Best Local Poems

“Support your local poet please”
Said the man with hand out and down on one knee
I’m down on my luck
And for only a buck
My humble verses will put you at ease

Whatever your pleasure
Whatever your mood
A simple rhyme is sure to soothe
Perhaps a Sonnet or Ballad will...

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(A true story)

Now i grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds,
this blood in my veins turn to water, like a river cold desolute
in the valley bleeds. Yet still on the hill rise i see
"Aunt Mary" Her hair more golden by the day, when my...

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Vigilante wannabe
Intentions always good
Lost causes are his nemesis
Loyalty his strength
Abysmally annoying
Gauche socially to say the least
Egomaniac~ there’s one in every village



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on March 12, 2020...

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The stalls are set up
 along the main street
 a change from the normal
 the local shop price they beat

 Many come to have a look
 looking for a bargain or two
 hoping for something special
 anything good would be brand new

 Real good quality...

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Where I live upon a hill,
there is a little local man.
He walks daily into town.
I see him as I drive by.
He loves his food
and I know why.

He arrived in my locale.
Slim, fit and strong.
Something has gone wrong.
I do believe he is unemployed. 
Cannot afford a...

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"I tie the shoelaces together on my dead," says my local mortician, 
"because if a zombie apocalypse were ever to happen,
 it will most certainly be an hilarious situation."...

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BEING NON LOCAL            


in the recovery of silence
I exchanged my life for nothing
I share the noise of moving objects
while  I am non local
in the state of being in the whole
maybe the divine conscience
has...

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The bakery on the corner
“Closed” spread across the door

The grocery gathering dust
Will open again no more

Gone is the ice cream shop
A child screams and cries

All of this can happen
When a local business dies

The people know what happened
They didn’t want to say

Their products might be better
But...

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I sit down
After eight hours of ordering
And waiting on the customers
I must relax
From a day’s work waiting the tables
That have been mine since I started
Steak is my specialty
So I tell my customers
And the food here is excellent
It’s not just a line
It really is good here
I...

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Leaping over nettle bushes,to clear becks and streams
picking fruit from orchid trees, children in our element and dreams.
Building dens in rainy woods,our warmth and shelter clear
raindrops dripping from oak leafs,like a shedding tear.

Swaying cornfields upon the old farmhouse,animals grazing
an overall panoramic view, outback Eston Hills...

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I thank God for every idiot 
Who I come to meet;
Because idiots remind me,
It can never be too late 
For me to use a different street, 
Where I can find myself some much needed peace.

I thank God for every idiot 
Who I come to meet;
Because...

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June conspires
Sun and rain and wind;
Equatorial somnolence


Ways and means
Cluster of conflicts;
Confront life's business


Down winding roads
Cityscapes retreat;
Highrise dwellings clutter


Bus ride to nowhere
New estates emerge;
Road map carbon copy


News flash and highlights
Routine monotony presides;
Celebrate gratitude then


Order in sure fashion
Odd ball roller coaster;
Jolly simplicity


Next year's birthday thoughts:
Celebrate 50 years...

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On this journey
I will not come with you.
I will stay here,
sitting on eagle’s stone of Epos.
Wingless but illuminated.

Surveying the tangerine trees of Kampos
and the red stone houses.
The gained ground of my ancestors
that become rosy-hued in the horizon 
from Tsesme  and beyond.

Chewing the mastic from...

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Had a blood sample taken by our local vampire
Saw traces of blood on her teeth when she smiled
She drew an extra flask
For an afternoon snack
She sure looked scary in her vampire attire


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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In the beginning it was just a smell 
a smell i could not quite make sense of
a smell that the city was, a smell that the people in it were

in the beginning it was just a smell
a smell that dragged swarms of people of their...

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