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Have you ever been in a musical show?
I have done some, so this is how I know.
They first hooked me when I was in high school,
but stage fright made me feel the fool.
So, I began on the backstage crew,
Oh the things we had to do.
Painting sets and handling props,
sometimes I wished I was a farmer harvesting crops.
Dressing all in black the day of the show
moving sets in the dark so no one would know.
We did some things that only a crew can do
I'll try to list a few here for you.
For example, during the "King and I",
There is a tearful scene with a Buddha to cry.
Since our Buddha was a person who spoke to Tuptim,
We did all in our power to get a laugh out of him.
Two of us moved his pedestal onstage,
his scene was to be all the rage.
We had to hide below his pedestal for his soliloquy,
So we tried to crack him up for all to see.
I worked behind the scenes again, for "My Fair Lady",
Some of the things we did there were also shady.
Professor Higgins takes a big drink in one scene
so we decided to pull one of our pranks on him.
The bottle he poured from was usually filled with ginger ale,
when we switched it to the real stuff he turned pale.
He could barely speak the next few lines
and was off key in his song the next time.
The classic we pulled was in "The Unsinkable Molly Brown",
our prank was the talk of the town.
If you don't know the story let me enlighten you
because then you may get a laugh or two.
Molly is aboard the Titanic's first trip
and the scene has to deal with the sinking of the ship.
We had a lifeboat with people on stage with waves across the floor,
she gets their attention by firing several shots in the air.
During the final dress rehearsal before show night
we knew this scene would be just right.
The Titanic sinking in the background, the waves, the lifeboat,
Molly pulls her pistol, raises it to the sky, and began to shoot.
The auditorium goes silent as the people raise their eyes to her to engage,
When a rubber duck came flying from the wings and landed on stage.
You never saw a director as mad as that
if she had a gun she would have blown off your hat.
"Who did that? Who did that?" was all she could say,
as the stage crew just laughed as we went on our way.
I finally got the nerve to perform in some shows later on,
But for now...this is just an introduction.
If you are in the support bubble
You can go out not being considered trouble
Whining and dining
No worries for fining
But what happens if your relationship is declining
Could you end up behind bars due to not having the right timing?
Getting rejected holding a bottle of wine
And stuttering an embarressing first line
It is the holiday when we celebrate the banker
But what about the lonely wanker
Desperately needing an honest shot to thank her
Surely this is not the right way
Instead we are supposed to say
Welcome here, enjoy the stay
A viral infection has us under control
Our health threatened by a nasty cold
Social lives are under fire
Partying being investigated and inquired
Do not answer the RSVP bathroom flyer
It could be a trap
Sending you to a 14 day quarantine nap
In greedy tradition
Fulfill this bah humbug mission
Sitting all alone
Bitterness tone
Count the money
Saved since there is no one in life who you call honey
Arriving soon those Dickens’ ghosts
Corona they drank during last St Paddy’s toast
Telling you stay home you are not going to roast
In evil’s oven
Enjoying friendly loving
Hopefully, when the disease run its course
Vaccinating the source
We may come together
Enjoy the festive weather
When greeting the season
Peacefully reminding us there is a reason
For vanity
And humanity
Flirting underneath mistletoe candy
Good reddens to all
Enjoying community communication fall
Putting up this ugly wall
Stronger will abide by the Bobbies law
Peacefully dealing with this powerful destructive call
Eventually leading to a civil war
Terrible tension rooted in its core
Talk first
Let the social bubble burst
Introduce oneself to a stranger
Then maybe plenty rooms will be available at the warm manger
Fields and fields of corn on the cob
As far as the eye can see
Sweet little niblets of yellow perfection
Tempting little old me
Must admit to this addiction of mine
Coz hiding it makes no sense
My skin's taken on a bright yellow hue
“Corny” jokes I always dispense
For breakfast, lunch and even dinner
It's corn, and corn, and more corn
Thinking of joining “Niblets Anonymous”
Been addicted since I was born
Cute as a button sitting in my highchair
Corn mush all over my face
No telling if I was animal or vegetable
You couldn't even tell my race
Mom cleaned me up and there I was
As sweet as I could be
Mom called me her “Little Corn Niblet”
To my friends, I was “Cornpoke Pete”!
©Jack Ellison 2012
This is a lil tribute for our beautiful 'Ink Empress' as a token of gift, on this special sunrise, as it's her Birthday today ~
She has been the guiding light for my heart and soul, in my darkest phases as she has always been there for me, emotionally, and supported me through everything.. She's the one who pushed me to join PoetrySoup in August, 2023. Dear Ink, I've found a friend in you (which I truly never had), an inspiration too for I'm a fan of your poetry...since always, a mentor who helps me to improve my skills and most importantly - You're my Guardian Fairy Goddess..Thank you so much for your amazing presence in my life... We soupers adore you!!!
As sun's splattered rings,
bestow blessings and
confetti dawns paint
champagne canvases,
she rises beyond
the scents of
cherry Luna,
drizzling like stardust,
painting mangroves
of metaphors.
She's like the mistress
of ink, with her art,
knitting feelings
in raspberry rhymes;
her haloed heartbeats
shall whisper in
poetic brushstrokes
of resilience,
above roaring tides
of 'satanic seas',
as her heart is an
'Ethereal Empress'
painting empathy
when horizons bleed
in pearlescent shine,
midst rosy sunrise.
She's an acrylic
archangel, in her
empire of
pristine poesy.
I want some chicken noodle soup. I find two cans in the pantry and check the expiration dates so I’ll be sure to open the can that will expire the earliest. First can—August 2026. Second can—February 2019. I stare at the second date in disbelief. I look at the date again, as if I can wish it to change. The date doesn’t change. February 2019. I take the expired can and set it aside for ecofriendly disposal. I open the first can and heat up my lunch. M’m! M’m! Good!
Later, I tell my wife about it. “Uhg! Now I’ll have to check the dates on everything” she says as she heads toward the kitchen. “You don’t have to do it now” I offer. “No, I’ve already started.” I smile and nod, happy that she’s so diligent. Less than an hour later she reports that she threw away several items including the salt. “Why did you throw away the salt?” “Because it expired in 2022.” “Did you taste it?” ”No, why would I taste it? It expired,” she says matter-of-factly. I chuckle under my breath.
Hours later I ponder over my personal expiration date. I recently read that the average male in the U.S. lives to 74.8 and the average female lives to 80.2. Since I just turned 70, that’s quite a scary thought. Of course, I also read that a “70-year-old man has a 54% chance to live to 90 if he doesn’t smoke or have diabetes, has healthy weight and blood pressure, and exercises. But cutting out exercises and becoming more sedentary reduces the chances of reaching 90 to 44%.” Meditating on what this might mean for us, I smile and offer a prayer of thanksgiving.
mindful of each day
thankful to the Creator …
soulful chicken soup
With my heart soaring, my bones groan and ache.
Over one's mental and body limits, pain forsakes
Since we all must look inward for our spirit.
An inborn vivacity that throbs with vitality merit.
You can't say I'll go today as—I am still arriving.
Look closely—each day I'm a spring bud thriving.
To sing in my new nest as a small bird with frail wings.
To be a caterpillar within a flower or sapphire in slings.
Regardless of the tides of time, I'm still a kid.
Life-span shadows hampered a merry slid.
Decades of experience heighten life's fears.
I still spoil it, yet it has degraded over the years.
Conflicts may emerge, and hurdles may appear.
But, as free-flying hawks, we soar without fear.
For the might within us is limitless and glorious.
With hope and drudgery, our lives are victorious!
We can overcome the pain and fears we face.
And gather the fortitude to proceed with grace.
Since we have an ideal resolve and limitless spirit.
And we can scale any hill, no matter how tall is it.
The innate liveliness that pulses with every beat.
A vital rhythm that is not in silence or defeat.
Amid the highs and lows, thrill and sorrow.
The heart's music hits on, a steady hollow.
So let's all swing to the eternal heartbeat of life.
Cherish the moment at hand and let pass of strife.
For it is in this dance that we discover our way.
To a life filled with love, guffaws, and endless play.
I pray for my last thoughts to prevail with triumphant bliss, vanquishing regret angst; and verily abounding with thanksgiving for the following:
GOD-ALPHA AND OMEGA of my life: Without* YOU, I’m nothing
since You’re my all-sufficiency and my everything.
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
the Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: truly the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
you exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
how fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
Christ’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith-propelled act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
serving as light and salt by His empowerment, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
you’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear trumpet's sound.
All the Poets in their desire to express their hearts out with passionate zeal
inspiration you are to me by the impact of your dedication-seal.
With such last thoughts reigning along worshipful spirit, surmounting gloom of worthlessness' attacks, I yield to the Sovereign Whom I trust
while ministering by His guidance.
*John 15:5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
April 29, 2021
Ode in couplet form
Dear Mom.
It's been just over 25 years since your passing.
I often think of the time when I and my little family
moved within a couple of blocks from you, and we saw
each other nearly every day for three years, never realizing
that a year later we would be 2000 miles apart. It's unfortunate
that I lived so far away and did not get to see you as often as
I would have liked it.
I will never forget visiting you for the last time 2 years before
your demise and I totally enjoyed our time spent together.
I became more aware of your health issues, and you gave
me a better understanding of my own health. Thank you,
Mom, for always being such a caring mother. I miss you.
Mom, that visit with you made living without you all these
years much more doable. When it came time for me to depart,
you walked out with me. I'm sure there were other waves before
this one, but I don't remember them. But this moment of leaving
you, I can see you waving as I drove off, never realizing it was to
be the last wave.
When I think of you, I never cease to remember the time that
I was a young teen and gave my life completely to God. In some
ways, I had become extreme, a religious fanatic without realizing it.
You were courageous, loving, and sensitive enough to guide me to
a more balanced relationship with The Lord. My eyes are teary as I
think about your gentle touch. It was not a corrective touch. You
were simply being 'Motherly'. Mom, I have greatly appreciated the
way you demonstrated spirituality to me. Thank you, Mom.
When Dad passed, I was only 13. When Grandma died, I was 24.
When The Lord called you home, I was 49. I am very grateful
for the added years that The Lord gave me to spend with such
a lovely and caring mom like you. I love you, Mom.
041523PSCtest, Letter to My Mother. Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Memories of you are
Still whirling around
And blowing a stiff breeze
Forcing me to the ground
I want to stand again
So what if I remember
Or if you do too?
You and I both have
Moved onto the new
2014 meant
Nothing at all
Time to let go
There's more than what I have seen
Goodbye memories
You can't hold me down now that I'm not a teen
I spent last year wasting
So much time with thought
Thoughts of nostalgic
Times that you brought
And I've
Spent so many years
Singing about how you changed everything
I've found what I sought
Time to let go
We've all found our own trails
Farewell mon cheri
Goodbye, and away we sail
Hey my friend,
We haven't
Said a word since the last time
We got drunk
Shared stories
Temptation lying in wait
I saved you
So we say
I say you saved your own self
Either way
Those days are
Over and it's time to move on
Time to let go
Standing on equal ground
Adieu, my past
Onto this path I found
“Adults fear their youths who see through hypocrisy and won’t be silenced. Told to stop disrespectful behavior and not to fight ~ though it’s adults who taught them to stand up for what is right”—Poet
There is a book burning
Nine months since the banning of books,
The politics of fear are rising from minds bent
Into a Muslim camp they are sent
Seventeen-year-old Layla and her parents
detained inside, her boyfriend on the outside
Even though they’re citizens. What does he do?
Comparisons to the Japanese camps in WWII
White supremacy, a chilling coincidence?
Should Muslim Americans fight back for their independence?
Parents struggle just for survival,
under an unscrupulous Director and his guard’s evil revival
What takes place in determent is no mystery
It has already happened in history
Truth is hidden by the dictators
Bullies, cowards crass with words cruel, blustery,
Controlling, sparking fear unfettered, in this story
Freedom is traded for a false quote
Fascists and authoritarians never remote
Our voices will not be silenced
Power to teenage protagonists!
As a high school teacher Samira knows,
Teenagers always speak out to those
Show they have power, fear young hope collectively
Our privilege, use it for what’s bigger than we
Conflicts parents who shield their child to the nth degree
Meanwhile those children have gleaned from their parents
“You raised me to ask questions for injustices and now you shut me down”
Marching encouragement, teenage Idealism, hope
Duty to fight for justice is in wide scope
Youth who gaze toward the future can make a difference
They have perceived corruption in their world
They shall fight with persistence, resistance
Young activist with a desire
Unbridled zeal afire