Best Get Used To It Poems
Her dress was magnificent; it showed off her skin
And the green of her eyes. It went well with her lipstick.
He tried his best to talk her out of it.
I never liked phthalo, he said. But she laughed.
Periwinkle? He guessed. She laughed again.
Persian blue? Twinge-let, her parrot said. They both laughed.
You are not talking me out of it, she told him.
I feel sexy and happy, and you will love all the attention
it will give you.
His boss and his boss’s boss could not keep their eyes
off of her.
He did not like it at all!
It is zaffre, she told him afterwards. I will wear it often
and whenever I like. If you want me you will have to get used to it.
Zaffre must be a magical color, he thought, but he got used to it
because he loved her.
If you have a sleep disorder, I strongly advise that you have it checked
Apparently, if it is serious enough, it can even lead to death
Was diagnosed with very serious "sleep apnea" a while ago
The treatment, is extremely difficult to get used to
Ever try sleeping with two plastic thingies stuck up your nose
I guess I'll get used to it eventually
People that have been using a machine like this for years
Swear by it and tell me the results will be fantastic... like night and day
But I must be patient and persevere. It will take a little while to get used to
Really? Are you saying eventually I won't notice these thingies up my nose?
Maybe if I drug myself till I think I'm a fairy princess
Or a famous Shakespearean actor in tights
I'm willing to give it a shot! Oops! Sorry, lost my train of thought there
The thought of me prancing around as a fairy princess
Has always kind of appealed to me... oops!
I mean, as a Prince Charming
Now back to my sleep apnea, wish me luck
It's supposed to make me more rested, sweet and happy
SO GET OUT OF MY FACE TILL THEN YOU GUYS!
We must be patient, this is not going to happen overnight!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Why don’t I feel sad …why don’t I sit and cry
I am simply in limbo
Our lives have changed forever
Mum has moved out of her home
She couldn’t stay in the house with you no longer there
She kept expecting to see you in your armchair or standing by the window
I have no tears to cry …
Guess I shed them in the weeks before you died
After 18 years of helping you both my life is back to being mine
I am sure in time I will get used to it
But now I simply feel empty and confused
Death is a part of the cycle of life
I thought it would be easier for me now you are gone
But it’s harder than ever
15th March 2015
(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*)
Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors):
If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows.
Exercise every day - outside if you can (pandemic).
YOU, ain’t ALL THAT. Get used to it - maybe you were hot-crap in high school - but not HERE. You got a 1590 SAT and a 34 ACT score?
Congratulations, you’re one of the average students.
Never, ever, EVER miss a class (as a freshmen).
Visualize your morning the night before and GET UP EARLY.
Time management - TIME MANAGEMENT - TIME MANAGEMENT
Complete assignments as soon as you can.
You’re going to have 4 to 6 hours of homework every night - STUDY
Procrastination will kill you - STUDY
Go to events - be social - but leave early. “Popularity” isn’t important here - this isn’t high school.
Don’t expect to meet besties right away.
Don’t go to frat parties alone.
Hookup culture can be toxic.
Don’t date seniors - just don’t.
Never get a razor cut, your ends will split.
Be sure, I'm aware of your critical eye, why should I care?
I don't have to look like you do, because you can't compare.
There is such a thing as individual expression, so don't stare.
Even if it "ruffles your feathers", I don't really care!
Maybe you should loosen up, borrow some of my flair.
Everyone will just have to get used to it, so BITE ME, there!
Written on 5/31/2015
(True feelings)
Not all culture are the same
If variety of different culture did not exist
Variety of history of life and different culture food would not exist. They would not be much to talk about if everything
Was the same.
What is the desperation of people want me to be this
African girl that I will never be.
For I am a Caribbean French girl get used to it already.
I am not a "niger" for I am not African from the Niger country, nor Neither is my son.
So really I think alot of few people need to relearn about history and culture.
I have my own culture background to put up with, what
Makes you think I would want to be part of another ( no offense)
I am sick of tired of the disrespect, for it goes both ways, I could do the same.
A person maybe the same color as another but that does
not mean they from the same background.
A respectable fashion is always display, which means
You ask but don't assume. For it could be done to you
I don't know if is being done in disrespect, but if it's so
Something must be wrong with thee upbringing not mines.
This nonsense been going on for a very long time.
The desperation of them wanting me to be this African girl
That will never happen.
Basically correction 101 I am a woman not a Niger nor a Muslim nor Dominican nor Jamaican. I am old enough to be your mother or sister ect. Thank God I am not.
I will not low to your level for the way I see it one of us have
To be the mature one, I see, it would be me
The clouds look so harmless, so meaningless
But when they're there, and the sun can't shine through,
I feel you a little bit less.
Dear Mum...
I hope you watched me today,
I tried to let nothing get in the way of my unexpected ambition.
Seeing my dreams come to fruition, though, is nothing compared
to having you here to be able tell you about it.
I am unlearning morse code, it's like going blind,
I have to adjust, change, roll with the times and get used to it.
I feel like you and I are without a conduit.
I went to send you a message,
but is a message still sent if you're not there?
I feel scared, the phone is a reminder
of when you'd tell me to be just a little bit kinder.
Listen, remember, regret.
Repeat.
Look at the photographs, cry, weep, repeat.
The touch points of my life are still in place, milestones still not met
but the memory of your smiling face
stops me like a fox in the road,
scavenging on tatty Polaroids to feed
something that everyone says I should be soon throwing away.
I'm not ready yet to do all that.
Your fingerprints on a glass are the only things I can make last.
I first met him in July, seventeen years later
I was shocked to see how much he looked like his maternal uncle
So nothing like me except, maybe, the eyes...yeah, the eyes
"Hi, Alex, I'm Jim." We shook hands and I pulled him into an "ambush" hug
"You can blame your aunt for this", I whispered in his ear
"She made me PROMISE that I would" I said out loud
We jabbered like two magpies the 60 miles home
I started to realize we had many of the sames tastes AND views
We had never known each other; I was never involved in his development
His mom and stepfather were my polar opposites in every aspect
Somehow, two divergent paths had met in the middle to find so much common ground
I started to realize my absence hadn't done as much damage as I had thought
He was cool about it... he put me at ease... he was already a man!
He met the rest of my crazy clan over the next 12 days and survived them all
He seemed, to me, like he had found some sort of missing link in his life
Like some puzzle piece had been put right
He vowed to return permanently after graduation, and he really means it
He also vowed to have his first name legally changed to "Link" upon turning 18
A truer Zelda fan I've not met
I am still trying to get used to it, but I support it 100%
We chat at least weekly via the internet, making small talk here and there
It fills some of the void, but it's not enough.......
And I find myself......
Missing Link..............
*THIS IS MY TRUE STORY OF ME AND MY SON*
Don't know if you've ever had this affliction
This affliction called Grumble Tummy
Sometimes quite humorous how it vocalizes
With some very strange sounds quite funny
Haven't got a clue what's going on down there
Thought it might be constructing a dam
In an attempt to divert some stuff it's not fond of
Like beets and brussels sprouts from a can
Don't think it appreciates processing that stuff
Would rather have ice cream and pop
Guess it's not wild bout my changing lifestyle
It moans and grumbles nonstop
Told my tummy you better get used to it
It's what you can expect from now on
Asked to keep the grumbling down to a roar
But it's allowed from bedtime till dawn
© Jack Ellison 2013
Put a U in topia
Every house renter is to own,
forget the rich, cos they will moan,
about this change of pitch,
self serving super twits,
Dollar greed is never fair,
for when you're dead it isn't there,
you selfish son of a vich,
time to tear yer heir,
a dreadful thought the switch,
equal for all is on the peoples wall,
those born to wealth will *****,
Bastardry, has cut off balls
not small, says the bugle snitch,
Duty here, is to the all,
get used to it a bit,
people power, the taste of gall,
the chamber pot is pist.
Equal wage for every sage,
or dumb as ducks Tom Tit,
Whiite light doth bring a newbie age,
you can depend on it.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVLA3j71LoU&feature=em-upload_owner
waterfall from skies compete with my thoughts
must be doing something else,
yet here I am,
Here. I am.
Again.
Why do I keep coming back here?!?
A mental shake,
as I chastise myself
I shouldn't be here, don't belong here anymore.
Most likely, I never did, just pushed myself in this place.
But I feel like a homing pigeon,
where this is the only place I know
that I can be and not be.
Where I can hide and expose myself at the same time.
With repercussions? Maybe.
I sit in my own corner and immerse myself
in the chatter, the laughter, and other matters
Nobody really notices me,
but that's ok.
I'm getting used to it.
I guess I keep coming back here
for that sense of familiarity, of a somewhat home,
for the memories.
Of myself in happier times,
of a chapter in my life that I have written
yet somehow botched up. Badly, so badly
that the words are all swimming in their own tears
Oozing ink, drowning.
But it shouldn't surprise me anymore?
This is me?
Of course I will always somehow manage to mess things up.
Some ways more than the others,
'my-esque' askewness
For some, that chapter in my life
is of course negligible. An erasable footnote perhaps?
It hurts, but we all have our own worlds,
where you may not be as important to others
as you thought, as you wanted to be.
There I went, pushing myself again,
only to be pushed away with a
thousand mile barrier of silence.
All along, being dust in that corner.
I gulp a bucket of tears,
because I will not deny it--
how much it hurts. Still.
But like what I say,
have to get used to it.
My hands are cold,
and I wipe snot from my nose,
a dainty trickle of snot, but snot nonetheless,
have had my snot-in-sheets phase,
so this is progress, that trickle.
1234, my clock says,
12345678910, I count to myself
collecting, breathing slowly
needles in my feet and shivering
Gosh, can I get any more pathetic?!
Yes, I have and I bet I will still be so.
No, this is not a pity-me thing,
more like a slap-myself thing
So I can look back, read this
and say to myself:
Others have it harder than you,
yet they stand,
I'm here sitting,
yet others stand.
...
the sky is still drumming the earth with water
and my eyes are threatening to do a duet. Again.
I chide myself, Enough now.
For my bags under my eyes are already so smooth, too deep
Too weathered and soaked for a year.
----> 'slap-myself thing', remember??
Remember.
you see, he grabs what he can get
that bearded fellow in the sky
because its the future and we forget
for what once people gave their life
everyone seems to forget
the bible was a book of philosophy
changed in the past for illiterate peasants
but it still carries the same meaning along
remember the cruisades?
i see those who hold their ground despite
the people poking holes in religious logic
i never do so,
because those holes are wounds in a past societys body
take away religion, you take away whole civilizations.
though i am not religious i have come to understand
that people should just get used to it.
Meaning is meaningless, dead; for Life holds meaning
Don't be Terrible when Troubled, to avoid a Terrible Trouble
Death is a way-off Life
mastering Life is a share waste of Time, we are not here to stay
How Foolish are you? Measure it to grow Wise
A toddler's wisdom surpasses that of a furious Wiseman
The drum beats of the Wise, falls flat at the dancing feet of a Fool
Knowledge dies, Wisdom lives beyond death
Confusing the Cock's cough with its crow, wakes the Morn early
a Roof is the Building. So is Man, Life
the Body is filled with Pain but man never get used to it
a yelling Truth is a silent one
a Knock goes further than a Scream when at a King's door-step
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
i put a door on my aquarium
so the fish could come and go as they please
although the idea might be scaring them
it's not like i made it screened
if they just barely open it
that will help to stem the flow
i know the goldfish are all hoping that
the guppies don't treat it like a swinging door
i'm sure they'll get used to it in time
as we all do things in life
and when they do they'll come to realize
above all else my genius mind
this poem was inspired by Shadow Hamilton's contest "A Bride to Her Groom". It is not an entry, but the author's contemplation of contest
I have to admit
I didn't know what to say today.
My love for you is one of those things you'd think poetry could somehow capture,
but it can't;
not even close.
Poetry can make love pretty,
or sad, or passionate,
larger than life even, but my love for you isn't larger than life;
it IS life.
I thought if I asked an army of poets
they'd be able to work out something,
but they couldn't;
not really.
Because, they don't know you the way I know you;
their lives haven't been changed
the way you've changed mine.
I'm afraid
that if I just say I love you
that it won't be enough,
that it won't be perfect,
that somehow it will be too ordinary.
But, you're going to be hearing a lot of it
for the rest of your life, so
you better get used to it,
because today is the first day I get to tell you,
as my husband,
I love you.
9-17-2017