Best Serious Poems
No one knows how long they'll live
I guess it's much better that way
Who among us really wants to know
When we'll reach that final day?
Please let it be a great big surprise
Like maybe while eating ice cream
Expire with a huge smile on my kisser
Or perhaps pass away while I dream
Death's quite messy at the best of times
Did you ever hear someone say this
“Mary had a really charming death!
She even gave me a good-bye kiss!”
Probably the absolute best way to me
Is in the warm embrace of a loved one
The shock could cause their death too
Then off we'd both go when fun's done!
Bet you're thinking, how can he make fun
Of such a serious subject as death
Hey! You ain't never going to avoid it, folks
So enjoy life till your very last breath
© Jack Ellison 2014
Here lies what's left of Knobby Clark;
he didn't hear them shouting, 'Shark!'
written 13th September for Jesse's epitaph contest
Whistle in the wind, hum to the trees,
life is always on the run, as evasive as the breeze.
There is often smoke smoldering in the heart,
but we have got to seek fire if we are not to fall apart.
Surrendering your passion is to lock yourself in jail,
just as to be untrue is to live a personal hell.
Life deals merely a portion of the whole of eternity;
you may blow off living, but it takes you seriously.
Feelings must be felt to the brim of the soul
or truth cannot touch you and enable you to grow.
When you fall down, feel all of the pain.
When you are depressed, let yourself rain.
If sorrow is a stranger, joy cannot be your friend,
for they walk hand in hand seeking the same end.
If you never felt empty, how could joy fill you again?
If you never lost, would it feel as good to win?
If pain never met you and put you on trial,
how could you ever truly appreciate a smile?
Tears Of Serious
Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying
Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks
And other fears that gather up about their banks
One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths
Remains nameless all the same, once again, then evaporates
Hides, mourning on the shore and then it is no more
The other moving liquid body flows by, goes by Serious
It turns in pain, winds around the landscape meanderings
Serpentines, absorbing rain and young children to its depths
No one knows why the river runs so long so deep
But there are tears in it originating from old faces
Forming on old mountains as they trickle down, cascading
Tears of Serious are created from many deaths
Now in her depths
orange tweeting bird
sent his buddy to Greenland
frosty reception!
Percy pig candies
UK tariff ten percent ~
are they for the chop?
penguins and grey seals
are desert island dwellers ~
how can they be charged?
dow jones Index falls
trump claims there will be a boom ~
egocentric creep!
Old Clarry was deaf; yes deaf as a post,
and couldn't hear a word that was said.
But he'd sit alone while we conversed,
when we gathered in young Harry's shed.
I suppose old age gets us all in the end,
but Clarry's still here and he's ninety two.
He doesn't need glasses and his heart is okay;
it's just this deafness that has come through.
Then one day at our get-together,
Clarry with a grin had something to tell,
he said the doctors had found him a cure,
and now he can hear us as clear as a bell.
I said to Clarry "That's just amazing;
they've reversed your ears on the wane.
Your family must be over the moon,
to know you can hear them again".
Old Clarry grinned "I ain't told the family,
I don't think their hearts could stand the strain.
I just sit in me chair and hear what they say.
I've changed me will twice and intend to again”.
Resolution this year…stop buying spree,
Infinite number …shoes, jewellery!
Dior purses, handbags nice,
Chanel dresses, reduced price,
Family panicks at purchase they see!
Clear the wardrobe, full of expensive clothes…
Gucci, Klein, Kors - covering head to toes,
I must donate some good stuff,
Don't I have outfits enough!
For a lifetime of posh glamour I chose!
Life’s twists and turns
he took in stride
Preferred to see their brighter side
Until one somber day
fate took his love away
No longer could he laugh or play
Just sat and penned her poignant verse
his cries did rise to Heaven ~
'Board winged teardrops without leaven
It's time for a serious poem
So I can truly show 'em
That I've mastered metaphor
simile, prosaic petit fours ...
I'll pull out all the stops
rhyme and meter, extra hops
Brew up such a batch of phraseology
as befits an epic of eschatology ...
My vocabulary will absolutely astound you
as to the heights it soars and leaps-'n'-bounds you
And as for opaque literary allusions
why, there will be multitudinous profusions ...
But if all this still does not pass critical muster
~ I'll hire AI to adjust her
“butter flies and marshes mellow”, that’s what he said to me.
did i look shocked — you bet, but i did him one better.
“mine craft and more bid yeller,” I smirked,
and he said, “wazzthatsposedtomean?”
as if he was drunk, he slurred all his vegetables to gather,
and i told him so — i true Lee did!
“chalk a lot?” he asked, and i quibbled, “black board.”
He threw his fist, dissed joined, “yor a wader.”
“am not!”
“are so!”
“fire flies and pepper mints,” the subject changes.
“side ways and rattled snakes,” i grin.
Our friend ship sails with checkers and back bone.
I say a final dead line, “butter’d milk and fired crackers,”
we hear the good humor’d truck.
we buy iced dreams and coco co la,
as the city strolls by, way too serious.
and we both shout,
“ham or head?
“Shark!”
butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
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Astir the divining of earth.
The sea is alive and gives birth.The sand gives a sigh
And waves are so high.
The beaches all filled up with dearth.
A freak — oh its mock and its girth.
The tsunami cursed all its worth.Some beachcombers die,
As rest of them cry.
The island deprived of its mirth.
Grandfathers teeth
are strange,
says Jimmy
who is five years
They come out
of his mouth at night
He looked quite
stunned and shocked
Of all things ...
he gets a little scared
for what could happen
With his mouth full
of chocolate
A-L Andresen 15.06.2015 :)
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Screw the rules is the motto I live by
Too old to toe the line
So sue me and then just try to collect
Won't be alive to pay the fine
I'll be kicking up daisies on a hill out back
As you tear out all your hair
Sure had the last laugh you **** type people
So break the rules if you dare
Rules are made to be broken I've heard
Love to see the reaction
These sillies go nutso and red in the face
At my blatant infraction
Oh for the days when we burned our garbage
In a fire pit behind our house
And just for a little excitement sometimes
We'd throw on a little mouse
Barbaric you say, I learned from the best
Daddy taught me all about life
Said “never take life too serios, my son”
You don't to go around twice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Only one of the haiku poems below is serious. The others are frivolous. Can you spot the serious poem?
zero, one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
ten, eleven, twelve
Do four out of five
dentists really prefer
sugarless Trident?
twelve, eleven, ten,
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one, zero
Is a poem any
more than a validation
of our perceptions?
I gave the Peace sign
at a football game and was
handed two hot dogs!
The six questions that
reporters ask are "What?," "Why?,"
"Where?," "How?," "When?," and "Who?"
I read it in the press today
The guys in Britain must have all turned gay
The local sperm bank is in need of ‘funds’
Only nine donors, guess other men have shunned
I thought the men would be dashing to deposit
Looks like they are all hiding in the closet!
Poem penned after reading this article
http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/aug/31/britains-national-sperm-bank-wants-men-to-prove-their-manhood
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