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Today we celebrate our Veterans, it’s a day to formally address
and thank the veterans for the freedoms we Americans possess.
Our veterans are inextricably linked with our freedom…
ensuring our freedom is what all Veteran’s do
If you have ever doubted this…let me spell it out for you.
Freedom should be VALUED in this or any land
It is the right of every individual...something to demand.
Freedom, true freedom, when all is said and done
is not meant for just a few…it is meant for EVERYONE.
Freedom should be TREASURED and universally embraced…
It should never be taken for granted…dishonored or erased.
Freedom, as Abe Lincoln knew, is the last best hope on EARTH
It is one of the dreams we we pray for at the bedside of each birth.
Freedom must RADIATE from each of us, it’s a song the world must sing
from every church bell in the land…freedom should always ring.
Freedom derives from ACTION and should be the goal of you and me
that our actions help every person in this world say with confidence, “I am free.”
And though many of us in this country know freedom and feel blessed
we must remember NONE of us is truly free when others are oppressed.
Finally freedom is SPIRITUAL, it truly make a person whole
when the freedom in their heart matches the freedom in their soul.
But once our veteran’s ensure our freedom…once our freedom has been gained
It’s up to us to honor them…to show their fight was not in vain.
Because freedom hangs by a tenuous thread…as many with freedom have forgot…
and either everyone on Earth is free…or everyone is not.
So we pray for the day people everywhere will come and go as they please
that they’ll be afforded the ability to travel around the world with ease.
And as we honor and thank our Veterans today…
we pray for the day we will see
A world where everyone in every corner of this planet
is safe…secure…and free
Bums are funny, I don't know why
giggling 'til I nearly cry-
Silly nicknames are so much fun
like tuchis, tail, rump or buns
Some are dainty, sweet or cutesy
like heinie, cheeks, and petootsie
Timid hinting at their meanings
“back-end”, “behind”... backward leanings
While some are spunky, full of sass
like keister, bum, or tush, (or ass)
Posterior and derriere
both spell it out with quite a flair!
But buttocks, butt, or plain “backside”
bare it all- with nothing to hide
Haunches, hindquarters, can or seat
the list goes on without repeat...
Rear-ends, bottoms, duffs, full moons
all leave me laughing like a loon!
Beholder…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How many times we have heard it so
But as the sadness drains the warmth and I grow colder
I turn right, then left, but have nowhere that I can go…
So once again I retreat within, within the shadow of the night where I am not seen…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How many times has the cliche proven true
And as confidence fades away, the days pass as I grow older
Looking ahead I now see what I need to do…
Incapable, I cannot escape the fear of the failures in my life…
So I retreat within, within the shadow of the night,
Where I cannot be seen….
…I close my eyes to digest all that I have seen
I filter through the mire so the picture is crystal clean,
I try to spell it out in rhyme, in the hopes someone will see
And put an end to this eternal misery….
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Isn’t that the way the story is supposed to go
But as light gives way to darkness, and the night is growing colder
I see in my own heart what it is that I have to show….
That the beauty is in the eye…
The eye of the beholder.
Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I felt I nailed it; Prof agreed
(or so it would appear)...
I think I wrote convincingly -
"Winter is not my cup of tea,
it casts its bread upon the sea,
my saddest time of year.
I call a halt, enough's enough!
I clench my fist and call her bluff,
and frankly, speaking off the cuff
I wished summer were here.
"Dog days of summer make me smile
when, grinning like a crocodile,
my smiles are wider than the Nile -
Elysian Days with you.
With bated breath, I'd greet the moon
and croon you some soft summer tune
until that wretched day in June
when you dealt me a blow.
"My love, you had me on cloud nine,
now casting pearls before the swine,
you ran into his arms, not mine;
my baptism by fire.
You left me there sadder than sad;
there may be balm in Gilead,
but you left me stark, raving mad,
about to go haywire.
"To add insult to injury
you said I barked up the wrong tree
and so I sailed on glassy sea
I hope I'm not too vague,
or should I spell it out for you?
In light of your foul witch's brew
I should do as the Romans do:
avoid you like the plague!"
Thus it went on, emotions raw.
I hoped my prof would be in awe -
My last line was the coup de grace:
I know this, too, shall pass.
My gentle prof, he had his ways
of pointing out my bland clichés:
"You do enjoy a well-worn phrase!"
I learned a lot that class.
// Reminiscing on my patient Creative Writing professor indicating my over-reliance on tired phrases //
written 16 Aug 2020
She was definitely dumping him
All she needed was the right opportunity
It was like that song
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Now just to get it through to him
You’re crap in the sack Jack
If only you were more like Stan
What a man
Or even Gus
Though, you do have a lot in common with Gus
You always go by bus
God, you’re so last year
Out on your ear
Okay, maybe that was a bit severe
Need a new plan
I’m just going to tell you straight
Before it’s too late
Don't come on all coy
There's something I have to tell you
It's about me and Roy
I’m having his boy
I know what you’re going to say
What happened to Lee
Let me see
It started on the bus
Him and Gus
I don’t want to discuss
Okay, well Stan caught them
Do I need to spell it out
Stan said they were all like brothers
Now it seems like those two are lovers
Stan was devastated
I mean, was that in the plan
Anyway, Roy told him about us
Which was fatal for you and Gus
When the driver braked
Driving the bus
Stan no more
So I end this letter
Missing you Jack
Such a young age to leave
Just turned fifty, lover.
I know it's hard... for you to turn the
page, especially when you don't
want this chapter to end it's more
love than hate, you can't do what
you undid the present is here and
that means that the past was late no
need for me to spell it out or
abbreviate, no resuscitation just
elevation, let it elevate you priorities
comes first and she don't even have
a clue, so...what do you do when the
one you love and you are on
different paths, that leads to a home
divided y'all do the math, step up to
the mound like a pitcher a man
putting his kids first now that's a true
religion so if she can't understand
that I don't know what to tell you,
except how you gonna cross the
finish line together when y'all on
different levels
Took my last dime
like you stole
my last heart before it hit the ground
Crook thief is what you are
you claim you my best friend
More like a copy cat
When I look in the mirror it's like
I' am looking at another reflection of a twin
Crooked thief
Crooked thief
Crooked thief
I broke bread with you
I shared my moments with you
even introduce you to my family and friends
I can't even turn my back without
worrying that you will stab me in the back again
I pulled out the last straw and this one was short
So more like it's time to cut you off
Crooked thief
Crooked thief
Crooked thief
you got to go if you don't understand
I will spell it out for you
CUT OFF
Don't need you in my life
Tired of standing up for you
every time
when you do wrong
its seem like I' am always
the one standing in the cold
covering up for all your lies
No more
Only blood begin shed here
is mine
You cut
You leave
I 'am running out of bandages to cover up these cuts and bruises
No more of me caught in your lies
I' am cutting you off
I' am moving on
So take this last advice
You cut off
I don't need a crooked thief in my life
This is their moment
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins
The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s
Serene and pristine,
O, look how they are giving their all to you.
We are one they proudly say
but your hand is the one bent like clay
at the expense of putting on this charade.
You comforted them for their loss
Though their arms were folded when you lost your heart
I did my all, and I've given my best
I made them who they are, o how I'm blessed
How perfect
how right
how just
These lines read with sureness and might
Bravo
Bravo
how deep shall this go
Your fate lurks in the darkest corners
There you will find your:
Trauma responses
Fight or flight
Trust issues that sing aloud
Worthless, characters,
Keep your makeup up on
The show is not done.
The script is read, how dramatic indeed
Her part is played with vigor and feist.
With the roll of a dice, all are against her
but the sword welded came from her
Nameless game,
Adjectives should do
here let me spell it out for you
Weak,
Smug,
pathetic,
Delusional
you're no longer you, but what they think of you
This house is their stage, let the act begin
A wonderful family they say.
as they step over the sharp edges of bloodied mirrors
that scatter on the inside of our feeble bodies.
That mercilessly cut at our heels, we are forever
nails against chalkboards that go unnoticed
We are the thousand shallow graves that were dug without names
O how we give and give
and they take and take
Justify, manipulate, and cast the blame.
You've taken their hits,
Felt their pain,
comforted their sorrows
but what have you gained
Fake appreciations,
Blind assumptions
Degraded and in pain
Serpents venom spat
back at you.
If hate were a color this world
would not be blue
But only if they knew
that dancing among the rain, to hide our tears
The red was never from allergies
Curtains go down
applaud,
smile,
Encore
Encore
The Oscar for best pretender goes to...
YOU
1) Any form – I am usually not fond of prose
2) 10 line minimum, 50 Line Max
3) No Names
4) No poems from any of my previous contests
5) Poems uploaded to PS on 10.07.15 or earlier
6) Avoid Homophone errors *
7) Avoid Cliches *
8) Correct spelling *
1)Yeah, I know that's how it goes
2)The guy don't like no proses
3)and 9 lines, he tells me ain't enough
4)He says don't write my name, but he knows it all the same
5)and my past poems I guess were kinda rough
6)Now I'm a bit confused, homophones I can't abuse !
7)This poem must be written last week ?
8)A cliche comes to mind, and I can spell it out in sign
9)But if I do I think he's gonna freak
Thanks Rob for the inspiration---you know I'm just kidding, LOL
Love is indeed a very short word
Four little letters spell it out
But those letters can mean a lifetime
Of joy, there's absolutely no doubt
Sure you've heard this many times
It makes the world go round
The reason we create this aura about us
In spite of the ups and downs
The male is supposedly the dominant one
But that's when we hunted for food
Now the ladies seem to be running things
Using sex to control our moods
Works each time though we surely know
Her tactics are to encourage fidelity
We fall each time for that moment sublime
When we lose all sense of reality
© Jack Ellison 2013