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The Back Seat Of A Chevy



When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered Than making out in the back of a Chevy With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for Breathing became rather heavy Now I'll try to behave coz the censors are watching And your computers will probably short circuit With the powers vested in me, I'll try to behave But it'll be quite a challenge I'll admit All my many friends I have here on the Soup Are aware of my penchant for the naughty stuff After all what's life about but to wiggle and jiggle While parading around town in the buff So far the censors haven't any reason to complain I've been relatively prim and proper But I sure can't keep this up indefinitely though I'll blow a gasket as I get all hot and bothered Eventually though, I catch hold of myself Since a teenboy, I've actually learned self-control Can now walk down the street without molesting girls And the drooling I've controlled on the whole So in closing I'll say this, my very good friends There should be a law that allows us guys The freedom to molest hot voluptuous young fillies And make out in the back of a Chevy as a prize © Jack Ellison 2016


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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Could Blow A Gasket



My energy level just recently got up and left No matter what I'm doing, must take time for a rest Else I'll blow a gasket Wind up in a basket Can always tell by the heaving of my chest


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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Silly Silly Silly



It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open Don't try it, you might blow a gasket There's a bunch of other stuff you should know Before they put you in a casket Greece's anthem has over a hundred verses The seventh inning must take forever The eye of an ostrich is bigger than its brain They've got nice personalities however A goldfish memory is only three seconds Damn it, can't remember the next line There's over than 300 dimples on a golf ball I'm going to start counting mine If they didn't add colouring to Coca-Cola It'd be a ghastly shade of green Cockroaches live nine days without their head But they don't have a mouth to scream A starfish apparently doesn't have brains Called one of my buddies a “Starfish” He really thinks I'm paying him a compliment Some days he can be quite thickish If you bang your head against a brick wall You use up 150 calories an hour Milk that's been sitting in the sun for days Is most likely the sourest of sour © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Under Pressure

Here stands a man who's just about to blow a gasket,
he has far too much washing in his basket,
he never asked for such a load,
and he feels it's time to hit the road,
before he does something he regrets,
I wouldn't be placing any bets,
on him sticking around for much longer,
the feelings inside him are growing stronger,
by the second, by the minute,
he really feels he's landed in it.
And all because his employment,
takes all his time, negates enjoyment,
he feels that it is sucking him dry,
and he really has the urge to fly,
to get away from his wage slave life,
the daily back watching, for the knife,
that is often stuck into the unwary,
the workplace is becoming very scary.
No loyalty exists there any more,
I think a lot of people know the score.
A numbers game is all it is,
the bottom line, do the biz,
because if you slow down, there are many,
worse off than you, who to make a penny,
they'd gladly jump into your shoes,
and ensure their gain, would mean you lose!


Copyright © Tom Higgins | Year Posted 2012


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Moot Point - An Echo Poem

An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

I Do It For My Heart by Lora Colon

Each morning my heart and I talk, 
It asks me why he went away, 
Like a child that can't understand, 
It asks the same question each day

To spare my heart suffering, I lie, 
My lips cannot bear to admit
These endless days of missing him
Are what keep the flame of hope lit

When my heart cries, what will I say? 
Another lie might break our trust, 
But the truth would bring so much pain, 
So tonight, I'll lie, if I must

When the loneliness overwhelms, 
I'll smile and say 'He'll be here soon, '
My heart will fall asleep in peace, 
At dawn, I'll confess to the moon

When morning comes, I'll be prepared, 
This play still has pages unfilled, 
I'll rewrite the script, only this time
The echoes of pain will be stilled

I lie..... I do it for my heart, 
Too much time in pain it has spent, 
Slowly it dies for its lost love, 
The treasure Heaven briefly lent
 
Lora Colon
Feb 26, 2015

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Threat Assessment An Echo Response

Not everyone who sees a “Wolf” is really in much danger
For lone wolves are quite shy and only show a woodsy face
Not everyone who feels alone is really such a stranger
To friends that seem to ‘disappear’ at times without a trace.

It’s just at times life does intrude upsetting normal balance
Perhaps to focus on one friend for happiness not fair
Demanding where our strokes come from a useless form of parlance
And more joy found if we can trust what nature has to share.

For God has better things to do than spill what’s in your basket
And trusting that your friends still care could be the wisest move
To fume at what you can’t control in fact could blow a gasket
And trusting in herself is just how ‘Stella found her groove.’

Brian Johnston
February 27, 2015


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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To My Brother

When we were kids, we caused some trouble 
We had our squabbles, and then I'd tattle
A few disputes, a fib, a shout
Poor mom would come, and sort it out
Untangle kids she'd gladly strangle...
then, would finally send us off to pout

But you were my star,… so tall you stood…
And  .. although I tried, to reach that far, 
I never could-

When I was little, and you would laugh
at my attempts to do a task,
I'd blow a gasket...and that would last
until we passed into our teens...
And then so fast, the time would pass
and you were off to see the world-
And how I longed, to have you back.  
 
While looking back, I see more clearly
and love you dearly, for being there...
For being fair, for being you...

And something else, I'll say that's true...
You were my idol
You were my hero, you made me proud
I'll say it now, I'll say it loud
that you still do.
 
Did you know…. My darling brother,
all my life, as we were growing
I looked to you, to make me climb
a little higher, and all that time
I saw the world, a little better
I looked to you, a little older
to make me try a little harder

For, I was shy...and you were not,
You gave me goals, to reach the spot...
To try my best, to reach the gold
As we got older, I saw it clearer
And we grew nearer, which says a lot.
 

You were my star, and you still are
 
You helped me know, you helped me grow
Did you know you still inspire
that little spark…
Did you know I still admire
And after all, these many years
….I still strive
            …… to toe the mark ?



Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012


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Noxious Noises

I must say that in my four score years I've done it all and seen it all,
But in the autumn of my life, noxious noises drive me up the wall!
I like the soothing sound of most music and birds trilling in the trees,
But, Lord, spare me the wheezing of those bagpipes, if you please!

I like the sound of thunder and the rain falling softly on my roof,
But I could strangle the neighbor for letting his mutt yap and woof!
I can tolerate classical music until the prima donna Madame Zaria,
Begins to belt out her raucous contralto in an intolerable aria!

A most trying nuisance and I suppose one of my biggest gripes,
Are kids with boom boxes and their jalopies with those roaring pipes!
I don't mind the occasional rumbling of a train or the screaming jets,
But when dining I suffer acid reflux hearing inane cell phone vignettes!

I've got a bone to pick with the inventor of the wailing saxaphone!
That and the squeaking of a clarinet are more than I can condone!
I like western musical harmony sung by "The Sons Of The Pioneers."
But spare me those "She Done Me Wrong Songs" - they aggravate my ears!

Why can't folks keep their cats inside so they aren't yowling on my lawn,
And a hex on the dude revving his Harley Davidson waking me at dawn!
I reckon before I blow a gasket or worse yet lose my poise,
I'd better rush out and buy some ear plugs to stifle that noxious noise!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2012


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Threat Assessment

Not everyone who sees a “Wolf” is really in much danger
For lone wolves are quite shy and only show a woodsy face
Not everyone who feels alone is really such a stranger
To friends that seem to ‘disappear’ at times without a trace.

It’s just at times life does intrude upsetting normal balance
Perhaps to focus on one friend for happiness not fair
Demanding where our strokes come from a useless form of parlance
And more joy found if we can trust what nature has to share.

For God has better things to do than spill what’s in your basket
And trusting that your friends still care could be the wisest move
To fume at what you can’t control in fact could blow a gasket
And trusting in herself is just how ‘Stella found her groove.’

Brian Johnston
February 27, 2015


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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Haiku's Are Delicious



Haiku's are delicious, I eat 'em for lunch With a side of guacamole to combat the crunch Goes right to my basket At times blow a gasket I'm trying to get rid of this extra big lump


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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You Coulda Walked



Not everyone's enamoured by my humour At risk of my head being bopped Say things in jest that are taken as serious Chancing a punch in the chops Like when I once said to a very large lady Pressing two in the up elevator “That's just one floor, you coulda walked!” Almost ended up on the floor Another time down in Old Cape Cod In a store getting out of the sun A lady knocked over a large display stand Yelled “Now look what you've done!” Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple She was just about to blow a gasket However, luckily cooler heads prevailed Considered myself quite fortunate “Look before you leap” as the saying goes Often insert my foot in my mouth Runs the risk of hard blows to the head And injury to my parts down south © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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A Booger



Silliness doesn't run in my family, it gallops If you wanna be slim like Bugs Bunny, eat raw carrots Other stuff you can do Sneezing? A calorie or two So pick out that booger before you blow a gasket


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017


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Haikus Are Delicious



Haiku's are delicious, I eat 'em for lunch With a side of guacamole to combat the crunch Goes right to my basket At times blow a gasket I'm trying to get rid of this extra big lump


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017


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Food From Other Cultures



Food from other cultures broaden our dining experience A venturesome spirit leads to makes us totally delirious Expands our horizons Cravings do widen Till we blow a gasket, to our drooling we're oblivious


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018