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Now why didn't I do this years ago
Lost a bunch and feel a hundred times better
Obsessed with eating? A resounding yes
Never followed any plan to the letter
Then one day fifteen months ago
The skies cleared and I saw a bright light
It signalled if you don't smarten up
Your soul will be taking the next flight
I'm sure not ready to cash in my chips
Literally scared the poop outta me
So I bit the bullet and stuck to a system
Can now say it's easier to breathe
Bottom line is, the more you put in
Stands to reason the body stores the excess
It was blimp time at this old guy's house
Now I'd even look good in a dress
Now don't go reading stuff into that line
Just a phrase so try to settle down
With these bulging muscles and great physique
Sure wouldn't look good in a gown
“Now this silliness has really got to stop
Can't you be serious sometimes?”
That's asking a lot from this old jester dude
I'll try hard... I hope I don't go blind!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Off to school in morning dark,
Passing through the village park.
Caught the light at Hill and Main.
Crossed the tracks before the train.
Past the houses and the stores,
Up the hill and through the doors.
Sat in silence, row by row,
Watched the clock tick, slow by slow.
Heard the bell ring in the hall,
What I learned I can’t recall.
Made my way back down the hill.
Steps on sidewalk echo still.
If you step upon a crack,
Sure to break your mother’s back.
Turned the corner at our street,
Thoughts of learning in retreat.
Years have come and years have gone,
Boy inside me lingers on.
There at once looms a lethal disease
Across the globe begins to breeze
Taking its toll on the old and young
Flings the whole world into unease
Danger impending, little chance to duck
Everyone ruffled, nervous, and in shock
Afraid of others, chary to mingle
Damning this pouring pestilent ill luck
Panicked public storm the stores
Grabbing disinfectants in scores
Masks are scarce, so is alcohol
Unmasked la-di-das behave like boors
Some authorities use all their might
To appease people’s pains and plight
Some tell big lies to their people
And are too dark to light the night
On the up-and-up, working nonstop
Medical staff always on the hop
Risking their lives, wasting their limbs
To save thousands in rescue op
It was the plague in the days of yore
That mercilessly killed of rich and poor
Now Covid 19 seems to reign supreme
In scaring man maybe even more
Yet this too shall pass thanks to the mettle
Of all the scientists who will not settle
Until they ascertain the proper cure
And take off man’s side, this biting nettle
But worries won’t cease. Only, they change
They’re so diverse and broad in range
Global, national, personal, or what?
Momentous, petty, or even strange!
Sculpt then pure joy as feelings surge,
Learn to enjoy the curious urge.
Merge with the way and chase your dream,
Take steps today to chart your scheme.
One by one then the music curls,
Your soul knows when to fling fond furls.
Salute the sun and brave the rain,
In the long run you attract gain.
Failure just means a time for change,
Who dares must win with focal range.
Rise when you fall and check your stores,
Accept life's gall and try once more.
The way to win is to persist,
Thoughts once unseen time can't resist.
Be quick to smile and journey well,
The way you style sculpts how you dwell.
Leon Enriquez
24 March 2016
Singapore
The Domed Teapot Movie Team stores
good running electrical engineering supplies for
the apprentice vape tester stationed
for training with other code guy
system connectors near the
erectifying rainbow falls of
Mr. Mojo's Old City
WHEREAS(S)
the Eccentric Frontier Goldmine Foundation State has
discovered a recent reference model indicating that
the Eclectic Ghoul Aid Company has failed the
combined skating/scooter/car/bike and
forest river vehicle acid test (though they
did oddly OVER_perform with
dirty toothbrushes while on
motorcycles)
ALL OF WITCH LEAVES US WITH
an Elected Peach Boutique Box Collection of
shadow games and chic cottage band
energies perfectly suited to the
Enneagram Test Cook's home decor
NUT TO MENTION (MUNCH ON?)
the elliptically concentric doctor of the
Goon Power Kingdom where
mad duke predicament bosses are
obsessed with my contraption wheel
drop way of UNDER_thinking the
biased fallacy of self-data camera
set collectors viewing the erect or
oral bored college process that
involves repairing old farts for
recyling at flea markets.
Sometimes in a store I browse
And other times I buy.
It all depends on what they’ve got
That might just catch my eye.
And even if I fall in love,
An item might not make it
For if I can’t display it,
There’s no reason I should take it.
Today, 3 times that happened -
Two with posters, one sans frame.
I just don’t have the wall space
So I couldn’t stake my claim.
The last, a set of tumblers,
Painted with assorted eyes,
Turned the concept of “eye glasses”
Into such a fun surprise.
Still, I had to stop and ponder
If the joke was worth the price
And I came to the conclusion
That the mem’ry would suffice.
Yet I also made 2 purchases-
Some clothing and a gift
Which, along with pumpkin ice cream,
Gave my day a welcome lift.
When you hang around the mountains long enough
you find them…In-groups of three or more….
Sitting around tables in restaurants or coffee shops
standing together outside of gas stations and stores.
They’re known as the ‘old timers’ and I imagine they’ve been meeting up for years
swapping stories about their families…
their wishes, their hopes, their dreams…their fears.
Sharing with each other their opinions on everything under the sky…
willing to share those opinions with anybody who happens to pass by.
If you’re lucky enough to listen in…
you might just learn something you didn’t know..
Like how the amount of rain we have in August…
determines how many days in winter it will snow.
You might hear little gems old timer’s lips will spawn
Like…if it get’s any hotter I’ll take off stuff I really ought to keep on.
But if you listen closely…listen past the words they say…
past whatever knowledge or folklore they are sharing…
you see old timers basking in the warmth friendship…
you see goodwill, harmony and caring.
It’s why I’ll sit at a table near old timers in a restaurant…
as a new day’s about to begin…
or when I see them out side a store…I’ll stop nearby and listen in….
It’s why I’ll eat my breakfast slowly…I’ll pause or halt my walk…
because it’s not so much what the old timers are saying
I just love to hear the talk.
"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow
Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee
These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree
The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores
I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack
A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....
First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"
#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
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"About This Poem"
Beneath the fragile veneer of
our daily masquerade,
An architecture haunting
persists in the psychological
shade.
We inter our ancient,
clandestine transgressions
deep,
Within ossuaries of the
subconscious where quiet
terrors creep.
These metaphorical
calcified,
Are the ossified remnants of
truths we stubbornly denied.
They rattle rhythmically
against the ribcage of the
mind,
An inescapable orchestration
of what we left behind.
No external necromancy
commands this skeletal
dance;
It is a self- inflicted, perpetual
psychic trance.
We drape them in
magnificent fabrics of
elaborate deceit,
Yet the bony configuration
remains forever incomplete.
Every unspoken sorrow
becomes a pristine, ivory rib,
Forged in the somber quiet
of memory's cold crib.
The cranium stores the
echoes of a phantom, bitter
cry,
A monument to every
magnificent, protective lie.
We carry this
Phantasmagoric anatomy
through the crowd,
Wrapped tightly in a silent,
invisible shroud.
Still, these pale architecture-
keepers refuse to fully
decay,
Demanding their structural
tribute at the closing of the
day.
They are framework of
our resilience, though born
of regret,
A subterranean scaffolding
we can never quite forget.
Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on the buzz where their joint venture, their central office, was located.
Quite often hoards of people of all age groups hung out, shrieked with joy, abandon, near the hazy plume cafe.
They were snacking and sharing purchases.
There was rainbow signage to the left of this group promoting all the companies within Renee, and Albert’s brief.
The name of their company was Hereafter Unlimited.
Close and “trustworthy” friends formed this postgraduate 7 person cluster which later evolved into quite a
mind-bogglingly complex concern.
Hair-raising hubs were hatched.
Geniuses one and all created one matrix after another of sequential self-financing companies.
Ideas among them spread like avalanches.
Songs and puns were sung.
They had “flames” or “wildfire” intensity at their fingertips.
They were at the mercy of their own brilliance.
Their aim was to bring countryside joys into every nook and cranny in their chosen capital.
There were bookstores, clubs, restaurants and other outlets named after the multifaceted rustic charms that obsessed them.
Each outlet had a communal dining area to draw in clientele.
The underlying idea behind all these shops, stores, stations
was to have a magnetic pull.
Havens, an escape hatch that would leave an out of this world impression on the visitor.
From energetic background music to kaleidoscopic screens, to elaborately sculpted tables, mahogany tint chairs, azure blue halo moon menus, kid zones in high jinx.
Cascade after cascade of hue swirls in tandem with jubilant dance trope very much in evidence.
A magic merry go round motif underpinned each inventive hub.
Once savoured, never forgotten.
Festivity a frequent festoon, mouth watering smorgasbord without rein running riot.
The element of surprise, key and kernel to atmospheres that thrived on visionary continuum