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My life started with adoption
then realising had stammer as well
struggle through school glad to leave
at fifteen still struggling to tell
First job was electrician so spark
but colour blindness put that off rail
then worked as storeman rest of career
in various places never going stale
Got married to Jean in mid twenties
but she passed away in less than year
that night I fell on God's merciful grace
received Christ who became so dear
Then nine years later met Christine
got wed after nine months courtship
now last year celebrated silver wed
a blessed marriage such sweet fellowship
But the frozen tongue has remained
has gone up and down many a hill
it's likened to a iceberg at sea
people only see the tip as you will
Like the iceberg real trouble down below
all the damaged emotions lies at foot
getting over them still all frozen
needs real heat to melt way at root
So persevere on to loosen tongue
some progress is at winter season
writing poetry brings real calm
summers pushing ice onto easing
They call me gobby
I’m just all mouth
It’s like my hobby
You can call me ralph
I got some larrup
I don’t shut my trap
It’s like I gallop
This gift of the gab
I’ve got more mouth
Then you’ve got money
Hey my north and south
Got plenty of bunny
I can’t seem to shut
My flipping yap
And I do go on
Just rapping this flap
I’m a motor mouth
I love rock and roll
Got a great big house
Never shut my cakehole
You could call me stupid
I just ramble on
Playing my music
To my own selfish song
I’ve got to admit
That I am quite loud
And I give it some welly
With a great big sound
Well I better be quiet
Cause you know what they say
The mouth piece is trouble
So keep it closed today
“Put a Sock in It Will Ya”
© Copyright KC.Leake
4th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
Must be a chained by now
He said of dancing
She need money he needed money
They called them the pretty people
Care for thoseß who separates and
Culles those of him
That they may regenerates
Due to the conditions of there
Coupling.
Smile sunshine!
The complications of togetherness.
Smile as there are wise
Smile as there are bothered
Smile as ye are be withered
Such coupling seeks warrant of
Togetherness
And ye are happy
Oh ye thyme minds be troubled
That the speaks ye as thyn
For ye to to trouble as thee
Are there's
Might all be wicked
Might all be unsacred
As those who are
Wicked are exposehevwho are wicked
He who nearest thyn voice
Might he be wicked
Not me me!
So sayerh thyn who are
Might others then be
Thyst might those
Of thyn be exposed
Speakers
The Bytch of troubled
That's What gettyth
easy and slow
easy slow down
don't be faster
than your shadow
don't you see how
you are warn out
you look down
easy slow down
don't be too fast
cos soon you will
hit the end
it is an end of misery
so easy slow down
easy and slow
easy slow down
you are not a train
even trains has stop
take life easy
you will get their
slow and steady
remember
over ambition is
more or less like
over speeding
you might soon crash
so easy slow down
don't be too fast
or you want to sleep
forever
easy and slow
easy slow down
life is not a rush
those in rush
has their part so easy
in the grave
be fast when you oath to
but is not necessary all the time
man after you get all you need
what else will you need
so beware for what you wish for
it can trouble you to a rush
of no good end
now easy slow down
don't be faster
than your shadows
you must not be perfect
you can win all the time
so take all you pass
through in life
easy and slow
Limit Terms of Office
By Franklin Price
8/30/2015
Limit terms of office
Is what many people say
Would solve so many problems
That we have with us today
Politicians doing nothing
Limits put them on the street
Automatically would happen
Would remove them from their seat
What better could we ask for
Would be a change of note
We could ourselves remove them
By getting our asses out to vote
That's how it's meant to happen
It's very strange you see
Their removal is quite easy
By votes from you and me
When voting's too much trouble
What you get is what you see
Watch the results of your inaction
Through biased channels on TV
An old couple seated on a park bench…lamenting the trouble the world is in…
wondered if there was ever a time when the hierarchy of human values
was not based on the color of one’s skin.
A time when from the mountains to the valleys…across the rivers and the plains…
membership in a society was not based on one’s sex, on race…
or the percentage of blood rushing through their veins..
A time when there were no strangers, no jails…
no toxins polluting our seas, our land…our air…
when people tried their best to be kind, loving…and fair.
When sharing was taught to the young…where it was not only encouraged but expected….
When the intelligence of plants and animals was cherished…and respected.
A time when everyone and everything…no mater who or what
was thought of as a sister and a brother….
where everyone and everything had a place…and none was put above the other.
Suddenly out of the blue…much to this couple’s surprise…
A Native Nation family, who long ago walked on…appeared before their eyes.
They were dressed in their regalia…
made from beautiful beads, feathers and multi-color threads.
They all nodded at the couple then looked to the mother…who said,
“There was a time from whence you speak,”
The couple watched the words from her mouth flow…
“In the universe of time…it was not so long ago.”
“And when your time has run it’s course…
When you’ve sung your final song…
Which as we watch the ways you treat each other
shouldn’t take you very long
When this moment comes….when your evil no longer infects this Earth
then and only then…”
”Will the next inhabitants of this land
have their chance to live that way again.”
Agoraphobia
Can you imagine, all my life, I have suffered from agoraphobia, the fear of being exposed as the true me without a fig leaf to protect me from the scary world, yet I was hellbent on curing myself because, on that stage of life, all I needed was a push, which I found without any help from you.
It began in Liverpool when I had three cafés to run when the morning fear was acute, only stilled by whisky. Yes, I was the boss, ok with a hole in my heart, I knew I was a fake
Nervous breakdown doctors were not told why you got
into trouble, they thought it was about drink.
It was not that simple; it was about a fear of the open, alone going back to childhood.
The people trained to help looked another way I cured myself by understanding what I had to avoid: drunks; I retired, which was easy because they thought I was a hopeless alcoholic, but drinking was never my problem,
You were my problem, with your college education set you, and after reading a few books, thought you knew about the human condition.
I am constantly in awe of how a child’s mind works…
with no pretense…no deception…
there is an openness…a candor…an innocence in their perception.
The other day in our town…as we waited for the Mardi Gras parade to commence
I was once again reminded of childhood innocence.
As we waited…in the middle of a crowd…trying our best to see…
I noticed this little family…standing next to me.
“Daddy, put me on your shoulders.” Their little boy said expectantly…
When his father asked him why he answered,
“Because from down here my eyes are just too small to see.”
His dad complied and as he sat there with his hands on his dad’s ears…
with a smile on his face he said, Wow…my eyes are so much bigger from up here.
As I watched this little boy…excitedly waving as the parade came down the street
I secretly hoped his child mind would remain as innocent and as sweet.
When our eyes are small and innocent…from atop our parents’ shoulders
we travel through the world without much worry, trouble…or care
It is only when our eyes get bigger…we begin to see the dangers lurking there.
Once he no longer can rest atop his father’s shoulders
on whatever path in life he chooses.
I hope whatever happens along the way…
the innocence he possesses today…is something he never loses.
And as I watched the people all around me…everyone within my scope…
I was suddenly filled with wonder…and my heart was filled with hope.
Because in this diverse group of people smiling and waving at the parade
People young and old…big and small…
I saw not only the innocence in the children…
but the childhood innocence in us all.
Amanda said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Actually wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
(Was really into comic strip characters
as a young 'un!)
Terry said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
I'm being silly really sorry about that
I'm unique and a one of a kind
If you still want to call me a Super Hero
Just call me the Hulk, that's fine!
© Jack Ellison 2015