Best Ely Poems

Litany of do this and don’t do that…
My dearest mother is a champion of verbalizing such 
Not as a loquacious orator, but as a virtuous lady*
Exemplifying in her own right Proverbs 31:10-31** of the Bible.

Now as a “guardian mother” myself
I learned that Mama’s good success-list
Actually...

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Always work in tandem, and...

     Pray for one another.
          Appreciate one another.
               Rely on one another.
  ...

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Tom Price phones up John Ely. 

"I hear you sell some of the best horses in the county 

I'm sending out my best guy if he likes the goods 
we're buying one of your horses. 

My guy is a midget with a speech impediment just...

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Words of Warner is the title of my second book, coming soon
Author, songwriter, musician, producer, philosopher, poet
Recognized as a poet of merit International Society of Poets
Nominated as poet of the year 2007 by The Society of Poets
Editors choice award, Howard Ely managing editor poetry.com 
Romance...

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Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker

The Killer came to town 
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown 
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd 
Payin up to 5 bucks 
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But…	that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At...

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Only organic fruits will do...
Rely on nature through and through.
Going to an orchard nearby
And pick our apples 'neath dark sky...
No one around on us to spy.
Into the night we're off to pick...
Cannot be seen, that is our trick.

Forgetting that, of course, these days
Real orchards have...

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To be behind a slight disguise
behind those liquid lavender eyes

long search hard to find
a special soul nothing unkind

a feeling strong a heart that’s true
but wait I think they’re deep deep blue

I stare into a certain fate
I feel the pulse with quickened gate

spirit image and magic...

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THE ARCHAEOLOGIST’S WIFE
Sorry I cannot say her name, you all know her well
She was my brother’s wife at the Kimmerdale
My brother was an archaeologist
He found a pot in Egypt
In Tutankhamen’s chamber
Believe me it was made of amber.

And my brother’s wife, Karen
Her dad came from Ely...

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The light was brief
on that ' figured leaf '
when man trembled
to the outer spheres,
that once made keep
when the vault was deep
in the omen years ;
the insane rage
of the median age
for a heretic's life,
when the Abbott, knew
the souls, that flew
from such frightful ken,
and thereupon to Acheron
in...

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The boy is gone
Just wish and let him go
You can travel on
But it’s a new day don’t you know
It’s another dawn
You may find another road
To take a hold of what
You never understood 
Just let him go
He did the best he could

In the first place I...

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why i took a chance and
decided to try the new poetry 
dot com sight started off great
two months ago until i noticed 

a strange mans face with 
my name and poem completely 
beside myself not a racist 
bone in my body being mixed

myself half Italian...

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In 1961 it’s for a weekend away

On a grey winter Friday.

Out from London, 

We drive north on

The A10 to the Wash.

 

Beyond Ely it’s flat and bleak.

It’s an impression we seek

Of a region we’ve not seen 

Where at Christmas the Queen

Is at Sandringham near the...

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Such purrfect beauty in female form
I bet her skin is soft and warm
I'd place her hands inside of mine
And guide them on the neck so fine
Then gently we would start to play
A lively piece, a French bourrée
We'd sip red wine, we'd start to dance 
And...

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I knew my life was in grave danger when I contacted the FBI desperate plea for dire help IDENTITY FRAUD ON MY LIFE BY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY received threats from special agent Alan King I’d written about me at Black Panther Party breakfast...

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Harvesting Pumpkins

From villages in Iowa,
Indiana, Minnesota and Nebraska
and from towns in the Dakotas,
Wisconsin and Michigan,
there stream to Chicago in spring
parades of lithe girls
looking for boys 
who will look at them

but who find instead
men who will wine them
through summer,
who will wait until fall
to thresh in the...

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