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If only I can tell you how I feel, would things change? (Laugh-friends??)
Will my broke heart heal, or will it continue to die? Would you care?
Will I still be your honey bear,sweetie-bear,cutie bear, baby-bear or even a friend? If I can let you see would you feel my pain?
And let you see to understand. Would you step up to the plate and be a man?!?
Or will you continue this little childish game?
And see what you put me through each and every single day.
And if I can let you hear the pain, would you listen? Would your love dry my tears?
Yes there is a saying; saying trade shoes:
But we wouldn’t because you wouldn’t be able to handle what I go through every day!
You might get up and quench, and shake!
But then I wonder if I can tell you would you even listen?
Next thing you know I have a snotty attitude saying: I dint want to talk, or have no
dealings with you anymore!! But again I can’t because the love I feel for you is true.
That’s why I can continue to say If only you knew
Form:
blood sweat and tears leave
no stone unturned move heaven
and earth pull your weight
go to great lengths make
a supreme effort bust a
gut and go all out
give it everything
you’ve got burning desire
step up to the plate
fire in the belly
spur on drive someone get the
ball rolling take pains
take the bull by the
horns jump on the bandwagon
and pull your socks up
eager beaver stay
the course give it your all throw
yourself into it
keep your eye on the
prize light a fire underneath and
pull out all the stops
roll up your sleeves bite
the bullet and pushing the
envelope spur on
The world's been in the dumpster forever
An intolerable state of affairs
Isn't it about time we changed our ways
It's badly in need of repairs
Let's start a pact to end our disputes
Some think it's beyond possibility
Need somebody to step up to the plate
Us humans have great adaptability
Think I just heard a scoff or two
Now that's been a part of the problem
If we all just put aside our differences
We'd be much more able to solve them
Probably sound like a big ole know-it-all
To me, it just makes common sense
Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind
Must do something in any event
The Temptation of St Anthony
I entered the desert,
took a vow not to speak
Lucifer’s here too, hoping
silent men grow weak
My path seemed so straight
but quickly became oblique
I question whether it is I
that fetishise the bleak
The fish sang in bass tones,
dirges I once knew
A trapped fiend plucked strings
from a hamstrung canoe
The joyful decapitated
are half man half shrew
As laughter echoes from whalebone
prisons, meant to subdue
Beasts around the table
chant a satanic grace
I saw my own face
in the filth they embrace
Physicality beckons
in this unholy place
I pray what I've seen
my mind can efface
I avert my eyes
to remain true and just
From helping hands
that will morph and disgust
I’m not paranoid although
filling with lust
Some gifts look divine,
served by demons I distrust
Deities fawn and
confess their obsessions
Say they’ll absolve me
of any transgressions
I’m losing my will and
might make concessions
God be with the days,
I had my own possessions
As the churches crumble
the habits reveal
Is a sin still a sin
if you know it’s not real
If this is right, I’ve done
no wrong to appeal
I’m out on my feet,
but not ready to kneel
Even the heavens are tainted
with monsters that float
Their droppings rain down,
but I tighten my coat
Hunching to dodge scythes
that fixate on my throat
Focus past pain
to salvation so remote
Calm amidst chaos
is my weary repose
Rock bottom cannot
inflict any more woes
Right now it appears
as if anything goes
Should I step up to the plate
or keep on my toes
I’ve stooped low in thought
but never in deed
I’ll rise to full height
and in good faith be freed
After all, what’s a hellscape
unless you take the lead
I’m not yet a saint,
just planting the seed
I’ve long left the desert,
beatified in name
People believed me broken,
and can now heal the lame
I found peace in tortured
mind, I battled to tame
Wrested truth by devotion,
exposed lies within shame.
The Reality
As I look around, all I see is that
A storm has struck the ground;
And it's causing havoc all around.
Major issues within our country,
Like the officers that were meant to protect us,
Are too busy trying to judge us.
The innocent fall empty handed,
To a gun in the protector’s hand.
Due to prejudice, an officer responsible
Can get off with little consequence.
Now let’s look at the world of politics.
I understand that we all have different opinions
And that’s a good thing.
However, that doesn’t mean
We have the right to point fingers and criticize.
We say “United We Stand”,
Yet we have two parties with opposite plans.
President Lincoln said;
“A nation divided against itself cannot stand.”
The time has come for the kingdom to come to life.
Step up to the plate and take a leap of faith,
Be a catalyst for change, like a hurricane.
Rebuild a nation from the root
And lay down a kingdom foundation.
Start at the heart of the problem,
And work for a solution;
That will spark the kingdom revolution.
We need to call in Handy Manny,
And maybe Bob the Builder can lend a hand.
Spread his word like a virus
Praying that others find it,
The treasure worth seeking, a life worth living,
A father worthy of our reflection.
Rebuild our nation for the king,
Wake us up from a night time dream.
Some may see us as sleepers,
But our father calls us dreamers,
And we’re just now realizing
Our role in his kingdom.
Friend, you think you’ve fallen
into the bowels of an endless abyss.
Trust that it will not be infinitely dark
and you will find a way to survive this.
Live through every moment of your grief as you must.
It will somehow make you stronger.
This is a test you must complete:
no instructions, no shortcuts, no quick fixes.
You’re stronger than you think because
you’ll be there for those who count on you.
You’ll find the strength to step up to the plate
and know the right things to do.
There’s a give and take to life,
a time when you must be ready to let go.
Weave your sorrow into the fabric of your days.
Courage is the cape you wear for invincibility.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
It takes a lot of courage
for a man to ask you out
It takes a lot of courage
and our heart goes on the line
yet do not drag your feet my friend
but take a leap of faith
take the chance to ask her out
don't waste your time with doubt
We dream of love
we seek it's need
we see it written
in our dreams
with envy look around you
and feel the dreams you miss
a simple step not taken
can leave you in this mess
don't let your fear control your life
but step up to the plate
accept what fate has written
what ever is your fate
Sometimes we ask the answer
a hard resounding no
sometimes we ask the answer
will be the dreams we share
We have a right to ask my friend
she has the right to answer
she has a right to rule her life
respect is gained with what we know
Sometimes in life we dream about
a girl that's just not into you
sometimes in life we dream about
a girl that loves you for yourself
The simple fact my little friend
their's someone waiting in the end
their's someone, in this world of joy
that see's you as thier loving boy
don't waste your time on anger
don't waste your time on wrong
but simply take a roving look
and find your love an open book
If she dreams another man
then yes it's time to walk
don't waste your time on anger
become the better man
and find a life worth living
the future's in your hands
there's someone out thier waiting
go build a better plan
To many take the path that's wrong
and hurt the one's they loved
in grief their anger builds from pain
and hurts the one they loved today
but if they simply walked away
they'd live to love another day
yes pain from loss will be your friend
but you will make it in the end
Though my eyes are sleepy and it's very late
There's always one more thought to convey
Of love and peace and harmony in the world
A wish for world peace every day
Of love and friendship from country to country
A world without territorial obsession
Each and every human is a product of evolution
Ridiculous we've never learned that lesson
I'm not the first and I surely won't be the last
To express this frustration with things
A product of untold years of confrontation
And the terrible consequences it brings
My soap box is getting so battered and worn
I'll keep trying though from where I stand
To do what I can though it's small in nature
To get everybody to walk hand in hand
A bigger stage would certainly be welcome
That's highly unlikely in this state
It seems so simple but so utterly complex
Someone must step up to the plate
© Jack Ellison 2013
A "Real Man"
Written By: D. Collins 3/26/17
We’re all sub-standard to hear women tell it.
With no emotions, low-down, mean, and jealous.
We should provide them with funds to feed their kids.
Step up to the plate, and get their hair did.
Paying child support, a car note, and all his bills.
Makes a “Real Man” with unblemished skills.
He raises his daughter all by himself.
Never seeking assistance from anyone else.
He puts in the work to keep his son alive.
Teaching him the ropes, and how to survive.
A “Real Man” shows his children nothing but love.
No different than what a strong, woman does.
He bears the brunt, and even takes the bullet.
Ten times over, that’s just how he would do it.
Even sharing the love with those who aren’t his.
That’s what a “Real Man” does, and always did.
So here we go again my friends
A bunch more time has passed
Will the coming year be any closer
To a world at peace than the last?
I highly doubt it dearest ones
That's not the way it works
We think we're making progress
But we have the same old quirks
Perhaps if enough of you fine folks
Step up and sign a petition
I'll take it to our glorious leaders
And explain to them our mission
To see world peace within our time
Where nations put down their arms
For the common good of all mankind
Not another human harmed
You may call me a silly dreamer
Been called that name before
We all gotta step up to the plate
Or we'll just continue with wars
Probably don't have a chance in hell
Of changing a blessed thing
But at least let's make a real effort
So the bells of freedom may ring