Best Living Daylights Poems
I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…
Because I lit a match and threw it into that rat infested hair ball that you
Waste all your time on. Next up is your head which I’m going to rip…
Don’t listen to him. I’m mesmerized by your deep blue eyes, when they lovingly
Gaze In my direction. I will never make you shed a tear, my dear…
But I’m going to kick you about this filthy house. It looks like all you’ve
Done all day is piss in the wind. And stop your crying; your baggy eyes are…
Ignore him, my love. Your soft, gentle touch upon my face arouses my senses to new Heights. All my cares wash away as your aquiline hand slowly glides along my arm…
What the hell does he know? If you don’t get your boney hand off me, I’m going to break it In half. And the next time I catch you trying to be nice I’m going to throw you out with…
Stop that, Hyde. Sorry, my love, but as I was saying, your body is a masterpiece sculpted out of the finest treasures. I’m in awe of its supple curves, how it flinches to the touch…
Oh, shut up Doc, you’re killing me. And speaking of killing, I feel like pummeling
The living daylights out of your emaciated, piece of good for nothing…
Please be mine baby, before I’m lost forever to…
I’m in charge, so get over here and take it like…
I’m fading, my love. Hurry, say you’ll be mine. Save us.
I’m going to tear you apart. You’re no baby, you’re a…
Save me, before the monster wins…
Too late, Dr., she will be all mine soon…
Just a kiss, my dear. Just a…
‘Slap’, take that b****...
One kiss. Now! -The Dr. and his lover kiss- Thank you, my love. Let that vile
Monster rest in peace, so that we will be left in peace from it for evermore.
If I go a whole day without my Wheaties
I'm miserable, grumpy and mean
My Wheaties are really the only thing
Between me and a very bad scene
Beat up little kiddies but they must be little
Like two or three feet high or less
None of those overgrown teenager dudes
My face would end up quite a mess
Don't think badly of me, it's the Wheaties
They provide me with real hutzpah
You best hide the kiddies if I run out of 'em
Hide the axes, knives and chainsaws
I did seek help but the psyche was like me
Needed his Wheaties to cope
Beat the living daylights out of yours truly
Whipped me with his stethoscope
Wheaties are required to maintain stability
So we don't go off the deep end
Had a great big giant bowlful this morning
So relax I'm real mellow again
© Jack Ellison 2013
always had to take her shoes off in the house---
she’d been in enough men’s arms at this stage
to wonder what she was doing with a man who
was a model metro in the 21st century---
wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking,
after all, all her friends wanted to
**** the living daylights out of him
(both her gal pals & her guy friends),
but alas, this shoes-off-in-the-house thing
was really getting on her nerves.
for you see,
there were times when all she was wearing were
stockings,
or perhaps she had sandals on that evening &
it had been getting gradually more chilly as the
night had progressed…
perhaps she had sweaty feet &
she didn’t want the rest of the house to savor her
smell…
perhaps she found herself asking over & over
on the way home,
“how did i wind up with such a man
who commands others to walk
shoeless?”
Sweat broke my line of vision,
I couldn't see clearly, these demons were coming down hard,
Each blow shattering the little resistance I held onto,
Mercy wasn't a mantra these Gods acknowledged nor uttered,
Bruised lips and broken fingernails scattered like confetti across these pavements,
These pavements I called home,
Never wander to close to the edge, they always told me,
But I wanted to see what lay beyond the roaring wind,
What beast made this plateau of cowardice tremble with each breath,
So I leapt over the precipice of doubt and landed smack hard on the concreate,
Gravity spared me no mercy, she dragged me down,
Crushed the living daylights out of me,
Broken bones and gaping sinew reached out to the bluest skies,
Thanking the Gods for setting them free,
What little strength I had, I tried moving but the pain was too much,
My soul winced with every thump of my imploding heart,
The shadows started enveloping my eyes, each darkened light,
Gourging my eyes out, I couldn't see. I was blinded by this... fear.
The scream that escaped my lips wasn't human,
It was a sound of a thousand demons tearing a mans soul apart,
Devouring his flesh, ripping his mushed heart to a pulp,
And quitening what little strength he still had left,
Roaring cries of mutilated grief engulfed my hearing,
The last breath I ever took was filled with the stench of my own blood and faeces,
The last sound I ever heard was the flapping of wings and the maniacal laughter of the beast,
If I still had my vision, I'd see that this was all in my head,
That all was an illusion nothing more than simple surgery exacerbated by the anaesthesia.
Once upon a time, a Bedeviled Bachelor,
fell in love with a Sinister Spinster.
It seemed to be a match made in Heaven,
until the day all Hell broke loose.
It started when the Bachelor's Brother,
laid eyes on the Sinister Spinster's Sister.
It occured at Bachelor and Spinster's wedding.
Brother was best man, Sister was maid of honor.
Bachelor and Spinster was completely unaware
that this wasn't the first time the two had met.
On the contrary, they had met years ago;
And totally despised one another.
The irony was, it too was at a wedding.
This time, Brother was best man to Best Friend,
Sister was maid of honor to College Roommate.
The two hooked up after way too many drinks.
Needless to say, the encounter was disastrous.
He passed out while on top of her small frame,
then proceeded to hurl all over the bed
while she was pinned helplessly underneath.
It made a mess of her beautiful gown,
not to mention the damage it did to her hairdo.
The poor girl was trapped like a rat for hours,
because she couldn't pry his 250 lbs. off of her.
When she was finally able to wriggle free,
she commenced to kicking the living daylights out of him.
He came to with this wild Hellcat screaming maniacally,
and pummeling him black and blue. He retaliated.
So, the moment they saw each other again;
after their last unforgettable encounter,
the fight began just like it ended before...full tilt!
Bachelor and Spinster intervened immediately.
Unfortunately, they got caught up in the melee too.
Bachelor pulled Sister off of Brother,
Spinster pulled Brother off of Sister.
Sister kneed Bachelor, Brother decked Spinster!
When it was finally laid to rest...
Spinster blamed Bachelor for Brother,
Bachelor blamed Spinster for Sister.
It ended the relationship and wedding.
Five years later, the Bedeviled Bachelor
was still a practicing Bachelor.
And the Sinister Spinster, well she decided...
Men suck and married her Sister's Girlfriend.
The howling winds of March
Furious gusts of air
mightily blow bestirring anchored poet
sitting comfortably numb
securely strapped in his hard to maneuver
easy bath chair
while all around him debris
strewn helter skelter everywhere
heavy objects unmoored
pirouetting topsy turvy
defying laws of physics
cue Adam Smith
courtesy his invisible hand
eulogizing, kickstarting, and regulating
unseen cogs and gear
in order to avoid being plucked up
analogous to whirling dervish
ye dear reader best don
top of the line name brand ironware
to fend off soundcloud
analogous to webbed
whirled wide rooky banshee
hounding kingly bishopric
inducing royal knightmare
whereat pawns called play
as damage control representatives
ultimately linkedin to medicare
for bodily harm suffered
and property destruction
doled out courtesy Nationwide Insurance,
nevertheless yours truly
experienced heightened anxiety
cuz I accidentally, casually, easily,
et cetera eavesdropped,
though a polite gentleman (boot no scholar)
loud talking policyholder
anyone could easily overhear
their strident vocalizations
and they owned chutzpah to *****
re: me for listening to conversation
threatening with abominable language to scare
living daylights, which nearly caused
writer of these words
to soil his underwear
such vociferous threats
wrought quick thinking defense posture,
whereby my ordinary shy demeanor
empowered after downing
powder milk biscuits
(cuz heaven's their tasty)
and declaring warfare
against being bullied
versus suffering as token scapegoat
most every year
from boyhood until emerging adulthood.
After crafting above lines
current generated via whoosh;
I sat mine hind quarters
(otherwise referred to the tush),
which signalled to Doctor Quackenbush,
(id est Groucho Marx)
not deficient with quick wit
whose hook, line and sinker
word of the day namaycush
helped one environmental seaman
high (fish) tail to Hindu Kush
where removal from madding crowd
spiritually inoculated one
with a profound hush.
I fell for people off the job
and I'd tell him about these people
once the job clock turned on
we are friends first
so I never suspected
what lied beneath
the feelings that I
I won't digest
because he knows everything
about me.
He says whatever
happens I'll be just fine.
Him just being him I can
count on all the time.
I don't know when it happened
but somehow over time
he's the one who makes
me smile when I got let down
by all the ones I fell for.
But what happens when you'd
rather stay friends than wreck
something that could possibly
have a beautiful ending.
He doesn't suspect but
he'll be one of those guys
that I'll always wonder what if with.
What if I'm missing my happy ending
And it's been in fount of me all along
That's a thought that scares
the living daylights out of me
that's a thought that could do
some harm
The Watcher
During the day or night, sitting or sleeping by myself
I feel as if I am with someone else
And even as the sun goes down
Someone stands guard as I sleep, to wipe away my frown.
Sitting in the semi-darkness, I see a passing shadow
A fleeting glimpse of a person from sleepy hollow
And as I work on my computer,or watch television
I feel as if someone is about to make a decision.
A decision to come into my world, my reality
To give me needed advice to better shape my personality
Or to scare the living daylights out of me
For I carry the burden of someone who wont let me be.
Now, this day is like any other, I arrive home very late
Dinner, shower, and memory of closing the gate
I am slowly drifting into a deep and restful sleep
And no memory of a prayer, to the Father for my soul to keep.
Before going to bed, no knowledge that someone will be visiting very soon
And that this entity will be coming from afar into my room
All the lights are out,, and it seems that this night will be very long
As I crawl into bed, without listening to my favorite song.
Sleeping in a fetal position, my face towards the wall
Feeling groggy, I slowly turn to see this well-dressed man standing tall
He moves to the foot of the bed, watching over me with such audacity
Completely at peace, I fall back into a deep slumber, no curiosity.
In the morning, I remember, the vision of the night before
Of a suited man who has paid a visit, from that outer-dimensional shore
He could have been my father,who has died sometime ago
Or maybe an alien, from above the plains of silence or somewhere down below.
William Morrissey 5/24/07 vision
Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat
Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber
(think unclogging toilet)
please support your local bummer
back in the day one
long haired pencil neck geeks palled
around with another
hirsute nerd - Roger Kummerer,
(who both of us graduated Methacton
High School class of 1977),
and yours truly readily
admitting, alluding, and attesting
without shadow of doubt
representing the dumber
than rocks of said beastie boys
bandits, donning particolored pachyderm
gabardine garb getup trumpeting,
especially as Mummer
on each New Year's Day
with bare ass tuchus
excellently imitating courtesy said orifice
(as chief motormouth) sound
of combo motorboat hummer.
Ah... the joys of amazingly aging gracefully
happily recalling never being beat into pulp dully
imagining dimming sense and sensibility
before (appearing gratefully dead)
lifeless body dumped into gully
nonetheless all the while fully
maintaining conscious, and forcefully
summoning forth latent powers gleefully
choking living daylights masterfully
delivering just desserts upon Tom Viglione,
whose plaintive laments truthfully
resonate as blessed music
to ears unaccustomed hearing pitifully
sounding long overdue comeuppance
forever disbelieving wrongfully
perpetrated injustice witnessed impossible mission
fueling an ordinarily meek lad
only in his dreams, he envisions zestfully.
Pugnacious thuggish hooligans... although
decades long since elapsed, whereby hoodlums
jockeyed to rain one after another verbal blow
threatening introverted diminutive boy
who, no surprise did eventually,
albeit (stuntedly) grow
(as an aside resembled anorexic
Santa Claus ho... ho... ho...)
still wracked, impacted, affected...,
this punster, he haint Joe
King, but upholds valuable humor less or mo'
feebly, lamely, and quirkily aspires toward po'
whit tree linkedin with infusing,
(no matter ex post facto)
freeing mine unsung hero.
The clouds glare at me from overhead
I scream....in utter dread.....
I'm alright, just break the habits I got myself into
Sick of feeling...take this pain away
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
The shadows torture the living daylights out of me
Put me out of my misery...misery...free me...
Fill thee with love...fill thee with joy
Thrill thee with hope...and faith...
You threw me down like a shattered, contorted toy
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Pool parties... x3 all around the place
Pool parties... x3 all around the place
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Dead or alive.....RAWR!
Dead or alive,
You will see me...
You will see me...
You will see me...
DEAD OR ALIVE.........
The shadows of the living hath walked the Earth
Give me YOUR mirth...give birth to mirth
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Cuz...you drove me to the other lane
Refrain from driving me insane
Turn the wheel of fortune
Tell me...whisper it in my ears your tune
Your precious, jewel-like tune
*desperate whispers* I deserve happiness
I deserve happiness,
Not madness...not madness...
Pass me the ball of love
Cuz I can't see the white dove from way up above
Cuz I had enough of this
I deserve better than this
I observe better than this
Desert me not, dear child from the sea
From the sparkling sea, you grin at me in sunlit glee
Sunlit glee...sunlit glee...
I love you, baby...
Baby...
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry...
I really am
Sorry...
For influencing you to do wrong
But, I'll make it up to you
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
I have discovered something
definitive proof its not
slipping out of our skin will show you
who swear by the possibilities
this fade redux
has elapsed into your moment now
has dropped into your lap
look to your left and
you'll find the “creature”
you'll find me with the star people
the Sasquatch,
and the fairy queen
then
in the middle of the road we stumble
wondering which house it is
whipped by the wind was all bits of sand
for a moment it was much darker
everything came apart
terrifying as
hands grabbing the wrists of the branches
breaking the living daylights
while the thunder progressed.
soon
it lifts your other hand
the densely packed caution
mixed with heat and regrets waves you on
the smell of sweet grasses calms
in the field where the sun is low.
silhouetted
he was just black shapes
thin lines coming from the meeting places
his pattern spread out like a quilt
(in layers is where the milkyway lies)
(in layers is where you hide)
in some shape that's indescribable
in some song that lifts the clouds high
7.23.10.
Wordsmith's worst nightmare
fortunately thwarted courtesy
mine tall tale telling flair.
Mine irretrievable brilliant masterpiece...
all for naught after mental cogs and wheels
I did apply creative juice metaphorical grease
regarding tour de force pièce de résistance writing
forever lost to the annals of human history.
So much for escaping to paradise island
(Garden of Eden) and experiencing zen
Impossible mission to earn untold yen
concerning prosaic poem/ poetic prose titled
The old battleaxe and her henchwomen
irrecoverable linkedin to sinking feeling
hours, days, weeks... all spent for naught
dharma bum - me got doled out unfair
injustice though scoreboard (tabulating
when yours truly acted immoral) oddly even
Steven after I repented against
marital infidelities nearly cost priceless
paternal love of daughters, whereby
their father experienced
suicidal ideations thought
to drown his sorrows
overdosing on fen-phen.
A transcendent awakening
occurred within noggin of one simian
a clothed outlier caged within human zoo
predicated upon his overactive imagination
inextricably favorable ratings did woo,
albeit ephemerally savored renown, and true
value viz his great Magnus Opus,
whereby riches couped courtesy
brief brush with fame and glory
found countless people lined in queue
(and moment of morning glory
subsequently slipped
thru gnarly butter fingers
symptomatic of nervousness
exhibited courtesy an aspiring Nehru
case in point my pal Joey, a kangaroo
dear reader pardon
tardy greeting regarding helloo
cuz decided against formalities,
a nonestablishmentarian he doth eschew
no ghostly chance I merely utter boo!
Unlikely I scared
the living daylights out of you,
nor would that be intent
regarding self taught amateur
practitioner of voodoo
I rarely if ever cast spells,
nevertheless yours truly
still under probation
and peer review
so breathe easy, cuz Matthew
Scott Harris would hate
to tarnish reputation of Guru,
that charming humble fellow
he taught me wizardry.
NOW - casus belli upon the head of Alabama Governor Kay Ivey
Greenlighted signal activating
opprobrious rapacious incestuous grievous...
Alabama Human Life Protection Act approved
desecration against women enrages
this Pennsylvania older married male,
cuz females inherent reproductive rights violated
occasioning this extemporaneous diatribe
absolute zero peace of mind
extant among national female community
must exhort against inherent pro choice
to terminate unwanted pregnancy,
especially if vicious physical molestation
forced to be encumbered
with violent impregnation
feeding in utero parasite of HATE
unwanted baby constant reminder
brutal assault sexual
potential barbarous perpetrators
empowered misogynistic beasts
overturn sanctity biology bestowed
child bearers revolt against demoniacal
legislation, this fellow livid with rage
foments revolution, he doth decry
unfair penalty sabotaged privacy
endangering mental, physical, spiritual
well being, asper threatening welfare
concerning calamitous encroachment
cancerous, egregious, ferocious...brutality
lurks around every corner
nonconsensual execrable attacks,
vis a vis brutal, contagious, deleterious...
creating hellacious environment
jeopardizing sanctity, safety, security
renting asunder irrecoverable,
irreparable, irrevocable...undeserved
cursed fate unleashed by one pen stroke
nullifying sacred covenant bestowed
since dawn (and eve) of consciousness
maternal pact cleft as horrible incorrigible
jackanapes knock living daylights
every girl, lass, lady...
she must fear all approaching men
suddenly, I become suspect
driving chasm between both genders,
thus the emergency alarm clangs
deafening sensitive eardrums!
I should do good to those who do good to me...
I see...but, I can't recall...remember me, that's my only plea
Brilliant and clever I still am till this very day
You are my everything…my yesterday
And you were my tomorrow
Until you reduced me to sorrow
By kissing him right in front of me
He doesn’t deserve my handshakes…my friendship…
I must, oooooh, I must get a grip…
I will punch the living daylights out of him if I haven’t had self-control…
I would look the other way…I look so dumb on my insane-looking stroll
I am, um, on this bridge…
Awaiting your message…
We wrote one too many letters…
And I mailed it at the Post Office…
But that was a while back
I am square…love me again if you dare…
Damn you…just a gray hair…
Living life in a fog for the rest of my life
Has its ups and downs
I live with utter strife and helplessness cuts me like a knife…
But, I never receive such frowns
I…am…good…enough…
I may be rough on me, myself and I
But, I am an independent man…
Wishing I was a teenager again…
Yearning for those days
That slip my mind…
How time flies…
My past friends left me behind…
Advice, like lice, went one ear and out the other…
I had a crush on your hi’s…
And I loathe your goodbyes…
You were just a player…
A cheater…you are an abuser…
Sorry for being an accuser…
I was just a grumpy old man anyways…
My mind strays and I am having my ways…
With you, whether you like it or not…
I’m still confident
I’m on fleek on beat…
You mean so much to me…I paid you off like monthly rent
But, I want to own you…come, take a seat…
Next to me, for I am lonely…
I crack my bones and my alzeimers…is getting passed around
Demons have a way to make me lose my mind…
I am feeling gravity-bound…I met this one girl when I was 17…