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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
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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Was so excited to hear some news
From our dear friends Lynda and Al
About to embark on an exciting cruise
What could possibly go afoul
Lynda's had Parkinsons for many years
Needs a wheelchair to get around
Al was faithfully pushing her along
A bump and Lynda went down!
Tragedy struck without any warning
Ninety minutes aboard the ship
Landed on her arm breaking her wrist
Put an end to their exciting trip
Imagine all the pain Lynda endured
As if she hasn't suffered enough
X-rays showed her wrist was shattered
Recovery was going to be tough
Some people happily dance through life
As healthy as all get out
Others are prone to great misfortune
To Lynda that's what life's all about!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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They’d crossed the great divide, to the other side of the ‘Oh My God River’.
Our Trolls were struck by the ‘Bridge Too Far’, it set their hearts, to quiver.
Yes, their curiosity and their great big Troll hearts; were pounding all a twitter.
Well, surely you must see, it’s a bridge; they are Trolls, after all! So go figure!
And you must understand the mighty ‘Oh My God River” is so very wide…
That when on the bridge… You can’t see… not even close…to other side…
Where mists, run so very deep, that your sanity will never again, be found.
I ask you? How could a Troll not see this as anything, but absolutely profound!
Under the bridge, lies scary Bog Hollow, covered in mists and a smothering fog.
There, the Legend says, lies a monster supreme, both ancient and old, in the bog.
Scary as all get out… We have always… always been… Very, thoroughly told.
Its’ said: curiosity is both a scary and most dangerous thing when it’s on crusade.
And the Trolls and Dragon have it a plenty, in great big gobs… and great spades.
Late one night, Dragon and the Trolls snuck out of the house, as my story goes…
A clean get-a-way… on a moonless night to check this all out… But one by one…
The Trolls would go into the mist, and disappear… F.O.R.E.V.E.R!!! I shiver!!!
As Dragon was about to be left alone, a truck came careening from the fog and mist.
On the narrow bridge the last two Trolls, were thrown into the muck, and the Goop.
They came up, covered in mud, until the mist hit. One moment there, the next gone!
Dragon worried: OH what was he to do? Well, that was answered, quickly enough.
Dragon was bumped by a truck and thrown onto its top! Clinging and screaming!
As the truck careened about… Rounding a tight corner…Dragon was flung off.
He continued to scream as he flew all the way home. Terrified, near almost to death!
He knew the Bog Monster had got them! Little did he know, that the dear Trolls…
Had made friends with the monster, and were enjoying the bog’s great ambiance.
The story continues… as Dragon got home, he grabbed Grandpa Troll’s big hand.
Jumping up and down, he yelled, ‘The Bog Monster had taken his beloved Trolls!’
Saying, ‘He had a great big tongue, a big mouth, and humongous great, green hand!
We ran to the spot, with the usual flashlight in hand, and were pulled in the bog!
For a fun filled mud bath! … By the Hulk and his lovely, pet Beelzebub Frog.
Yep… We’d all found the Monster of Bog Hollow, as we all partied away!
The next day the driver would spread the word, that as he passed the bog…
The monster had screamed, jumped upon his truck… and tried to take him…
Over and down… In the end, he’d escaped by shaking off the monster’s hand.
The great story would be passed around, by the local town, of Nodding-Off-Ham,
Wanting to keep people away and them, forever, both serene and quite sane…
They would perpetuate the legend just the same, and the moral they would quote?
“Believe the myths of the Monster of Bogs Hollow, always run the other way.”
Especially since Trolls have now joined him, setting up a toll bridge along, its way.
Written by Michael & Carol Eastman 6-20-2016
National Geo News: Beezeabufo, Frog from Hell. 75 Million year old Madagascar giant horned frog. Weighed 10 pounds, size of a beach ball, believed to have killed hatchling dinosaurs. An aggressive ambush predator, grabbing anything passing by him. Also called the Pac-Man Frog.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2016
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Some call me silly
That may be the case
But I don't have ulcers
No lines on my face
Dancing through life
No worries no cares
Live every moment
With passion and flair
Ain't no great mystery
It's as simple as pie
Trust in the future
Trust in your “I”
Keep moving forward
With jazz and pizzazz
Pay no attention
To the razzamatazz
So take this advice
I'm offering my friend
It don't take much effort
Pays great dividends
Some call me silly
That's possibly true
But happy as all get out
How about you?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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It's a brand new day that lies ahead
Fame and fortune or heartaches instead
Each new day, it remains to be seen
Happy or sad or a place in between
You can't just leave it to fate every day
Your approach is key, you do have a say
The same old story bout good versus evil
Bout ying and yang, calm or upheaval
No one's mastered this up and down stuff
We try our best so that's surely enough
What more can we do, just smile and say
We're happy as all get out every damn day
Heard it a lot but it's still true as ever
Your approach is key, it's how we measure
So as I proclaimed at the start of this poem
Just plug away till the cows come home!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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In our great little retirement community
They're dropping like flies around me
Need to break free, must get out this place
It's Heaven's Waiting Room you see
Don't matter if you're healthy as all get out
The grim reaper knows where you live
He's as anxious as hell to whisk you away
And you really have just one life to give
So ignore the guy that's waiting at the door
Do all the things you've always wanted
Relentlessly time keeps marching forward
It's progress remains undaunted
Keep ahead of the game, of that final day
Laugh at that guy with the sickle
Tell him you'll call when your good and ready
This existence can be oh so fickle
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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A walk in the park on a cool summer morning
Refreshing as all “get out”
Those last two words actually do say it all
“Getting out” is what's life's all about
If we're stuck in front of a keyboard all day
We miss the glories of nature
The smells, the sunshine, the cool summer breeze
The first crisp snow of December
Old Mother Nature in her multitude of pleasures
Never fails to impress us each day
No other feeling is quite so intense
As the smell of some new mown hay
What I'm saying is this plain and simple
Be thankful for every day given
Eventually the pleasures you once experienced
Will vanish as onward we're driven
A walk in the park on a cool summer morning
Refreshing as all “get out”
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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Lying in the fetal position
On my bathroom floor
Skin crawling, hurting, in pain
Yet I still wanted more
I craved for more of the crack
That had me in this state
For myself and everyone who loved me
I felt nothing but contempt and hate
Still they tried to help me
Overcome my drug addiction
They tried to make me understand
That life is real and not fiction
Crack is a messed up chemical
It made me feel completely insane
It made me not give a darn about
My life or anything
The first time I used crack I got hooked
For me that one tug off the pipe was
The only tug it took
I allowed crack to take me to a place
Where I thought I couldn’t come back from
Because I was so very ashamed of
Who I’d allowed myself to become
I finally understood that getting high was no
Longer something I wanted to do - so
I made the decision to save my life knowing that
This was something that only I could do
It was hard as all get out, and long overdue
But by the Grace of God
I finally pulled through.
And So Can You!
Copyright © Janice Scott | Year Posted 2008
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My dreams are wooly mammoths
monstrous beings with tusks
as long as a man's arms,
eyes as big as saucers
and hairy as all get out.
My dreams are prehistoric,
some small genetic chain
in a stem cell linking me
to where we were once
when the wooly beast
stuck his head into
our shelter, frightening
the children, fretting
the women.
The Shaman drew his likeness
on the wall of the cave
so we could attack him with sticks.
I hope the hunters will kill him
soon, or subdue him shortly.
Copyright © Barbara Cotter | Year Posted 2007
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Golden Retrievers are fantastic pets
The friendliest animals on the planet I'll bet
Happy as all get out
Absolutely no doubt
Our Annie is the greatest, really no sweat
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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Down here in this little country
Town
Everybody friendly
No, I don’t think so
On the corner of vine and north
Sit’s a crack head
Asking for spare change
To buy some food
When they spot clear out, I
Think he forgets
Or the store ran off and said
That is bad for his business
Go away..
For he is here at Fred’s asking
For the same
Can you spare a dollar if not a
Quarter
I’m hunger ma am
Do you have a dime
Did I see you a minute ago
No ma am I’d been here all
Day
Did I see you cross town on
Leila Street,
No, ma am I’d been here all
Day
Okay
You buy food with this extra
Dollar,
Yes, ma am I will
He had to forget cause he
Was a she,
And she bend over her balled
Up money fail on the ground
My impression was “Oh My
God”
Her bank roll is larger than
Mind..
Hey, Carla give me my 2 dollars
Back,
The 1 I gave you on vine and
North,
And the 1 I just handed to you
Here
I think I will move to another town
She said
Cause these old country tight people
Is stuck up as all get out..
There is no moral to this story
If you come upon a crack head
Just be aware this maybe their
Job
He/she plays
To steal and cheat, scam and play
Many tricks
Just to get a dollar
While the player is getting everybody
Money..
And driving a brand new Tahoe and
You are in a bat mobile
Laugh
Trying to be cool
Copyright © Carolyn Sears | Year Posted 2008