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Just an Old Memory

She’s just an old memory of a younger man’s dreams
An image of love hard to find
I can still see her eyes, taste the joy of her lips
In the deep recesses of my mind
Hair that was flowing, a smile that was glowing
An angel with earthly charms
Felt her heart beat in the tropical heat
Got lost in her loving arms
Sometimes I wonder if it was only a dream
An old sea story that I told
But I remember those eyes like a radiant beam
A treasure greater than gold
I wonder now if she waited on shore
With the fire in her heart still burning
And I wonder if there were tears in her eyes
Realizing I would not be returning
She’s just an old memory that haunts me today
A storybook love affair
A blanket, a beach and two bodies entangled
On a tropical island somewhere.


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The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


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Memories



Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce About this and that, about life and love Watching a robin take its first flight Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree The sun coming out from behind the clouds The gentle breeze blowing the leaves in fall The gentle snow flakes softly falling in winter Covering the ground like a warm blanket Or is it the laughter of a baby The purring of a kitten The sound of cows mooing in the field The twinkling stars on a warm summer's eve A shooting star The hum of the city Which tells us we're one of many Enjoying life on this amazing planet of ours The roar of a jet engine Taking people away on a happy vacation The sound of a marching band The smile on the cashiers face As she wishes you a great day So many images throughout life Remind us how amazing it is to be alive To experience these simple pleasures To conjure up these amazing vignettes Of the wonders we see and feel every day I still remember my very first day at school That was seventy-three years ago But it's just like it was yesterday Attending my very first baseball game And none other than Jackie Robinson Playing second base for the Montreal Royals In his very first professional game I could go on and on but as I age My memory is not as reliable as it once was Memories are wonderful to try to hold on to To look back on a life filled with happiness and joy Of course, there were some sad times But they were far outnumbered By just the simple pleasures we all experience My life was amazing! © Jack Ellison 2014


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Straying Juvenile

My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up,  you brought me "pain"  fully
I myself struggled through  constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me
I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold 
Today I had to repair,  Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday
I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are
You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way




I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid

You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules
Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools

I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole
The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul

You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well

You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief
I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief

I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back
The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack

The offer that they offered me,  was one,  to not refuse
Return the goods the "bastard took"  or read it in the news

If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear
If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear

I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid




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He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


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A Letter To My Hero

  


November 19, 2001


Dear Doc and Doris,

	It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you. I believe it was some years ago at the Sims reunion. That was several years before we moved here to Florida after my retirement.

	I talk to Dorothy and W. D. fairly often and got your address from them a couple of months ago.  I also have a recent picture of you that was taken at Mike’s funeral in Marlow.

	I suppose it was something about that picture that caused me to begin reflecting on when I was a kid in Cameron many years ago.  We lived down below the railroad tracks there just south of the jailhouse.  I was just a kid 6 or 7 years old. Then later we moved to Houston where Dorothy and Daddy went to work in the shipyard.  I remember during those years thinking often of my cousin Carl Sims and his brother Melton Sims who were far away fighting the war against the Germans in Europe.  I still have pictures of you somewhere showing you in your uniform.  Doc, I remember how proud I was to tell everyone about my cousins in the army and how I wanted to grow up and be a soldier and fight the Germans.  

	In the last couple of years those memories have been revisited with the release of the movies “Saving Private Ryan” and even more recently, “Band of Brothers.”  Having never experienced the horrors of war, I look upon these two movies as the most realistic presentation of wartime action ever made.  Even at that, I’m sure they haven’t portrayed what it was really like. 

	Doc, I write you now having much more hindsight than when I was an impressionable kid.  But the years have not robbed me of the pride I have in calling you my hero. I think of those years when I was but a child and you, a young soldier. I remember how excited I was to hear any news about my cousins in the army. And I remember the sadness in hearing of Melton being killed in action. 

	Though time has painted a different picture for each of us, those things that linger in our memory can still be seen through the eyes of a child and a young soldier. I look at that recent picture of you and still see my hero. I see a young soldier in uniform and feel the same pride well up inside a young kid in Cameron.  
	
Doc, I wanted you to know these things.  I could have kept them hidden inside my heart and never told anyone.  But, they are mine to do with as I please. And I choose to send them to you and Doris with the love I have for you. As Christians, we know that the love we are sharing in Jesus Christ will be eternal. I believe the respect and admiration I hold you in for what you did will also last forever.  

	Maybe we will get back to Texas one of these days.  If so, I hope to have the time to come by Mexia and see you.  If not, who knows, someday a kid may tug on the sleeve of a young soldier. The young soldier might turn to find a freckle-faced kid, joyful in the presence of his hero.

	Doc, if not before, I’ll see you in Glory. I send you respect and most of all, love.

With eternal admiration,
John


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A Dream That Came True

A Dream That Came True.

In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
 sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
 Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
 I practiced the words befitting her splendor!

 She had been noticing my adoring glances as she 
 adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
 Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
 I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
 to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date 
 that night was on!

 I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
 how about I wear no panties?
 My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
 the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation

 It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
 for her hands were busier than mine!
 A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
 I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
 No panties!!!
 None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men 
 openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
 sexual beauty was actually with me!
 What happened later that night you can imagine,
 the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!

 We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
 Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
 lifetime! 
 Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
 a few years and then it happened..
 The crash!
 My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up 
 three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
 My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then, 
 O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped

 A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
 Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
 Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .

 I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
 her!
 Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
 Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
 She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
 begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
 LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
 That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
 O' that smile!
 As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
 I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
 Longest two hours of my life! 
 Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
 With a broken leg and shattered dream!!! 
 Fate can be so cruel.....
 So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a 
 smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
 Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
 And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
 Something that great never lasts, never lasts.... 

Robert Lindley

Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!! 
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had... 


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A BIRTHDAY KISS

written 20th Aug 2001


As I woke up this morning
 instantly, I began mourning
For "I should be holding you, this special day
 but, I know that there "is no possible way

Wondering, if you'd think that I would forget
 is just "one more thing, I am left to regret
I pray, that we will be re-united together again, real soon
 till then, I've blown you a birthday kiss, I sent via the moon

Overwhelmed, I feel as if I love you even more "today
 "yes, today is special, after all it is your birthday
But, I couldn't forget you, no if's, but's or maybe
 for you were blessed, forever to be my baby

You are now my "six year old lovable, Hannabelle
 and no one on Earth, could "ever love you as well
Known now for eternity, making this a very special day
 t'was only this day, you became my daughter in every way

 
                              written for my daughter Hannabelle
                       *For a mothers love is never bound by distance*


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Thunder and Lighting

Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching  thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
 How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
 Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting” 
   Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver 
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm 
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But  like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
 I was not prepared for your  precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love  you was only  obsessed with yourself and not my heart.  When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and  fuzzy when you are around.

Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’


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Upon A Bed Of Petals

                                                        Upon A Bed of Petals
                                    The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
                            With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
                                    The light shines upon the area of which they lay
                               With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
                                    The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
                                With motion that reveal emotions with great steam

                                                        Upon A Bed Of Petals
                           Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
                                   With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
                             Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
                                         With occasional choices of passion and strife 
                                   Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
                                      With another part of each season we stand true

                                                         Upon A Bed Of Petals
                                  The scent of life passes through and makes new
                                With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
                                   The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
                          With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
                                     The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
                              With two people passion with love rules true and above


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Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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Good Bones

Winding around the curve of the road
the brilliant blue of the morning sky had faded
and seemed it had been left out too long in the sun......
Something,...... some new kind of threshold, waited in the November chill
We didn't know yet, just what it was, but the memory 
would be imprisoned by our young, and eager eyes
for decades, to come

We had arrived........
with an alive sense of enthusiasm and a vivid anticipation

We left our children in the car, for a few minutes
until we saw the perfect yard.....that seemed to go for miles
the hills surrounded.....and a battered, eye-sore house, somehow had found us

I remember the house half timbered
with white paint peeling on the southern side
We had been expecting nothing much,
nothing more than a weekend's new adventure
not realizing we were entering the future
while the grey haired woman, who met us there, 
produced a key, and unlocked  the door.
 
We looked out behind us, 
where our children were already running up and down the grassy slope
"Twin Pine Real Estate" ,  scrolled across the door of the woman's car parked next to ours

If hesitation and....common-sense had overruled
The story would end here...


I do recall.....we said it all......
"Ramshackle dump" ! ? "Good bone structure"
"Good inspiration"  "They'll think we're crazy"
"With sweat and guts......."IF ....AND....or  BUT!"
"Elbow grease"........"Dedication"     "Celebrations"

We fell head over heels........we'll... beg, borrow, steal!

We hollered out to call the children
and then brought them in.   They shared the wish, 
to own a place to call our own, a home, some land, a mountain view
our grand ideas of property....of priority, of possibility, of probability, ..of family.....
Everyone would work, everyone would reap,  
A house we loved.........a dream to keep
and years have come, and years have gone......
         .........in the place that we still call home


_____________________________________________
9/16/14  A Special Memory Contest: sponsored by Regina Riddle


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- EMMA -


My Emma I remember so well - an old lady with roses on her cheeks 
Lived in a cozy little white house with a garden so beautiful - flowers, berries and fruit 
Emma was old with a bad back and her feet were weak - but she was never grumpy 
The winter was hard for old Emma - lonely - no husband - no kids - no family 
When spring came - Emma came out to the garden - she loved it 
When neighbors or children came by - she waved and shouted 
  "Come into my garden and pick yourself a big bouquet of flowers" 
When summer came - she waved and shouted 
"Come into my garden and pick yourself some berries - they are red and nice" 
In the autumn the same - "Come into my garden and pick yourself some fruit" 

* Emma died many years ago - but the memories I have cherished in my heart

- * From reality :)






09.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)


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The Day My Sister Broke Her Finger

One day my mother, my sister Debbie and I were out in the parking lot at school.
My sister Linda came to the car crying. She had an ice pack on her hand. When we got home,
my dad, who works at the hospital looked at her finger. Then my dad took Linda to the hospital.
When they got home, they told us that her finger was broken. The next day, she got a cast on 
her hand. Four weeks later, my sister got her cast off. I was happy that she was happy.




                                                        THE END







March 23, 1998
©2014 Honestly JT


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VISION

VISION

Old beggar on the bridge
Hand outstretched for coins
Sees himself on duty 
Near the Orne River bridge
On  D – day.
Straightening up as coins are given,
Sees himself snapping to attention
As the medal was pinned.
Shuffling towards the all-night café,
Sees himself heeling and toeing
Through the NAAFI  hall.
Age is in the mind.
He sees himself bigger in his prime,
And the vision is enough
To carry him across the bridge.

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Notes

D day....June 6 1944  invasion of Normandy

Orne River Bridge...strategic target needing to be taken even before the invasion

NAAFI = Navy Army and Air Force Institute = organisation in UK looking after food supplies for soldiers



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A Mothers smile

The doctors have been slaving
but they have worked in vain
A thirteen year old boy has no future
A tumour gnaws at his brain
But his mother is smiling .

She calls his friends over
and begs , Please help me
Help the final days of my baby
To be all they can be
Still she wears that smile.

We play the games boys play 
Our friends play too
Though he may be dying 
To himself he is true
and still his mother smiled.

Whenever he giggled 
He did so with delight
Then home to hug mother
As day turned to night
Still she wore that smile.

His days growing shorter
His time almost nigh
We'd sit by his bedside 
Still not knowing why
His mother wore that smile.

In the arms of his mother
Our friend passed away
I love you, I love you
I can still hear her say 
He closed his eyes as his mother smiled.

He now rests in forever 
Where only true love can be
The smile of his mother
Was his last memory 
Now I understand why she wore that smile.


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Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare


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Ashes

Everywhere she went
She sprinkled some ashes
Leaving a part of him
Releasing a bit more of the sadness
lessening that ache
Celebrating him
Remembering his goodness

I was not everywhere
Still I took part in the ritual
Released a bit of my own sadness
Remembered
Held back some tears
Celebrated his goodness
Smiled

His ashes sprinkled in a family orchard
At the base of a tree
A place of beauty
Spectacular like his soul
Off the end of a dock on lake Okanagan
Oh how he loved the beach
He wished to play along the waters edge
Like the big kid he was
Even though he didn't know how to swim
Still his ashes floated with ease
Now he has no limitations
I left a bit of him on a sailboat
So he can be carried to new places
He loved to travel

His ashes came with us to Italy
Allowing him to be part of our adventure
I laughed when my mom told me
She left part of him in the Vatican 
She was gleeful
My mom the rebel
Playful and brave
One of the many reasons he loved her so
He was with us in Florence
A part of him there along ancient streets
In vineyards
Quaint villages

We traveled to the Amalfi Coast
Along winding roads
More like a donkey path than a highway
Mom in the backseat saying oh shit
Not usually one to swear
Bob's ashes in her pocket
I don't know if she thought of him then
Later she remembered their time in Greece 
He was never far from her mind

Somehow this ritual
Made me smile
It is added to my memory
Allowing me to be thankful for Bob
For mom
For a life well lived
For a love well loved
A soulmate celebrated
Appreciated
Remembered


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A Genuine Memory of Love

Wish I could rewind the hands of the clock,
Only love songs with you I'll slowly rock.
There's many things I didn't get to say,
You left me & gone on a rainy day.

I still didn't give you that gift,
Just once more in my arms, you I wished I'd lift.
Your many attributes & words I did admire,
Like Jesus is the only way to escape Hell's fire.

A granny so awesome you showed that you care,
And a strong shoulder needed you were always there.
Teach all daily to do what's right,
And there's victory for us if we unite.

How can I forget whenever you call,
A short prayer was said for me & all.
I'm ever thankful for your blessings & love,
I'm guilty for not giving you what you deserve.

Through grief & pain you were holding strong,
Still hoping your days on earth were more long.
But you will always stay deep in my heart,
Because of the great things to me you taught.

"Don't trod the road that's broad & wide",
I'm trying hard so I'll see you on the other side.
Surely you're up there looking down,
With flowers, white dress & a golden crown.


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Remembering When

I remember when...
We'd run around the yard.
And play 'til the sun set.
We had so much fun.
Never had any regret.

I remember when...
We had all those fights.
With every word that was said.
I wish I could take it all away.
No longer feel this dread.

I remember when...
We use to be so close.
When we had it all.
Let's forget the past.
Our love was never small.


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Sandy

He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .

In her early twenties
She found that lump in her breast
In the fight for her life 
She must now invest
I remember so well 
The tears in our home 
Dad bought her that dog 
That she so wanted to own .

She must find the courage 
To stand and to fight 
Sandy made her smile
Much to my parents delight 
Only a small boy 
I wanted to play 
In her moments of darkness
My sister pushed me away .

He was only a puppy 
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon 
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .

I played schoolboy games
She fought like a tiger
I climbed little tree's
She was climbing the Eiger
Sandy was there
To help her recover 
I know he understood
Much more than her little brother.

I remember the doctor 
Claiming she was in remission 
Now I played with Sandy
With my sisters permission 
I took him for walks 
Because I had energy to burn 
but I knew something was wrong 
When the doctor returned .

He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her 
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister 
Right up to the end .

Sad realisation
No more can be done 
Tearful birthday 
As she turned thirty one 
When I close my eyes 
I still see sandy's head on her knee
My sister finding the courage 
To smile for me .

Bed in the living room 
She can't climb the stair
When the lord called her name
Sandy was there
When I heard him whimper 
I knew my sister had gone 
Up until that very last moment
He had helped her stay strong .

He was only a puppy 
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner 
His only true friend 
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .


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My Hidden Fear

People are my weakness and hidden fear
I just feel that some words they say set me in tear
For example I gave a person a smile one day and they gave me a glare
I did not know that smiling in the world today cause people to stare
These types of stare gave me chills down my spine a feeling that made me blind
Why? why is my weakness the people who are very unkind
Hiding is all I can do when people give me a unkind view
I get to a point that my fear seems to wonder and stew
People are who they are and what should I even do
I don't understand that they are evil and some times nice too
My hidden fear are people just because they are always around
That is no argument and my feeling are perfectly sound
The hate builds up in my mind, but does not bother, how my heart feel
I learned to undergo a change that my feelings become like steel
Hard as it should be in situations needed I forget how to use it
So it becomes my weapon and it is to some people heartless just a bit
My hidden fear is what I see in people today
They harm others and they think it is okay
That is why I fear my feelings for others at times because it is so confusing
My hidden fear is some what bad and some what a blessing


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Life Is Like A Maypole


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I recall the time my parents created a maypole,
                       in our backyard to celebrate the arrival of spring;

      it was quite wonderful and fantastic,
                            a delightful memory to remember  . . . 

            it consisted of a tall pole and rolls and rolls of ribbons,
all in different pastel hues of pink, yellow, green and blue;
                        the pole itself covered with greenery and flowers,

                  my parents worked on it for days and days . . . 

                                                we children came up with costumes,
some so weird and humorous that we all laughed at each other;
father played music on an old record player and mother sang,
            in a high pitched voice and clapped her hands to the beat . . . 

                                and us, the children skipped around the pole,
     sometimes waltzing, sometimes doing a jig of sorts;
     each holding a ribbon while chanting,

                             "go over it, go under it, go over it go under it . . .  "

and all the time trying not to get tangled up in the ribbons,
                  or knocking into each other;
                                                 making us laugh out loudly,
       now the laughter has faded but that memory will linger forever;
    and to me all those different coloured ribbons,

                           represent,

                    family, friends, happiness and childhood abandon . . . 

                                         and each of these I hold tightly in my soul,
for my entire life, I will never forget the magic of childhood;

                        the love that embraced me and the happiness,
                found under a maypole that spring day . . .  




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January 25, 2015

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Lost in Loss

The fog hung thick about him.
So thick he could shove it aside.
It clung to him,
As young love clings to an even younger kiss.
An enduring memory, that in deed was all to brief.
It wrapped him in a sense deprived embrace.
Foreign arms in his all too familiar and fragile world.
Shaking the perilous cliff,
That his courage balanced upon.

He was suddenly assaulted,
By the smell of burnt pine and hemlock,
The sound of burnt and hacking screams,
The sound of a monster roaring... Consuming.
It's frame lit up the world around it,
And in the process forever darkening his.

He approached the long dead skeleton.
That once was his home,
The purpose he once had,
And the void that had replaced it.

The grey film soon broke.
The sun stretched down to bathe him in the clarity he had once known.
Reaching to help him.
But, the light was always reaching.
Trying to break through, dampened isolation.
The fog, perpetually inside him.
Dampening the fires that once brought meaning,
Embracing him... taking from him.
As it once took from him.

The fire of life that had once given him purpose and meaning,
Now just a smolder, continually dampened by the fog
Taken roost in his soul.
The fire of his life, his fate that had looked so bright,
Devoured by the worldly conflagration made
Of heat, 
And wood, 
And screams.
Now just a charred skeleton of what once had been.

He called to his daughter,
With the pain of cagastric ruin,
"Come on, time to go."
Now just a smolder of what once had been.


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My Name Is Jack



My name is Jack but who am I... really I'm not a famous personality I haven't made any outstanding contribution to science I've tried to be a loving caring human being But will I be remembered after I meet my maker Or will I soon be forgotten as I pass into history So many famous people who leave us Are remembered for a while But then fade from our consciousness I'm sure I'll be remembered for a little while But dear life continues And soon I will only be a distant memory Only those close to me will carry me in their hearts That's all I wish for, all I would expect My name is Jack but who am I... really © Jack Ellison 2014


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My Old Jalopy



Just had to buy a new battery For my seven year old beat up jalopy Actually I'm exaggerating just a little As cars go it's a very fine copy A four door sedan with all the extras And a dashboard readout to die for Numbers as big as all get out Couldn't really ask for much more But sure can't fool police officers Saying you didn't notice your speed "If you've trouble reading those big numbers Blindness is what you should plead" Aside from that, the time has come Maybe a Porsche or even a Rolls Royce More likely a stylish Mini Cooper Will most likely be my first choice Nice dream, silly boy, now back to reality You're not a teenager any more Better grow up, stop living in the past Grim Reaper's knocking at the door! © Jack Ellison 2014


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Old Time Radio



“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men” There once was an old time radio show called “The Shadow” Which is how each and every show began “The weed of crime bears bitter fruit. Crime does not pay... The Shadow knows!” Which was how each and every show ended I was young and impressionable back then and engrossed In each program as I hung on every word Our imagination filled in the visual We could translate each scene in our own minds Always conjuring up our own unique version There are so many great old time radio shows That kept us glued to the radio and still even today As we stare off into space listening to Old Time Radio Reliving those special, delightful programs The younger people of today have no idea How we were obsessed just as people today Have been obsessed with television since the early fifties These were the golden years of radio If you're old enough to remember them You'll understand the lingering appeal they have! © Jack Ellison 2015


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SEXY IN RED

Are you happy chatting with me now?
Because I am always happy seeing you around
And listening to your hello…
And you know I love you…

Because you are in my thought,
I have a beautiful dream…
And in my dream you are holding my hand
And we kiss while walking near the river side...
Black hawk are seen flying over...and over...again!
And we laugh and come back to kissing...
I am waiting and excited.

Yeh...then what’s alluring,
you are wearing all red... 
Your long dress is red
And undies are too red 
And both bra and panty are red
You are dressed all red…

So sexy with red indeed...
Bring a red dress, red panty and red bra…
when we meet…
I want it to be real what I had dreamt.
You are so sexy in red…


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I Promise, A Boundless Love

"I Promise, A Boundless Love"

Even the rain won't stop to fall.
The world won't flood, no more.
For I am now to shed a tear,
Of a wounded heart, where you are here.
As long as the moon light up the dark,
The fire of love will stay in heart.
If ever the rest might start to fade,
I promise to remain the same.
Cause my love for you is boundless,
Won't easily change nor easily ease.
And I promise, not to hesitate.
To visit you always at your grave.


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An Incredible Savant



I recently watched a documentary on savants In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities As well as other astounding mental capabilities Will not only blow your mind You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend” Yet when matched against a computer He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head Without a single number out of place He is also able to learn a new language within a week And then appear on television and carry on a conversation In that language with ease to the utter astonishment Of those conducting the interview I'm aware there are skeptics out there... but THIS IS REAL At twenty-something he possesses extraordinary mental abilities That defy all logic or comprehension If you're interested in watching this amazing documentary The URL is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22H89rIMHk If you saw “The Rain Man” starring Dustin Hoffman You'll realize how accurate Mr. Hoffman's portrayal was IT'S A MUST SEE!!! © Jack Ellison 2014