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
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!
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
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
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
Pale dream kisses exhale, surrender here and now, nobody else express.
We need to know that there is someone out there who cares
no pain, now sorrow or even despair
laughter and joviality rings through our ears
but there is always something that brings us to tears.
In a desperate struggle for this world to make sense
let's bring down the barriers and retire all defense
so confused with what's right or what's wrong
everyones fighting and this war carries on.
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