Best Proper Poems
There was no closure of a proper goodbye.
I tried, but...
no reply.
Your body became limp and cold as
a corpse.
We froze alone
in different time warps.
My ambiguous stutters
wouldn't disappear.
They pinched as they burrowed
like earwigs in each ear.
My mouth opened slowly
to suck the words back in.
Then the dead revived
and embraced my skin.
My heart bloomed in profusion
like first love's lilac.
With lips on lips
you took my words back.
A Proper Walk
Is it something that I said or simply sad?
My refined lady lost her shoes today
By the way, she had no cloths on either
Point of fact, she was naked, head to toe and then some
No one had to know, she had no attire, not a stitch
On the walk, down the road at dawn, with just a yawn
A fire or some calamity I assumed
Had taken her by surprise and with it her outfit too
A mystery I should not mention and put to rest
Panties were consumed as well, I guessed
Such things should not be discussed
Perfume and a smile were all she wore
I wished her a good morning
You look lovely but aren’t you a bit chilly dear?
We strolled along the avenue hand in hand
I sported my Desmond Merrion and new wool coat
Nothing changed as we strolled on the block
Tip toed delicately on a wooden fence
Talked about the weather being brutal cold
Avoiding un-pleasantries, underwear
And other matters naked in the air
Her new look was stunning under the morning sun
It would be inappropriate for a gentleman like me
To discuss what she had on or not
But her hair looked oh so lovely and she is so shy
She smiled in delight, on sun beams and fragile fences
Shaky, as we played and danced away
we may have the blues
should stop then we will amuse
choose the proper shoes
read news page by page
when my bright mind may engage
could see cat in cage
constant covenant
good looks appeared prevalent
where ever she went
there had been much trash
we could see in Calabash
things may cost much and cash
saw pretty Persian
scattered in a dispersion
while on an excursion
had been escorted
became badly distorted
will be deported
I poop every morning after a Pizzelle slathered in Nutella
it is nine am in Italy and not a good time to eat mortadella
I poop after lunch after eating pizza with spicy pepperoni
it is twelve o'clock and way too early to eat my macaroni
I poop in the evening after my pasta al forno with cheese
its much too early for my salami sandwich, " Jeez Louise!"
I poop before bed and I let out a great Ah Ah, Mama Mia
as the neighbors yell out the window keep it down " Maria! "
Of course I poop like a proper Italian and here's the squeeze,
when we use the Latrina we fan ourselves to get a tiny breeze!
The summer sky, awash with ghostly clouds
Seems open to imaginings tonight
The likes of which those of the common clay
Deem it folly to conceive.
Clothed in possibilities
This world we move through mutes my mind
With dull amazement, presented in its simple glory.
Of this, No-Mind names the attitude
That grants the gift to see with eyes
From which the scales have briefly fallen.
No frame of reference is adoptable
No meaning save what can be felt
At rest behind the wispy veils.
A Truth exists which can be understood,
But never grasped and held.
Real simplicity seems to lie beyond the ways
Of ever-clever Man.
Nature and Her Universe have it of themselves,
While we can only feel its breath in passing,
Its reflection filling the world, unseen.
I can feel the edges of the Something
That brings me peace at times
When I run out of cluttered thoughts,
But in the end it eludes me still,
Denying me a fullness which might sate forever after.
To catch it, to hold it is as vain as chasing sunlight
Scattering over still, deep pools.
With what sort of attitude can one approach
These things so pure they surpass
Our hearts' ability to encompass them,
Our minds' ability to force the secret into view?
Like squeezing dust into diamonds.
Still the universe and all within it
Shines on just as clearly all the while,
And one fundamental Fact remains:
Nothing changes, except that everything changes.
What's a 'proper job'?
Suit, tie, briefcase, paperwork?
One that makes you smile...
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Inside, naughty dwells
Very strong, suck it up like a blotter
© Jack Ellison 2015
A picnic for two would be so quaint
And cards of sentiment are high on the rank
Expensive jewelry that sparkles the eye
To most girls is the biggest prize
Flowers are lovely
Balloons divine
Teddy bears cuddly
And dinner is fine
But if you really want to see me smile
There’s only one proper Valentine
Make it Dove dark chocolates…everytime!
i know i know i
know the rules but do enjoy
breaking them sometimes
Somehow, it seems I have been here before...
There is an old orchard far up the hill
Looking across the golden valley floor
the sky is clear, the air is still
A latticed arbor, entwined and draped
with vine and bloom, is basking in the sun
I see her there! A slim, familiar shape...
She smiles, and beckons me to come
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough
to embrace, at last
this fulfillment of your wish?!
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough to welcome
joy so vast as this?!
I step on the path
I feel knees tremble
My world is shaking
A sleeping childhood
has been awakened
Perhaps a dream?
Please, wake me not!
Recognition!
It shines
in her eyes!
Although
I am,
a woman now....
and not a child!!
Oh God in heaven!!
She
knows
who
I
am!!
***
Above her, I see
September geese are winging
to their winter home----
All is right, when things return...
each one to its proper place
*
If this be a dream
wake me
not
*
*
*
for
I
am
home
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A wishful tale of man's potential taken (with great liberty) from the story of Samuel Bellamy
A frigid blast of the nor'westerly breeze,
the coldest wind upon these seas
ripples the leathery skin of his cheeks
as he scans the horizon for what they seek
Their quest's not one for the faint of heart
yet they know the risks from the very start,
pain and death are always nigh
as they chase their prey 'neath a starry sky
He stands steadier yet, on one old peg
than most men do on two strong legs,
upon the bridge; down in the hold,
his strength's a legend that's often been told
The sailcloth's flapping, the cold wind's howl
the waves that crash across the bow,
are his company as he stands watch this night
and readies his heart for a bloody fight
Though it's still dark, his eagle eyes
are quick to spot their chosen prize
he plots the course to set upon,
their quarry at the crack of dawn
His life has taken a circuitous route
from a privateer to this noble pursuit
he'd robbed the rich of silver and gold
but never before had he been so bold
He's wanted this for many a year
to liberate those facing the auctioneer,
the Whyda 's cargo was a shameful one,
Sultana would free them at the rise of the sun
The quartermaster roused the sleeping crew
as the sky did pale, their courage grew
no treasure this time, no golden plunder
their plan is one of human wonder
To free those seized by evil hands
to be men's chattel in a far off land
'twas sin against God in all of their eyes,
liberty for others then, would be their prize
When my daughter
tried to lint roll the cat
I laughed
And handed her a brush
Life is what you make it
Sometimes, you just need a different tool
To achieve your desired outcome.
Kale Brereton
Aug 5, 2018
Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs
like another time?
Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!
written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
" IN PROPER PERSPECTIVE "
BEFORE THE PAIN OF ONE BAD RELATIONSHIP
HAS EVEN ENDED...
SHE'S INTO ANOTHER MAN, THAT SHE JUST MET.
NOT TAKING THE TIME TO EXHALE, AND
NOT TAKING THE TIME TO HEAL
SHE'S BACK ON THE SAME ROAD, HEADED TOWARD REGRET.
BECAUSE OF A FEW DATES, THAT DID GO WELL
SHE IS SLEEPING WITH HIM, ALREADY
NO THOUGHTS OF TOMORROW, HER FOCUS, IS ONLY ON NOW.
NO THOUGHTS OF HER OLDER CHILDREN, WHO
ARE WATCHING THE THINGS SHE DOES
WATCH HER GIVE UP THE MILK, TO A MAN, WHO DONT WANT THE COW.
CONVINCING HERSELF, 'CAUSE SHE HAS TO, THAT
IN TIME, THINGS WILL WORK THEMSELVES OUT
IN SPITE OF THE OBVIOUS SIGNS, THAT THINGS AREN'T GREAT.
BY NOT TAKING THE TIME THAT WAS NEEDED
BEFORE LEAPING INTO THIS NEW THING
SHE IS MORE OF A LIKEABLE F--K, THAN A LIKEABLE MATE.
IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN, BUT YOU ALSO HAVE CHILDREN
JUST KEEP IT IN PROPER PERSPECTIVE
BE MINDFUL IT'S MORE THAN JUST YOU, THAT YOU HAVE ON YOUR PLATE.
IT'S OKAY TO TAKE TIME, AFTER ENDING A ROMANCE
TO LAY BACK AND CHILL WITH THE KIDS
THE RIGHT ONE WILL SHOW IN YOUR LIFE, SO BE PATIENT AND WAIT.
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The time between relationships is relative to the need for healing. For some of
us, the between time, is longer than it is for others. But the first since sign we
should look for, is the ability to think back on the hurt and the pain and feel
nothing, but, what we learned from it. If anger still sufaces, or tears or anxiety, we
are not ready, to move onto the next relationship. No matter how badly we want
one. WE ARE NOT READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When we move too soon, it is usually out of
desperation and loneliness. And then, we are soooo prone, to making more
mistakes, that will cost us more pain, that will just start the cycle all over again.
That's where many men and women find themselves...and never understand,
why. It's a vicious loop, that keeps you within its parameters, until you have the
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Professor Petal, one of Patrick’s prolific pals,
Professed he had a Pollyanna Predisposition
Properly pronouncing pronouns without perky p’s.
A pithy proclivity, providing pollution to Professor Petal’s pronunciations.
Prissy Professor Patty from Prestigious Prussian Planet Philisophi-university,
Precariously prickled, privately at Professor Petal’s Pronoun-predicament.
Prissy Patty promptly planned a plane trip to Professor Petal’s Pre-existing pub.
Where placidly placed, Professor Petal, prevailed as President of Porous Pool Table Pro.
Privacy prevailed, as Professor Patty, presently at Pub, perceived Professor Petal.
Prissy Patty, partook of Paradise Pop-In-Pink Parboils, as she patty-caked in the pub.
Prissy Patty was soon pretty Patty, and Petal took her home, a primed and perfect professor.
Plenty of preemptive laughs prevailed, as they both wondered what pronoun begins with a P anyway?