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no time to take the scenic route we're always moving apace
no time to stop and smell the roses nor see the wonders of this place
we're too stubborn to go out of our way
always in a hurry every minute of every day
people are very reluctant to come out of their comfort zones
for of their careful plans they don't want a monkey wrench thrown
but God sometimes desires that of our comfort zones we break out
for there may be a blessing waiting if we take an alternate route
Zaccheus, the main tax collector was a man with great wealth
who went out of his way to restore his spiritual health
he was a man of little stature and for him people had distain
as he was tall with power and status from the wealth he had obtained
but Jesus the Christ, the Son of Man looked beyond Zaccheus' possessions
He saw inside Zaccheus' heart and discerned the reasons for his transgressions
Zaccheus was so eager to see God's progeny
he ran ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree
Zaccheus was a lost soul who had a desire to be found
willing to repent and atone in order to stand on higher ground
willing to refund and rebate to any and all from whom he had stole
willing to reciprocate God's generosity at a measure four-fold
now completely transformed he became a new creation in Christ
no longer lost but to have found a new purpose in life
so be like Jesus and Zaccheus and go out of your way
to help, assist and lift up anyone who's in crisis from day to day
as Christians we need to step out of the boat and our comfort zones
and be a part of the Great Commission by helping God recognize lost souls
but for the grace of God that might be me or you
for it was by God's saving grace that you yourself were pulled through
so take a little step towards Jesus and embrace Him as your Savior
He in turn will take a giant step and fill you with godly behavior
so go out of your way and be a help to your fellow man
spread the wealth, love and abide and like Jesus stretch out your hands
Three months ago, I never had any thoughts
About, love, loving someone, or being in love,
They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
? C. JoyBell C.
If I was to tell you that I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter
No one would believe me, that love struggling to stay afloat.
Perhaps, the rose is here to remind us, of something, we’ve have forgotten
During the summer's months, (like did we stop and smell the roses)? Such cliché indeed)
I never thought of the rose, until two days ago, when I told my friend about
That single rose I uses to get ever 6th of the month:
That too had stopped when our love for each other was dying like the rose:
However, the memory is still here, did I appreciated the rose gestures on the months
Yes, I did, I felt love, I felt the warmth inside.
It seems like I am going to be alone once again for Christmas
But I will think of that single rose,
I will drink my eggnog, and baileys Irish Cream
But will not bake my goose, but I will relive
Past memories, my mistletoe kiss will have to wait,
And disguise my disappointment like a true trooper:
Laughter brings many positive qualities into the world and into human relationships.
I am now seeing, why a laugh, a smile, a body gesture
Can make a person feel so good inside,
When he smiles at me:
And it's because, I open my heart, once again:
If we knew today was our last day…
If we knew tomorrow was the end of our bloom
what would we do
how would we act
what would we say…
and to whom?
Would we sprinkle words of love a little freer
before we pass this way
Would we hold those we love a little tighter
than we held them yesterday?
Would we stop and smell the roses
as we head out your front door…
Would we notice a little more beauty today
than we did the day before?
Would we smile and laugh a little more
Would we sit and watch a river flow
Would we notice the birds and the clouds a little more
than we did a day ago.
And so I wonder…
if there are things we would make it a point to do
before we pass away
So many things we want to say or do
why wait til our last day?
I wear my heart on my sleeve
You’re here with me and I hope you never leave
With this card I pour it all out
My fondness for you there is no doubt
I speak sweet nothings in your ear
Tell you how much I care as I pull you near
You’re my one and only you are mine
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
We should be together forever can’t you see the sign
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
As I write these words I put my heart in every line
I love you and won’t you be my Valentine
I give you flowers and something sweet
To remind you of new love like when people first meet
The fire is still there the passion has grown
You’re a wonderful person and it has shown
You’re the one I want there is no other
In my eye’s the best friend and lover
You’re my one and only you are mine
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
We should be together forever can’t you see the sign
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
As I write these words I put my heart in every line
I love you and won’t you be my Valentine
So stop and smell the roses and taste some chocolate
Let me give you a kiss that you won’t forget
Let’s take some time and set our selves free
And know in your heart you’re the best part of me
I’ve looked into your heart and seen what you’re made of
I want you forever and you have all of my love
You’re my one and only you are mine
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
We should be together forever can’t you see the sign
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
As I write these words I put my heart in every line
I love you won’t you be my Valentine
My flower lies within, a sight that few have seen.
Protected and hidden by sharp thorns and leaves of green.
An innocence ripped away at a very early age.
My flower's locked away in a cold and lonely cage.
Pain and loneliness now partnered with a lost child’s soul.
A broken heart now pleading to once again be whole.
Looks can be deceiving a flower hidden forever be.
Most will see just thorns never looking in to truly see.
It dwells within the darkness overlooked and locked away.
Living without light, in my dreams it does gently sway.
Maybe the day will come when my hidden cage is found.
I hope true love’s key will set me free from the pain that surrounds.
This land has many flowers some of their beauty is hard to see.
Many eyes and many beholders, from sea to shining sea.
Beauty is seen by all, but noticed by just a few.
Stop and smell the roses, may their beauty see you through.
*The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest*
7-7-20
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift.
And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
So stop and smell the roses, feed the soul, soothe the heart.
A new day has dawned and with it a new start.
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
When the magic spell is broken and the fog begins to lift. And the heat of the day breaks through and clarity is no longer adrift.
The damp quickly dries and the light erases doubt.
No longer in the comforting mist things are so clear they shout.
It takes a while to exit that mist when it's rose colored glasses you wear.
And it's grief you experience because even so you still care.
And so you turn your face to the shining sun
and let it evaporate those tears that rain down
You never planned for this day, that love could go away
You never planned for this day, that love could die on on the vine
You never planned for this day, that love could be temporal
because in your heart your love was divine
The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way
I hear the children laugh and wish I was that care free
If only there was some way I could see what they see
The children take the time to stop and smell the roses
There is always a solution to the problems life poses
A world of wonder,the many possibilities,and surprise
Care free and curious with the look in children's eyes
That says all of those wheels are turning in their head
And their imagination that is out of this world as well
They'll keep trying no matter how many times they fell
We all try teach them right from wrong or things to do
But in the end they end up teaching: us a lesson or two
Speeding along life's highway
With the scenery flashing by
Must stop and smell the roses
There's more than meets the eye
We miss the tiny intricacies
Subtleties that mean so much
Life's delightful wee treasures
The warmth of a babies touch
A gentle breeze at daybreak
Welcoming a brand new day
Puffy white billowy clouds
Trees as they swing and sway
Life's a highway, enjoy the ride
The end comes far too soon
As you look for it's hidden meaning
You reach life's final swoon
Reflecting back over the years
Of the good times and the bad
You realize it's been a blast my friends
Thankful for the life you've had
With heartaches and some sorrows
To get through it all unscathed
Is nothing short of a miracle
In your memories you're left to bathe
Speeding along life's highway
With the scenery flashing by
Must stop and smell the roses
There's more than meets the eye
We miss the tiny intricacies
Subtleties that mean so much
Life's delightful wee treasures
The warmth of a babies touch
A gentle breeze at daybreak
Welcoming a brand new day
Puffy white billowy clouds
Trees as they swing and sway
Life's a highway, enjoy the ride
The end comes far too soon
As you look for it's hidden meaning
You reach life's final swoon
Reflecting back over the years
Of the good times and the bad
You realize it's been a blast my friends
Thankful for the life you've had
With heartaches and some sorrows
To get through it all unscathed
Is nothing short of a miracle
In your memories you're left to bathe
© Jack Ellison 2012