Best Grabbing Poems

Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of all seasons rolled  into one
As if my life’s heyday...

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Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats burst my chest with pains.
Please take away those forces
that rumble in my midriff
driving me crazy with dread.
I cannot cry, I...

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Let there be peace all over the land
Where folks of every nation join hands
But no naughty touching
No grabbing and clutching
Unless you get permission, then you can


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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We all have certain moments
That define the paths we’ll take
To spur us into action,
Even just for ego’s sake.

The realization that this life,
The only one we’ll know,
Has other options will decide
Which way we choose to go.

We don’t have many years to live
And we must make the...

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Into the abyss dust from lambent's heel....
Jelly goo betwixt his pew; amid toe tapping time
Holding tight her branch a farewll address he pleads
Tears flowing down touched their crowd; dae's bondman weeps
While Impetigo adjust fate's twined horns this cloth she kept love's red rose
Black cloaks white...

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A high speed race with a puff ball is very very exciting. But kissing a bead is not that good if one has allergies to plastics. Links then. Importance of clasps'. Over importance of gilded crests. And excessive amounts of currency in a single 1milimetre...

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8/16/17



Not going to fold
Grabbing hold
Being bold
Whether hot or cold
Trying to get some gold
While I'm still young, before I'm old
Stories getting told
Items kept or sold
That do or don't have mold

Keeping the gas tank more full than empty
Always been one to eat my veggies
Ready
Staying steady
Around anything deadly
And...

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Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail

Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare

reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent horsesense
glomming "fake" papier

mâché piñata across animal planet
rhyme without reason,
nonetheless who...

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Bending, Grabbing, Sorting
 
	          Chinese Laundry
                  Chicago, 1970
 
In a storefront laundry
on North Clark Street
brown draperies release
this quiet man
...

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A serene soul does not in darkness grope
Ever envious and plagued with longing
The sun offers life, warmly kindling hope
Craving nothing and always belonging

Earth like a brilliant sapphire glows
Her flora and fauna breathing and living
An astounding selfless bounty she sows
While creating, renewing and giving

When our giving...

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When in poverty wallows the multitude 
       One of sharing should be our attitude 
       But do not ever count it as our magnitude 
       For each...

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Grabbing Your Moon
As the ivories tickle my ears and the
warm coax of the saxophone melts my heart,
thoughts of you float around in my head
like a swarm of July’s monarch butterflies.

Memories of your crystal clear blue eyes,
take me back to the days of our past, 
when...

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I grabbed hold of a star today
And held on with all my might
The brilliance was magnificent
So I closed my eyes
As I was determined to savor this light

I grabbed hold of a star today
And pulled it to my heart
The energy was amazing
So I tightened my grasp
As...

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I had to beg my father to see your mother
I had to beg her father to allow me to see her
I had to beg her to be with me
I had to beg her to marry me
I had to beg my boss to hire me
I had...

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