Best Supposed Poems
I.
There are so many things that I desire,
oh, please Santa, give me what I fancy-
I’m a woman with needs, so much required,
now here’s my list, I’m getting too antsy!
Laser hair removal system for one,
you know sir, the kind that doesn’t even hurt?
Cuz’ not only would it be so much fun,
it would be easier for me to flirt.
No man wants a girl with gross facial hair,
Chewie Chewbacca has nothing on me-
I need a delicate skin tone so fair,
not a five o’clock shadow so hairy.
I beg of you, to fill my last request,
so that I may always look my darn best!
II.
I’ve been a lil’ naughty, I must confess,
dipped my toes in cold water full of ice-
Ate too many Snickers and stole that dress,
Santa, I didn’t even have to think twice!
What else have I done that has been so wrong?
yes, maybe I should keep you in the loop-
Walking my puppy, and strolling along,
started storming, I didn’t pick up his poop!
Or what about the time I shh-ed that kid,
he was annoyingly singing too loud
in church; then he ran off crying and hid,
his parents couldn’t find him in the large crowd.
See, innocent I never claimed to be,
but I hope you show mercy upon me!
III.
Despite my indiscretions you must know,
I really am a nice girl deep inside-
It’s hard, but I try to go with the flow,
it’s not my fault I’ve got nothin’ to hide!
I beg and plead for you to see the good,
held in the depth of my soul and my heart-
Please know I would do better if I could,
guess New Year’s Day is a good time to start.
Santa, you must have compassion for me,
I know you enjoy having your white beard,
but it’s not normal to be so hairy,
have you seen me lately? I look so weird!
Yes, I’ve been naughty… give me your wisdom---
send a laser hair removal system!
From Your Lips to Santa's Ears Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
December 27, 2017
invisible in plain sight
humanity's throwaways live on the street
begging for a living
I know that sounds absurd
in a world of plenty
we are human beings; we're supposed to care,
yet we never seem to have
enough stuff to share
it's time for us to accept
that we are, our brother's keeper
She's been dreaming of
a beyond compare life,
like Mayon volcano's
stunning shape,
but this just sickly sticks
in her bold eyes
while staring at
the fabulous view
that she's been painted
perfectly
for decades, to be the best
yet only turns into a
scary sketch.
I’m not supposed to tell you
How much I care or even look
With envious longing at your lovely
Dark, debutante hair, falling
All ‘round your shoulders, neck and face;
I could be arrested and found guilty of
Wishing I could trace
The curves and lines of your
Body and mind merging
And converging into bliss;
It’s against the rules to play the fool
And wish for your sweet kiss. Never
The less, your sweet caress
Could lure me into sin;
I dare not tell a single soul
Lest I fall right in
Your arms opened wide
Like summer skies
And angels with outstretched wings;
But I’m not supposed to tell
How I feel about
These things.
Am I supposed to love you from isolation?
From miles away?
Put your feelings away.
Lock
Your trying,
Your wanting,
Your supporting,
Your everything,
Away.
Oh, just stay.
We’ll figure it out.
Limericks are supposed to be naughty
Going to follow the rules like I ought-y
Did you hear about the guy
Suffered severe staphylococci
His love life was negatively affected, poor guy-y
© Jack Ellison 2015
When opinions become truth
And beliefs become laws
We all become victims
Of what we're 'supposed' to be
When we're told what to think
And how we should react
Our growth comes to a halt
And off our path we stray
Negativity permeates our heart
And no longer do we strive for greatness
We feel limited in what we can achieve
And attribute other's success to luck
Strive for self-discovery
In this world of pre-determination
Together we must break these chains
Or else fall prey to our facades
When I was a boy
I didn't do much just played with toys
and when I got older
I started to grow a little bolder
but now that I'm here
sitting' on top without those fears
I have what I have got
something I wouldn't think I'd a get a shot at
My victoria
the only one for me
My victoria
it's way to plan to see
and when I dream of seeing it
I just still can't believe
My victoria
my victoria
In my chair I can be
have my servants comfort me
yet I m still to wonder
what i'd be like living under
a way of life without
my victoria and doubt
that anytime soon
i'd get the chance to tune
my victoria
the only one for me
my victoria
it's way to plain to see
and when I dream of seeing it
I just still can't believe
my victoria
my victoria
(Victory is mine to hold)
(Everything is mine- behold!)
My victory
The only one for me
My victory
it's way to plain to see
and when I dream of being it
I just still can't believe
My victory
My victoria
What I am supposed to do
When everything around me has gone crazy?
What am I supposed to do
When my beloved country
Chooses the path to perdition
Rather than moral rectitude?
What am I supposed to do
When millions of my compatriots happily
Wallow in criminal poverty
While insignificant few parasite on our Commonwealth
As Lords and masters of our
Collective destiny?
What am I supposed to do
When my country men
Cannot sleep with two eyes closed
As terrorists and kidnappers
Have become our eternal nemesis ?
What am I supposed to do
When a new opportunity is
On the horizon
But my compatriots prefer the status quo
Hobnobbing with their slave masters?
What I am supposed to do
When the hope for a new Nigeria
Keeps slipping through our fingers
At every election cycle?
2023 elections are around the corner
Nigerians must get it right this time
I cry and point to the right direction
So that my compatriots can follow
That is what I am supposed to do
Stand up Nigerians
Take back your country!
Limericks are supposed to be naughty
Going to follow the rules like I ought-y
Did you hear about the guy
Suffered severe staphylococci
His love life was negatively affected, poor guy-y
Not all Angels
Need to spread their wings and fly
Some are sent here to be loved
For way too short a time
We don't blame Jesus
But we still question why
How's an angel that can barely walk
Supposed to learn to fly
How's an angel that can barely walk
Supposed to learn to fly
Will the teardrops on our shoulders
Ever get to dry
Or will the pain of what we're going through
Ever truly subside
If an angel that can barely walk
Has to learn to fly
Of all our heartaches
This one ain't the same
We all ask if You would take us
In exchange
Not so long ago
They crawled on the floor
Now here we are on our knees
Questioning the Lord
How's an angel that can barely walk
Supposed to learn to fly
Will the teardrops on our shoulders
Ever get to dry
Or will the pain of what we're going through
Ever truly subside
If an angel that can barely walk
Has to learn to fly
This constant sorrow
Of all of the unknowns
Is taking the life we had
Right from our very souls
Most Angels
Have to earn their wings
Don't make an exception
We're asking You please
Cause how's an angel that can barely walk
Supposed to learn to fly
How's an angel that can barely walk
Supposed to learn to fly
Will the teardrops on our shoulders
Ever get to dry
Or will the pain of what we're going through
Ever truly subside
If an angel that can barely walk
Has to learn to fly
I pray all Angel's that can barely walk
Don't have to learn to fly
So they've upped my medication
From 10 mg to 20 mg
It's the stuff that's supposed to make... me... mel... low
I almos... uh... almo... almost nodded... off... ff!
Don't think it's strong enough yet... thhh...ough!
Hopefully I'll soon start writing about fairies and pretty flowers
Instead of demons and evil monsters
Some of my best friends are fairies
Hang on... the ones with wings like Tinker Bell
We go skipping through the meadow with gay abandon
Now there you go misunderstanding me again
Well, getting back to my medication
Sometimes it makes me so mellow
I tend to try to stuff mashed potatoes in my ear hole
Not a good idea... especially in a restaurant
Mothers grab their wee kiddies
Cover their eyes while quickly moving to a different table
I mean no harm... I love everybody
In the whole great big entire world
© Jack Ellison 2013
Anger, dolent, satisfaction.
I dont understand the feelings
What is it? Where is it? How can I avoid it?
No,
How can i get it?
Satisfaction. I want it
But the anger. The compressed emotions
People uttered
Whynis it still going around me?
Covering every inch of my soul.
I lost my mind atleast another thousand times
Should I stop? But nothing is crueler than dream ends midway.
I whelve the seed. Balter around it. Holding the most genuine smile
Shinier than the gates of heaven
Its not raining, just tears.
of anger, hatred
form into and ocean, when turns into a thread it could reach the sun
It's a curious thing
The death of a foe
The helpless last breath
When their heart is in my hand
seconds before death
How does it feels like
Putting a foe underneath some sheet
For them to never wake up
The apple turns red. Beautiful
How I wish to see it rots in their body
Rots with the poison I created
Oh, how beautiful it is
Turning red to blue that ends with black
If blinking save you from the hand of death,
I would cut off my eyelids and make an art out of it
Beauty is what I see
Last breath step out. Far from the body
Forced
Mixed with thousand winds
Goodbye to the screams
Echoed in the hallway
Hello to the creeping silence
Dark
but without it, we can't see the stars
To surpass the monster, I'm willing to abandon my humanity
I realized that anger is inevitable
The life i created for myself
In my head, crawling to the gates of reality
Living peacefully in me
The monstrous
Nothing else,
just stars
During a thunderstorm at the midnight hour
I wrote you a letter that I'll never send
I wrote it when I was alone
so unless I give it to you
those words will always be mine
I might not keep them
but they are valuable
because I thought them
I wrote them and said them and read them
I said that I've see you around town
and I hope things are looking up for you
I said that I hope you're getting the help that you need
and I said nice things about your family
because they are such lovely people
and I said that you are too, really
I tried to keep it nice
but then I got brutal and blunt
and said that you can't heal on your own
because you keep your addiction so close
I said that you keep your addiction in first place
which keeps you from handling reality
because it throws off your perspective and light of life
and in my letter I told you how I waited on a guitar player at the cafe today
and he said that his favorite audience has become the young and the old
because of the way they take interest and inquire
and I didn't say this in my letter, but I wish that you would enjoy an audience like that
because that is a wholesome audience
I said that your thoughts, mistakes, and feelings are worth acknowledging
because they are honest and real
and they provide perspective and help you prosper
I was very frank when I said that you've been blessed
with talents and charm
and it was really harsh when I said that it's selfish
to keep them all to yourself
because you have a gift to connect with people and help them grow
and I said that you have so much potential
but you're trashing it
and good things aren't supposed to go to waste
I'm thinking that the thunder storm will fuel my poem
because the wind blows my curtains around
like I saw on Mickey Mouse once when I was little
while the rain hits my deck like a hundreds of marbles
dumped from an economy sized coffee can
and the lightning stabs and cracks flashes in the black humid breeze
several seconds before the thunder barrels at the silence I like for writing
but my lyrics are so raw that they don't need fuel
because I have the ruthless heart of an objective friend
who believes in you
because good things
aren't
supposed
to go
to waste
f i am supposed to love you
If i am to love you for the little things
I cannot seem to make you see me the same
I wanted what never existed
Though i know its okay
Im left with what i wish you-…we couldve been
Its funny
I would've never liked you with my friends
Or i just never knew
I never tried with you
If you could
If you would
If i would
If i can….
You never liked me
Never, for me
Nothing i couldve done wouldve made u understand.
I loved what i made up of you.
I loved what you couldve done for me
I never accepted you for what you were
I hate being the vindictive one but sometimes i feel
I could be