Best Mellow Poems
Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened to be in the mood.
Got thrown in jail after I eat some special brownies
and decided to go to the library naked to read othello.
Cops tazed me twice.
Why does everyone have to harsh my mellow.
They wont let me return to the local bar.
Just cause last week I crashed into it with my car.
Everybody thinks I should hang it up but Im no quitter.
Just cause I misplaced a couple of kids.
In my last foray as beng a babysitter.
I swear to tell the truth eventhough Im a liar.
How was I to know the gas grill in the living room
would catch the house on fire.
Im a crook a drunk and a liar but other than that im a
nice fellow.
Just cause i enjoy a few cocktails while driving the school bus.
Why does everyone think they gotta
harsh my mellow
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swoon beam on the edge
optimism tempered twinkle~
frontward through the dawn
time passes away
echoing in hollow past~
future whispering
nothing left inward
those loathsome optimists smirk~
blind to my hollow
The music begins, then the singing
I close my eyes, and even my ears smile
inhale.. humongous exhale, arms raise to the heavens
then my hands pose, lingering in jazz dancer's style
My mind begins to fly
Or perhaps as I glimpse the shadows going by
it's actually birds, yes birds fast forwarding to the rhythm
flying past majestic leafy trees beneath a dusky sky
Then the speed slows from 78 rpm
to 33 and a third
my body relaxes a bit more while I sway
becoming hypnotized to each note to each word
The clouds are outlined in smoke
a gentle breeze blows against my face
dancers appear, adorned in loosely draped gray chiffon
enchanted by the music, they swirl with finesse and grace
The wind picks up, so much so, that now, I'm flying
the shadowy scene about me is racing
it's as though I'm soaring through a vortex
unfettered, perhaps it's a virtual paradise that I'm facing
Feeling mellow with this
Byrd's band flickers in and out, the notes float and transcend
the song finishes but the music doesn't, not yet
I pen this piece as I peace out, so the music doesn't really end...
Inspiration: Places & Spaces by Donald Byrd
2/4/16
Honey gold warmth in possession of June;
And jeweled birds sing heaven a soul tune.
Untrimmed hedges, sassy and emerald green,
House creamy butterflies in the noon sheen,
As temperate winds lease the fragrant air,
And riotous buds are blooming everywhere!
But, noon's complexion yet holds mystery,
In pleasant shade of its evolving history,
As the undying, eternal, sweet rhythm repeats,
Such beauty, action and color in its beats!
mellow autumn
golden fields of maize
ripple 'neath a sapphire sky ~
summer heartbeat slows
dry yellow cornstalks
rustle in with autumn song ~
frost adorns morning
fields of sunflowers
reflect the mellow sunlight ~
orange leaves samba
harvest bounty waltz
with sweet pears and saffron quince ~
tawny acorn fall
amber harvest moon
wears the pumpkins carrot blush ~
autumn fire crackles
autumn wears a gown
graced with soft harvest garlands ~
butterflies fly south
9-23-22
syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Bees buzzing low where gardens grow;
lovely lilies there in pretty poses.
Tulips too! Oh, Heaven’s hue!
Wind wafts through trees as a calm cool breeze.
Dawn’s debut; Nature’s new!
Flowers’ fragrance; rosy romance.
My mellow day, let springtide stay.
Nov. 10, 2021
for A Lovely Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Marvellous Mellow Glass of Chardonnay
What was my life before you came my way?
My parched throat and tongue, my taste buds were rife,
My heart, my mouth, with the raw taste of life!
I would sweat by my brawn, or by my brows,
Through the days and nights, for a wife and house;
But, with a Mellow Glass of Chardonnay,
My troubles and strife’s seem to wash away!
My heart, my mouth, would taste the sprite of life
If you were woman, I’d make you my wife!
*A poem written on a request from Keith Jackson AM.
This summer was so crazy with a drought but still where mosquitoes multiplied.
And we’re leaving behind a hurricane that attacked the Midwest from all sides.
The crops were lost as months of over 100-degree temperatures, drove us hard.
They were Months that steadily held us captive within our own house doors.
I was soooo looking forward to Autumn where every thing would step aside.
I was dreaming of cool nights so mellow and days where I could walk my dog.
Yes, where the dogs feet and our shoe bottoms, would not be melting off.
Where leaning over the fence while talking to neighbors could be done.
But then, BOOM, along came Autumn, and I do mean with a capital B-O-O-M!
Our acorn tree decided for the first time in 30 years…to go forth and bloom...
And the gumball tree with its little spikes, doesn’t ever want, to be outdone.
The trees are very old and big at more than three stories high, you know…
I shouldn’t have watered them soooo much during the drought and heat, with glee.
For those cute little acorns are now shooting off the trees at mock ten, I do believe.
They hit the house and ground, then ricochet with a force that makes me grieve.
Dozens come down, at a time, bouncing with speeds even planes can’t achieve.
Umbrellas don’t seem to work as they bounce off the house and patio below…
Lord…help me Jesus… I say, as I dodge back and forth, under the rain below…
My dogs won’t go outside… and even my birds have moved a few yards down…
To a more docile terrain we’re all bound, as we were steadily run, off ground.
Even the squirrels stopped trying to bury them, and have left it all behind, so forlorn.
They're hanging a few doors down as my ground has become, wall-to-wall acorns.
Acorns have hit with so much force, that I’ve had to cover my windows for once.
I no longer sit by my window to write… Yep… Bazinga! Won, with a vengeance...
Once the acorns finally end…the spiky gumballs will be gleefully awaiting, to begin.
I’m looking forward to winter, though I begin to believe it’ll be an unusual clincher.
As I’ve learned to say… You never know when life will send you a… Bazinga!
And that... sometimes Autumn's fruitfullness isn't so mellow after all.
It was the yellow rose of Texas that did me as she pleased;
It was a case of yellow jaundice that took me to my knees.
When the yellow sun was setting I lit a magic smoke;
It was a yellow colored squad car that almost made me choke.
While peeling my banana with skin that’s colored yellow;
I cooked me up some gelatin and made banana jello.
They say that yellows mellow but that’s according to ones taste;
Yellow streaks upon your back can make you out of place.
Dorothy was on a path of yellow colored bricks;
And part of Oz was nightmares loaded down with tricks.
Yellow in the bathroom, yellow on the jeans;
Yellow colored lamp shades and iridescent dreams.
Black and yellow bumble bees, looking for some honey;
There’s the black and yellow prostitutes that are looking for your money.
I’ve nothing else to say, about the color yellow;
If you liked this poem I wrote, I’ll be one happy fellow.
I was right in the middle of commenting to peers at Poetry Soup when the power went off and I found myself in utter darkness and feeling disappointed since it was still only 10:45, a time much too early for night owls like myself. After groping my way upstairs in the dark, I have managed to locate my pen and paper (can’t even find a flashlight!) and here I sit out on my porch step using the little light of a nearly moonless night and of my trusty cell phone. The sound of crickets around me is large! Their chirping fills up the silence, and there's the faint sound of dogs barking in the distance. Even at this late hour, I can hear cars zooming down streets several blocks away, but all of that is overridden by the crickets and the wind rustling leaves on nearby trees. Cooled by the night breeze and feeling undaunted, I begin to work on my little poem.
This Mellow August Night
Out here as I sit on my porch,
cooled by a summer breeze,
I’m soothed by the rustling sound of
leaves on the nearby trees.
The chorus of crickets I hear
chiming in as I write
is a lullaby without end
this mellow August night.
Aug. 17, 2012
The charm of a soft summers night
Is only a dream right now
But soon the mellow light of the moon
Will softly cross my brow
I dream of romantic far away places
Beckoning me to come by
Places I've only read about in books
Accompanied by a lullaby
How can I possibly imagine the thrill
Seeing these historic places
Exotic peoples in exotic costumes
Other origins, other races
A broadening outlook on many lands
Where peace and love do reign
The different cultures and ways of life
Feelings of oneness is attained
Peoples of earth need take a deep breath
Give thanks for the air we breathe
For life and the wonderful world around us
The sun, the rivers, the trees
© Jack Ellison 2015
as the sun goes down
the sky bursting bright colors
I become mellow
nature shows perfect splendor
beauty rears amid chaos
Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!
Written on 3/29/2021
Life is the same, yet lived differently
Under the azure of the sunny, crisp
For the seconds that birthed
Minutes that earned
Hours that gifted
Days that created moments
Months that yielded
Years that counted under the
Solar, I thank the Creator whom
Curried me through times and
The family that holds firm my hands to
Friends whose shoulders solid wrenched
Fans who inspired courage
I celebrate you in Love
My mellow yellow rose,
You don't wear socks or hose.
You grow from a root
You never laugh or toot.
You have such will power.
You are such a lovely flower.
On your stem you have a thorn.
In your petals a cross is worn.
If cut you would gradually die.
Then Linda-Marie Bariana would cry.
We can't have that so you must stay alive.
And on your stem you will grow and thrive.
My mellow yellow rose,
With help from above still grows.