Best Average Poems
Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for
Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain
Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin
I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail
Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled
Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss
How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run
I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance
James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
Amid, amid, amid, amid,
In the middle,
Between never and everlasting,
A haven for people idle,
A place that never is.
Began and built in imagination,
By ones who avoid
The cheap price of success,
Yet convinced they belong to success.
And they fall free to an imagination.
Calling the world unfair,
They become unfair to themselves.
Average... noise so mute,
Attractive albeit neuter.
No man's choice,
No woman's choice,
What no man chooses,
That's not chosen,
That which exists dependent,
Weary of good extremity,
Shy of feats are you Mr./Mrs. Average.
Sometime, One day,
Your place will grow fire
And you, the refuge of many
Will take refuge extreme.
Those to whom success is strange,
To whom failure is a never go,
What shall decorate your death?
True men die beautiful, joyful,
All efforts employed,
Owing nothing to the world.
Thing one
Success and failure are friends,
They come and go together.
To live average is to live a coma,
Absent in the universe.
A refugee who offers refuge
Means two-times death.
Revive memory, recover glory.
Way to go, give you for free:
The light at the end,
Deceiving it usually be,
Bravery, confidence is the tool,
Hold firm onto virtue,
Principle principal
In a battle won at conception.
Overcome seduction of incidence,
Run towards misfortune, failure,
The black that obscures hope.
Win the big enemy at the beginning,
Live good everlasting.
Leave the middle, play at the edges,
Where man makes choice.
Far from the refugee camp, from average,
All are free, failing or succeeding,
Each given to elect,
Would elect freedom.
None is wrong to do.
Excuse me mister, you just walked by
You eyed me up and down and acted real sly
You came real close and as you walked past
You looked like you wanted to grab my ass!
I will demand you stop with that very thought
Over this fine behind, many fights have been fought
So move on by and don’t be looking back
And you best be taking your eyes off my rack!
Hey kid, why are your pants so low?
You are a hoodlem…you must be selling blow!
I’m sure you are here to rob this guy blind!
Someday soon you’re sure to be confined!
Come back here waitress…look what you served me!
This is so bitter…and you call this tea?
Take this right back…and you can forget a tip!
That loud mouth of yours…you better zip!
Don’t give me that look, you caddy girl!
Looking at your ugly face make me want to hurl!
OK, it’s painfully obvious you are crazy...out to kill…
So I'll show you exactly where you can shove this bill!!!
*****Annoying Ringtone*************
"Hi Peter! What am I up to...not much! Just having some delicious tea at this fantastic place on Main. I ran into some really nice people on my way here. You should meet my waitress...She is just lovely!"
When it comes right down to it, I'm an average joe
With a lifetime of contentment and friends that I owe
Without them life sucks
The happiness door shuts
We're left in the cold with nothing to show
I will sing the song of the average man
Who was born a child-not a babe
Who grew up in an ordinary house?
Made of bricks without ivy cascades
He went to an ordinary school like the rest
Hated math, hated science, loved lunch
Gave a report on Abe Lincoln-read Goodnight Moon,
Played averagely in all peewee games
He grew up-got older-little wiser it seemed
Not too much just average-got C’s
Didn’t date, least not much-but found the One
And married her in an average church
He worked his job-did quite well
But not enough to gain many accolades
Bought a house, had three kids
Not prodigies just average-one, two, and three
They grew up-he grew up-they lived happily
Went to soccer, went to karate-watched ballet with number three
Played catch-went to parades, cleaned spilt lemonade
Loved his wife-laughed with his kids
All were happy living averagely
Watched them get older-marry average true loves
No Romeo dear Juliet romances
But they were happy and so was he
And he was given several average grandbabies
He and the Missus went on with their days
Till she died of an average disease
And he followed to in a moderate way
And they rest side by side in an average grave
He was no genius-never swam the English Channel
Didn’t raise three life saving doctors
But he was happier then the few outstanding I’ve seen
Because he was content with an average.
The water
The spring
The sparrow that sings
The grass
The field
The cotton
The chains
The whips
The whoops
The ache
The bones
The blood
Oh heavenly father
The blood
The feet
The guns
The street
The wounds
The woods
The hounds
The men
That they seek
Scatter they flee
Once they run
Twice they shoot
Three are down
Four cheer
Five grieve
(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured
from go win addle American
non refundable private parts)
each set of twenty three chromosomes
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix
when second hand of analog clocks
barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey
perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp
assimilating chromosomal flox
genetic combination brought about add hocks
viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered
like an old engine that knocks,
now just easing into ma deuce score
and xix year with hair reed locks
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless
became precious human dependent
with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence
natural immunization
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks
reminiscing about boyhood
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like tum make sounds resembling tick tocks
Nowadays every potential mom and dad
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad
go wing great lengths to prod and push
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad
regaling robust surprise
packaged traits of yore
inheriting genetics descended
when early apes did de tour
terrestrial virgin earth
anatomically complete store
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar
if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.
He’s just your average lazy bum —
a sweet, lovable loser
Who loves to stick his index finger
high in the air,
and tell you he’s number one
When in fact, technically,
his favorite sports team is
It’s success by association,
as he moons the neighborhood kids
Because he don’t have much else going on in his life,
in the way of personal achievements
Lost a good job,
lost his good wife
Even his best friend ran away twice
Doggone it!
But rest assured, he loves living
the surf bum life
He’s just your regular couch potato,
a sour grapes eating man-bear
Giving out high-five grunts
when he snore
Highlight reel dreams of when his team
made the game-winning score
As a matter of fact, technically,
the refs blew the call ...
his team never shoulda had the ball
He once entertained big dreams,
as a two-sport high school stud
Now, he’s a balding barrel of trash talk,
his star flamed out ... now his fizzled life is a dud
It crash landed with a thud
He blames everybody but himself,
as he cracks open another Bud
Flagstaff Flash is just your average lazy bum,
sweeping the carpet on his chest
for any broken taco shells or salad croutons
Relaxing all day in his Laz-e-Boy,
got his beefy hand on the five-position lever
Life ain’t never been so carefree good ...
he’s winning again,
as his fantasy team is doing better than ever
When he was just a baby
Upon his mama's knee,
He was smaller than an elephant,
And larger than a flea.
And when he was some older,
And had to go to school,
He was duller than a genius,
And sharper than a fool.
Then, when he was a young man,
In the prime years of his life,
He was younger than his mother was,
And older than his wife.
Now that he is middle aged,
He's really very glad
To be older than his grown-up son,
And younger than his dad.
I'm not a great thinker, a stinker, yes
Just an average old joe, I must confess
What I have to give
Is a great way to live
Wake with a smile as your body you caress
© Jack Ellison 2015
An army of mites reside on our lashes
With mouths and tiny claws
Along the way during human evolution
This surely must have been a flaw
Astronauts strangely can't burp in space
What kind of dribble is that
A feline can have over a hundred kittens
Now that's one pooped out cat
Some atheists put up Christmas trees
An identity crisis for sure
A cow can poop up to four tons a year
That's sure a batch of manure
A woman once had sixty-nine children
Talk about barefoot and pregnant
With a dirty big bunch of kiddies like that
She could hold her own beauty pageant
Nose prints are used to identify dogs
Imagine if they were used for humans
Especially during the influenza season
There'd be snot all over the policeman
The tallest people in the world are the Dutch
Must have to duck under the windmills
While kissing most tilt their head to the right
But there's some who rub noses still
The salary of Toto in “The Wizard Of Oz”
Was a hundred twenty dollars a week
That's a hundred and twenty more than me
Since retiring my new job is sleep
Just Another Average Christmas
Just another average Christmas, not especially good nor bad,
When everyone says dinner was the best they’ve ever had.
When Mother works her fingers off with no respite nor leisure,
But keeps her best face forward and pretends it’s all a pleasure.
Just another average Christmas, when kids reject their presents,
When parents wonder why they tolerate their adolescents.
When grandparents sit smugly, watching as their offspring suffer,
Reminding them that Christmas always used to be much tougher.
Just another average Christmas, a day when booze flows freely,
When those in party games would rather watch the telly, really.
When Granny loves her pot-plant, and Granddad loathes his socks,
And speculation reigns about what’s in that extra box.
Just another average Christmas, not especially bad nor good,
When everyone feels ill from forcing down the excess food.
When kids go play their X-Box games, whilst Dad pulls on his sweater,
And vainly hopes that next year’s Christmas Day will be much better.
The average person,
just wants the same,
as everybody else,
they want the money,
To feed and protect
their children,
so if your country,
is in poverty,
people will create armies,
to try and make a better world,
people will put their family first,
and other people second,
The solution to world problems,
is to give the people what they want,
as I've said before,
create the jobs for people,
Stop the wars,
with the job comes the home,
with the job comes the holidays,
with the job comes the lifestyles,
That the average person wants,
with your people earning wages,
comes the tax money, to run your country,
with the peace, comes protection for companies,
With war everybody loses,
think, where did the refugees come from,
where did the thousands, of starving people
come from, they came from the war zones,
They came from, the breeding ground of poverty,
They rose, to fight against the poverty of their people,
yet each group, is fighting for just one side,
as one people, we should stand to improve life,
As one people one planet
all life should be important,
To gas and murder people is wrong,
to fight, a never ending battle is wrong,
to work together, improves the future.
there is average Joe Schmo
who seeks no more to know
than he exists
and he goes with the flow of the show
others tell him there’s much more
and he shows them the door
as the nation and it’s politicians
go to war
there is average Joe Schmo
who thinks he’s in the know
and now stands in the middle of the field
wounded and weighed down by woe
wishing and waiting
for a do over