I'm blessed to see the curse
Of what has been stollen was reimbursed
What was trampled was light as air
A boring view plagued with flare
In ebon pools of purity
So much comfort in obscurity
In motion to what is frozen
Rejected by what is chosen
I rely on that i can't trust
No passion for what i lust
Jocularity in my sadness
I'm suttle in my madness
What our God is for
Him we always do adore
Love Him more and more
much love God very
all our sins He does carry
is necessary
God our pain does bare
His love is beyond compare
With us He shall share
with God was much wealth
He had helped us with our health
forgave all our sins
Bible God had sent
when we read His document
will know what He meant
when God we sculpted
was mad and had erupted
when we made an idol
we knew that His Son
God made Him our only one
great things They had done
sent by dispatcher
God will be a character
is of high stature
for Him had a thirst
for our sins were reimbursed
God is always first
older and older
sins became big like boulder
bore on each shoulder
Would the Universe permit a small
Discretion... as I lie here cold and grey?
Knowing it be well within its powers...
To grant me one more day.
What would I do with such a boon
To make an Angel beam with pride?
Would I manage some small triumph
Before I finally up and die?
Would I take time to smell the flowers
With one last stroll on Nature's ground?
Would I search the majestic valley
Where the tree of life is found?
Would I avoid the petty narcissism
Threatening to lead my soul astray?
Would some glory be reimbursed in song
To make bold that extra day?
But my universal wish is rather simple
As frivolous needs are born away.
Just return my Earthly Mother...
So we may be together one more day.
The End
Our freezer must always have ice cream.
A low supply sends an alert
But my husband’s last trip to the market
Brought home something called “frozen dessert.”
The packaging looked just like always.
We missed the distinction at first
So we ate it, but knowing the difference,
I thought we should have been reimbursed.
For a “frozen dessert” needs no dairy –
Just some fillers and sugars and oil
As compared to what’s used to make ice cream;
Well, the thought makes my blood start to boil.
Now I’ve learned to read all of the labels
Since dessert-wise, my number 1 goal
Is to know that my favorite flavor
Of ICE CREAM gets put in my bowl.
PUSH
Uphill I saw him push on his wheelchair sweating
Reached out to offer a hand
With a sad face he declined swearing
It’s my burden to carry
Didn’t mind him I push anyways
Let go he shouted, harsh n I shifted
Frozen for a while thinking Why
What happend to his ability?
Now his capabilities got locked dawn his wheels
He told me he was once a king
Now his castle faded
I got places to be n people to see
But with no legs its tough said the man
Down my knees I pray his legs reimbursed
Because his world is rearranged
Life tragedies targeted him for some time
See consequences are relevant to choices
His life choices got away with his limbs
This all began with being unable to refuse
Instead he infused his brains with drugs
Demons became his companion and
They walked hand to hand
The devil doesn’t come in red suits and horns
He has got creative ways to recruit
And innocent souls are falling for it
And for once I think father God
Can learn something Good for the devil
Too many times I've impulsively used a poor choice of words and cursed
I can be a bundle of uncontrollable emotions at the seams ready to burst
I can be a self destructive train wreck of negativity in reverse
Fears and doubts replace confidence some days and words from actions are diverse
A whirlwind of confusion and insecurities in mass overflow dispersed
I sometimes sound like a broken record rehearsed
Still for your precious time you don't wish to be reimbursed
You hydrate my soul and quench my thirst
My fragile heart you keep delicately nursed
As the saying goes they don't deserve you at your best if they can't handle you at your worst
Thank you
When I was a young'un on old Mother Earth
Believe me, this tale was surely an absolute first
She send me an old bag
Whose boobies did sag
Methinks this dude should've been totally reimbursed
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Giver's Heart
Give
and take
in love must
be dispersed so
givers' hearts do not
endure lean hours without
their need of love reimbursed.
Those who take must never reach a
shameful stage of one-way, selfish traits.
Sublime, when give and take are equal weights.
Sometimes this does not balance out because
givers give beyond the gifts they bear,
to feed on crumbs, for without doubt,
hungry takers take more than
their givers' offered share—
tip the scales with gain.
Then givers, weak
and thin, smile
thru their
pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Unrequited Love
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 11/30/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Lessons Learnt In Life
Lesson #4: The heart will always make you look like a fool
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2015
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.
While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017
~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015
lender lends by
expecting return
That is purely a
debt owed by the
other
if reimbursed left
nothing behind
no future dues is
there
If without expecting
anything one helps
Monetary debt may be
repaid back
But of love and kind
that can’t be
except returning
love and respect in
future
A Statue... Man with umbrella
It was May in Lisbon had been walking long sat down on a bench
near a statue of a great Portuguese navigator, resting sore feet.
I had earlier that day bought an umbrella, it broke in high wind
so I put it beside on the bench. A child came sat on my lap and his
mother took a photo, apparently they thought I was a statue too.
A man who was showing tourists around said I was a figure made
by the famous Gabriel Bard. I said nothing since I had lost ability
to speak. In the morning cleaners came hosed me and the other
statue down so we looked spotless and presentable for tourists.
After a month I took the night train home in the knowledge that
my picture was taken a thousand times. In the news, next day
a story of a disappeared statue, the police was on the case.
Gabriel Bard was interviewed, poor man he was almost in tears
and demanded to be generously reimbursed for his great work.
Was the sculptor is a charlatan cashing in on my fame?
suffering by the sentence made,
the pain wave breaks the surface,
the whips cut and the slicing blade,
the masters bloody purpose....
to be owned by the master,
and treated like a curse,
resentment burns hereafter,
karma is ten times worse,
time repays the master,
the next life reimbursed,
not blest with this life with laughter,
so miserable so cursed
"Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter
great poetry mate.....Don Johnson
The more money that I loan you, the more the situation gets worse.
I've loaned you five thousand bucks and I haven't been reimbursed.
I live on a budget and you're getting me into hot water.
You think you're not obligated to pay me back because you're my daughter.
Every time I ask you to pay me back, you hit the ceiling.
Borrowing money and not paying it back is stealing.
To be able to get by, there were several things I had to pawn.
I'm telling you for the last time that this situation can't go on.
Sometimes I can't even pay some of my bills because I'm so short.
If you don't pay me soon, I'll have no choice but to take you to court.
I'm about to go to the poor house, that's the situation that I'm in.
I was foolish to loan you money and I sure as Hell won't do it again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT IT'S TRUE FOR SOME PEOPLE.)
As my soul nears it's journeyed winter resting place
memories of past seasons are thoughtfully traced
footpaths that were traveled which gladdened my heart
grateful of the spring which gave me my start
Honeyed by the bee's attracted too sweet nectar
strengthened by the breeze of Nature's mentor
sweet song of birds adjoining trickling brook
was an opening to me of an Earthly book
Scripted purpose...symbolic in every sign
my soul's perseverance willingly resigns
to the ebb 'n flow of universal currents
energizing forces resolutely meant
Joyful guidance toward long awaited embrace
opportunity beckons,Heaven's consoling face
as our Earth...the nursery of the soul,
proper attention paid,then reimbursed with gold
Summer's sun producing autumn fruit
bountifully doled from beginning roots
gestures solemnizing eventual union
Spirits agape fulfilling another aeon....
(This is a fictional poem)
It's very frustrating because fifteen people live in my house.
Six of them are my relatives and the rest are relatives of my spouse.
We're packed in like sardines and I can't even breathe.
I've tried and tried but I can't get the freeloaders to leave.
They eat all of my food and I've never been reimbursed.
My wife wants me to leave but I was here first.
My brother-in-law got my sister pregnant and she's going to have twins.
I want somebody to shoot me to get me out of this mess that I'm in.
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