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The world is filled with good people
But sometimes they just lose their way
As newborns, we all start out the same
With the same joy for life and enthusiastic outlook
THEN we grow up and think to ourselves
“WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!
If I'd realized what the world would be like
I'd have yelled...
“ARE YOU NUTS... PUT ME BACK IN!”
Too late, guess I'll just have to make the best of it
So that's the crux of the matter, this whole thing called life
We can choose to grumble about
What we DON'T have, rather than appreciate we DO have
It's the down side of human nature it seems
I choose, and everyone else can
To live life to the fullest with a zest for the simple joys
I hear ya yelling, “GET BACK IN YOUR CAGE!”
No problem, I'm convinced an upbeat and happy attitude
Is what's got me through these eighty years
So when things seem like they can't get any worse
Remember, you can't be put back in
So try to be the best person you can be
And trust me, LIFE WILL BE A BLAST!
© Jack Ellison 2015
What do you see when you see trees?
My eyes travel each trunk and branch.
With feathered leaves in blowing breeze
till the chipper comes with a cranch!
Your details shine with luminescence -
I eschew detail for the essence.
In trees, I just see nature's grace -
' Tis beautiful, like your face!
And then a breath of sweet surcease
as he offered a glance her way –
love and roses budding
Roses die and love will end, so who'll cut the string whereon I suspend?
When a poet puppet dies, it's a smorgasbord for the flies.
I heard that death was coming to you
from the silence right out of the blue.
From whence this sound had come I wondered?
A strange comment from out of the blue.
I turned and saw the apparition.
Why does death come right out of the blue?
Then I saw upon its face a smile
so frightening right out of the blue!
Its jarring humor not surprising.
Its dark soul came from out of the blue.
Ah, I think that I finally see -
Your attention to features and finesse
Sets apart your exquisite poetry,
Such is your eloquent loveliness.
I hope to aspire to the lofty summit,
Choosing words to embellish and describe.
No more, to bland language will I plummet -
From a fountain of words I will imbibe.
Intoxicated in language, enchanting,
Expressing every charming nuance,
Exactly rhyming, evading slanting,
Shall we wax in an enthralling séance?
Now I have been enlightened, let us spin
A verbal tapestry - can we begin?
We could just call the whole thing off,
as we each grab beers for a quaff.
You say potato.
I say tomato.
Is it really worth our scoff?
Ah, beers, is an idea I can accept -
At drinking, not poetry, I'm more adept.
After all this rhyming, I've had enough,
But I think now I'll need some stouter stuff!
It was a cold night, and I hated it,
The church service all in rows,
I contemplated my throat to slit,
But decided not, for my throws.
Dick Saunders was from Sussex,
The British Billy Graham no less,
And if I ever thought of pop or sex,
I’d be scolded and given a caress.
He was holding ten Jesus meetings,
In the Meadows of Edinburgh, a park,
Every night for then and strong feelings,
Were inspired among the church stark.
It was for the people of Edinburgh,
To be told about Jesus and his way,
Called The Way To Life Crusade, ah,
It was so archaic, had Noah’s sway.
I’m disabled so spasm and suffered,
Every Sunday from CP fits, seizures,
From being all tensed up, buffered,
By difficult breathing for hours.
So I knew I couldn’t go to these,
Fundamentalist meetings for so long:
Sequential, asphyxiating with cheese,
Not my choice at all for life song.
But mum and dad insisted I went,
‘Cos he was the leader of the choir,
And mum challenged me each night,
For my decision making time, hour.
So one night I gave in and did submit,
Went along with the whole thing as true,
But I always knew that my spasms, fit,
Caused the acceptance rank and blue.
I had asked my parents courageously, bold,
For a carer for me to stay home from church,
Because I knew that medically I did hold,
But they cleanly just left me in the lurch.
Author Dana Redricks
May 28, 2013
When I look in the mirror do you know what I see, I see this beautiful woman looking back at me, I say to my savior who created everything, thank you for my eyes so brown and beautiful and able to see all the beautiful things you have created and made to be.
I say to my savior thank you for my nose wide and flat and able to smell so strongly and there is only one like mine.
I say thank you for my mouth, my lips made so perfect and defined, my teeth you given me to help digest my food to feed my body and spread some joy, my tongue that taste the many varieties of flavors you have given for my pleasure, and to assist with my speech, my ears so perfectly made to hear and be warned and the gateway to knowledge, and the path to my faith.
Thank you for my hands even thou they are small they can do big things, they are used to praise you, to be a service to others and to help me with my daily life.
I thank you for my hips, my thighs, my legs and my feet, that takes me places and the strength you give me to stand even when I'm hurting and I think I can no longer stand, on them I continue being strong, even thou I am weak.
Thank you for my organs that help run my body like a well refined machine, that does there job to keep my system clean, including the most important part of body not forgetting the brain that is the operator or the whole body and the captain of the whole thing.
Lord you are my Messiah, my king, you alone rein supreme.
Somewhere out west
Stars stated they were the best
Back in the sunshine land
Retribution wrestled with a theatrical plan
Disrupting a championship watched by virtual fans
Before this was going on
Celebrities were two down
Staying calm
Despite this lurking evil bomb
Getting a pair down the stretch
Overtime period slated a nice catch
Stars snuck one in
Sending the Knights home meeting with next of kin
Mrs. Knight who was not a fan
Thought the whole thing was an icy scam
On the mountain top
Her husband heroics ready to stop
Wanting him home
From those obsessed using cell phones
Hearing the call for a simple life
Spent hugging his lovely wife
No kissing any cup
Maybe raise a dog starting as a pup
Cut the hair
Golden locks no longer an affair
Memories worth a share
Especially when joined by friends and family who care
Honeymoon has drawn to a close
Next chapter maybe will have new foes
Written in poetic pose
What it is about? Who knows?
Right now, it is love that shows
Happily ever after I suppose
Author Dana Redricks
May 28, 2013
When I look in the mirror do you know what I see, I see this beautiful woman looking back at me, I say to my savior who created everything, thank you for my eyes so brown and beautiful and able to see all the beautiful things you have created and made to be.
I say to my savior thank you for my nose wide and flat and able to smell so strongly and there is only one like mine.
I say thank you for my mouth, my lips made so perfect and defined, my teeth you given me to help digest my food to feed my body and spread some joy, my tongue that taste the many varieties of flavors you have given for my pleasure, and to assist with my speech, my ears so perfectly made to hear and be warned and the gateway to knowledge, and the path to my faith.
Thank you for my hands even thou they are small they can do big things, they are used to praise you, to be a service to others and to help me with my daily life.
I thank you for my hips, my thighs, my legs and my feet, that takes me places and the strength you give me to stand even when I'm hurting and I think I can no longer stand, on them I continue being strong, even thou I am weak.
Thank you for my organs that help run my body like a well refined machine, that does there job to keep my system clean, including the most important part of body not forgetting the brain that is the operator or the whole body and the captain of the whole thing.
Lord you are my Messiah, my king, you alone rein supreme.
Another crack is in the concrete
More seepage from the Dam
How many will be in the way
When the whole thing crashes in
So many with an opinion
On things they do not know
With no one who is willing
To take the time to plug the hole
Do we not see the flood of ignorance
Bursting at the seams
I believe this time the sky falling
Whether or not the chicken screams
Blind in our understanding
Destruction will clear the path
The Dam is clearly bursting
Is it too late to hold it back
What we need as a people
Is the wisdom to come together
To help stop the Dams destruction
Instead of blaming its construction on each other
CHERRY PIE
I’m sitting here in my cool room
On a quiet rainy day
Spending my time reading
Thinking about Cherry pie
I’m feeling sleepy
Haven’t had much to eat
Cat is fast asleep in my recliner
I’m walking in my neighborhood
I’m letting my thoughts drift
I’m walking too far
I want to go back
I’m feeling lonely
Yesterday the sky was pale and grey
All I can see is a red cherry tree
I’m thinking about warm pie
Pie in the morning evening and night
But all I see a lonely pie tree
Cherry Pie so pretty the filling so hot and delicious
The fruit right off a tree
Cherry Pie fly here to me
And land in my kitchen
Be golden brown and hot
I could eat the whole thing
But the fruit of the filing
Is just so hard to find-I love Cherry Pie!
Too many think that they are God
Too many think that they know God
Too many think that they see God
Too many talk like they know God
Too many sins
Too many Satans
Too many prosecutors
Too many executors
Too many judges
Too many smudges
Too many think that they are right
Too many, for the wrong reasons, fight
Like there is no tomorrow
What a shame! What a sorrow!
Too many think that they know more than they know
Thank God, they can barely see the peacock and the crow
In front of their nose. The dagger behind the head is not
Under the radar. The moon sees everything. The sun is hot
For countless unexplained reasons
Both have an innocuous impact on the seasons
Too many false geniuses
To many mad scientists
Too many strange analysts
With worthless doctoral degrees
Human being is a thinking piece of meat
With unusual behaviors that meet
No coherent criterion, and at times violate
Rules, laws, theorems and the advices of the prelate.
Too many think that they are God
And few are willing to obey the commandments
Too many think that they know God
And few honestly believe in the testaments
Too many think that they know God
And they die and disappear like the smoker's puff
Too many behave like they know God
Think about the whole thing: honestly, this is playing bluff.
Copyright © April 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Where inside your prayer life
Do you find that you are at
Do you make it clear as you bend Gods ear
What you say is what you meant
Do you toss requests to Heaven
In hopes that they will stick
And before too long you move along
Forgetting most of them
Or do you wake up each new morning
And thank him for this day
Saying keep an eye on me in word and deed
In all decisions that I make
Do you thank God for your meals
After you've commenced to stuffing face
With a good food, good meat, good God let's eat
And consider that saying grace
Or do you pray dear Father save me
Mostly from myself
And may your kingdom come your will be done
This day above all else
Do you tell those you know with little hope
That prayers are on the way
Then in the next blink forget the whole thing
And go merrily on your way
Or do you give God thanks with all your might
In every circunstance
From the moment that you wake up
Till the time you lay down your head
Do you kneel at night at your bedside
And think about your aching knees
With a quick amen you jump right in
And in seconds you're sound asleep
Or do you always pray for others
That salvation will abound
That they'll see the light in Jesus Christ
The only true light that counts
So when you pray do you know which way
That you bend your knees
Are your prayer days filled with praise
Or are they given out selfishly