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I do not recognise this world we live in,
I can't bear its troubled face,
All the arguing and fighting,
Will cause the end of the Human Race.
Inhumanity runs rife,
For the people of Ukraine
The savage loss of life,
Destruction and constant pain,
Caused by a dictator,
Who decides he wants a war,
Stirring a cauldron of trouble,
Adding more and more,
Anguish to the pot
Dangerous and demented,
A man who's losing the plot
Because of his love of power,
That is getting weaker by the hour.
He is a loser whichever way it goes,
The Ukrainians are united,
And not intimidated by their foes.
The Ukrainian people,
Did not want this war,
Why would they want to fight
For a country that was theirs before.
How will this all end?
It is anyone's guess,
How will we untangle
This untanglable mess.
Bravery, Courage and Respect,
For each other,
United together,
Brother to Brother.
The world will forever remember Ukraine,
For its stamina and restrain.
In trying to keep its own country,
Gaining respect and compassion in History.
Where were you last year
Back in relegation I did hear
Have your beer with your cheer
West Ham will level it soon
Under this Friday Night moon
Hammies gave it a try
And it would have worked if someone did not let out a cry
First time that the ball went into the net
The boss on the sidelines dropped a flag it wasn’t time yet
Offsides was the call there was a violation in the futbol law
With one on the board the Blades needed not another score.
Hammies played them tough trying to draw even feeling that would be enough
And then it happened, an aggressive move on the enemy side
With a nice kick the ball was giving a ride.
In it went and the players celebrated knowing full time was almost spent.
Once again there was a complaint
And after a review the athletic feat was not done by a saint.
The Blades player had physical contact
Which told the Hammies it was time to pack
After watching this I must say
It was 2-1 Hammies if the goals were okay
But fouls were committed and the Hammies bit it
Now that the match was done, and The Blades won
It should be noted it was the Hammies who were the ones that made the two hours fun
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Trying to express what we say
Sometimes words are just not enough
We surely need some other way
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Couldn't show our utter disgust
About this and that about ying and yang
About which politician not to trust
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Frustration would rear its head
Valium would surely be the drug of choice
So we use the bad finger instead
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
No words are clearer than this
Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening
A sign you surely can't miss
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Need to just take a very deep breath
There's nothing that's really that important
Sometimes lose it myself, must confess
© Jack Ellison 2013
IT has become so popular in our daily language
But do we really know what IT is? Well...
Even though I'm not sure what IT is
I am definitely not afraid of IT
Just because I don't have IT yet
Doesn't mean IT is not mine
I often wonder is IT time?
Right now I am trying to figure IT out
And at times IT can be hard
Because IT is a lot to deal with
Sometimes I just want to leave IT alone
And knock IT off
I wonder - Is IT all that?
Well, I know I can conquer IT
I know I want IT
Yet I don't even know where IT is
Who IT is
Or when IT will be
But in my mind, I see IT
I can feel IT
I hear IT
IT helps me to know
When I get IT
IT will be all good
Therefore, I'm going for IT
By working for IT
I am determined to get IT
I don't care how much IT cost
I know IT is possible
For I know I can do IT
Well guess what yall? I got IT... And IT is amazing!
Inspiration : Our eminent poet, Krish Radhakrishnan who is also a doctor handling corona patients. Once he commented that I feel guilty when they give me leave. Another time he commented that some days we are so exhausted that we have no heart to do anything. If everyone followed rules corona cannot spread. This would give health workers much needed respite.
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As you go out without worry
Without precaution, not wearing a mask...
think of the doctors out there
working hard and day and night
trying to save every life
It is not easy for them!
Frightened faces all around
so many deaths in front of them
just think of their state of mind
Covered by PPE, sweating inside
mask on face, not easy to breathe
full day handling patients with patience
life is most tough for them
Still they are doing it for us!
we are duty bound to take precautions
Please think about them before you go out
Or do any social function
Just because they are good we should not take advantage
suppose they become irresponsible
say we are tired we are going on leave
Just imagine your plight
A big salute to their sincerity and dedication
working under extreme conditions still they smile to their patients
talk with hope and faith
this has been going on for months
still they continue to serve
Being a doctor is not easy
Wear PPE for 1 hour and see
Wear mask at home for 1 hour and see
Serve a corona patient without thinking of self and family
They are doing so much
how are we ever going to repay them?
By doing our best to avoid getting corona we can help big way
If all take care, how will corona spread?
Doctors are God to me
Being a doctor is not easy
The stars in the midnight sky never fail to shine so bright
Gazing in the beauty of the night… lost in thought
The breeze of majestic wonders swept over us tonight
She said, “I want to kill myself”
Think of your daughter…
You’ll be missing out on so many great accomplishments
Don’t say, “Whatever…”
I feel this urge to tell you that everything will be alright to crush that depression
God will show you the true direction
Taking a giant leap of faith, we pressed forward, conquering all doubts – free will living to by the grace from above
Mesmerizing delight is enveloped in your eyes of emerald forests
Trying my best to look the other way, but your shine combines with mine
She said, “I’m tired of waiting”
Think of being more patient
You’ll get to walk with us sooner or later
I need to wear my sweater
I feel this bottomless, bitter guilt, coursing inside of me
If only I could be your key
To unlock eternal bliss…
And scorch away your hopelessness
Flashes of your greatest unmask the veil that held my eyes shut
The glory from within outshines the stars
Your heart is heavy with grief suddenly...
I’m walking up the stairs,
Thinking that no one cares
If I run away and never be found,
Paradise would be far from my reach
God’s love is what I beseech
Let go of me, pity and grief…
Do me a favor and marry relief
Relief blankets your body...you're recovering right before my very eyes
Do me a favor and sift out the lies and goodbyes
For once, we now see eye to eye
Why would I call to the Lord, why would I ever do this
Riding high here in my f-150 ford, the Lord I don't miss
I have everything I need right down to fitted floor mats
Now my family I must feed, so that will be the end of that
Besides, I never prayed before so why would I start today
I know exactly what's at my core and I made my own way
This Jesus that you now speak and all of that bible rigmarole
You can't live being meek, as what they did to Him, we all saw
It appears that you are weak and so on this Jesus you lean
And to me you look like a freak but I'm not trying to be mean
I don't need to listen to His Word for I made it myself this far
Despite what you've heard, I don't know who you think you are
Nobody helped when I was down, sick people I knew died
This Jesus and His Holy Crown where was He when I cried
But I don't need Him anyway I made it this far as you see
So next time you have something to say don't say it to me!
One year is a long time but can also pass by so quickly
As do words that rhyme in hoping that others may see
With a passage over hear and new a phrase right there
Just trying to make it clear, that people, you need to care
Some tones may have been wrong and even a misspelled word
This being for what I long in telling others of what I heard
So many of them are there being so much to my surprise
But I will lay my heart bare offering up to the Lord all my cry's
Using the gift He gave to proclaim His Name loud and clear
Saying that it's only Jesus who can save and how He is so near
Telling of His great Love and Grace and of His Sacrifice for you
Just trying to sketch His Face so you'll be able to see what is true
And with a little help from the Holy Spirit "descending like a Dove"
You too will come to endear it in the true sensing of His Love
The Lord knows we have all fallen and maybe feel a little far away
But trust me He is calling why don't you finally answer Him today!
From the very moment my Mom taught me how to use a spoon,
From her mouth was uttered that old familiar tune:
"The kids in Asia are starving, now Bobby, clean your plate!"
Her admonition was final and left no tolerance for debate!
I tried to foist upon the hapless dog a helping of bony fish.
Even he would gag trying to swallow that vapid dish!
I'd toy with them and try to hide the tasteless peas.
I could barely abide them, even in bites of twos and threes!
Even tho' Mom concealed them with cheese, I had my doubts,
About a malodorous little veggie called Brussels sprouts!
I'd surreptitiously sneak them on to the plate of little brother,
Thereby, avoiding the reproof to clean my plate by my Mother!
There was the delicate matter of dealing with broccoli and beets,
Okra, spinach, turnips, hominy and other such disgusting eats.
In my feckless youth I thought such fare rather untoward,
But soon learned that to survive, you ate what was on the board!
When side-stepping along the chow line in the military service,
They often slopped mysterious stuff on my tray, making me nervous.
When I joined the service, I hoped never again to hear Mom's old cliche,
But, even those mean old sergeants screamed, "Private! Clean your tray!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Tied for No. 1 in PD's "Any Random Poem" Contest - July 2011
LIFES MYSTERIES
L Life composes story every day on new page
I Image casted as live-show on Earthly stage
F Failure or success containing discrete chapters
E Each day welcoming upcoming ventures
S Showing happenstances in grief or rapture.
M Mysteries to challenge at every step
Y You should confront not trying to escape.
S Self-confidence to overcome adversity
T Tensed may be life, tortuous or tragic
E Eventually happens miracles showing magic
R Rare chance to win and fair chance to lose
I It is acceptable absolute ruthless truth
E Ever- going path of life is thorny not smooth.
S Sometimes to walk graceful, sometimes uncouth.
12/ 26/ 20