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Nov2011
By Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Awoke early this morn with a dizzy head,
Last nite I had a torrid time in bed.
Tossed and turned on a warm bed last nite,
Troubled were the dreams , set my head a lite.
Was thinking ahead as I stepped off my bed,
Dull was my sight as I thought I wept.
The sadness within wrinkled my brow,
The puffiness in myself and I asked myself what now?
On the wisdom’s throne I went and perched,
Gone I want the thoughts of emptiness, that lurched,
A smile I forced on my sleepy face,
I got to ready myself a put on all grace.
I came here to the lavatory to drop and stink,
But all I desire to do is sit and think.
But now all that I do is scratch my balls,
And see the soap stains on the walls.
And now it dawns to me it’s satur’s morn,
As the thought seeps in ,all pain is gone.
To the beach we are going when the sun gets high,
To the clear water, clean air and blue sky.
The salty spray I imagine now,
The force of the mist and the freshness in my body all above.
My body is jovious and filled with frolic,
The juices in my stomach churn just like a craving desired by an alcoholic.
As the sun goes up I pack my things,
The flame within is joyous and on my face it brings,
The sound of the waves and the smell of wet sand,
The call of the beach is strong even in the hinterland.
As we drive to the hotel and park the car,
I can see the birds fly by and go afar.
I check into the room
And spend time to groom.
To the restaurant we head,
Buffet served on the table of snacks, tea , coffee and lots of bread.
After the snack I have a gulp of coffee truly black,
And get myself to the sandy track…………
A bloke by the name of Dickie Duncan
Was the butt of many jokes
His name conjured up that age old saying
You know what I'm talking 'bout, folks!
“When the frost is on the pumpkin”
I'm sure you remember it well
They say it's the time for “dickie dunkin”
To get down and ring your bell
Feel so sad for old Dickie Duncan
To be blessed with this unfortunate name
They could have called him Peter
Oops! The results would've been the same
How's about a name like Percival
Or Harold or good old Gus
His parents surely weren't thinking ahead
Hence, the reason for all this fuss
Well old Dickie can surely take some solace
It's afforded him great fortune and fame
He could have been just a nobody
But now everybody knows his name
© Jack Ellison 2013
Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
There for you
Always my love it shall rest on your shoulders
Even when clouds fill the sky
Holding you tightly for now and forever
Drying each tear you may cry
Keeping you safe as a light in the darkness
Holding your hand as you go
Wearing a smile, helping you to be happy
When any sadness may show
Sharing your dreams as we watch them together
Soothing your every pain
Offered affection to last you eternal
Sheltering you from the rain
Taking the lead to divert any danger
Always your shield I shall be
Standing your cause for that’s all that will matter
Keeping you so close to me
Tying a knot so the thread never weakens
Clenching my grip ever tight
Writing a poem so you will remember
Love is with you every night
Following every word you have spoken
Listening close to your needs
Thinking ahead of the problems you’re facing
Protecting what you do believe
Here is my love that I offer you freely
No matter what we may do
Forever I shall be yours so completely
My promise, to be there for you
Inspired by Darren White’s poem “I sit with you” https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_sit_with_you_893340
From birth came adoption and new parents
also learning to speak, stammer was hard
thinking ahead to rest of life on earth
felt anxious feeling to be on guard
Then on second-decade school's move
primary to secondary but wish to leave
so very happy to leave at fifteen
then to work in big wide world to believe
Now I'm in my 20s with much to learn
my mum passed away in '81 such a loss
then wed to Jean that year but she died '82
but found Jesus as He died on the cross
In my 30s took chickenpox for first time
but von recovery met Christine and we clicked
and wed the next year simply amazed
indeed so glad I was one she picked
This 5th decade opened my horizons
travel was so great, big and bright
Switzerland being our place so often
such grandeur taking us to full heights
In this 6th decade, redundancy came again
this time finally retired early for good
having bus pass travel over Scotland
plus penning poems being my daily food
Now in 7th decade diagnosed with prostate cancer
praise God treatment brought it under control
so now at peace and content deep in my soul
living for Jesus always my eternal God
(This is written looking back on my life decade by decade bringing out the major things that crossed my path.)
Returning home a wise ant
stopped to talk to a grasshopper bent
on singing all day and playing with girls:
as winter approaches and snow unfurls
covering and hardening all food to ice
gather and shelter or you’ll pay the price
For not preparing by thinking ahead
from cold and hunger you’ll be dead
being positive won’t change a thing
singing in winter doesn’t make spring
her words of wisdom grasshopper didn’t heed
from hunger and cold died indeed.
The ant in her home protected well
from wintry ice and snow as it fell
with food and milk from aphids’ paid rent
with family and friends her winter well spent
in peace and comfort because prepared ahead.
Today's regrets are yesterday's neglects.
Ninth Place Winner: Fire Bird-Short Story Poem-11/22/24
Honorable Mention-Crystol Woods-Allegory Fable-3/24/25