Come October and things start to change,
In the natural, and spiritual range.
Life too is full of changes and seasons,
Do not loose joy - there are good reasons.
A cheerful heart is good like a medicine,
We are called to enjoy life’s regimen.
People are in our lives for a reason,
Some lifelong but others for a season.
Some people will not walk with you for your Now,
But you can be important for others – let God show how.
Prayerfully and divinely connect,
For there is the key to our future, direct.
Keep fervent in love for one another,
For you cannot go wrong - brother and sister.
With loving and investing in people,
You only build a life so strong, not feeble.
For God is love and God so loved the world,
That He gave His Son - His only begotten One!
the first week
is absolute hell ...
"gym rust"
an enemy
one must doggedly...
battle and
conquer;
challenging,
no doubt,
but a fight...
worth fighting.
with consistency
one starts to see results
if...
weight loss is top goal.
(yalto)
AC Benus translation of "O süßer Tod"
by August von Platen
O mellifluous death, who stiffens most men,
You've received but artless tribute from my tongue,
For often I've yearned for you since I was young,
And for the slumbers nothing can wake again.
You sleepers you, the ground covering deep when
The eternal lullabies lured and were sung
So you gladly shunned the cup of life and swung
Its taste round me like some bitter regimen?
You masses too I fear the world has deceived,
As your best intentions, thwarted and betrayed,
Crushed fondest hopes as no one might have believed.
In sum, blessèd are we beseeching death's blade,
Knowing how our desires are heard unreprieved,
And each heart must get cleaved 'neath an earth-turned spade.
There are good days
when poetry leaves me alone
and there are bad days
when I want to write a poem,
but nothing comes out.
Let me tell you a little bit
about that nothing,
it's all about a life review,
there is so much I never want to feel
again...
do you?
Now I'm on that eight hour regimen
that tiny life sustaining pill.
Look -
I can stand, walk, reach again.
I know that eight hour mark,
the loss of Independence
the loss of pain.
I could go now if I wanted to,
but love keeps me here.
I am Earthbound.
tied and tethered
by love.
A sonnet for Gender Inequality.Hope you will enjoy it.
Imbalance
O boy, O boy whom to confront,
They reckon we are unequal, it's sheer pretension.
We are par above the so-called male ideology,
We are the same with only different biology.
O boy, O boy whom to share our hue,
They differ us as pink, they remain blue.
We have an extremely high potential in various chores,
Don't disregard us society, We are more competent to roar.
O boy, O boy whom to mumble our gripe,
Our signs itself depicts we stand upright.
The male symbol goes haywire in the shade,
But we are firm with an " O "and standing down with pride.
O boy, O boy whom to call our own in this world,
Where the patriarchal regimen takes the swirl.
We are multi-talented you see,
We can work at the office and still manage the hierarchy.
O boy, O boy whom to scream and groan,
Who will end this grievance which is undoubtedly wrong?
We are like sweet streams made by our Almighty,
We will combat, make our path, and accomplish our liberty.
Seems to me a veteran from when he enlists, to when he falls, shouldn’t be asked, once again, to wait behind any redlines. Understand that order must be maintained , that of course is the name of the game. But isn’t there a better way, then to draw another line in the sand, delaying their day. Why not let them move on their own, to a waiting room to the left or right. Give them back a little independence lost, along with their sight. Why not remind them in a subtle, but meaningful way, they have left behind, the regimen, of their bygone day.
I must remember
While I may become greatly enthused
By an idea, belief, program, regimen, book, or diet
And though I may contribute these passions where needed
I must not become disappointed or upset
When they go unheeded
For there are many paths to joy in this life
September 23, 2018
In the distance they faded
the sounds
soft stony drum rolls
surging surf roiling
gulls shrieking
above the fear
dreams of distant shores
promises
of freedom
a better life
enticed them
realities regimen
dictated – flee
escape, protect
the dreams
that challenge
the will
to do
dark seas and darker skies
survival’s test
of heart
of self
of god
to creep
through roiling surf
voices hidden
in stony drum rolls
praising
whatever is left
to believe in
huddled
in anguished thought
of distant shores
©6/18/2018
for Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Magdalen longed to become a Parisienne
Unfortunately she felt more like a prairie hen
Working earnestly for the county’s aldermen
Tallying hydrogen nitrogen oxygen
Overseeing regimen and specimen
All lined up under lights of halogen
At times she closed her eyes and said amen
Holding her magical fountain pen
Writing poetry about way back when
She dreamt of being a beautiful Cheyenne
Canoeing down the river Darien
Banked by miles of green magnificent glen
She had countless fantasies since she was ten
Flying as free as a sweet wren again and again
But Magdalen always longed to be a Parisienne
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Throughout the night distressed, unblessed by sleep,
I turn and writhe and toss, and vainly watch
The seconds and the minutes slowly stretch
To hours; and long since done with counting sheep,
Despair of morning. All alone I pitch
And sweat and wanly see the clock-hands sweep
Inexorably on. And so I keep
Unwilling vigil, condemned to spend such
Nights of restless exile. For I worry:
They’ve sent you overseas, and now you fight
A foe implacable and alien…
Stars and moon speed overhead, and teary
Spells will increasingly become my plight,
While anxious waiting is my regimen.
This Petrarchan sonnet is a variant on the model -- some half-rhymes and a scheme of abbabaab cdecde
7/8/17
Laughing when others crumble
So very far from trustful
Time I cause you trouble
And make you struggle
Whether or not it makes you humble
A swinging pendulum
I'm being genuine
Here with a second wind
And sudden surge of adrenaline
Come get a taste of your own medicine
Since you're daily regimen
Has been taking advantage of denizens
You'll eventually be food for nature, including pelicans
The outside soft like gelatin
And inside hard because of the skeleton
A world so chaotic and hectic
Catch you when you least expect it
Without a question
Not going to teach you a lesson
Or send you a message
But maybe you'll find out if there is hell and heaven
Or other dimensions
Without talking to a reverend
When shrapnel is imbedded
Or after you are beheaded
Some would describe me as an adonis
Now that's going a little over the top-is
A gorgeous specimen
I stick to my regimen
Eating fruits and yummy grasses>center>
Ethel called up Lucy
and didn't think twice,
asking her friend Lucy,
for health advice,
feeling under the weather,
and running out of fuel,
thats why she depended on Lucy,
she'd know just what to do,
so Lucy mentioned to Ethel
her own new health regimen,
which she started today
taking 2 tablespoons after
every meal of vitameatavegamin,
then Ethel noticed that
Lucy's speech was a little slurred,
thats when Ethel decided to visit
her friend and make a house call,
walking into Lucy's apartment
and seeing Lucy sprawled
out on her kitchen floor,
with the vitameatavegamin
right by the door,
Ethel helped Lucy sit down
at the kitchen table,
and grabbing the vitameatavegamin
she read the bottle label,
claiming if you poop out at parties,
this vitamin is ideal for you,
and in small print it also read,
alcohol 100 proof!
Addendum: The one "I Love Lucy" episode about vitameatavegamin is one of my faves!
Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen
Go in op of your creatures that lurk in
The shadows I know you've found more
Monsters than the world knows and the
Labyrinth of your coven remains legend
Since many hundred years ago and the
Rumor goes your lair has many bottomless
Pits of where dragons, werewolves and
Selchies dwell within the gates of hell...
Well so I've heard and it's been told in the
Scroll and if any Dog Soldier breaks his oath
Of silence he'll find himself food for the
Wild and savage ones I used to think it's
Was folklore until I myself became joined
The brotherhood well what have I done
I thought it would be all in the name of fun
Somehow they found out I was an English spy
For Queen Victoria, somebody will be swinging
By a tree tonight in Craig de Num but I'm not afraid
For her royal highness and England so go ahead and
Kill me but you'll only be diggin' your own graves
In case of my death the British army has orders to move
In and invade your secret society of dog soldiers and
Ancient Scottish regimen!
Some would describe me as an adonis
Now that's going a little over the top-is
A gorgeous specimen
I stick to my regimen
Eating fruits and veggies and yummy grasses
© Jack Ellison 2016
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