Pushing the envelope outside the box
if only here to accentuate
the many ways in which
emu may emulate
by delivering nutrients' benefits
and what's more
help repair with anti-aging hydrate
yet won't clog your pores
they herd the birds in a mob
not a troublesome job or task
with ladle fire pit pot and hob
'How is it collected?' I hear you ask
as allegedly good for the skin
anti-inflammatory emu oil
is scooped off the bubbling surface
when they're brought to the boil
YouTube and Chis Hodge
It came as a surprise to me that Chris Hodge
has been banned on YouTube, a man of knowledge
worth listening to
He is an honest intellectual; as such, it is hard
not to be critical of the Jewish negative influence
in the world we inhabit
Of course, I see on Facebook that I have become
skeptical of, the wiseman Chomsky often appears
his criticism of Israel doesn't plow a deep furrow
The Iranian attack on Israel was a warning
as they couldn't let the Israelis bomb their
embassy go unnoticed.
I fear, since the Jews are always righteous and hard
done by, will retaliate, thinking by pushing the envelope
further, will get the USA involved
This will not be too difficult, as the Jewish lobby
practically runs the US's foreign policy, and for us
who have a dim view of Israel and are not optimistic
Embracing Hope
Miracle Man
2/24/2023
I oft have days when It’s tough to cope,
and I search for a knot at the end of my rope.
That’s when I begin pushing the envelope,
and find myself on the slippery slope.
I found the answer and no longer mope,
the answer was Jesus, He gave me hope.
“When you say a situation or a person is hopeless,
you are slamming the door in the face of God.”.
Rev. Charles L. Allen
I think myself a lucky guy
The more I fail, the harder I try
Success don’t come easy I suspect
Nothing comes from benign neglect
So I keep pushing the envelope
Won’t take no, nada, nil, or nope
‘Til I accomplish what I can
I am such a determined man!
Written November 19, 2022
I reminisce, I miss those good ol’ days long ago
When I was a teenager, carefree and bold
lusting after chicks,
inviting a fracas,
Life was so full of excitement and adventure--
looking over the edges,
taking the high dive,
pushing the envelope,
ignoring boundaries,
going further and further...
and further!
Late night escapes from the bedroom window--
meeting up with friends,
a couple of beers,
joy-riding,
avoiding the cops!
Finally getting my driver’s license after trying
once, twice, third time was the charm!
My first date,
my first kiss,
my first car,
Those good ol’ days long ago, I reminisce, I miss.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
"I Reminisce, I Miss" Contest
March 18, 2021
faces in places
studied moments
in time
portraitures
as still life
breakfast pieces
people in
floating
experiences
translucent beauty
in plein air
blurring the genre
an immediacy
uniquely
his own
pushing the envelope
.. open
If it's going to be
It's going to be me
It's a do it yourself process
That requires personal responsibility
I'm not looking for any handouts
I'm not praying for a sign
I’m pushing the envelope
To make changes in my life
You see in this life you grab it
You hold on and don't let go
You keep pushing and pushing
Be relentless and bold
Be trustworthy
Do what is right
Be tough and compassionate
That's the secret to a successful life
So, if it's going to be
No doubt it's going to be me
Live life with passion
That's my responsibility
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
Our Universe is unimaginably large.
Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy contains hundreds of billions of stars.
Many now believe our universe is but one in an ever-expanding multiverse of limitless size and age.
We live our lives on a mote of material small beyond definition.
How do we square this reality? How do we keep things in perspective? What’s the point really? We are just specks on a speck.
Organized human civilization is maybe 20,000 years old. The industrial revolution only 200 years old, we believed 100 years ago our galaxy was the universe.
Our understanding of reality has come far yet it’s just a pinpoint on an infinite scale of knowledge.
The point I guess is the journey, keeping our existence in perspective, staying humble and keep pushing the envelope of our knowledge.
Pushing the envelope is what I do.
Sometimes I bite off more than I can chew,
but that's how I am and how I roll.
I say what I say with my all my heart and soul.
I admire someone who can bite their tongue,
but if I did that
my tongue would surely belong to a cat!
If I were a lawyer I'd speak for you
if you were weak and small,
but I'm a poet and so I'll say,
"Geezzz, I write what I pleezzz."
I like to push and talk like I did in my youth.
Never mind what they'll say.
Just tell the truth.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Aug. 9, 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
TITLES
Miss Fay’s Day started out well
Thought she might skip out on work to play,
So she covertly leaves her little cubicle, the cell from hell
She really wanted to be a Storm Child Again
Chasing rainbows and pots of gold
Is that such a sin?
Never thought she would be so bold.
Being A Sweet Soul, she spends the afternoon
Wondering if she’ll even be missed
Vigilantly fighting thoughts of impending doom
Thinking if she doesn’t return soon, she’ll be dismissed
Deciding to stay and read Meditations in the Meadow
Fairy sprites provide a patch of moss to cover her toes.
Completely engrossed in meditation, she hears an echo
Is it friend or foe?
Deciding she was pushing the envelope
Returns to her cell in a sea of cubicle cages
She longs to play with the fairies in the meadow
And ponders if she will sing while Enduring The Ages
It seems naughtiness is ingrained in my very soul
Joined “Naughties Anonymous” but I still lose control
Bad to the core
Naughty evermore
For Jan and me, pushing the envelope is our goal
© Jack Ellison 2015
With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
green tips took
form
beneath the softening crust of snow around the
mail
box, a
collage congealed by road salt and sand
buried the early dream of spring in
a
granular mass
My slippered feet sank muddying the soft
sheepskin leather. Joggers pushing the envelope
as well
people the curb
cutting to the heart of the matter
springing forward with a rabid desire to bloom.
*I printed out Charlotte's contest direction and cut out the first word
in each of these lines.
Must thank the censors here on the Soup
Been pushing the envelope lately
Writing some naughties about bums and farts
Allowing me to bend the rules slightly
Letting you know I appreciate your leniently
Like turning a blind eye so to speak
But I have an affinity for off colour stuff
Can leave me trembling and weak
Must take a break in the middle of my writing
To douse my head in cold water
Temperature can reach one hundred and twenty
That's when I'm glad for my walker
So I'm gonna try hard not to be naughty
For me that's really quite difficult
No more bad words like pee, poop and farts
In the future with you I'll consult
© Jack Ellison 2013
never one to play it safe
always bending the rules
always pushing the envelope
using every tool
as I buck the system
fighting predisposed convictions
I don't see this as an affliction
but more of a contradiction
if there is an "out" I'll find it
if there is a line, I'll cross it
if there is a wrong, I'll right it
if there is a border, I'll smudge it
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