Best Going(A) Poems

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 


The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are...

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All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.

From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our bloody slaughter.

All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard...

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GARDEN OF THE HEART 

I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten 
Here we enter 
After being done with the Serpent 
Flamed or in darkness 
When the Cross enters from below 
We die, never to be reborn

Over naked breasts and belly
Shadows...

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"Hey, lassie, How about going a-mooning? – We two
I like full moon giving wrong ideas at the right times
Feel salty air, sun kissed hair, in this endless summer".

“Oh, just take me there, 
party at night, no sleeping
The water flowing, 
hot guys there, butterflies here.
My hips...

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in...

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A creature lurks with a formidable eye
using bright color as a disguise
the sting of the fire breathing mastadon
seals the fate of a life gone wrong

Demonic pleasures to be obtained
through taboo-stricken means
and the real scheme being
there's such pleasure to be gained

Larger doses surrender you faster
numb and...

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It's my fifth day of unemployment
and I'm going a little bit crazy.
I'd expected to sit around and relax
and in general behave quite lazy.

Day one, I made a scrapbook
and rearranged all my craft totes.
Day two I cleaned out bird cages
and started writing pre-Christmas notes.

Shopping is done...

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Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself...

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So a poet is a writer
a writer with a spirit
a spirit without time
a time for conversation

A conversation of chants
a chant composed while going a way
a going away down a path
a path where I look back

So I look back at what I've seen
And what I've seen
is...

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DEAR FRIEND OF MINE

It’s not like
it never happened;
it did.

The gentle sighs;
the soft sweet smiles;
the tender touches;
the assuring words:

All setting
our minds at ease
and putting nervousness
and fears to rest: then we parted.

With our going---a painful void
briefly presented its self; 
our hearts, minds and souls
experienced a brevity of...

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Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 80
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee

Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone...

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ALPHABETH POEM: A FOR APPLE

An Apple a day
Keeps the doctor away,
Giving fiber in each bite
Protecting against the mites.

Everyday eating apples
Or drinking some snapples,
All well and fruity
As though its your duty.

That red, green or yellow apple
The choice being subtle,
The pectin in the skin
Makes "going" a win.



Contest...

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The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”

 

The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down...

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Some would describe me as an adonis
Now that's going a little over the top-is
A gorgeous specimen
I stick to my regimen
Eating fruits and veggies and yummy grasses


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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