A happy twenty twenty five
Let that smoldering that remains alive
Find the fanning winds that revive
And stoke the fire into thrive
That it may warm and light without strive
May thy wishes merge with will
And may God grant you zeal
As he hastens his covenant deal
With blessings upon blessings for your fill
One here and another hot on its heels
Be one with your Maker
The Messiah, our breaker
Who is immensely a Giver than a taker
Who turns any gambling stacker
To a sure and certain mover and shaker
*HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2025*
K. Muitherero
More creative than the wildest schemes
Power released in sudden splendid splashes,
Determined to succeed in gushing streams
The human spirit like brilliant lightning flashes.
Indisputable and determined against assault
More creative than the wildest schemes,
We see it in the smallest child and oldest adult
Heart and soul of all their imaginative dreams.
Seen clearly in most underprivileged extremes
Who frequently struggle to overcome their fate,
More creative than the wildest schemes,
The indomitable human spirit will always elevate.
Uplifting the soul to acknowledge its Maker
Sometimes appearing unexpectedly, it seems
But always there, deep inside, a mover and shaker
More creative than the wildest schemes.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 13, 2022
Submitted to: "The Human Spirit" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I've been wild and crazy
A loose goose on the rampage
I partied and pleasured
And played
Rolled time up in a tight coil
Squeezing everything out
Tied the knot firmer
Stretched to the limit
Struggled wholeheartedly
With every endeavor
Pushed to my limit
Like a steamroller
Straightening and smoothing
The road ahead of me
Never looking back
Closing all the doors behind me
Before crossing the next bridge to burn
And turning the next corner
Rocking the boogie of bash
Now
Older worn and riddled
No desire - No regrets
Fastened and trussed in old blue PJ's
Watching the birds flicker
Wafting the sweet scented flowers
Taking in the air
Sitting on the same road
Not moving
This fidgety gray curmudgeon
Rocking in my chair
Still a mover and shaker
With many, many stories to share
April 26, 2020
Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
Are you the person that invents the problem?
Or are you the problem decoder?
Do you put the effort into creating happy and free?
Or are you the annoying freeloader?
You see, often people put heaps of effort into
Avoiding things needing to be sorted.
Instead of just doing it right the first time,
They attempt to have it aborted.
“But I can’t do it now”, “If I do that then this’ll happen”,
“There is no other way”.
“It can wait till tomorrow”, “I’m just on the phone”.
It’s all just a big delay.
This effort to abandon and energy to prevent,
It drains the mover and shaker,
Taxing free thoughts to improve and focus
On being a creator and maker.
So if you feel the need to devise excuses,
Using selfish and see through expressions.
Just remember that you might be exhausting Monet,
Trying to create Impressions.
It's a cold and rainy, nasty old day
Methinks I'll just stay inside today
Dream about love and happy things
Things that make my old heart sing
Recalling the joyous days of my youth
Wasn't outgoing, a surprising truth
Wasn't until very many years later
Finally became a mover and shaker
Now it's impossible to keep me down
Known worldwide as a bit of a clown
Happy as poop in this role that I'm cast
I'm a No.1 clown right down to the last
Sometimes I'll still write about mush
Remember the feeling and start to gush
Now I remember that familiar old stirring
Suddenly the feeling is recurring
So I sit for a while and think about nature
Cause now I'm known as The Lone Ranger
© Jack Ellison 2015
It's a cold and rainy, nasty old day
Methinks I'll just stay inside today
Dream about love and happy things
Things that make my old heart sing
Recalling the joyous days of my youth
Wasn't outgoing, a surprising truth
Wasn't until very many years later
Finally became a mover and shaker
Now it's impossible to keep me down
Known worldwide as a bit of a clown
Happy as poop in this role that I'm cast
I'm a No. 1 clown right down to the last
Sometimes I'll still write about mush
Remember the feeling and start to gush
Now I remember that familiar old stirring
Suddenly the feeling is recurring
So I sit for a while and think about nature
Cause now I'm known as The Lone Ranger
© Jack Ellison 2013
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