Best Gayly Poems
JAN HAS A FAN
Jan Has no Tan
I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she drank her tea on the can
She is as White as pure Sand
I once met a gal in white dress
I fell straight in love I must confess
She was drinking her tea
While I stared at her knee
Surely my intentions she guessed
She Sips Her Tea Daily
I once met a gal drinking Tea
My heart was pumping in glee
From her nose to her toes
When she smiled I froze
So charming I become a devotee
While I Admire Her so Gayly
When I saw the lady in the white dress
My thoughts she I did undress
As she gazed out the window
She caught peeking Jimbo
Who was in quite the state of distress
I am a fan of the great poet Jan
There once was a gal who could fart
She refined it into an art
Her white dress in a breeze
Would lift till you sneeze
But she’ll always be my sweetheart
Notes: I just realized the title, as far as Jan is concerned , well could have a double meaning!
Tribute to my Poet Angel
5/24/2025
I never espected to be blessed by a Poet Angel here.
But this is composed for him, who calms my tears and fears.
No, we two, do not get caught in that net to read each other daily!
But he’s always at my side, for immense requests, to soothe my soul, gayly!
When he comments, it is never in a hurry, like an icy, two word, stamp!
I do forget all he has done and no, boring robotic, comments are not his way.
The absence of arrogance, true friendship blooms for us~in this month of May.
Great people, like him, that make life so full, may he be blessed in everyway!
5/24/2025
The laundry on the line is dancing in time
to a wind whipped tune in early June
it tosses and turns, it whooshes and whirls
around and around in a yard before noon.
As clothes gayly flow, with pink socks in tow
the magic of the cool breeze surrounds
while bold colored shirts flirt with frilly skirts
the gossip from lace nighties abounds.
Sweet dresses sway and swiftly sashay
‘round blue jeans and tee shirts alike
they flip and they flap, they jitter and snap
as the wind crescendos and spikes.
Sheets fill up and fluff in billowing puffs
‘til the breeze takes a break and rests
“hands” then appear to put an end to the cheer
and the clothes slump and know they must rest.
In all of my days, of this simple display
I had never imagined or thought
that a view from afar, a clothes line in a yard
could bring pleasure that cannot be bought.
5/5/2022
Actually saw my first robin today
Gayly flitting from branch to branch
Please don't tell my super jock friends
They're just waiting for a chance
They'll start calling me “sweetie pie”
And kissing me on the cheek
Ask if they could escort me to the ball
And giving my nose a wee tweak
I'm just as manly as all those guys
With a soft side they don't possess
No excuses for my feminine tendencies
Even comfortable wearing a dress
Okay maybe that's going too far
The wearing of a dress I mean
Really haven't stopped playing with dolls
Now live ones wearing tight jeans
Can't believe this all started with a robin
A harbinger of upcoming spring
As I gayly prance through fields of clover
To a bouquet of roses I cling!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Let Us Paint Stars in the Heavens
But first, you must come and carry me in your arms.
For human utterances, nothing to me, do they convey,
Simpy, the raw, bare, nakedness of us, sets me aflame!
Reflecting our stunning sexuality in that flowered pool,
next to Mount Olympus.
Where Pan, happily, his flute doth gayly, play.
In our Grecian land, where we have so many times have lain.
On God's verdant carpet of grass, Grecian gardenia mixed
with your manly scent.
May my last breath be only a swooming sea!
That is the very human scent of only desirable you and the
ever most wanton me.
How shy was I, that very first time, swept away by the site
of your haunting rippling flesh!
Embarrassed, oh yes, I wanted to look away!
But swooned at your virile manhood, nonetheless.
Captured was I, a total, forever, a prisoner of you!
Nothing innocent about us shall ever be written.
And yes, I wish it just to be exactly so!
For we are blessed to be passions' slaves in full glory.
We paint the stars in heaven without shame and no
faux romantic story!
A tale of us, most rare and divine, unspeakably delirious.
Where I can always feel your eternal hands, traversing
my naked spine.
I, your slave, till that final cloud takes me forever home.
To exist in the heavens, in our Orpheus star, never more lost,
eternally....
Within you, my eternal, celestial home, no more to roam.
July 29, 2020
Entered in Silent One's Sensuality Contest
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer
Outside my windowpane
Daylight dwindles
Sunshines sparsely
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our heads
Shadows stretch out deep
Swaying weeping willows sweep
Smoke smells flow through the crisp air
Musky scent from stonefire oven pits
Spiced up dishes mouthwatering lit
Lavish and lustrous ambers crackle
Flaming orange leaves swirl around and prance
Seducing all to voyeur their performance
Golden crinkled copper leaves splayed
Reaching, rustling to the ground
Making shuffling sounds
Minty blues peak through scarlet rays
Fall cashmere shawls display!
Autumn gardens
Nights that linger lasting moments
Granting lover’s time
For making romance
Oh how I miss being six;
No problems that couldn't be fixed.
Important decisions of cavort;
Was which hill to make my fort.
How to make the stray kitten follow my lead;
So that " It followed me home" was an honest plead.
Trying to guess with an experienced hunch;
What was the mystery meat in the school's lunch.
Hand catching craw dads and small fish;
Waiting for the first star to make a wish.
Mud pies and tea parties by invitation only;
The little girl's private teddy bear ceremony.
Splashing in puddles and climbing trees;
Skinning my elbows and knees.
Picking wild berries and black heart cherries;
Staging my own revolutionaries.
Making shapes out of clouds;
Laughing and singing out loud.
Wishing for rain but not chancing the odds;
Sacrificing my sister's barbie dolls to the rain gods.
Under a patch work quilt, snuggled safely;
With my feather tick pillow I fall asleep gayly.
My mother wraps her arm around me like a shawl;
And whispers "Goodnight and sweet dreams Doll".
The old goose is getting plump
Must be some special occasion in the offing
Oh I remember, that jolly old man
Will soon be riding into town on his sleigh
Pulled by eight happy boisterous reindeer
He'll be ringing his bell and singing
Those happy Christmas songs we all know so well
That have been with us for a lifetime
“Frosty The Snowman” and
“Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!”
Ahhh... those joyous memories of when we were kids
Waking up early on Christmas morn
But having to wait until Mom and Dad
Gave us the okay to tear downstairs
Our hearts overflowing with excitement
As we first set sight on the gayly wrapped presents
Piled high under and around the tree
What joy, what excitement
Breakfast??? Who could eat breakfast?
We were allowed to open one present each
But then we had to sit at the table for a good hearty meal
How cruel was that, a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast
We gulped it down and waited for the signal
That we could leave the table
And take our seats as our dear old Dad
Read the tags on each present out loud
When he called out our name, our hearts raced
We quickly ripped of the colourful paper
That Santa's workers had so carefully placed
And screamed out with delight, “I GOT IT!”
It was just what we had asked for
Santa must have had secret agents snooping around
What a time it was and what a time it is remembering!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
He gathers all flowers he sees to show off his romance.
He chops all trees he faces to show off his masculinity.
He gayly spits out a lump of saliva to show off his coolness.
He leaves traces of money wherever he goes to show off his richness.
He sings everyday, every moment to show off his persistency and passion.
But she doesn't stare into his eyes
with admiration nor satisfaction nor true desire.
Her eyes are a pair of story tellers, without a tint of a lier.
They only speak the truth, insulting the man with a harsh glare.
This time, his simple-mindedness carries him away.
His lack of mind demonizes his very heart and bones of his soul,
Snapping at once like a monster, existing as a deleterious being.
He goes mad, killing hundreds, thousands, millions, thirsty for a genuine love,
only waiting for to see a swarm of oozing blood waves gushing in and out of his lungs.
He cannot cope with this madness,
His responsibility he has once established.
At last, he cuts his breath with an undeniable slash with his double edged sword,
chanting a regretful cry out of his body until the silence takes over his surrounding.
La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?
Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl
hanging gayly on enchantress Elizabeth Taylor's chest,
or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,
Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary
as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered from afar.
You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago
in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.
He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,
A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own
Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,
But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone
just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.
Freedom- May we always cherish it.
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )
Hi I am a leaf!
Of a tree, I am the beauty.
I work hard and fulfill all my duty.
For the tree, I make food,
Which I share with all my dude.
So, I am generous not mean.
As I am born, I am green.
I think I might,
Be as bright as light.
Because of my beauty, I'm full of pride
Just like a beautiful, pretty bride.
I am soft, tender and nice.
In my heart, there is no malice.
I dance, as the wind blow.
And slowly and gradually I grow.
Then comes the rainy season,
And obstacles come on by one.
Rudely comes the rain with lighting & thunder.
"What should I do?", I wonder.
"Should I lose my courage and patience?
Or should I fight against their oppressions?"
I didn't lose confidence and I won.
When the rain had gone,
I was full of pearly dots of water,
Like a neck of a wife or a daughter,
Adorned by a necklace of pearl,
Which is as pretty as the smile of a young girl.
Gayly the birds fly and the squirrel squeaks.
Days passed and passed the weeks.
Then comes the time of bitter cold,
Comes the time, when I become old.
Ya, Winter arrives! Comes the day,
When my color fades away.
My color changes from green to yellow and then to brown.
As the spring arrives, I fall down.
Hi, I was a leaf!
Now a new leaf will take my place,
And run in the life's race.
In my whole life I'm silent but rustle after demise.
From deep of my heart I wish to give you an advice.
Like me, live the life cheerfully my friend.
Live the life before comes the end.
Be courageous, never lose confidence.
Never be haughty, never have arrogance.
Don't live with a foolish pride,
Because, one day, you'll also be died.
Always help the meek,
And never harm the weak.
Everything you get, you should share.
And respect all those, who take your care.
Life isn't so smooth, it's rough.
But nothing is too hard or tough.
Always give a try.
Now bye, good bye!
Like frolicking friends,
Rivers chat, murmuring sounds,
Homeward bound, gayly.
Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature
immortal,
for there we are.
Again, and again,
we do sojourn.
I am yes... so
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.
There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the
Window.
If thee suffer, dire
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.
A graceful tidbit
of gentle music,
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.
A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von
Nettesheim.
Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian,
a' tres joli
Cherubian.
Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum
vena sacrificulus,
parry only valerius,
Heroine erroneous.
Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.
An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio. Our souls
allied.
Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.
Through an act of man
to woman fine,
young, and able.
Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."
Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . .
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.
A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.
An abundance exuberated,
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.
So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.
Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique,
a new world of expressive
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!
“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson
love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain
unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft
the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last