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A Miserable Night
Locked the door, Locked the mouth,
I am crawling across the floor to hide,
My lungs pulling the air as much as possible,
As it is the last breaths of my life.
The drop of sweat is moving on my forehead,
My tongue is dry, eyes are wet.
I freeze under the bed,
I can’t move, nor speak,
This static scene seems like a portrait.
They screaming like an Sylvan Wolf.
Oh God! Oh God! they came, like a premature death,
They are not knocking the door,
They are piercing my heart,
I am only a sacrifice goat,
My face became white as snow,
They became successful in their intention,
They stand in my room, in my life.
A man has caught my neck like a butcher grabs a goat,
I saw three devils, not three men,
He aims on me, I can feel myself half dead,
They are howling on me, they are going to kill me,
Presumably unfortunately this is my destiny,
A Gun fired three times, not on me,
Now the devils are lying on the floor,
A Soldier, A God, A Life savior, He saved me.
Soldiers came but it’s too late,
Many lives, many emotions, many possessions are burnt,
This night is as dark as coal,
This holy ground is as red as blood,
This pain is as miserable as wild cold wind,
After few clock ago, this village was heaven,
Now this village is burning like hell.
:- Shubham Pandey
Lying there feeling warm and replete
Looking up to the sky, this is real neat
I never thought-that I would see three
But that was just granted to little old me.
The first as I lay in the water so hot
It flashed through the sky, a plane it was not
Within twenty minutes the second one flashed by
Two shooting stars in the same bit of sky…
Before the hour was up the third came into view
What a brilliant night watching the stars that flew
Three shooting stars is my first hat trick of stars
Lying in hot tub they shot from the plough right past Mars.
Three shooting stars I wonder what that means
Were they tumblers or stars, or somebody’s dreams
A wish I would make on each star that passed by
But they still couldn’t match the stars I’d see in your eye.
© 1/11/2012 ~GG~
There were much agony and tears
Painful words entered my ears
Sorrow filled my troubled soul
Yet I knew this was no time to fold
I took three disciples to watch with me,
but they could not; sleep got the best of them
Sweat poured from me like drops of blood
I felt the gloom, but never void of My Father's love
"Father!", I cried. "Please remove this cup so bitter?"
But my Father made me a gallant fighter, not a quitter
I knew that this cup was filled with the sentence of death
Its contents meant a brief separation between me and my Father
So I persisted, "Is there any possibility that I don't drink this cup?
Three times I asked, and three times, my Father said, "No".
Finally, with love for mankind, I surrendered to my Father's will.
My closest friends forsook me, for fear that they too would be killed.
With My Father's love, I drank the bitter cup designed only for me.
With my Father's love, I drank it for her, him, them, and for you.
04052017 PS; Poem Written in April(Not for Contest), Laura Loo I felt God's love embracing me as I wrote this. I pray you also will experience such overwhelming love as you read it.
“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me.”
But Admiral calls from ships numbered three.
“Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning.”
Then company vanished, quick as a wink.
Left small, untested sailboat to sink.
Night reached down on vast ocean’s face,
And soon sea’s swells were by darkness embraced
Light blazed cross the sky, wind roared from the heat.
The blue’s anger and rage against terrified vessel did beat.
More and most fiercely Elpida battled the deep.
Up ‘til the moment Earth sunk in her teeth.
The storm screamed on, endless as the heavens are deep.
And for half a score years, the sun, from Captain's eyes, night did keep.
For two times for every five, did the captain despair
Lost upon foreign soil, abandon by fleet out there.
To stumble upon natives, fate had it be.
An amiable bunch, again the odd number three.
To restore broken vessel labored the four
Sew up the hull, repair ruptured floors.
And for time, two times, and three times more
Toiled this group ’til there was work no more.
And the sun, as, of course, it would be
Broke the horizon and bore new day on the sea.
Set the deserted again to conquer the deep.
No armada to accompany, but lone Captain, no fleet.
And now, even now, sails Elpida Berregin.
Meeting new worlds by way of the sea.
In all her travels she met again her former fleet,
But Captain did not the Admiral re-meet.
For they had become galleys of ghosts;
Galleys to whom the dead were tending.
Offering up a prayer, Captain took his leave,
And having left, returned to journeying.
“Abandon ship and from her flee.”
Perhaps they, but never me.
Elpida Berregin, mighty galleon proved by sea,
A crew member, forever yours, will I be,
And will serve your Captain most faithfully.
The chaos in my heart,
The turbulence within my chamber,
A sea in tempestuous rage,
A sudden, rapid turning of the pages of a book,
An uproar gnawing at my mind—
Tranquil, I still seek to find.
I walk into the embrace of the day,
I walk into the loveliness of its morning light,
Desiring its warmth and beauty,
Hoping to look through its lens,
Longing to soar in the colours of its grace.
The chaos within me finds its way through,
The tumult escapes from its chamber,
I’m fighting to regain control.
The chaos in my heart is a recalcitrant child;
It refuses to be pacified.
It’s an age-old adventure,
An endless path filled with mysteries,
A wonderland of enigma.
Seeking the light hasn’t yet made a difference,
Searching the depths hasn’t quenched its flames;
It’s a monster glaring at my window.
I once told a sage that I feel like Paul in the Bible—
A thorn in his flesh,
Darkness in his soul,
An agent of Satan buffeting him.
He sought the Lord for deliverance,
But three times brought no difference—
Only a word of truth and consolation.
He said I didn’t understand what Paul meant,
But I believe I do;
Won’t the vessel know its contents?
Won’t the bearer recognize the weight of the load?
As much as I long for the strength of the Lord,
I desire the tranquillity of a river.
April 21, 2025.
Judge not the man by his words alone,
But set his deeds and actions against them
and judge the three together.
To judge the man by his words alone
May be enough to convict him three times over
Or in other cases cause to make him a saint,
When often the reverse is true.
Do we not say his bark is worse than his bite.
Have you not known him to speak lines full of prejudice and hate
And then seen him giving a helping hand
To those he has so demeaned with his tongue.
Has he not said he has no time for a particular race
Or group of people,
Only for you to find one of them as his best friend.
And have you not found yourself saying words
That you could cut your tongue out for having said.
So judge not the man by his words alone,
But listen, that you may hear his deeds and actions
Speaking for themselves.
The other night at work I had mellow ’60’s music playing in the store
when a couple carrying their young son entered through the door.
Guessing someone’s age the more I age is harder and harder for me
but by the way he toddled through the store I’d say he was two or maybe three.
When he toddled up to the speaker where the music was playing
he stopped…he listened and when he finally felt the beat….
faster than you can say Richie Havens…he began to move his feet.
He toddle-danced left…he toddle-danced right then he began to bounce up and down
and the more the music moved him…he started spinning round and round.
But a toddler can only spin so much…three times…maybe four…
before dizziness and gravity directed him to the floor.
He’d sit there for a moment staring…smiling at me…and then
moved once more by the music…he’d begin to dance again.
It was fun to watch this little boy move to the beat and toddle-dance to the rhythm…
and fun to watch all the customers who couldn’t walk by
without stopping to toddle-dance with him.
If you don’t think music is universal…that it can’t bring people together…
that it doesn’t our world enhance…
I invite you into our bookstore where you can listen to the music
and where, if you’re lucky, you can watch toddlers and people dance.
Oh yea! As Boe the owner of the bookstore likes to remind me…
I also have a job to do…
So while you’re listening to the music…
and watching toddlers and people dance…
It’d be great if…you would buy a book or two.
Chanda was in McDonalds, with single mother friends
The radio came on, said now welfare ends.
The ladies panicked, poured onto the street
How could they support kids, and make ends meet?
The Mercedes on the road crashed into the side
The driver had heard the radio, then began to cry.
She ran a fake day care, she sold food stamp cards
Now without income, life would get hard.
Shmuley was reading the Talmud in his house.
Then came in his overwrought spouse.
She said the welfare office had a sign on the door:
The new ruler of America had decreed, no handouts, no more.
No bailouts for bankers, forget farmers aid
Corporations got to make it with no subsidies paid
Pro-bono lawyers couldn't use lawfare the time:
No dubious causes on the taxpayer dime.
Then rioters came out, looking for stuff to burn
They'd never made an honest living, now they'd have to earn
And everyone else, hooked on some kind of handout,
Marched on Washington, to throw the President out.
The President appeared on TV, and appealed for calm
He said he had to do it; our currency was a time bomb.
The debt had reached three times G.N.P.
A worthless dollar in store, and poverty.
“Our debt has grown beyond what dollars can bear,
There's a limit to what the billionaires share.
The printing press runs, but the backstop grows thin:
If we don't stop spending, the dollar caves in.”
But the President was hanged, and a new one elected
Everyone could breathe easy now, welfare was protected.
Back to Talmud, back to McDonalds, back to the slums
But disaster just delayed, and the grim reaper comes.
The grim reaper comes....
Alone with no admirers to receive her,
with posters on the walls of Justin Beiber.
her iPod worked just fine except one hitch,
mp3's uploaded daily by a witch.
To receive her favourite music took some time
the old hag was quite slow on such a climb.
A lift would be ideal, even some stairs
but all for cheapness' sake she used her hair.
These tresses, in their teens and never touched
by scissors, looking after didn't take much.
Silky soft and combed three times a day
was all it took to keep her locks that way.
One morning a voice called in manly tone
up to her window, “Anyone at home?”
She put down her copy of 'Home and garden”
and shouted from the window, “Beg your Pardon?”
Now leaving, he heard her and paused his step
“Good morning”, he cried, “ I'm an Avon Rep”.
“Sorry I didn't answer for so long,
you see, I have no door, so no 'Ding dong'
and from that garish bag I think I see
you have some beauty products just for me? ”
“Why yes” he cried “and if your order's firm,
that would help, 'coz I don't do sale or return”.
No second asking needed, up he winched,
his sales pitch would make this deal a cinch.
And thus the story ends, it came to pass,
he left without the goods but with the lass.
Happy every after, they, since then,
sponsored by Clinique, Batiste, Pantene.
February 2nd, 2016
For contest, 'Once upon a time', sponsor Laura Loo
The pounds are just melting away
You might think I'd be a bit concerned
Well actaully I'm on a mission
To lose 30 pounds before the snow flies
There's no particular reason why
I set that particular number as my goal
It just seems within my reach
Given my age and life style
One thing I've always had is “sticktoitness”
But when I get on a mission, I tend to over indulge
Up to now it hasn't caused me any great problems
I must remember I'm not a young chicken anymore
But as the old saying goes, “use it or lose it!”
And this guy's not ready to cash in my chips just yet!
Started out riding my exercise bike
Once a day for 20 minutes
Recently I've upped it to twice a day
Totalling 40 minutes and am even thinking
Of making it three times a day if I can
I told you I'm on a mission!
Wish me luck my friends... I once heard it said
“No one ever died from TOO much exercise!”
Sure hope that's right... wish me luck!
© Jack Ellison 2014