I wish that you could read these
Like other people do
But you don't know these poems exist
You haven't any clue
See Andres has a penname
Who writes quite differently
Unlike the poems Andres writes
He writes cathartically
He keeps these poems from your eyes
So you won't have to know
How much sometimes he's hurting
But cannot tell you so
His longing gets expressed in rhymes
In ways you can't know of
What happened though was not a crime
He simply fell in love
My love where have you gone?
My face like snow that’s white
He touched my face that night
He said it lit like light.
You have betrayed me lover
I’ll never be your other
So, so long my friend.
Let's dream up a fuzzy alias for CV-19
How about 'Peter Pandemic'
Amelia Bedelia-Bednemic'
or 'Ronald McDonal-demic'
Not so fuzzy-wuzzy, eh
Let's try another way --
Maybe 'Over-Polarized Systemic'
C'mon. What do you say...
Hmm. I see you don't appreciate any of these
Oh, well ~ My appellations don't grow on trees
Been mistaken for Santa Claus
More than one time over the years
Could be my big fat rolly belly
Or my beard from ear to ear
It's kind of cool when a little kiddie
Comes up to me and tells me this
"Once I saw you last Christmas Day
And you gave my mommie a kiss!"
Kids always say such funny things
Some of them can make you blush
A little guy told me I was really fat
Must eat a big bunch of mush
Wouldn't think of shaving my beard
Or losing a big bunch of pounds
Cause then I'd miss these little kiddies
And their amazing ability to astound
Before I end this long dissertation
There's one thing I really must extol
Don't ever lose the tiny person
That's living within your soul
©Jack Ellison 2012
Yes we can beg for tomorrow
since banks steal cash then won't borrow
to stimulate jobs
while Obama robs
one job for Barry Soetoro.
You know my name
that’s my alias
I’ll be for real
When I break down
My walls
& learn to trust
Until then
Silence
Hush
What’s the rush
Not ready to have
The last pieces
Of my heart crushed
Just a way of
Protecting myself from the pain
They say nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I know this
No need to explain
So are you feeling me
Really
Can you understand
What I’m saying
With this delivery
Having a long lasting vision
Of my fake imagery
My mental state
Is like a trinity
You
Me
And what I pretend to be
Living my lie
Is my life preserver
Talking a fast game
But I am a slow learner
I’m finished
Done
Turn of the burner
Look into the mirror
See my reflection
Your life might change
To a new direction
Or stay the same
While burning up in flames
And maybe
Only then
You might know my name…
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