When I began the journey, fifty odd years ago
to become a parent
There were no books or journals then
to guide this experiment
It's mostly based on mentorship
each of us has gained
Often full of potholes
mistakes we have obtained
So when I look in hindsight
not having skills required
Had parenting been my full time job
I would surely have been fired
But life provides us
with a chance to make amends
To bless with love my children
and treat them as my friends
There is no doubt challenges
existing on the way
Some families face adversity
every single day
Sometimes it seems
that life is back to front
The wisdom that we need when young
arrives when ageing fills our wont
To be a grandparent prior to parenting
would elicit a necessary skill
To raise five children, share more prudence
to a loving life, which they can then fulfil
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your day a whole lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my cigarette lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of the dog food
What a silly billy old me
Of course fed the dog some kitty food
He meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put a bunch of sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Hot mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little bit strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, gotta stop now
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, is it love that's got me
No it's just me... go figure!
A poem back to front
It's never done
Because
Once you start
You never stop the fun
And stopping just to see
What you might do
You never know
What an author might tell you
So listen closely to
That which I say
Please think about the words
I speak each day
A poem back to front
A sentence reads the same back to front
There must be a name for that as long as you hunt
If you know tell me
My mind's full is debris
Sure don't dare challenge it but I have a hunch
Long time ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked kinda odd
It was back to front
From it's bum it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
the bottom lines scripted peripheries in a mirror
a headline toppled and reversed time and place
left became right and wrong pretended its centre
denuded illusions spoke in forked shiny tongues
lingua franca became subversive and spun yarns
and the spike of a spindle put wool over her eyes
prologues anticipated an apocalyptic message
hindsight firmly foreclosed unhinged shutters
framed in warped memories she recollected
blinds and veiled faces curtained in rags
holes and apertures appeared in the lore
essence void of existence smudged in tears
she relived captions and small printed subtexts
post-scripted antecedents and false premises
edited reminders and pasted virtuous contrasts
until meaning blocked out the pain of denial
a book mark covered in dust had refused to fade
and sealed approval onto questions and doubts
22nd June 2020
Breakers crashing upon the shoreS
Under the crested waves' motioN
Bursting with their salty aromA
Brimming over with white spumE
Leaving harmful pellets of plastiC
Everywhere *****insipiens will gO
Everywhere *****insipiens will gO
Leaving harmful pellets of plastiC
Brimming over with white spumE
Bursting with their salty aromA
Under the crested waves motioN
Breakers crashing upon the shoreS.
Fran's protest against
fast removal of her breast...
bra is back to front
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Long time ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked quite odd
It was back to front
From its bum, it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
My pen is on fire today
as I see one word leader
in particular openly condemn peace
through his vile vulgar mouth
aggression in words spitting loathsome cowboy
I for one soul among many
whom have faith in love condemn it as an act of war
so count me as your enemy
Sick listening to terrorists against peace having a voice
within vomit this world order amounts to outright bullies
pushing chaos through trying to create a cashless society
Inside the politics or this sham they all call a security council
not addressing war crimes correctly evidence there is available
and bringing our world back to stability let's get real destruction is your aim
under the flag of an eagle flies pirate colours black and white
From the house of David a lion roars
The soldiers of light are coming crowned by the Son
a mission has begun our governments hands have become stained
by innocent bloodshed through corrupt bodies
Long long ago in the land of Nod
Lived a tiny creature who looked quite odd
It was back to front
From it's bum it did grunt
It's being investigated by the “Back to Front” squad
© Jack Ellison 2015
Its time to come out
of the cupboard,
the closet, the press.
Time to be honest,
Time to confess.
Time to let on that
I am straight, surely
that will end the debate.
Yes I am hetero,
I really like men.
That's my secret,
My starter for ten.
Not that it matters
because I am just me.
There isnt a template
for who I should be.
So why are others
forced to confess?
Told to be honest,
their sexuality to address.
For we are all human, we are all real,
Its not up to others just how we should feel.
Its not about Hetero,
Gay or straight,
Its about people
and how they relate.
If everyone is equal
and their hearts are the same,
if they have skin, ten toes and a name.
Why should we push some of them
to make the claim, that their
orientation just isnt the same?
If we are all human's
thats the way it should be,
Just men and women with no
pressure to be ....... anything
other than You or Me.
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your day a lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of dog food
What a silly billy old me
Fed the dog some kitty food
He meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, I gotta stop
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, maybe it's love
But that's just me, go figure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your life a lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of dog food
What a silly billy old me
Fed the dog some kitty food
Meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, I gotta stop
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, maybe it's love
But that's just me, go figure!
© Jack Ellison 2013
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