the chances of stress on the core,
And although children are quite a chore,
They tell us when we are in danger of becoming a bore,
And we need to go out the door,
To learn once more to explore,
To Lower the temperature in the inner core.

Every day I awake with my inner core still intact,
I know I must have shown some tact,
Failed to overreact,
And others did not decide how I should act.

Though every day I give thanks that my inner core is intact,
And I am glad to do that,
There is one thing I don't know for a fact,
Does it live under my hat?
Or if I take off my shirt,
Will I find it resides inside my heart?
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Discouraging the Gossips and Rumormongers

I am confused by the rumors,
but give them no meaty merit
For I have not yet spoken to the source
I always go to the person and ask them if it is true

Please do not try to bother me
For I have learned the secrets of an instigator
When you say “I don’t know whether to tell you this”
it means I probably do not want to hear it.

Sometimes I say “please do not tell me”
But your goal is to rile me, and you tell me anyway
I do not react or overreact, because I do not want you to have power

Thus, you go away to bother others.
Rarely coming back to me.
It is my secret way of discouraging the gossips
and the rumormongers, and it works for me.
Form: Narrative

My apologies

My apologies for making something so small into something so big
My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions 
My apologies 
I love you so much 
You can push my buttons on cue
What else can I do?
I overreact and I push your buttons 
I don’t want to but I love you 
I believe in you 
I might not show it in the exact way you want but I’m head over heels for you
I said the things I said
I did the things I did but make no mistake 
You’re the only man I want in my bed
My apologies for loving you so hard 
It’s all I know 
I love hard or I don’t love at all 
My apologies for my ways
I’ll take you on any day 
I don’t care what anyone says 
My apologies for hurting you

Lance Defeats the Matriarchy, Part Iii

...The outcome of this didn't come overnight,
but soon folks noticed an increase in fights,
a spate of new inventions, new and improved,
flush of music and literature new.

A jump in the birth rate as alpha males
resumed their eternal chase for fresh tail,
and women hungering for just such guys,
it took the authorities by surprise.

And as with Covid, they did overreact,
they did not want masculinity back,
cried of ‘toxic men,’ and ‘much work to do,’
and doubled-down pushing their point-of-view.

But by now all the conspiracy claims
started to make sense, and some did proclaim
that this chemical was real, and a threat,
but the state wasn’t ready to quit yet.

They’d put so much effort into their schemes,
to force people into utopian dreams,
they went looking to see what had gone wrong,
and why their fancy chemical was gone.

They found the microbe that young Lance had made,
few words could capture their impotent hate,
the damage was done, they could not stop it,
instead they fumed and looked for the culprit.

It took several years, but the FBI
tracked Lance to the cabin, found him inside,
but Lance wasn’t stupid, he’d planned for this,
he wanted the trail, did not resist.

The trial was streamed, and Lance testified
of the chemical and government lies,
the state countered this, and claimed he was mad,
but the world was out, things were getting bad.

Half of the species had been drugged for years,
countless angry men roused governments fears,
they locked Lance up for the ‘rest of his days,’
he stayed in prison, while outside things raged.

The world that emerged was changed from before,
though there’s no need to relive that horror,
but for Lance, locked up for freeing all men…
Ten years later he was made president.

Won 95% of the male vote…
Form: Epic


Some People Feel Owed A Favour

Used to be a team player 
Took a protective stance 
Learned they were advantage takers 
as only I advanced
There I was lending my ear 
left talking to myself 
yet again I’m seeing clear 
I have nobody else 

All the things I’d do for others
are never done for me 
yet still they would mutter 
we all act mutually 
Telling me we were brothers 
and valued equally 
Oh I’m touched (sarcastic) flutters 
knowing I’ve only me 

what’s a friend who doesn’t give 
and then deserves a favour
talks of a life they do not live 
and paints their friends a failure 

To self centred for a chat 
they simply say don’t worry 
make out you overreact 
silenced in a hurry 

Or they’ll label you a liar 
talking for attention 
laugh and say you’re desperate dire 
mocking your fabrication 

Expecting others show interest 
when they’ve something to say 
simple things that cause them stress 
they speak of everyday 

They’ll tell the world that they are selfless 
always giving their time and wisdom 
how every friend they have is hopeless 
needing help with each decision 
and how they cannot give away
as much as they have given 
when they are suffering today 
wore out by all their giving 

The hero seeking sympathy 
who gives so much to others 
even when they make believe 
these stories of what suffers 
as they have a desperate need 
the validation heroes offer 
but now for once selfishly 
the hero runs for cover 

Aren’t they just a worn out angel 
with friends that don’t deserve them 
sad pathetic lying scoundrels 
tolerated though a burden 
without ever appearing thankful 
taking all they’re given 
for you must be so truly mental 
if you believe this angels vision 

Never trust the person 
who complains they give too much 
be aware you’ve heard them 
sound completely out of touch
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

God Is Real

You think you know it all because you're a scientist.
You make me angry when you say God doesn't exist.
You believe there is no God and you say that it's a scientific fact.
When I become angry, you have the nerve to say that I overreact.
You act so proud of yourself when you say that God isn't real.
God created mankind and he knows more about science than you ever will.
I have a lot more faith in God than I'll ever have in you.
God is real and I don't care that you say it is not true. 
I know that The Lord is real even though he's a supernatural being who I can't see.
Not all scientists are like you, when you say God isn't real, certain scientists disagree.
Everybody will have to answer to God on Judgement Day.
And when that happens, you'll regret the things that you say.
When it comes to talking to you, I won't do it anymore, I'm through.
God does exist and when Judgement Day arrives, you'll know it's true.
Form: Rhyme

Ps News: Christmas Edition

Christmas edition of PS News is out, and here's the scoop
Poets are climbing the rungs of ladders on Poetry Soup 
It's not an easy feat; one to be applauded and praised
instead of opposed, demeaned, or by jealous ones, razed

Why bother looking at lists if you find them to be galling?
Frankly, I find one with such an attitude to be appalling.
Remember that Santa makes lists. Two of them, in fact
and you'll be on top of his naughty list if you overreact

Stop being so gosh darn negative about petty trivialities
We are not alike. We have many different personalities
So stop whining about poets who like to write for contests
You will surely find a lump of coal in your stocking, unless...
Form: Rhyme

Blessed Husband and Dad

I'm most grateful dad in this world.
Blessed with a wife 2 boys and 3 girls.
They brought meaning to my life.
I could not ask for a better wife.
Whenever I were feeling down.
God would send one of you around.
Forgive me for the times I'd overreact.
I wish someway I could get them back.
I am human just like you.
And not proud of all I say and do.
You can lay all money on this bet.
Not one of you do I regret.
Don't know how much time God has for me.
But you all make my heart so very happy.
When I come to the end of my time.
I'm grateful to say, thank you for being mine!
Don't ever dwell on the things we've blown.
Ask God for forgiveness and help you move on!
Come to my Facebook page anytime or day.
To see in words what my heart wants to say!
I Love You All!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Bump In the Road

Family life is not always smooth
There's often bumps in the road
Eventually they tend to sort themselves out
But sometimes it's a heavier load

Feelings run deep, they cut like a knife
Small differences complicate things
We're misunderstood, we overreact
Send out arrows and slings

If only us guys would say what we mean
And always mean what we say
We'd know exactly where each other stood
Instead of stumbling on our way

Guess we're talking about human nature
Seems we're all a bit guilty at times
It all comes back to our basic sensitivity
As for love we constantly pine

  

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

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