Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow
The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the merry month of May
Must have upset those guys back when
If so I do hereby apologize
Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours
With fire shooting out of my eyes
Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time
I'll buy them on the day of the event
And take my chances that it's not a sellout
So my time is much better spent
Is my frustration showing as I write this poem?
So ticked off, what more can I say
Don't want ever to spend that much time again
Stopped dead on a freaking highway
© Jack Ellison 2012
We had taken our boys out to a theme park one day
They could run around wild and burn some energy away
On the return trip from the gift shop they did ask to buy
A plastic sword, a shied and a pair of toy handcuffs, I didn’t ask why.
Two days later they asked if their friend could come to play
“Of course not a problem” is what I did tell them that day.
Within few minute they came to find me, they were crying
Their friend was in the handcuffs, they can’t release him although trying.
Each turn of the key to unlock the offending restraints
Instead of unlocking them it tightened them, to his little complaints
I put all three boys in the car and drove to the local fire station
To find it was a part -time one, it was a deserted location.
A cleaner I spied working hard, so I did ask help from him
"Go to the police station" he said, giving me a wink and a grin.
A bit strange I thought but only for a little while
I had to free this child, so I said “goodbye” with a smile.
This young boy now with tears in his eyes
Looking so lost and afraid, which is no surprise
Into the Police station I walked feeling really bold
"Can you please free this child? You have cutters I am told."
A big burly officer looked, and then he walked up to me
Took one look at the child and said sarcastically
“We will fetch a female officer to sit with the boys
“While you come with me, and explain a child, in sex toys…”
“What on earth are you babbling about my good man?
Just unlock and free that child as fast as you can”
“I’m sorry madam” said he “but there’s questions to ask”
“Why did you lock a child in handcuffs? What was to be your task?”
“My good man what are you suggesting, that I locked him in?”
“Don’t be absurd are you stupid?” He just gave me a grin
Another officer entered with three pairs of bolt cutters so big
The poor child nearly fainted, he had little arms like a twig.
I asked them not to scare him, he was only a boy
They told me they still needed to know about the sex toy
On freeing the child they took the three boys away
They asked them who had locked him up, and was it in play.
My then ten year old son admitted he had done the deed
He didn’t think it was wrong, he thought he could be freed.
Finally satisfied enough, they let me leave with the boys
With a tap on the shoulder the policeman urged me to buy
‘padded sex toys.’
© ~GG~ 5/12/2012
An oh so true story lol
My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.
My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.
I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.
It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.
You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.
Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert
A Weight Upon My Shoulders
Sometimes the world feels heavy
Its weight upon my shoulders
As I seek to find some order
And sort things in mental folders.
There are things I know important
Things that shan’t be missed
But it’s hard to remember all
With daily additions to my list.
It’s tiring and stressful
But also quite rewarding
Knowing it is my loved one
I help cross the streams he’s fording.
I know it can’t be easy
Each day as he does wake
But he puts forth the effort
Knowing what’s at stake.
Our priorities are different
As are the places we can go
But it’s the steps we take together
In this new world we grow.
Yes, we both are tired
Our view of things have changed
Ever since his stroke
And our life was rearranged.
words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?
but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater
Stress can definitely be a killer
It can turn life upside down
A person might not even realize it
The reason for wearing a frown
It could be something quite simple
Meeting someone the very first time
An interview for a high paying job
Totally oblivious of the signs
We all must be mindful of the pitfalls
Prepare for roadblocks unseen
Wary of all the curves in life's journey
A prodigious challenge it seems
The answer I've found is just let it flow
Probably easier said than done
Gotta try coz the alternative's not good
To fix it, you are the one
To sum up, I'm offering this bit of advice
Been around the block a few times
What I've learned in all my years
Is relax and things will be fine!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Who woulda thunk I'd be thrown a curve
Taking pills to relieve my stress
The stress of moving, to calm myself down
Life's like a long game of chess
You make a move and hope for the best
Experience tells you it's right
Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve
A proverbial bullet you must bite
Not everything goes exactly as planned
Be flexible and ready for change
It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life
Even better than fortune and fame
Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing
The real blessings are ones you hold dear
Tell someone close you love them each day
Just like magic a smile will appear
It's sometimes hard to follow this advice
Have to keep reminding myself
There ain't no other person I'd rather be
Than this happy cheerful old elf!
©Jack Ellison 2013
The lazy look upon her eyes,
Revealed the essence of little white lies;
Giving a grin and swimming in sin,
She cannot hide what's deep inside.
Silently sealed beneath the surface,
Lies held hostage with no purpose;
The price of deception won't cost any less,
Sadly she suffers stressed and depressed.
Tormented by her inner demons,
For tales she told with no clear reason;
Stuck standing in a pitiful place,
With nowhere to go, she's lost the race.
The lies unfold when she did not care,
To bear the burden of her secret affair;
Filled with deep anguish, from her loss of love,
She laid in the tub, in a bath of blood.
She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her meds,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.
Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?
She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.
By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not out for review.
As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the screaming that no one else hears.
The surreal world I live in
Thrust there over night
It was a stroke that hit him
Since then just nothing’s right.
The frustration of it all.
The many hats I wear.
The tasks that never end.
The new roles that I bear.
All these hats I’m wearing
Some are very new
So many different directions
So many things to do.
I wake up in the morning
Wishing for the past,
Stick to his routines
And never move too fast.
There’s someone living in my house.
I know there’s someone here.
Why do I feel so all alone
Even when he’s near?
Some days he comes to visit
And talks of things we share,
‘tho conversation’s brief
And oft’ too short to bear.
I try to see it his way.
I try to help him out.
I know he faces struggles,
For him, no easy bout.
I’m with him in the morning
I’m with him in the night
I try to be there for him
I hope I get it right.
A different world he lives in
His own pace that he’s set.
I try to make him understand.
He sometimes tries, and yet…
Can I know the effort that it takes
To put together words to talk?
Can I feel his inner struggle
When he tries to walk?
I can only be there,
Let him know I’m here.
I can sit beside him
And try to ease his fear.
It’s a surreal world we both live in,
Just ‘one day at a time.’
With some days still a struggle
When all is not sublime.
tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.
another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.
the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare
my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others
who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.
Darkness falls like acid rain
upon my sleepless eyes.
A deeply burning visceral pain,
the torment that denies
my soul of rest that cannot be,
too much stirs deep within.
And what's plain to all I cannot see,
despite such papyraceous skin.
The body screams for sweet relief,
but the mind just has to purge
dark thoughts and verse beyond belief.
From cryptic neurons they emerge.
So slumber waits another day
that quickly fades to night.
There's no amount I wouldn't pay
to be awakened by morning's light.
Sometimes you just gotta let yourself be
It is the only way to be free
In this world of emotional oppression
You can be taken to a higher dimension
All this loving, hurting and living
Feels like you are crazy mad tripping
if you feel like you are going to lose it all
Do the unexpected and take the free fall
You might learn something new
A thing or two about you
So don't give up the bad fight
Lose your ability to tell wrong from right
If you have to go at it alone
Take then down and set them alight
Rules are meant to be broken
Kind of sad when they end up breaking you
So don't feel sorry for me
I got tons of time for the birds and the bees
Seems like when your around
Your a thousand meters off the ground
Go crazy, lose you shit
Roll your eyes and have a fit
You will feel much better than the rest
For the rest of your life
This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.
In a rotten world I reside,
Haters, with no friend inside,
Its final, I have to decide,
Between life, and a note of suicide.
Its my final departure,
A start of great adventure,
Life on earth, so unwell,
Gotta check out there in hell
To my friends, work is done,
To my haters, good is gone,
To everyone, speak a good tone,
For life is over, and people do expire.
Mum, your wails I won't hear,
Don't curse, remain my dear,
Don't sob. don't drop a tear,
I'll die, for you to live better,
To never have any more suffering to bear.
Dad, am not any taller,
Sure enough, I robbed you of the dollar,
Don't see me a lost toddler,
Don't gossip of my life as a failure,
Am generous, saving you for the fun in future.
My heart sheds to say your name,
I loved thrice, failed once,
Not worth mentioning, once for fame,
And once through whom to the world I came.
To siblings, life might be better,
Without me standing in your ways for longer,
An act of heroism, my love for you is bigger,
Carry on, if not, cheer me up in hell,
wherever,With deadly shots of spirytus luksusowa.
I have tried, many battles I won,
I soldiered, until life became a con,
So tired, I need to be alone,
Stress free, something to my head, probably a gun.
Memories play in my mind
faded black and blue
that I cannot undo
picking up the splinters
of this damaged heart
tired of trying to mend
what always falls apart
sinking broken dreams
of my yesterday
I can't hold on to things
that want to fly away
I'm trying to let go
of what's come to an end
hoping that maybe someday
these wounds will truly mend
By Morgan Mise
Written December 6, 2012)
my demons are playing, tugging, teasing
whispers beckoning from the dark
they've been seeking, thrilling, tempting
trying to extinguish my sole spark
The world's been in the dumpster forever
An intolerable state of affairs
Isn't it about time we changed our ways
It's badly in need of repairs
Let's start a pact to end our disputes
Some think it's beyond possibility
Need somebody to step up to the plate
Us humans have great adaptability
Think I just heard a scoff or two
Now that's been a part of the problem
If we all just put aside our differences
We'd be much more able to solve them
Probably sound like a big know-it-all
To me, it just makes common sense
Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind
Must do something in any event
© Jack Ellison 2014
When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;
why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?
We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.
Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.