Best Chalk It Up Poems
We drew a sun, a cloud, a heart,
Umbrellas and two girls
To dress and decorate with jewels
And hats atop their curls.
Last week our art had fireworks
And flags to celebrate
July the 4th, with flowers, too
To thus commemorate.
Those chalk designs aren’t meant to last;
The old ones disappeared.
Just one good downpour wipes them out,
I thought, as dark clouds neared.
Our lives are as ephemeral
As chalk-drawn pictures seem.
We make our mark upon the earth
And vanish, like a dream.
Donald Trump can't see debt as a threat
Its immigrants that make him upset
So we must build a wall
That won't stop them at all
And to Hell with the National Debt!
Economics Trump just doesn't get
For Trump, filing bankruptcy's, "No sweat"
Donald's morals are lax
So he'll never pay tax
Chalk it up to the National Debt!*
*Our National Debt was $19.95-trillion when
Trump took office, but now stands at $22-trillion
due to Trump and cronies extravagant spending,
with no thought at all of continuing costs to maintain
nor repair a monumental Vanity Wall!
What is love, can anyone explain it?
Is it something you can buy at the store?
If you could, how much would it cost?
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aww just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
Naughty Potty Pavarotti
There was a young man named Pavarotti
His parents thought he was rather naughty
Because he sang tenor
He could not draw banger
For his mom made him sit on the potty.
Written: 5/10/15
Theresa
At the time I wrote this I was going to enter it into a contest
but as always I missed the contest. Oh well chalk it up to another
limerick has been penned.
Jesse Evans and The Boys earned much notoriety
during the old west's most untamed and wild history.
Raiding resturants and salloons they would drink and eat for free.
"Chalk it up!" they'd say to all of the merchants before they'd leave,
and riding along with them was one William H Bonney,
known as William Antrim formerly
and speaking Spanish fluently.
Three months earlier he was but a young boy of fifteen,
orphaned, scared, alone and in desperate need.
Now he was holding his own among outlaw killers and theives.
Such a feat for a small young boy of his stature wasn't easily achieved.
He was a prime target for this dangerous gang of thug bullies
who would often abuse him, make fun of and tease.
The kid was forced to face a very hard reality.
He could just take it and be miserable, or he could leave,
or show them all that he was a force to be respected and taken seriously.
He began practicing his shooting skills regularly,
hitting his target everytime and with lightening speed.
On his horse he would shoot at anything and everything,
whether he was stationary or whether he was moving
from every single possible concievable position
and always hit his target with such accurate precision.
Once for fun one outlaw shot the kid's hat off of his head.
The kid returned fire shooting the hat off of the outlaw's head.
Holding his pistol trained on his intended, the kid coldly said,
"I could kill you right now. I could kill you dead,
but I'm hungry and I would rather eat instead."
The kid returned to his meal and nothing more was done or said.
His message was crystal clear; Respect Me Or You're Dead
and from that moment on, respect him they all did.
Jesse Evans and The Boys now all took very seriously this Billy, this kid.
I took my first pneumonia shot
And now my arm hurts – not a lot
But just enough to let me know
That through my veins vaccine does flow.
Before this year, I’ve blown it off
But now, at least, if I should cough
I’ll chalk it up to just a cold
And panic, thus, will be controlled.
I’ll wait a week or two until
The redness leaves and then I will
Prepare again for pain and tingles
When I get the shot for shingles!
Poetic Terrorist- flagrant Errorist!
While all I write feels meritless
And all I do seems perilous!
Chalk it up to being careless...
My Heart, my Mind- about to burst!
Born, was I, a Soul accursed...
A million wounds I have nursed
Still I feel always the worse
Send helicopters full of doctors-
Tell me, what is their diagnosis?
Oh! the Tests conclude I'm awkward!
(What a bleak and poor prognosis!)
*Old experimental piece
Well, Halloween’s different this year –
More things that are real we must fear
And with no trick or treat
There’s no junk I can eat
So of candy corn I can stay clear.
Home and stoop decorations are few
And there’s hardly a costume on view.
When I walked down the street
I expected to meet
Little kids in their dress-up debut.
Chalk it up to another thing lost
And I wonder – what will be the cost?
Will we snap back real fast
Or will somberness last?
For the former, my fingers are crossed.
There is, in the Los Angeles area, a well-known brand of milk, called Alta Dena. Near also,
is the city named Alta Dena, and my grandson lives there. I asked him if he had seen the dairy there, and he told me that it does not exist. I then asked him if he had seen herds of milk cattle there and he said that he had not, and doubted that there were any. Of course I wondered why the milk had such a name, and jokingly asked him to look for at least one cow in the city, since it was well built-up, and there were no obvious open pastures at all. I told him that we could only conclude that it this had to b a very famous and rare cow that could supply all the milk needed by a large urban dairy, and thus must be insured, protected from the idle public, and secreted in some private home where she would not be disturbed. The whole story and speculation grew into a riotous family "search" for this wondrous animal. I, of course, ask my grandson each week when I see him, for a progress report on the search. Finally, I have decided to turn it into a poem:
A Search Continues
Something very hush-hush is going on
and Alta Dena folk aren't going to tell.
All cowdom secreted within its bovine lair
yet Bo would stare contentedly at us
with no incursive moo directed at the hellish
vine that she must eat, in lieu of meadow grass.
That ever-present cud must still
be masticated; yea, her celebrated udder
must be filled.
Yet none admit to having sighted her.
Beastiana though she be, no Altadenian
will dare so much as low on her behalf,
no bull, Eden-bound, is ready to exchange
his bold, testicular desire
to service mewling ruminants
who merely run away.
Nay, uncowed are they, though cowed they be,
and cowards not--and if you do not see
their wisdom, chalk it up to power,
Bo's mammary magnificence, so easily
in jeopardy before a single squeeze,
not of a nipple but a trigger
thus applied, and speeding out of sight.
Challenge, indeed, our quest to find
this noble and prolific queen
who dominates with graceful quietude
her milky empire slurping quite
without a care, lush liquid destined
not to slosh within her, rather
in those tumescent tummies
ever crying out for more.
Would I betray them for a share?
Of course. Away with those content
to sour the milk of human kindness
with deception. Let the search go on!
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By design it was supposed to keep
couples together, threw prayer and
communication it was designed to
make everything better, but what
good are those vows if you're not
equally standing on that solid rock,
what good is a promise if one
person decided their belief in the
father should so suddenly stop, and
that ship that was once docked by
that everlasting covenant, that love
just sailed away slowly but surely all
of a sudden, whether single in Christ
or married to a wife, there is no
relaxation nobody has the right to
say What's right when you never
asked them what was wrong, call it
an assault charge not physically but
you did em emotional & spiritual
harm, I mean who gets married not
wanting that happily ever after,
which was once a best selling book
turns into a dreadful chapter or
should've and would've chalk it up
to regrets, or a list you should've
kept but there's no blueprint for this
no matter how much you follow
them steps, it's like a scary movie
now but don't look away on them
horror scenes that might just be
what'll save you change you, I been
there done it emotionally I been
maimed too but who's to blame
you? That's right when you don't
look to the father you suffer
misdirection and this is a life
changing decision America's view on
marriage is such a misconception,
it's actually a blessing when it's
done right and founded on hope,
turn that negative into a positive
hold on to that three strand rope.
What is love, can anyone explain it
Is it something you can buy at the store
If you could, how much would it cost
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just poop outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aw just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Last night there was a star stumbling in the sky
Mumbling like an imbecile cuz it was high
Each disrespectful word
Was totally absurd
It makes me wonder... what is wrong with this guy?
He has no clue how to write poems that make sense
Guess I'll chalk it up to his mind being dense
He's a turkey and a pig
or better yet, a prig
For lacking the quality of effulgence
My anger has a limit, when I expense my valued time. I mean, appointments were made & confirmed, then upon arrival, cancelled...with little reason or rhyme.
Now my effort taken wasn't simple, as it involved a complex route. Such
as a bus, the train, & then some dense urban forest along this lengthy
commute.
You might imagine my frustration, when on arrival, I'm told
they can't help. As they chalk it up to a computer error, so
what can I do, go complain on Yelp.
Now of course first, I must reverse my trip, through the urban jungle,
to the train and finally the bus. While I search for some kind of remedy,
where I can scream & shout, and probably cuss.
I know eventually I'll calm down, and try to find some equitable recourse. Such
that my time and effort aren't forgotten, and I won't have to call in the big guns
and airforce.
Speaking and living off experience, what I've experienced goes against what I know, like I should take it slow, slow down my emotions I'm soaking in love because I love that feeling, but the cards I been dealing is sort of like the cards I been dealt. I sink head first instead of just taking it slow, so I end up with a lot of deleted numbers, text messages, and burned pictures Yeah I'm filled with love but still I'm drowning in this pitcher I drink from. Painting perfect pictures with my imperfect hands, Yeah I what this and I really need that look at my check list can I really give it back. I'll admit it sometimes I'm double minded but I put away those thoughts like never mind it, trying to align it with what I would like to call Ms. Right, there's no such thing most people change overnight, so in light of my new discovery having the rug pulled right from under me I hate this feeling so I go back to the drawing board, write a new blueprint that's fits me fundamentally and hopefully to find someone that I'm mentally spiritually & emotionally compatible with, story of my life right I guess I'll just dismantle it again. There's no rush I know chalk it up to me always getting so caught up ready to give my all it's amazing this heart of mine isn't tore up, but I guess with every short story I have more to tell than actually show, it's hard to take your own advice sometimes, but I gotta stay meek with the next one and just take it slow.
What beliefs within that do you define
the adversary's lies or Gods Truth divine
like a child absorbed what you've been taught
have you examined the things that are thought
In the stronghold of your heart and mind
the vast majority of information you will find
is designed to impair accurate thinking
because six thousand years of deceit are drinking
The Word of Truth is made for our correction
to tear down the the entanglements of defection
to expose corruption and self deception
the barriers and veil to the Father connection
People believe in angels but seem to forget
that the armies of Lucifer are still here yet
a deceiver and lies are his pathways
to deaden hearts where clouded thinking stays
Is the easter bunny a truth or lie
and when children grow up and do ask why
in the Truth of God they haven't believed
because like a fairy tale it is received
Just another story as it's understood
like the fables to show evil and good
that the outcome and end can't be serious
because they believe the Truth is mysterious
The paths of Truth lay within simplicity
and it's clarity does overcome lies duplicity
Gods Kingdoms children and such like ones
speak a single Truth not Babylon's tongues
Like the fiction of fairy tales lies reside
in religious doctrine whitewashed graves hide
by pomp and pageantry Jesus teaching denied
and the indoctrination of demons Gods Word belied
Fiction upon fiction are children fed
so like those tales Gods Truth made dead
why take it seriously when one is grown
all stories end happily in heaven is shown
What is important is what they get now
for death doesn't exist for eternal soul anyhow
Beliel and Satan and prophetic prediction
they can just chalk it up as another fiction
One cannot teach lies and be a spiritual Jew
by teaching of Jesus can only speak what is True
to be a Son of God with all lies must brake
for Holy Spirit must heart and mind remake
The Word of God should affect all reason
and clean out all thoughts that to God are treason
Jesus may have died to save all from sin
but that won't help if not reborn within
Behold I am coming quickly says He that is True
to cleanse the earth and make all things new
broad the path to destruction those chosen few
they have believed Gods Word and whats holy renew
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