Best Bottom Line Poems
True happiness is attainable for everyone
It's just a matter of mind over matter
It's quite simple when you think about it
A positive approach to life makes all the difference
Turns grey skies to blue
Turns a sad day into a happy one
It certainly doesn't take much effort
Just a positive upbeat attitude
Life doesn't need to be that complicated
It's how we approach it
Of course if you wake up with a frown on your face
It's sets the mood for the whole day
Greet the morning with a great big smile
And sing a happy tune, it'll set the tone for the whole day
It may seem just too simple at first
But the more you do it, the more comfortable you are
You won't be able to wipe the smile from your face
People will think you just inherited a million dollars
Sadly, I can't always follow my own advice
But I'm successful most of the time
BOTTOM LINE... THINK HAPPY
Naughtiness seems to be the name of the game
Writing serious stuff no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is, I can't be to blame
© Jack Ellison 2015
How's your bottom line working out?
Have you checked it's progress today?
Is it dipping and diving like the markets
Is it drooping to your utter dismay?
Some are quite big, some are small
Each one has a place in society
They all possess that irresistible charm
So there's no need for any anxiety!
Now take me for instance, I like 'em all
But someone should restrict the sound
At times it can be very destructive
Rumbling and shaking the ground!
There's not a more alluring sight
Than a bottom with a great swing and sway
It's actually quite entertaining to watch
But be careful to stay out of it's way!
How's your bottom line working out?
Are you happy with what trails behind
If you are, then you should feel quite fortunate
To be blessed with a fine bottom line!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Really can't believe my good fortune
This tale I'll do my best to shorten
The real bottom line
Was her yummy behind
It definitely relieved my damn boredom
© Jack Ellison 2013
There was a woman of Rett
who alas was constantly wet.
She took a chance
wore extra pants.
But folks sat by her with regret.
The years I've played in the field of Love
(Could I ask for any more?)
Am I swept away by Love's great flood,
Or washed adrift upon its shore?
And what have I learned from all of this;
The years I've played in Love's grand field?
I have only one solemn wish:
To give my Heart a Sword and Shield
*Write with your heart contest entry
"The heart is forever inexperienced."
**I confess that this is not a new poem written specifically for this contest; however, I feel it embodies the quote completely, purely by coincidence. I hope it is acceptable, nonetheless and you will consider it in your judging :)
True happiness is attainable for everyone
It's just a matter of mind over matter
It's quite simple when you think about it
A positive approach to life makes all the difference
Turns grey skies to blue
Turns a sad day into a happy one
It certainly doesn't take much effort
Just a positive upbeat attitude
Life doesn't need to be that complicated
It's how we approach it
Of course if you wake up with a frown on your face
It's sets the mood for the whole day
Greet the morning with a great big smile
And sing a happy tune, it'll set the tone for the whole day
It may seem just too simple at first
But the more you do it, the more comfortable you are
You won't be able to wipe the smile from your face
People will think you just inherited a million dollars
Sadly, I can't always follow my own advice
But I'm successful most of the time
BOTTOM LINE... THINK HAPPY
©Jack Ellison
Bottom line's about popularity
Achieved through division, polarity
No chants of 'Learn, baby, learn'
No yells for 'Earn, baby, earn'
The sixties shouted 'Burn, baby, burn'
Fast forward to today, nothing has changed
Just the issues and actors rearranged
Screams for 'reproductive rights'
'Defund the police' dogfights
Aging boomers for Gen Z-ers exchanged
Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last.
It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street,
Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat.
Oh, don’t weary me with visions from the Ghost of Christmas Gone.
It’s a fairy tale for paupers who’ll be just as poor come dawn.
I’ve no sympathy for indolence, nor ignorance and want.
If you’re looking for compassion, find another bank to haunt.
Oh, don’t bother me with worries from the Ghost of Christmas Done.
Send those children of the gutter to the workhouse, every one!
Put their noses to the grindstone in a more productive game;
Earning porridge making bootstraps for the barefoot and the lame.
Oh, don’t humbug me with pleadings from the Ghost of Christmas Lost.
Sir, the figures on my balance sheet won’t justify the cost.
So, our business is concluded and I’m free to wash my hands.
Tell the Sisters of St. Alban’s, the eviction notice stands!
The night grows silent after you have gone
I sigh, knowing it was you I could count on
Moon glows quietly, pouring out her light
While the stars glisten across the dusky night
The night reminds me that I’m utterly alone
Oh my, how our time together has flown?
When will I see you again… in the eternal
Where we’ll elude the unending nocturnal
The night sings of the sun’s soft beckoning
From morning’s heart – tis’ the day of reckoning
When the yesterday trembles with disbelief
Because this day is such an auspicious relief
The night grows weary with its revelations
Tender admissions of the heart’s foundations
Quivering hues of wonders and veracities
Abiding in the soul with adoring capacities
The night gentles those who know its beauty
Love this alive is more than the heart’s duty
This is the blessing that never stops giving
Because we know God, we are really living
The night is like an honest look at His grace
And the moments excite like hope’s embrace
Wherever you go, remember He is there
And, whatever you do, know that He’s aware
Let go of the pain, the struggles and strife
Take hold of His hand and find eternal life
Know the love that comes to hearts who agree
God gave His Son to set the prisoner free…
The night surely knows that the prisoner was me
And while I don’t have the words, I finally see
Beyond the darkness of the past, there is a hope
Hope that heals and reassures that I can truly cope
Wherever I go, I know the love that leads my soul
And as long as I look to Jesus, my heart will be whole
So that I can see beyond the prayers and praise
To the love that colors me in this grace that will amaze
Wherever I go, God walks with me and guides me
I’m sure that He’s stronger than the strongest tree
And when I look to Him, there I’ll find the assurance
He is the power that offers my heart its insurance
The night whispers to me about all that I’ve left behind
But I know the One who is so beautiful and kind
He tells me that this love is always going to be mine
With Him, I have eternal life and that is the bottom line!
For young'uns out there, here's some advice
Stay focused on the prize, you don't live twice
Take advantage while here
Impress all your peers
Being the bestest souper pooper, always damn nice
Naughtiness is the name of my game
Writing serious no longer earns me fame
Seems I'm stuck in a rut
Must write about smut
So my BOTTOM line is I can't be to blame
How's your bottom line working out
Have you checked it's progress today?
Is it dipping and diving like the markets
Is it drooping to your utter dismay?
Some are quite big, some are small
Each one has a place in society
They all possess that irresistible charm
So there's no need for any anxiety
Now take me for instance, I like 'em all
But someone should restrict the sound
At times it can be quite destructive
Rumbling and shaking the ground
There's not a more alluring sight
Than a bottom with a great swing and sway
It's actually quite entertaining to watch
But be careful to stay out of it's way
How's your bottom line working out?
Are you happy with what trails behind
If you are, then you should feel fortunate
To be blessed with a fine bottom line
©Jack Ellison 2012
Miss Barker, let me say a word,
though this to many seem absurd.
Your attitude I find pragmatic,
not judgmental, not dogmatic.
So poetry is not your strength
though some will go to any length
to immortalize themselves in verse,
writing dogerell, if not worse.
Avoid concerns to you so alien.
Be what you are, a Pomeranian.