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It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open
Don't try it, you might blow a gasket
There's a bunch of other stuff you should know
Before they put you in a casket
Greece's anthem has over a hundred verses
The seventh inning must take forever
The eye of an ostrich is bigger than its brain
They've got nice personalities however
A goldfish memory is only three seconds
Damn it, can't remember the next line
There's over than 300 dimples on a golf ball
I'm going to start counting mine
If they didn't add colouring to Coca-Cola
It'd be a ghastly shade of green
Cockroaches live nine days without their head
But they don't have a mouth to scream
A starfish apparently doesn't have brains
Called one of my buddies a “Starfish”
He really thinks I'm paying him a compliment
Some days he can be quite thickish
If you bang your head against a brick wall
You use up 150 calories an hour
Milk that's been sitting in the sun for days
Is most likely the sourest of sour
© Jack Ellison 2013
Before I crumble to ashes
Before I rot in the ground
Before I use up all my chances
Before I buy my last round,
Before I leave all my loved ones
Before my heart stills in my chest
Before I escape all my problems
Before I lay down to rest,
As I sit soft in my deathbed
As I watch one last sun set
As one last word sits on my tongue
I hope that one word isn’t yet:
I haven’t yet watched that one movie
I haven’t yet been to that place
I haven’t yet found life’s true meaning
I haven’t yet learned my own face.
I want to watch every movie
I want to visit every place
I want to discover life’s meaning
I want to discover my face,
I want to exhaust all my options
I want to give it all a try,
I want to live life to the fullest
Until then I don’t want to die.
Oh wifey, dear and darling.
Whom, I thought I linked my life.
Ran off, with our scheming mailman.
In the middle of last night.
Same one who brought the letter.
Showed, I'm fired from my job.
The boss, who docked my pay, and left me saddened, riddled, robbed.
She did use up that money, to buy an escalade.
Then ran my dog quite over, near the ending of last may.
After this, I tried the beach, bury my troubles in the sand.
Only issue was, I have an allergy to crab.
Now I'm sitting here at home, on my couch, I owe two payments.
Things are looking sorta bleak, and everything's so tight.
Perhaps I'll make my fortune, going on the Price Is Right.
Trembling, the ache
Still tender,
Unkept moments echo
Risking a prayer,
Where will the memory go?
How will my heart ever know
When to let go… how to let go?
Desperate, the sorrow
Holding her hand,
Just before her eyes closed
In death, a shell
Of the past, the heart and soul,
The woman who had once…
Bent to kiss away my tears,
Forever ago, down through the years,
Her light was still aglow…
Inside my heart, as were the tears.
Unsteady, my mind
Tremulous as the wind, ablaze
With fires of feeling,
Tortured nights when the battle
With her memory tossed me
Like a sea of grief,
Binding my dreams and warning me
To see beneath the sea of heartbreak,
Into the treasured festival of love,
Love poured out from her heart,
A heart who breathed…
Will I ever know… when to let go?
Is it even possible, to let go of the one
Who silenced my doubts, reassured
My soul, gave me more love
Than my heart will ever hold, more love
Than my life would ever use up…
No. I won’t let go, can’t let go
She is the part of me that I know
Will forever show… forever breathe
Forever, with me, she is the seed
That gave me room to grow, room
To see… without her, I wouldn’t be me!
…. as the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still.
As much as I try, you just won’t see,
I don’t dare cry, with loneliness my fee.
My memory collapses after only ten lines,
a bugger for friends, and unpaid parking fines.
I’ve tried not to speak, not to use up my quota,
but it makes me feel weak, less human, more motor.
As the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still….
Perhaps creating too many companies
would use to much of the world resources
yet investing in farms would grow more crops
Perhaps creating more companies
would use up the world's resources
yet perhaps, what we need most, is entertainment
Even during the war
they realised that their troops needed fun
even during war they realised
to have a settled army
you need entertainment
stimulate the troops to keep order
perhaps we need a certain percentage of our wage
locked in to providing entertainment
employing the unemployed
for jobs that create an entertaining world
why should we waste money
and get nothing in return
We focus on profit
and yet what we need most
is to focus on life
perhaps
what we need is companies,
that improve the world's resources
our sea's depleted of fish
perhaps fish farms
would be the path to take
we already have salmon farms
perhaps investing in more
would be a good idea
perhaps it's solar power
that creates the greatest growth
investments can improve the world
working together investing every week
we could build farms
to restock our oceans
we could build farms
to feed the starving people
creating jobs so they can afford to buy
we could build solar power
to create a cleaner air
we could create desalination plants
to turn our deserts into farms
we could rebuild the forests
to create a living home
as human beings we could see
the problems we share
as hurdles to overcome
Perhaps other people
have better ideas
hope they lead to a better world
We planted some fruit trees
some five years ago;
The peaches produced more
than you'd guess would grow.
The apricot sits there,
does nothing each year.
Brings up a reminder
a parable made clear:
A man had a fig tree
right there in his garden.
He came seeking fruit, but
instead, he found none.
He said to the keeper,
"These years I've come seeking;
Three seasons I've waited,
and now expect some.
I think that it's time that
we stopped, brought this tree down.
Why let it continue
to use up the ground?”
The gardener said, "Sir
Let’s leave it another;
I'll add some manure,
turned into the roots.
If still nothing happens
then we'll cut it down,
but I am quite hopeful
that it will bear fruit.”
My fruit tree, a lesson,
but I'm not the keeper;
No, I’m just a fruit tree
my maker has wrought.
He's Lord of the harvest
and we are His garden.
Some children are peaches,
and some, apricots.
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After 5 full years, it looks like we have blooms this year. Very excited!
My grandson is jumping up and down excited telling me about the new game he got, word of worship, and his mother lets him play it one hour a week and he hates to use up all his time in one day because then he has to wait six days to play again and so he’s thinking of playing 30 minutes on Wednesdays and 30 minutes on Saturdays so he won’t to wait so long, and I’m thinking, kudos to my daughter for getting him so excited about praise music or whatever this new game is, and he’s talking about earning experience points, and bells are going off in my head because worship is about knowing who your heavenly father really is and not some contrived emotional low-to-high, and I ask him about the name of the game again, and again he tells me about word of worship, and finally I ask, so how to do play this game and he starts talking about canons, or is that cannons?
not word of worship
addanel, ohtoay, es
but world of warships
It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open
Don't try it, you might blow a gasket
There's a bunch of other stuff you should know
Before they put you in a casket
Greece's anthem has over a hundred verses
The seventh inning must take forever
The eye of an ostrich is bigger than its brain
They've got nice personalities however
A goldfish memory is only three seconds
Damn it, can't remember the next line
There are over 300 dimples on a golf ball
I'm going to start counting mine
If they didn't add colouring to Coca-Cola
It'd be a ghastly shade of green
Cockroaches live nine days without their head
So they don't have a mouth to scream
A starfish apparently doesn't have a brain
Called one of my buddies a “Starfish”
He really thinks I'm paying him a compliment
Some days he can be quite thickish
If you bang your head against a brick wall
You use up 150 calories an hour
Milk that's been sitting in the sun for days
Is most likely the ultimate in sour
POPPIES & MUSHROOMS
I desire a beautiful sky.
One to inhale with my big brown eyes.
Fly like a kite,
under the midday light.
Join me in this lollipop fight.
Till we say Goodnight.
Let's sit on the floor Indian style.
Passing around the same smile.
Holding each other by the wing.
As we take a puff and sing,
a song about: Poppies and Mushrooms,
Lets hold hands and enjoy the fumes.
I rub my bare body with poison ivy.
A poisonous Vera, deep aloe skin deep
I enjoy the penetration under my earthly skin.
With the goodness of a sneeze that feels like a sin.
With Poppies and Mushrooms,
my hair I groom.
An inviolate flight on acid.
Skinny dipping in the calmness placid.
I want to touch that elephant in the sky.
Before the illusion vanishes before my eyes.
Pink clouds and fluffy marshmallows.
Purple kittens and rainbow shadows.
Liquid bamboo, and poppies too.
Cocoa mushrooms, to get rid of the flu.
Poppies and Mushrooms, in a jungle beat.
Down my legs, like a dog in rut.
Poppies and mushrooms, and a giant balloon.
Pop one for me, and act like a baboon.
Walk with me across this gingerbread bridge.
Let's use up all the cake in the fridge.
Graffiti and skittles,
While I sing "Hey Diddle Diddle."
Lets follow the unicorn, with green feet.
Poppies and Mushrooms ever so sweet.
Here Kitty Kitty, feel my heart pulse.
Hear me meow and tweet tweet tweet.
Kool-Aid and Hawaiian punch for lunch.
How about some orange Captain Crunch.
Poppies and Mushrooms, from the sky I fell.
Footsteps down the yellow belly tripping trail.
Skip to my Lou, it's time to swallow another pink pill.
And sing me this song, where all these illusions are real.
by;p.d.