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Jack Aylward Dec 2018
Please be warned everyone to be on your guard when dealing with this person, Marie Lewis from Elgin on Facebook Marketplace or anywhere else. She obviously has something wrong with her. She sold me an item recently, namely a shell type Art Deco lamp and claimed it was genuine. It turned out to be both fake and broken. When this was pointed out to her Lewis became extremely abusive and threatening sending me endless messages containing increasingly vitriolic abuse termed in illiterate pidgin English which is apparently her usual style. I have counted circa 18 such messages since I first expressed my concerns to her. She could not even spell her own postal address properly and it's difficult to comprehend her broken English. I believe that she has treated other people this way. I stand by my claim that this item is fake and if it is genuine as she claims then she is guilty of selling an item belonging to an endangered species a matter that will have to be reported to the authorities. I thought there was something wrong with this person when she sent the fake item to me wrongly addressed and before I could even pay for it. I had only expressed an interest in this item. She subsequently sent me demands for money couched in threatening terms. I will now have to send this item back to this person who even mispelt her own address which I had to research again. She continues to send me abusive messages and photos and unfortunately has my private address. Be warned everyone! Jack in Perthshire.
Please be warned everyone regarding this person, Marie Lewis she is dangerous
Called Otherland
From old green hills
Pray kept or creeping
Or keeping still
Oh so the worry
More so the ought
Tender and hurried
Also the knot
Away on skyline
Up close unwaiving
Flounced in the grey
Fraught from saying
Better to die me
Bitter the notion
Across Otherland
To answer oceans
CS Lewis used to talk about the sweeping beauty that connected heaven and earth.
MARK RIORDAN Aug 2017
JERRY LEWIS HAS PASSED AWAY
A GIANT AND COMIC GENIUS
THE LAST REMAINING MEMBER OF THE RAT PACK
HE NEVER TOOK LIFE TO SERIOUS



HIS PARTNERSHIP WITH DEAN MARTIN
MADE LAUGHTER A CONTAGIOUS DISEASE
WHEN EVER THEY PERFORMED TOGETHER
THE LAUGHTER BROUGHT YOU TO YOUR KNEES



HIS DEDICATED WORK FOR RAISING MONEY
HELPED MANY A CHILDREN'S HEART
HE RAISED MANY HUNDRED MILLIONS OF DOLLARS
SO LOVING FAMILIES WOULD NEVER PART



LAUGHTER BRINGS A WARMTH TO YOUR HEART
JERRY LEWIS DELIVERED IT WITH LOVE
HIS SKILL AND BRILLIANCE WILL ALWAYS BE
SHINING ON US FROM ABOVE
ONE OF THE GIANTS OF COMEDY HAS PASSED AWAY. JERRY LEWIS AND DEAN MARTIN A COMBINATION OF SHEER BRILLIANCE.
I am sorry

It wasn't my intentions,
It wasn't something I've planned
to happen,
I never meant to hurt you,
I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry,
It just happened
By the blink of an eye,
It came to me as
a distraction of
a beautiful day,
Which I'm still talking
about even today,
in this month of may,
I do wish to so those guys
to pay
for what they did to you.

I did saw those guys
what they did to you,
I did saw how you were
tortured by those guys,
I did saw how painful
it was,
****!, those guys
lost their brains
they nearly killed you
In front of my very eyes,
But because I was so
afraid
and so stupid to help,
I did panic,
And so afraid to get into trouble,
I didn't bother to tell the cops,
I didn't try to give them
a clear statement,
Everything was complicated
like a sentence
without a space,
And confusing like a question
without answers,
I saw what happened to you,
I did saw when those guys
put you in the boat,
I was just a state witness
for you to stay stressless
but I thought it is so harmless
to confess,
To take you out of this mess.

I'm so sorry,
I know if I was victimized
you wouldn't hesitate
or panic to tell the state,
If I did tell the cops
none of those people
could've ran away,
With no punishment
for what they did to you.

I'm sorry,
I'll keep on praying for you
since you are still in a coma,
In I.C.U ,
Where I see you,
So conscious
and so paralyzed physically
and mentally,
Be strong, I know
you will overcome all the battles
of your life,
Seeing you lying on the
hospital bed it is painful,
And so hurtful
and also heartbreaking.

I believe you'll make it,
And your hope,
you won't fake it,
And the life test
you'll pass it.

I'm sorry

Written by: Lewis DaLyricist

All Rights Reserved
©CopyRighted 2017
Be strong, I know
you will overcome all the battles
of your life,
it is painful,
And so hurtful
and also heartbreaking I know...

I believe you'll make it,
And your hope,
you won't fake it,
And the life test
you'll pass it.
One day

One day I'll be no where
to be found,
I'll be in a place
which I understand better,
I'll be no where to be found,
A place where I'll find
my self,
A place where I'll
define my self,
Accept my self
the way I am,
And the way I make decisions
with no divisions
to stop my visions.

One day I'll be in gone,
I'll be in
a place where I'll have
my own meeting alone,
One day,
I'll be no more,
I will not be found
even in the coffin,
I will not be found
even in a mortuary.
Like I said,
just to remind you,
Please scroll  back and
read my first line,
I said "I'll be no where to be found"
so don't expect
to find me one day,
Cause I'll be gone.

I will not be found,
Even in hospitals
I will not be found,
Even in prison
where a discipline
and a lesson lives,
Nor person
will find me.

I'll be searched from North
to South,
I mean from where the sun
is born
and to where it dies,
Even at church,
a place of wisdom
and spiritual freedom,
Where lies the Gospel
of self-respect
And faith,
The faith that rise
like dust
and meets the sky,
From holy to glory,
I won't be found.

You'll search me like a rare treasure,
You'll search me like a gold in mine,
You'll remember me
since the picture cannot give
a reply,
And tell where I am at.

One day,
No one will know exactly where I am,
A picture might be plugged
with my name on it
around corners
and written "Wanted" or "Missing",
All you have to do
is to scroll back and read my first line,
just to remind you that "I'll be no where to be found"
No matter what you try.

Don't waste any seconds
which can't be measured with a glass
of water,
Spend each time with me
and don't miss any joy
I share with you,
Cause one day I'll be gone
and not be found.

One day.
  

by Lewis DaLyricist

All Rights Reserved

© Copyrighted 2017
This poem talks about a man who has loosen his hope to his loved ones and decided to leave them....to a place that is no were to be found....
Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

A truck driver from Tupelo

A pop band from the 'pool

A superstar from Hoboken,

And one...the King of Cool

The superstar from Hoboken

Became the Chairman of The Board

If you made it into his 'rat pack'

You knew you'd really scored

His movies and his music

Made him the world's number one

But he had to minimize his world

When someone stole his son

His boy was kidnapped, truthfully

Back in 1965

And through his contacts in the mob

He got his son back home alive

This is the price of fame folks

Behind the glitter and the glam

They've got to have their safety

But the fans don't give a ****

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

The Memphis Mafia gave protection

To The King of Rock and Roll

But, by choice his world got smaller

And he went into a hole

He built a house in Memphis

To protect him from his fans

And thanks to Dr. Feelgood

He died a lonely, broken man

He couldn't live the life he earned

He was a prisioner instead

It's a shame he has more value

Now that he is dead

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

He'd a partner and was cool

He was suave and sang songs

And he worked with a "fool"

They conquered the nightclubs

They were known near and far

But his created alter ego

Lived his life at the bar

He ran with Frank Sinatra

He was the King of Cool

But when The Chairman started lessons

Dean was right there in his school

The Beatles broke in Hamburg

But way back in sixty two

Their bubble was just forming

There was nothing they could do

They lived their life behind the scenes

For when they did go out

The girls would all go crazy

And the world would twist and shout

Privacy came hard for them

They went four separate ways

These four young men from Liverpool

LIved life inside a maze.

It's sad that adulation

takes their freedom, makes them hide

But they're safer locked away from us

They're safer locked inside

Prisoners of their own success

Their world's  now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble
Bison May 2016
Slow depth and hearts breadth
It's a golden show, how little we know
I, I wonder wonder just a little bit
Bit by bit we fall in to the grace of love
So much more, a morning rose before
Time is wandering and my feet faltering
Will seek the end of my becoming
Becoming myself in the Great Belief

Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair

Better now than before the open door
Show the light unto the dark of this world heart
Watch it bleed and howl with me
A savior is hidden in the stranger from the well
Draw the love into the light and quell your desire
Desire is the death of acceptance

Further up and further in
I swear I saw you in that lion skin
And I could not explain my wild cares
As I rest upon the tarnished chair

Let me bend to break and burn this stake
I've found all my rivers amongst your veins
Now we're feeling free of the oppression
Now we're oppressing our living frame

No voices come from the wood oh but what voices could
Surely those brittle trees, and those buzzing bees
I, I hope hope you will find
Find me dreaming of your graceful song
So much less, the empty minds blessed
Truth is eternal keeper and dear sleeper
Will breathe the dream of undoing
Undoing the Great Deceit

Further up and further in
Again and again
Until the end
Just more nonsense. Needs some work.

A few C.S. Lewis references involved here. As well as some Hesse. And Tagore.
A B Follie Jan 2016
Life, what is it but a dream?
Things are never what they seem:
Masquerading moonlight schemes.

Dreaming as the summers die,
Straining for the heron's cry,
Echoing the endless, "why?"

Lovingly shall nestle near
Each evasive leeching fear
Roaming round this earthly sphere.

Never seen by waking eyes
Is the maiden fair with lies,
Turned away with every tide.

Autumn frosts have slain July.
Springtime hearts that should not sigh
Walk into the wintertime.

Pleased a simple tale to hear,
Loath to drop a burden dear,
The tired, twisted whisperer.

In an evening of July
Souls are lit by fireflies.
Time alone will make them wise.
Inspired by "Alice's Poem" by Lewis Carroll.
Robert C Howard Mar 2014
homage to Wallace Stevens

I - My Focus pistoned up the rise
      and all at once, the Rockies -
            silhouettes against the western skies.

II - On the road to Boulder
      a pleated ridge crawls north
            like a blue whale bound for the open sea.

III -  Appalachia's intoxicating verdure
      never fails to induce in us
            a certain mellowing of the spirit.

IV - You 'conquered' my North Face, did you?
      Why, I should skewer your arrogant ***
            like a holiday lamb culled for the sacrifice.

V - Lewis and Clark looked west
      surveying the Bitterroots' frigid expanse.
            Farewell Northwest Passage!  

VI - Pueblos stranded on Enchanted Mesa -
      their rock stairs crumbled to the valley floor.
            Should they dive to their death or starve?

VII –Touristas at Big Bend Park
      wonder at its pastel window -
            its romantic haze a toxic gift
      from stacks across the Rio Grande.

VIII – The once mighty Ozarks humbled by age,          
      dwarfed by the youthful Rockies.
            Listen up, youngsters, your time will come!

IX – We de-bussed to seize the dolomites
      with our hyper-kinetic shutters.
            Pausing for a draught of Italian air,
      I felt the whack of an Alpine snowball.

X - Before Oregon's crater had its lake,
      the mountain scorched the village below.
            Today its azure waters preach only serenity.

XI – Looking down from Shissler peak
      to the golden meadow below
            where the elk herd calmly grazes.

XII – Do mists veil the Blue Ridge Mountains
      or are there really no mountains at all -
            only clouds decked out in mountain attire?

XIII – They say that peaks more steep than Everest
      soar up from the ocean floor.
            Who will scale their sunken heights?

May 28,  2010 – Boulder Colorado
Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems
pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com
Robert C Howard Aug 2013
Western Sources

Mist, rain and snowmelt gather
And soak the Montana crests.
A trio of rivulets carves the slopes,
Grow to rivers that braid into a single course
And the Missouri is born at Three Forks.

Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt,
Kneel and cup their hands
To raise life giving liquid to their lips
While horses bow beside them
Bellies filled with the refreshing waters.

The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands,
Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls,
Churns on the rocks below
And drives inexorably toward the sea.

*Mandan and Sioux


Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village
Intertwining with the riffling music of the river.
By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit
To share with his Shoshone child-bride.
Sacagawea sings softly beside him -
Charboneau's son stirring in her womb.

Sioux warriors on horseback
Stand guard by the shores.
How many travelers have passed?
How many are yet to come?
Beyond the rolling hills
A buffalo stumbles and falls
Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears.

Boats in the Water

At *River du Bois
where the Missouri
Collides with the Mississippi,
Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars
To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream -
Their keelboat laden with sustenance,
Herbs, weapons and powder.
They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives
And cast bronze medals to give them
Bearing images of their "Father in Washington"
That none had asked to have.

*May,  2004
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