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I am not going to let this world stress me out anymore because the Lord answers prayers. Recently, I passed away and made it all the way to heaven. This time, I am one of God’s holy angels.
Lord, I need to step out of this world again and find myself a shady tree.
Folks are killing each other for no reason at all. Yesterday, the sun started crying.
because they build those skyscrapers too high in these neighborhoods. Well, I am too scared to go in an elevator downtown. Every time I look up at those skyscraper buildings, my arthritis kicks in. Lord, in the morning, I need a little bit of sunshine on my face. Where is Mama's shady tree?
Every time I pick up the newspaper, I see corruption, violence, and bad news in this world. Mama used to say, “What the world needs now is love, sweet love." Look at these kids bringing guns and knives to school and participating in lock downs instead of lunch breaks. I know some of these kids are spoiled to the core.
Anyway, the kids figure it is more economical to sell drugs than to attend Yale or Princeton.
college. Well, too many video games and all that bling-bling rap music on TV are
destroying their young minds. Look at the young girls having babies and leaving a helpless
and a poor baby in the trash bins for the garbage men to pick up. We have babies making
more babies.
Oh, heavenly Father and sweet Jesus, I need my shady tree to recover from all this mess! Lord, we have too many children ripping and running these streets without fathers at home, providing clothes, food, and shelter.
Cassius, please bring your mama a glass of ice water. Have you heard about the good news, “Jesus is coming back?” Lord, just let me live 999 years, or as long as Moses lived.
Well, I remember, back in the day, whenever I had any troubles in the world, I just went looking for Mama's shady tree. Cassius, please bring Mama her slippers so I can rest these tired old feet.
Now, bless his little soul. Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore because I died and went to heaven.
Don't say you love me unless you do
Claim to love me not
When deep in your heart you know you no longer do
The distance may be far and long
Out of sight should not mean out mind
Break me once and save me from this constant breakdown
Frustrate me once and save me this constant frustration
Disappoint me once and save me this constant disappointment
Please break this heart once and save it from breaking bit by bit
In the name of the gods of all kingdoms
If at any point at your end the love is over
Stress yourself not and save yourself of game playing
Just call it off and let me go
If need be!
ABSOL
Applications are done
Relaxing under the sun
High School tassels distant memory
Senior prom night issues buried
New relationships are the present worry
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry
Acceptance letter was received
From number one school ‘would you believe?’
Leaving the state
New adventures a wait
Sounding exciting and great
Yesterday was above the rest
Today going back having to impress
University colors are the dress code
As it was told
Touring the campus trying to get it sold
Specific lure was a certain school
Program of study academically cool
Selected a major months ago
It was in coming student thinking what they know
First week starts before Labor Day
Then a long weekend ‘now determined to stay’
Courses scheduled and made
Calculating possible grade
Hoping it was a good trade
Since the credit card used when paid
Car is fully packed
Even the roof has tied down laundry sack
Not one more thing can fit
Only free space where the driver sits
Key turn start the engine
Four year commitment firm decision
All this to get an entrepreneur salary position
Or is it a place to mature
Adulthood knocking on the door
Whispering in the ear ‘are you sure?’
About the curriculum core
All it takes knowing oneself
Socializing positive and in good health
Navigating through honesty and wealth
Books are armor for a power strut
Realizing with others ‘you know what?’
Walking away
One thing to say
Reminding upperclassman ‘you graduate in May’
College is the time
Challenge the mind
And in the end a well-educated person is the find
Listening to the pomp and circumstance chime
I have a secret happy place that's deep inside my head,
It's where I like to visit every night when I'm in bed.
I travel there by boat, the sail flaps gently on the mast,
The ocean shines a million shades of blue, the sky is vast.
My happy place appears on the horizon far away.
I land my boat upon the beach, the palm trees sigh and sway.
The sand between my naked toes is talcum powder soft,
And seabirds greet me, singing loud while soaring up aloft.
I watch the ocean push its white-tipped waves toward the shore,
And listen as each wave collides with beach then is no more.
I'm quite alone on this small isle, nobody else around,
No Friday footprints in the sand to spoil what I have found.
My island paradise soothes each and every body ache,
And sweeps away the pain and angst the daytime strove to make
So I drift away, serene and calm, my body free of stress,
And off to sleep I travel filled with joy and happiness.
Be not weary in times of stress and heartache
Be strong and vigilant, even when you need a break
Be not doubtful and instead, gain hope and reassurance
Be glad in the Lord’s day of rest, for He gives you comfort and deliverance
Courageousness is given to those who love one another
Mercifulness is given to the family of God from brother to sister to father and mother
Be not afraid in hardships’ turmoil from the start
Belong in the arms of peace-abiding angels in your heart
Be not regretful and dread the unknown, for we are made wholesome
Be not sad, but be joyous, for His serenity is precious in His gracious Kingdom
Be bold and you’ll make it in the long run
Behold, God’s love for you has just begun
Unfold your wings of divine flight tonight
Hold onto your peace and don’t look back with your might
Become brave and don’t be afraid to move on from here
Numb away the pain in your heart and have no fear
Some people might bring you down, but keep your faith from now on
Wisdom is difficult to gain when the foolish speak from dusk to dawn
Courageousness is given to those who pray earnestly
Happiness is for those who are cheerful wholeheartedly
Be not afraid, oh faithless, hopeless child
Don’t be full of hatred and act oh so wild
Remorse could get out of course sometimes
But, be brave with a hefty heart of remedy-radiant rhymes
Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow
The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the merry month of May
Must have upset those guys back when
If so I do hereby apologize
Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours
With fire shooting out of my eyes
Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time
I'll buy them on the day of the event
And take my chances that it's not a sellout
So my time is much better spent
Is my frustration showing as I write this poem?
So ticked off, what more can I say
Don't want ever to spend that much time again
Stopped dead on a freaking highway
© Jack Ellison 2012
series of scattered suffused sufferings
sprouting from
shocks -stress - strain
appearing off and on in agitated brain
sometimes igniting anger
sometimes to lament or repent
leading to diffused despondency~
reflexing complexity of perplexed mind
while all disarranged disorganised
rather jumbled up creating junk-
how to assemble-
totally bewildered confused
on juxtaposition in jugglery
when meaningless thoughts
in hazard haphazard manner
get crumpled entangled
coiled turning surreal
fumbling voice of unimplemented wishes-
pointless feelings suffocating ~
unfulfilled ambitions grumbling in vain
coming in dreams in streams
drifting on garage clearance
through nasty nightmare-
may be freudian expression
of subconscious mind
encompassed by smothered sensual feelings~
failure - success - love - betrayal - happiness - miseries
are jumbled swinging in juxtaposition~
Connecting flight canceled -
What are we to do?
Rebooked - 10 hours waiting
Instead of just 2.
While I wasted time
On the plane with our tour,
My husband found someone
(He’s hard to ignore)
Who then came to our rescue
And found us a flight
Very close to our first one
To make things all right.
An Air France employee
Named Cheftzi,* she knew
How to briskly take charge
And to calm us down, too.
She did what she did
With her own special style
And as proof of her power,
She got me to smile.
So thank you, dear Cheftzi!
I was a bit crazed
But by working g some magic,
My spirits were raised.
*pronounced Hefty
I try no, I’m sure I do. Or maybe…
With the whole weight of my being,
I try to enjoy the present.
I stretch each minute wide enough to step inside, to sit a while not merely pass through.
This existence with intention, this awareness I otherwise tuck away,
as if noticing the fine grains of now could slow their fall,
could hold off the blur of becoming memory.
Some mornings, the light lands just right,
casting water like shadows over old wood at the edge of the table.
And I tell myself, This is it. This is what it means to be alive.
Even as the thought folds into the next, and the next.
I fall back into another dream.
They say if you dream at dusk, it comes true but what of those for whom I grind my sweat and bones.
The alarm rings.
I slither from bed into a dress they call civil,
when I could be wearing colour, prints, feathers, joy.
I chug tea, the drink I despise the most,
because it forces the present into clarity,
waking me against my will.
I walk slower now.
Not from weariness, but hope
that dragging my feet through time might leave deeper footprints,
might anchor me to something more enduring than memory,
more honest than photographs.
A child with a balloon: a bright red spot in the dew dim dawn,
it slips from her fingers, and with it, her spark.
Still, no matter how I linger, how I pause,
how I hold my breath and try to feel it all,
the scent of this morning’s tea on my fingers,
the hum of distant traffic,
the sudden ache of a name I haven’t said in weeks,
the moment slips away.
Indifferent.
Dissolving into the forward pull of time.
Because the present does not wait for poetry.
It does not care for attention.
It flares and fades, flickers and dies,
and I’m left chasing its smoke with open hands.
And tomorrow unapologetic, unbending, rises like a tide I cannot reason with.
It looms behind every joy, every pause, every fragile instant I try to claim as mine.
It does not ask if I’m ready.
It does not soften.
It arrives regardless
often, as dreams vanish in its wake.
Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time
For it is a phenomenon she merely sees
She pours forth abundance for all that behold her
Even for those of us that scold her
And for naught she was cursed from the beginning
There she is—interminable Time at the fullest!
And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy
She rules over our hearts
Keeping stress in our spirits
Not once does she feel sorry for us
Nor is she indifferent of our failures
She begs not for gratefulness
And accepts who she is with joy!
How ample we would be if we
Like she—were free of trepidation
If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom
Filled with untainted approval
What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time
But ah, she is both heartless and kind
And though we hate her peculiar aura
Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds!
How stressfully beautiful Time is!
Like a wink of venerated bliss
She smiles and smiles
And our ironical faces feel like grime
Still she laughs in mirth
While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred
Wanting more and more of her
And positively hating her
We that cannot see her began to hate
For we are as visible and low as can be
And we acknowledge her merely to insult her
Though she takes no pang to the chest
For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs
That she simply returns to each sender
Hidden is our pride
But ever placed
Ever unhidden
Is our inscrutable mortality
And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates
Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate
Thus we regard her only as a concept
As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal
For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes
Think, eat, drink or feel
We use her—yes! Even abuse her
Not once will she complain
For her gift is everlastingness