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You've all heard the expression
“He shoots straight from the hip!”
The official dictionary translation...
“To speak directly or frankly”
Actually I would hope this applies to yours truly
No jazzing, no messing around, no hidden agendas
What you see is what you get
There's too much razzmatazz these days
It time to say what you mean and mean what you say
Be responsible for your actions and words
It will lead to a better understanding
Where we're all coming from
The world needs more openness to advance
Into the unknowns of the 21st century
Straight from the hip!
Inspired by my friend Judy Konos
© Jack Ellison 2014
If the house is yours why are the doors closed?
On the soiled steps, why do you need to sit?
Whom you are seeking, to the sun exposed?
What's your sorrow, yet? Could you share a bit...?
Your child looks at you a little sadly,
Hungry or thirsty, you alone can say;
Things around are maintained a bit badly,
Your cat, as in gloom, does quietly lay...!
Are you waiting for the head, who's your spouse?
Or a guest who promised the arrival;
Why, yet, no joy as though a haunted house?
Are you scared of your very survival...?
Loneliness seems to settle on your face,
This has affected the surroundings too;
Your child and pet look as lacking all grace,
Why all these void, vacuum, cry, and hue...?
Get up, O lady put on faith and hope,
Take with you your child and your little pet;
Walk around; talk to the flowers; there's scope,
Everything, as you think, is not wrecked, yet...!!!
Nothing but...
pure fantasy,
madness
President Trump
still not conceding;
vowing to
fight on...
Biden won,
he lost;
yet still tweets
crass nonsense.
Voters have spoken
You're done, Trump. You just can't
flip...
a won election!
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 12/17/2020
What I want wanted
Is all that I want.
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Girls - girls in Calvin Klein
Thong girls, girls in pink purple
Red Red Red lace girls
Who sit silently in cars
Your windshield
Charm hitting rhythmically the wall
Chokes
Better
Judgement
Like
Victoria Secret lace going for Thirty-Five going for Thirty-Four surely no less than Thirty-Three million lives lost in sweat shops.
Shop Girls!
Sweat Girls!
Red girls in Red shops and Red cheeks
And pretty pink bits
In their pretty pink bits
All lace and want.
You want this delicate labour.
Of skin, of Cotton.
34D and it's made just for you.
This took eighteen years.
You'll find me in my panties drawer
When you like -
Our range is extraordinary.
Have you seen the peach? The clementine?
We don't really sell the pineapple, but you can take her for a spin if you're feeling a little naughty.
Wet baskets spill like the want of your beating wallet.
We cannot deny what we have between us
We’re so perfect for each other and I’m yours
I love you from the bottom of my heart
You complete me and my hearts an open door
Your my Angel your my Princess your my Queen
I hope that I alone can be your prince, your king
I’m infatuated with you, your my goddess
I can’t bear to be apart from you, your my everything
I so much yearn for you when we’re apart
You’ve cast a spell upon me a spell of love
You turn me outside in and inside out
You are my Angel from above
You light up my life, you fill my heart
You’re my everything, Your all I see.
I cherish you like nothing else
Your the only one for me.
#Please_wait_a_moment
Please don't rush to here where I stand, the flames still rages, I fear you might suffer blisters,from fire you lit not, please don't ask why for I might respond with tears, these floors may flood, you need not be here to drown. Please wait, this door behind me still refuse to close, I need time and strength to pull it into its right hinges, so I can correctly turn towards your direction
Please don't trust me, I need to trust myself first , please don't love me, I need to learn again how to love myself first, please wait just this moment, I need to learn first how to wipe first my tears before I can wipe yours too, please I need to make sense of my own thoughts, my own emotions, my own feelings, for everything still rough and formless, it's a mess, you need not to witness, please wait
Please don't rush me, for I may trip a fall, and fail to stand up again, for my bones having fell more , please don't ask me too much questions for I may choke in answering some and start loosing my breath and tears mixing amid, please allow me to breath, to sigh and most to heal, so my wounds won't be contagious to you, please wait, I plea
Please walk slow towards where I stand, these rough patches around me, need a spade first to be cleared, so you be not prickled by thorns you planted not. Wait! just a moment, rush not to love me, it's all broken pieces , all bones and blood gathered on my chest, it's all still a fresh crime scene, please wait, I beg
#Poetic_Ink
When in twenties, I was distressed,
There was so much suffering around, I just couldn't bear it
If God existed, why was he not doing anything
So many unanswered questions
A friend suggested I should read scriptures
In them I understood,
Sin was the cause of miseries
Salvation was the goal of life
Surrender to lord the easiest way to achieve it
One day, I bowed down before the Lord
Told him " I give you my body and mind.
They are yours to use as you want"
Then, the constant struggle began to end my doership
I kept telling myself, I am not doing, God is doing
I should not worry, it is no longer mine
Eng your ego Rama, I kept repeating
As I was struggling to surrender unto the lord,
I heard a voice from within my heart
I knew it was the voice of God.
I was beside myself with joy
This voice has been with me since then whispering to me
Stopping me whenever I am about to sin
It is a proof of presence of God
His agape love for me
This love has been my inspiration for whatever I do it never ceases
So much passionate about my well-being, I am amazed
Reflecting that love in my surroundings, I care, serve, try to be good
God has been with me when I suffered physical and mental agony,
With me when I cried endlessly
His voice within told me, miseries end sins
Once all sins end you will automatically reach me.
Despite suffering, my faith is unwavering
Now I treat pain as gift of God
Understand it is a pathway to reach him
God gives me courage hope and healing
Confidence that I will soon get liberated and reach my home
The voice of God within should stay with me forever
Love of God for me should never cease
These are my only prayers
I have no other desire in life
If suffering can take me to him,
I want more and more suffering
I merely want to reach God,
The only person who loves me truly,
unconditionally!
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"Abandon all varieties of religion and just surrender unto Me. I shall deliver you from all sinful reaction. Do not fear." Bhagavad-Gita Chapter 18, verse 66
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03.05.2021
Contest Name : Agape
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
CONFINEMENT
I was confined in my solitude.
The cloud seams dark
And all hope seams lost!
I was confined in my solitude
It ate me deep, like termites ate the wood.
I was confined in my solitude
I could only see the darkside of life…
He persistently point to me the darkside of life.
I allowed him for so long to play with my emotions.
Cos for so long I believe in his lies…
He gained access so much to it…
He toiled with it…
Battered it…
I no longer have a mind of my own.
Though a tiny still voice keep assuring me,
All will be well…
All will be well…
Remember my promises…
Abraham’s blessings are yours
I will never leave you, nor forsake you.
I tried so hard, to leave my confinement
To believe in His promises
I have stayed too long on this valley
But the reality of my situation
Roars at me like a lion.
It became a battle field of the mind!
Then one thing… just one thing
Gave me key to freedom
The attitude of praise..
The heart of Thanksgiving…
The heart to be grateful!
As I entered into His gate with Thanksgiving
And His court with praise,
Doors were opened…
mountains were lifted…
Valleys were exalted…
Shackles were broken…
Then in my confinement, I became free!
Through my act of praise, I became free!
They call you my ex—
like you were just another chapter,
just another name to forget.
But how do I forget
the girl who made forever feel real?
You weren’t my past.
You were my present,
my always.
The one I whispered dreams to at 2 AM,
the one I laughed with
until my ribs ached and my guard fell.
They say time heals.
But time can’t touch the parts of me
that you etched your name into.
It doesn’t erase your voice
from the corners of my mind,
or your touch
from the quiet spaces of my heart.
I still carry you—
not like baggage,
but like a scar I’m proud of,
because it means I once loved deeply,
and maybe,
was loved too.
So no—
you’re not my ex.
You’re the one I still write about
in the silence,
the one I reread like a story
that never got its final page.
And maybe… just maybe…
some stories are meant to find their ending
in the second draft.
Yours,
Always,
Me
All bark and no bite,
Better is the termite,
For when solid reality,
Invades your psyche,
You’re a dupe, papa Philosophy
Canine guts? the tail tells all,
From where I see, yours is curled.
Just when I trusted your robe,
You’re nothing but a hopeless dope,
With promises like eggs, fruitless kill-hope,
When true wisdom makes its cry,
Your conscience chooses to die,
Dancing to humdrum of gossip,
Sin seduces you in its grip,
The Scroll ignored so then the slip.
And through it all, the tender –
See behind facade, a pretender
Like Mercury said ‘like a clown’
And soon you’re going down,
At Omega’s finale, truth spells at you with frown.