My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane
My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone
Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes
living in a worthless life
All these times
The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight
I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will
At one time loud rock and roll music
Would drive me up the wall
Guess I must have really mellowed out
It no longer upsets me at all
Either that or I'm losing my hearing
That could be the reason
Whichever the case it's sure a relief
To finally get rid of those demons
My son Scottie is into loud music
Middle aged but still hasn't lost it
So loud it blasts you out of your chair
Your knickers get bunched up and knotted
Each to his own that's the way it should be
No one should complain or criticize
We're all here for a very short while
So the secret is to compromise
At one time loud rock and roll music
Would drive me up the wall
Guess I must have really mellowed out
It no longer upsets me at all
© Jack Ellison 2015
There is music in her hands;
The graceful gestures of a different time,
Courtly manners and a black lace fan...
A hundred shaded meanings
In my daughter's eyes...
Mysterious, sibilant laughter without mystery
Say so many things young and beautiful.
And the dance begins inside her smile
In the middle of her first kiss
That needs no translation...
While the chandelier in a debutante ballroom
Reflects flashes of joy
In a swirl of shining silk
And a trace of elusive perfume
Warming her skin for the first time.
There is such music in her hands;
She is my princess, unawakned
Surrounded by a future beloved,
And dissapointed courtiers...
There is such wonder...
I love you, Daughter Mine.
Those days of youth
Long gone the days when I was young
When life was just a ball of fun
Movies, music, boys and all
Growing up was such a ball.
After school we would all meet
And play our music, it was sweet
Guys like Bill Hayley were our choice
And Elvis, he had such a lovely voice
We’d rock and roll would we for countless hours
Oh, we could sure get off on music’s power
Then when it came to head on home again
Jeeze I had a lot of aches and pains.
Nothing could replace those days of old
Twas in those days our manner was so bold
Those days they were the best part of my life
But never did we get ourselves in strife.
Vera duggan 26 August 201
There was a disabled musician
Who stiffly played every audition.
Now recording with care,
Strumming from his armchair,
On youtube he’ll post each composition.
20141113 for limerick contest
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
Mozart composed the Jazz of his day,
Bach could Rock in the same way,
Music is music,
Young tunes turn classical fogies’ heads gray.
written 28th June 2013
Raised in a world, without 'any' morals
lead me to a... lifetime of sorrows
Words 'within'.. Dolly's song's..
was the 'only' reason... I took this challenge on
Refusing to have 'my' children.. raised that, same way
I focused on 'this'... world, she sung about..
In singing Dolly's song's, it would see me 'begin' to pray
the crossing over.... to 'this', world of happy day's
Was.. much harder.. than her song's, did ever say
believing... 'only', on her words, during the hardest of time's...
I'd sing her song... till it would.. eventually.. give way
but with 'Dolly', as my guide
I took it all.. in stride
twenty-one years after... my first step, onto this walk
It 'is'.. the one thing, I did right, seeking out this... world in which she spoke
'unknown' to Dolly, She alone... gave me strength
To leave.. a world, in which... I'd grown..
'and' guide us, to this little town, we now call home
So "thank you" Dolly Parton, for letting.. 'your' lyric's be known...
they alone, were the power in which... I 'finally' found our, loving home.
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
On the curb of the alley she sat
Admiring the old Steinway
Noticing the worn finish and eyes focused on the ivory keys
For years she played in the symphony
Bringing an ethereal quality to each masterpiece
She walked over to the antique Steinway and began to stroke the keys
Crescendos and decrescendos and two part harmony
The passersby were enraptured by her humble qualities
A carpetbagger now with barely enough to eat
Many citizens stumbled upon her private concert as she closed her eyes to play
Rehearsing the most sophisticated sonatas
As though this was a Carnegie Hall day
At the end of her first performance
As the imaginary curtains began to draw
The audience of passersby began to clap their hands
As her heart rate began to fall
Her heart had grown discouraged over the years
As she was replaced by someone younger
She fell into poverty and deep depression and learned the song of hunger
Her day was complete
Her life came full circle
As she played her last concert piece
A band of angels came to collect her soul as her spirit was released
There is a moral to this story of the old woman and her piano…
Live each day of this life as you are strumming the ivories
Of a magnificent concert piano
I heard a scream.
Echoing, then it suddenly faded.
Within a sad dream, I stirred;
Trying to twig the insipid melody.
A star spun the silvery knob;
While the silver liquid drops,
Murmuring into the calm hills and valleys,
Humming, flowing into the ignorant streams.
So all there was the raindrops,
Dancing below the gold turning pale horizon;
The chant of bliss mixed with the nature.
Old and new ages hear.
All was quiet.
Listening to a sweet pitch,
Then slept in a sweet way.
His piano is not played often
as yesterday was, and when it does, the happy sound of Yamaha
lets him enter a fascinating world made up of time clefs, of notes
and chords that imagination
creates on instant thought...
while he contemplates Nature!
If his body is old, his spirit is young
and it can go on until those weary fingers
won't or can't play anymore;
and doesn't desire palpitate in his anxious heart...
leading it where it wants to go as an eagle soaring
past the hills of a radiant sunrise?
On February the sixth, another year will be added
to the calendar of that man engulfed by loneliness,
but he despairs not when he plays his piano
that soothes his pain, comforting him with hope,
allowing his senses to invigorate as morning
greets the happy sound of Yamaha!
Whenever middle-age recalls youth
with its long, exciting and carefree days:
we remember that we lived them in our own ways;
our parents argued that it wasn't astute...
have they forgotten how they shamelessly lied
to get some romantic kiss before it actually died?
Before the invention of television most folks were moody...
there were only radios and vinyl records to listen to,
so the dreamy heart would sing and not be blue;
amazingly today, everything is digital due to high technology.
Even grandmother admitted of kissing her sweetheart over
a few Strega Liqueur drinks before falling face-down on the lawn;
she didn't get caught and that secret has remained with her
until now and blushing she tries to smile, remembering that frown.
Whenever middle-age recalls youth as being innocent and free of all woes...
it may surprise you how it went hand in hand with progress;
in the sixties, Rock & Roll was considered evil and scandalous,
but our frantic moms adored Elvis for his attire and gentleman's manners.
* Strega is an Italian Herbal Liqueur
Translation: The Witch's Liqueur
If I hold on to strings,
That tend to slip away,
Does that mean I love things,
That I know will never stay?
If I hang on to a love,
that just holds me down,
Does that mean that my wings,
Won’t get me off the ground?
If I hold on to lies,
That I only half believe,
When I look in your eyes,
Will you look back at me?
They just can't be dead;
They're still on the radio!
I do not know?
Whats wrong with the world today?
its like they have nothing else to say.
Their words are destroying creative minds
children know adult things by the age of nine.
It the music and it stupid to sit here it listen
people need to start paying attention
The lyrics are the key to certain answers
look at the certain rappers singers and dancers.
Pause: Let me explain alot clearer...
Lil Wayne went rapper to hollywood.
Nicki Minaj doesnt act her age when she should
Kanye West basically embarrassed himself on stage
and for some Beyonce and I isnt on the same page.
I use to be a big fan towards her
but instead of a sweet dream she chose a beautiful nightmare.
But that aint me
and forget the t.v
how can yall all see except for the all seeing
How could you listen to Waka with all the noise
what happened to music bringing peace and joy.
Now its "whos next on my death list."
or "baby i dont know who your dad is."
See im an 90s baby
and their music drives me crazy
But dang music is triflin
can someone tell me what happened?
If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.
Strings of melodies stream together
Vibrating from inside without a sound
Welling up in silence
With accompaniments of feelings and the mind
Calming measures blended, refined like bitter grapes
Sweet memory that aches upon a silent chord
Heard only in the sacred crevasses of the heart
Beating a hasty retreat to sanctuary
A single breath of vibrant life on waves of music
Crashing on alien shores
A truce between passion and melancholy blend
When we reflect, remember times together
Not through a glass so darkly
Not everything is black and white
There are many stories and letters left to write
I can play but one note for you
A simple and pure one
A silent chord
Poetry contest: Debussy Inspiration 6/06/14
Today’s Mick Jagger’s birthday
And it must be quite a drag,
For seven-zero are the years
That he’s got in the bag.
When “Mother’s Little Helper”
Was released and made the charts,
A younger Mick, at twenty-three,
Was breaking younger hearts.
That famous lyric from the song,
While catchy and harmonic,
When issued from his youthful lips
I’m sure seemed quite ironic.
But now that many years have passed
And Mick’s an older dude,
The irony’s no longer there,
Despite his attitude.
So rock on, Mick, and celebrate
Because, if truth be told,
At seventy, you must agree,
It’s no fun getting old!
The faces are
They sit and play.
having done this
all their maturing lives.
It is familiar and new.
I love the immersion in
civilization, want more,
Like a tantalizing spice.
the faces reach into me,
dancing in soundspace.
fused with sound,
in the faces of the men,
but in the woman's face
a permission remains.
Nowhere to be
Live what suits me and die
Heavy hunger under hate
In one room view
Crush and flew
I do not know?
Just got back from the movies,
Date night it was my choosing,
I love these nights with my man,
He's the best friend I've ever had
Job hunting seems to be a joke,
Almost as if CEO's rob their companies to snort more coke,
Politics irritate me, they'll never make sense,
If they kept things simple, it'd be less tense
See my bestie twice a month,
for an hour, sometimes four,
Always want it to keep going,
Reality doesn't allow time for more,
Come home to the house I bought two years ago,
Sense of pride we've survived everything,
Even when times are hard, it's love that gets you through,
It's what I do everyday that I love to do
I dream of a child, but time will work that out,
Got my doggies, they get what I'm all about
Much to look forward , Much I need to do
Important is exercise and eating the right food,
Fuel for your destination,
Sometimes it's hard to avoid temptation,
Eating well always keeps up the mood!
Music, writing, drawing, being creative,
Seems in our society to be kind of native,
You can go to school for this but what's the point,
Life experience is more vital and helpful tool is the joint,
This my life at my age,
Wont tell how old,
At this point interesting enough,
You didn't want to turn the page
I sing all day
the old songs
things they hope.
Five winters ago, Madison Square was cramped with wild teens
as they waited for the music to begin and blast their ears;
I also wanted to share their excitement
and sing with them while the high-heel songstress
appeared in bikini welcoming their cheers...
she gave a legendary performance drawing them like a magnet...
the delirious crowd liked the performance of " Bad Romance ".
I looked at her and felt I was rolling back the years!
Some guy stared and me and told his girlfriend with fake eyelashes,
" Who's this old guy, is he here for the concert? "
Then they chanted, " No admmission for a wrinkly face! "
" Bet, you can't be dance like us and keep up the pace! "
That insulting remark didn't bother me a bit...
they laughed, but they stopped when I showed them my fist!
I do not know?
(Dedicated to Selena Quintanilla Perez who died March 31, 1995.)
You were murdered in cold blood in 1995.
While you lived, your music career thrived.
It was sad because you died at the age of twenty-three.
We were both born in 1971, you were the same age as me.
When you died, the music industry lost a great star.
Now you're singing for God because Heaven is where you are.
I have died
And been reborn
As an old man
Please give me your hand -
Hold tight and don’t fight
I wish to dance all night
I wish to dance
Stay with me to the end
But move slowly
Not to shake these old bones -
Too sore for too much more
I have died and been reborn
As an old man
Let me stand-alone- by myself
For a while
Do not hold me up
I wish to dance alone once more
To the end of the score