Oh Bloom Of Youth….!

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Oh bloom of youth, where are you,
when in a mirror, I do see,
stooped shoulders and a wrinkled face?
Is that image really me?

It was not so long ago,
when my body was young and strong,
and now, I walk so slowly,
one leg, I drag along.

The pains, they lay me low.
And this old heart of mine is weak.
It was only yesterday,
when we danced, cheek to cheek.

Though my body creaks and groans,
and tells me to slow down,
Mabel, come with me,
let’s take a drive around the town.

Sit close to me, my darling,
just as you’ve done through all these years.
And when I turn and look at you,
you’re lost in a haze of tears.

You’ve changed so much my love.
I know every line and wrinkle.
They adorn your beautiful face,
but you’re still my little Twinkle.

We’ve been together for fifty years,
and not many will be that lucky.
The young stare at us with pity,
not knowing that youth ends so abruptly.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

This one is for all of the ageless wonders out there, who stuck in there with each other, through thick and through thin. You didn’t head over to divorce court which basically means, “trade her/him in for something else.” Of course, I do realize that there are other reasons why the divorce statistics are so staggering, but this society that we emulate hasn’t helped. “Throw out the old and in comes the new!,” is today’s mantra.

Well here’s to the ones that bucked the trend. I ain’t among you, more’s the pity. But nevertheless, keep the flames of passion and love burning bright and hold on tight to one another!

…About A Needle’s Eye…

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Who cares about a needle’s eye?
Eternal wealth is what I crave.
I do not care about the poor.
Let them lie in a pauper’s grave.

As you attend your service to god,
You believe in him, you say.
But if you had my wealth,
to whom would you still pray?

Cease with the pretense,
that religion is all about love.
You know there is no heaven,
and no deity from above.

Whenever sheep awaken,
a shepherd is produced,
To keep the sheep in line.
another coma is thus induced.

An awakened world is dangerous,
so we invented a fairytale,
to keep from you the fact,
that there really is no hell.

Could you be kept in line,
if you were wide awake,
and not afraid of any god,
that religion could ever make?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Matthew 19:24- Matthew 19:29
And Jesus said to His disciples, “Truly I say to you, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24″Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

25When the disciples heard this, they were very astonished and said, “Then who can be saved?”…

26And looking at them Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

27Then Peter said to Him, “Behold, we have left everything and followed You; what then will there be for us?

28And Jesus said to them, “Truly I say to you, that you who have followed Me, in the regeneration when the Son of Man will sit on His glorious throne, you also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.…
“And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name’s sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life.…

Now, ask yourself why the Wal-Mart Waltons are holding tight to their wealth. Ask yourself why politicians who avidly profess to being conservative Christians, continue to sell their ‘soul’ for money and tightly clinch to their chest, the bribes and kickbacks they get from lobbyists. Why are Bill and Linda Gates deemed such philanthropists but they are NOT so filled with love that they are concerned about ‘getting through the eye of the needle’ that Jesus Christ supposedly talked about?

Why do the rich seem to not concern themselves with a so-called ‘afterlife’? It is because they don’t BELIEVE in some unseen deity beyond the stars. They know better! But you’ve got to be kept in line, praying to god to fill your empty pantry so that you can feed your children while corporate executives swill the finest wines and eat the choicest of meats and delicacies. Why are they not concerned about getting to ‘heaven’, entering the Pearly Gates, meeting up with St. Peter, ‘getting through the eye of a needle’?

It is because this is all a lie! A big, gigantic lie to keep the sheep, docile with the hope that some deity is going to reward them for the hardships that they endure on this planet and not look at those who have hoarded all the wealth and rise up! Religion is a tool to control people and I’ve got to say, it IS working!

Wake up people! No one is going to rescue you or save you, but you! Stop allowing yourself to be controlled. The shit that the ‘poor man’s Pope adorns himself with could feed a small country in Africa, but you don’t see him refusing to wear it. If Jesus supposedly walked around, attired in a robe with a rope for a belt, is the Pope any better than ‘Jesus’? What is your bishop, reverend, pastor, rabbi driving? A horse and buggy or a Cadillac Escalade? Are they walking? Exactly!

I See My Beauty!

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I was once so young,
but time has a way,
of turning today,
into yesterday.

So many years gone.
Where did they go?
When the clock ticks,
it is an enemy of mine.

Look at these grooves,
in my youthful face,
the purity of my flesh,
sunken and hollow,
the brittleness of
once strong bones.

The gray in my hair,
so vital and thick.
Brown spots cling
to delicate hands.
Thickened ankles
beneath veined legs.
Stooped shoulders
bear the weight of years.

Time has caught up with me
and I cannot outrun its pace.
But I am still beautiful,
though time has marked me.
I know that I am still here,
for I can feel and touch.
And though you don’t see
the beauty I used to be,
I am still beautiful,
and time will never change,
the way I feel about me.

I see my beauty,
in these age spots,
and in my hollowed cheeks.
Beauty is my thickened ankles,
and my wrinkled skin.

I am not in the first blush of youth
as time is a thief,
of the young and of the old,
and I am thankful to be alive.
For time will never stop
and this I know.

But I shall not weep
for what is lost.
So long as I live,
I know that beauty is life
and life is beautiful.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland

Embrace your beauty regardless if you are 9 or 99. As long as you are alive, you are beautiful for life is beautiful and in these trying times with so many losing their lives, do you have any idea how blessed you are to be alive at all? Love yourselves and love life for it is too short to worry about the trivialities of age spots, wrinkles and gray hair.

Expect No Mercy!

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As I look down at the scorch marks on my skin,
I realize that I’ve been to hell again.

The blood stains on my hands won’t wash away.
And when I go to sleep at night, I cannot pray.

On whom could I place the blame for what I’ve done?
From the horrors in my mind, where can I run?

My sins will be judged from high above.
And why from God should I expect undying love?

For I gave no love to enemies I never knew.
So, follow not in my footsteps, for if you do,
expect no mercy from the demons that pursue
your very soul for the innocent that you slew.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I get so damn tired of the hypocrites who claim to be christian and who are the most blood thirsty warmongering filth that ever crawled on this earth. They are a most intolerant bunch of heathens and who preach about God and love but only when it fits in with their agenda. When it comes right down to it, christians are the epitome of hypocrisy. How do you reconcile with yourself when you pick up a weapon and kill? How do you reconcile with yourself over how badly you treat others, those who are not of your faith or who are not of your complexion? How do you get to pick and choose who lives and who dies? Who made you gods? One of the ten commandments is THOU SHALL NOT KILL! So, since you believe in God, hell and the ten commandments, when you kill someone for whatever reason, where are you going? And if you say, “Why, through the pearly gates, for sure!” That makes you not only a flaming hypocrite, but a damn liar as well!

You’d better get all the enjoyment you can out of this life because after they plant your ass, scorched skin’ll be the least of your worries, that is, if you truly BELIEVE in your heaven, hell and god!

That’s Not Love!

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If he calls you out of nowhere,
he’s been having an affair.

Tell him to go to hell.
Drop his lies into a well.
Love cannot wait to call
and will never make you crawl.

A man who takes forever,
in order to get together,
is not in love with you
and does not have a clue.

Love must be earned
and if it is not returned,
don’t sit around and mope,
believe, there’s always hope.

He’s stringing you along
and so you must be strong.
Don’t listen to his shit!
He expects you’ll throw a fit.

Hold your head high,
over him, do not cry.
He isn’t worth your tears.
Don’t give in to your fears.

Remember, it’s his loss.
You’re not a ball to toss.
You’re a lady with a heart,
so play it very smart.
One more page of life’s been turned,
and another lesson learned.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Don’t Play The Fool!

internet dating

If it is on the internet, then we know it must be true.
He says he has no paunch and that his eyes are actually blue.

A size four she says she is, but that was in high school.
Quit believing what you see and don’t you play the fool.

If it sounds too good to you, you should know you’re being had.
It’s safe to say that chances are that he is quite the cad.

I know that I sound jaded and maybe you are right.
But I like to keep it real and save you from a fright.

There’s a whole sea of fish out there whose odor just ain’t nice.
So, save yourself some heartbreak by taking my advice.

Be wary of the oily ones for they are mostly players.
The right one will come along, the answer to your prayers.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Run Wild And Free!

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Search deep inside your soul.
Unlock the purity of your spirit.
Watch it spread its wings and soar,
as you let go of hate and fear.
Turn the tide and embrace love
And watch the darkness fade away.
Peace will be yours to know.
The light of love will begin to grow.
And the child you used to be,
shall once again, run wild and free.

This one forced its way out and I for one am glad that it did because it is needed FOR me. Recently, I have written much on hate and blame and the horrors of what many people are facing, but I must also realize that only ‘love’ can bring us all together. We must strive for love. We must look inside ourselves and find that purity that we were all born with. We were once so innocent and we were taught hate and evil and all things dark. We must somehow find our way out of the darkness. I know only too well that when we look around, all we see is darkness but it should not consume us. As long as we are alive, there is always a chance at new beginnings. If the rulers of this world refuse to look for love, then we will.

Peace and blessings to each and every one of you and please, try and spread love!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

‘Valentine’ the Homeless!

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This would be as good a day as any to take that money that you intend to spend on your ‘valentine’ and spend it on helping out a homeless person and before you start in about how the homeless would just spend it on alcohol or drugs, take a minute and think about what you intend to spend it on. A nice bottle of wine, perchance? Or how about a little pick-me-up pill called Viagra or Cialis? Are they not drugs? You see, when we want to feel all self-righteous about what we do as opposed to what someone else does, then we fail to realize that we are doing exactly what we are castigating others for doing. Most of us have a vice and some of us have more than one. I freely admit to mine. It is champagne and I am going to practice what I preach and ‘valentine’ a homeless person. And it doesn’t matter if you have no ‘valentine’ to celebrate Valentine’s Day with.

The point is that there are people who are living on the mean streets of every shitty city in America and they will not get a box of chocolates, nor will they get a bouquet of hothouse flowers. They will not get skimpy, libido enhancing lingerie. Hell! What would they do with that anyway? If you cannot bring yourself to give the homeless, cash, then why not ‘valentine’ them a gift card? There are gift cards for Starbucks, Ruby Tuesdays, Applebee’s, AMC theaters and a host of other stores and restaurants. Or how about gifting the homeless with a brand new blanket or handing them a cup of coffee or some new socks. No, it will not solve the problem of homelessness, but it will most likely make a difference in their lives to know that someone thought about them for a change. And if you told your ‘valentine’ what you did with the money that you would have spent on him/her, chances are, you’ll both be on cloud nine on Valentines night.

So, this year, why not do things a little differently? ‘Valentine’ a homeless person, it will certainly help them and it wouldn’t hurt you.

Valentine the homeless and make this their day.
Who needs lingerie when you’ve seen it anyway?
Please use your heart and give your lust a rest.
Help the unfortunates, those who aren’t blessed.
That box of chocolates will just make her fat.
And if you give him boxers, he’ll really hate that.
Since you love one another, you don’t need a gift.
But those who are homeless, could sure use the lift.
In the spirit of the day, think of those in the cold.
I said, “Love one another!” Now, do as you’re told!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Since you’re hell bent on making corporations happy, at least try and make it count for something.

I Could Have Been Your Wife

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Oh yes, I’ll be your mistress.
I could have been your wife,
but I held out for far too long
and you got on with your life.

We met again last spring
and with only just one look,
that ole flame did surge anew
and in your grip, my body shook.

I was always first with you.
And you never got over me.
We went in opposite directions.
But now, we’re where we want to be.

When I’m safely in your arms,
I take all I can get.
You know I’m always here
hot and ready and oh so wet.

We’ll make it work somehow,
though we live so far apart.
You say you love me still,
when you leave, you take my heart.

We meet in two short weeks.
I’ll be right by your side.
I could never give you up.
This time, love will not be denied.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

This Is Not The Life I Choose!

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….and so love is not a warm bed,
nor is it socks and shoes
and I must dig in dumpsters.
But this is not the life I choose.

They shun me and they look away,
and I just shuffle by.
And when I settle in at night,
I shrug and start to cry.

No one could possibly know,
how much pain I shield from them
by simply looking at the ground,
while I hum a little hymn.

I hold a paper cup.
And I hope for just some change.
There’s a sharp, cold wind tonight,
and my rags, I rearrange.

Will I get noticed on the morrow,
with a welcome from humanity?
And when the shelter closes,
I’m just another absentee.

I’m a leper and a loser,
a reminder that life’s a bitch.
Who out here would notice me?
Most assuredly not the rich.

Written by,
Shelby I Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland