Best Uppers Poems
Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor
blades
Rails so thick your heart will
bleed
Find your fix so you’ll succeed
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the
core
You fear two words and that’s
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your
pride
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their
trust
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your
face
The heart that breaks can’t take
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the
floor
The pills you pop the smack you
shoot
The crack you cook the lines
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid
courage
That blissful coke won’t be
discouraged
Rapping, tapping on your door
Claiming your body take some
more
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart
race
The walls cave in two worlds
collide
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with
dread
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today
Categories:
uppers, death, depression, health, loss,
Form:
Free verse
In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour
Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain
Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross
bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories
Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast
Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost
Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing
Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards
His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh
No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth
Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene
Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning
The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith
They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time
There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger
To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas
18th November 2018
Contest Christmas Mourning
Sponsor P.S. AWTRY
Categories:
uppers, celebration, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!
The Fromage Frenzy and Curd Craze deli.
across from the Dizzy Duck and the Boastful Bard taverns
had been ransacked with only cracker crumbs on the floor.
All the cheesemongers were hiding in their basements.
All the landlords locked away in their cellars!
Bar stools dripping with Chardonnay and Merlot,
carpets soaked in 'Scrumpy Jack' and 'Strongbow.'
It was utter chaos as the 'cheese shed' raged on...
The goats and the cows watched,
as the town folk gathered on either side.
Anger in their eyes, yelling insults like;
'Cheap cheddar gobblers' and 'stinky Stilton munchers.'
This was not cultural tensions,
nor issues with tariffs, quotas or labelling practises-
this was a war of the social classes!
They were not fighting with fists or weapons,
oh no, no no..
The Downers started squirting stinky cheese sauce,
drenching the Uppers with its reeking stench.
However, when the Uppers started hurling
Storico and Caciocavallo Podolico,
back at the Downers, they simply,
started consuming it with their cider!
Both fractions kept pelting and sprinkling,
until little Joey from the farm,
reminded them the football had started,
so off they plodded to watch the game,
singing and laughing together,
arm in arm, munching on cheese
they had salvaged from their skirmish.
Categories:
uppers, allusion, conflict, society,
Form:
Free verse
If you're a celebrity
For medications come to me
I have them all, come see, come see
I'm the devil in disguise
I sign prescriptions by the score
If you run out, I'll give you more
I'll bring your pills right to your door
I'm the devil in disguise
Dr. Robert, Feelgood too
Names I'm sure are known to you
If you're in need call you know who
I'm the devil in disguise
Uppers, Downers, oxy's....well
Imagine what is down in hell
I'll keep your secret, I won't tell
I'm the devil in disguise
Elvis called, and MJ too
They both liked pills in shades of blue
No one else does what I do
I'm the devil in disguise
It's up to you, which choice you make
I fulfill, and you....you take
I'm here all night, don't need a break
I'm the devil in disguise
If you're in need, well...I'll be there
You pay for service, and I care
I've got lots, and lots to share
I'm the devil in disguise
If you're mute, and lost your voice
You know I'm your only choice
I'll be right round in my Rolls Royce
I'm the devil in disguise
You'll end up dead, but I'll keep kicking
With pills and needles, stars keep sticking
I'm the doctor all the stars are picking
I'm the devil in disguise
I am the devil, that is true
I am around, that's not new
I'm known to them, but not to you
I'm their doctor...till they die.
Categories:
uppers, abuse, addiction, america, celebrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Where was I born, who do I know,
All that I own is all here on show.
I’m nobody’s child, a child of the street,
Does that make me wrong, am I incomplete?
The beginning was the end for me,
It was all downhill for all but me to see.
I reached out for the sun and moon,
Not knowing that soon, they would both be in tune.
The drunken, shaking hand rises up again,
Leaving me alone with my new pain.
I only wanted to show that I can grow,
Have I learn’t more than I should know?
I can not cry, I can not show any fear,
I haven’t cried at all this year.
What is happiness, alcohol knows no limits,
The futures not bright if I’m not in it.
As sure as the night will follow the day,
I’m destined to wander, you know I won’t stay.
The road is my bible, the stars my guide,
From winged creatures, I must run and hide.
I’m nobody’s child, asleep at the wheel,
Uppers and Downers, I will pop any pill.
Into the darkness, awake to the end,
How do I know that you are my friend?
I never looked for two paths, even when I had a choice,
I can hear so many people talking but only one voice.
I can not get even, let alone even the score,
I’m nobody’s child, do you see anything more?
The holes in the floor are round and not square,
Sometimes I think that they are not there.
Where do I stand and where do I go,
I’m nobody’s child, does it really show?
There is someone standing over me, smiling bright,
I am pulled in two directions, from the dark to the light.
Maybe I wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t all my fault,
I’m nobody’s child, perhaps I just wasn’t caught.
Categories:
uppers, death, loss, lost love,
Form:
Ballad
The corridor is darkly invasive
usurpation knows not where it steers,
my nightgown caught on wildfire,
ending was indubitably a flimsy inferno
dreaming phantasma went up in smoke
i was flying naked in my captured head,
blissfully feverish in comfortable suffering
chose not to wake as you prickled slumber,
whilst functionally violaceous pain screamed
taking flight to swap business dealings
i could have opted out, your gray reluctantly
presented within Pandora's key predicament,
contracts were sealed, sensed a lethal attraction
twisted mid your tongue tied transactional eyes,
you presented an untimely shiny gem,
was hungry for anybody with a flaw
we cozied up on a nonchalant sofa
underneath blankets of complexity,
shared a hot cuppa mocha java delusion
spiked with combustible confusion,
dripping havoc like beaten egg whites on crack
handed over lockbox to a transfixed universe
awoken to find the bomb had dropped,
missed wily antagonism & landed pon converted uppers
heeded being so high up amid gallerias' artfulness
titanic nightmare sank beneath three hours indifference,
the machine was out of order, swallowed another pill
spellbound hot air balloon was carried away for safekeeping,
all that was perceptibly audible were familiar Pink tracks on twisted breezes
'shine on you crazy diamond'
'Sorta delusional dreaming...'
Categories:
uppers, allegory, dream, hyperbole, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
Are you ever serious, some people have wondered
Sometimes, if I haven't had a really good slumber
Not grumpy but be safe
Better cover up your face
Coz I might flail about if I can't find my uppers
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
uppers, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Any night endless, in countless shop doorways.
Down on their uppers, and satanic. strange places.
Spluttering, sneezing, coughing and wheezing,
In old cardboard boxes, rest weather worn faces
Catnapping for hours, gleans little cold comfort.
It's quicker with liquor, in brown paper bags.
A pawnshop's shopwindow, bears witness to sorrow,
Where all is exchanged, for the price of some fags.
Wearing second hand garments, from salvation counters,
No hope without dope, they suffer in silence.
A world where surviving, regrets to forget.
Downtrodden, despised, more often with violence.
The homeless seek shelter, a bed for the night.
Too few, for too many, for too many, too late.
Indifferent to hardship, they just melt away,
Swallowed up by the night-times, irreversible fate.
5/ 23/ 2017.
Categories:
uppers, abuse, depression, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Ice brewed till the filler,
Microscopic colors twirl,
Oh what a thriller.
Condensed spinning inside,
Outside… on the other wide sky,
Drinking my fill till I whither.
Its rolling and now coming by,
Say “here boy,
Get on for the ride.”
Taking place in the circle,
Down, no … high;
Climb back up to repeat,
And try.
Filled to the brim in uppers,
Downers, and mixed in color;
Living the American Dream,
Locked fear, not loathing;
Here’s the best part of the ride,
The best trip made from micro dot.
Here comes the best part…
You come for the trip;
So get on and ride.
Animals trance you in a beautiful sound,
While the ceiling snakes faster in circular rounds.
“Hey! That seems loud… what if the neighbors hear?
Let’s turn it down,” distorted in here.
“Hey man! It’s still getting louder in sound,”
“But man the music’s turned all the way down.”
A telephone rings when no telephone exist,
People talking upstairs; though
We’re all that exist.
The walls have become a fun house,
Don’t fear, though that one
Seems to grab and speak colors…
Why can I taste sound?
“You know man… roll up the come down,
Oh it’s so pretty, and I taste sound.”
“Man, I feel fugue amnesia;
Who am I? What am I?
I forget what is around.”
Broken cigarette lost in the clouds.
Distorted… I never wish to come down.
Categories:
uppers, peace,
Form:
Narrative
7/25/17
In the ocean or among lumber
Survivalist and hunter
Rain and thunder
Above below and inside the bunker
An increase in hunger
During Winter and Summer
A roadrunner
Giving them a stone cold stunner
Like a hot knife through butter
Running smoothly or with a buffer
Bags full of downers and uppers
Getting older, not any younger
Awake or in slumber
Areas clean or filled with clutter
Closed and open shutters
Items kept, tossed or lost down the gutter
Having disinterest or wonder
Still unfound or discovered
A miss or swish whether or not wearing shorts made by no jumper
Dented and pristine bumpers
You are or aren't showing your true colors
Categories:
uppers, dark, imagination, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
One thing is for sure here in these places
That demons are abundant with childlike faces
Assassins lurk about unyielding to their task
Though they bare no threat or mask
Passersby wont even blink when they see
That children are deadly to you and me
For shelter and bread are motives enough to kill
Emotionless beast without passion or thrill
Society made such creatures who seek refuge
Among the darker demons who’s lives are abuse
Rat infested accommodations are what WE provide
Mediocre medical care dooms there already damaged pride
So to the streets many run away too!
Some clever enough to grasp the truth
Bands of hooligans are what the uppers call there hoards
Beatings and sickness are what they can only afford
Survival becomes priority number one in life
Normal relationships never manifested only strife
Councilors, priest, and the police bring them back to hell
Trapped in the Orphanage is like being in a cell.
On sale to highest bidder is slavery plain to all
Or maybe like puppies you pick up at the mall
Some of the lucky ones find legitimate foster care
Others return with bruises and more nightmares
Money is a primary factor to these so called foster adults
People who can’t take care of themselves much less other souls
So I say to those who are in search of another income search elsewhere
Leave it to those who truly, truly care!
Back to those on the streets come to a place
Where a smile can return to your dirty face
SCHOOL!
Categories:
uppers, confusion, life, sad, care,
Form:
Ballad
getting up and getting away
no coin toss or real reason
you have a tasted for some buttercream cake squares
i have a taste for a butterscotch mikshake
afterwards we drive to different areas and check out some houses we saw online
we learn that you do not like modular homes and i am not crazy about well water
you like hardwood floors throughout and i dig wall to wall carpet
we both like turnkey ready and absolutely no exceptions
fixer-uppers are not even close to an option
we then decide out of the clear blue to drive to a particular park
there is a walking track above a hill close to the Heavens where held hands inside my jacket pocket on a very cold winter day
we converse while at the same time take in the moment and the moderate sun
it is then that we (aka SHE) decide to do some "window shopping"
you pull me into your world, and i end up buying some island fresh febreze, some fresh spring waters purex crystals, and a dr. pepper
inside and to myself i just shake my head and wonder where we will be heading to next
with the way our minds work we both never know....and by golly that seems to be the way we like it!
Categories:
uppers, fun, life,
Form:
Free verse
Here I am. Alone here I sat.
My mind wrapped in many thoughts.
Those I care not to have.
The ones of my life, a woman near my heart.
The pain and pleasures are like doing uppers and downers.
Feeling your hearts going burst if it don't cease.
What does one do in this case I wonder?
It's not of my heart I want destroy but loving as the man I am.
There the differculties are with being human.
Not being able to control the thoughts as they run wild.
What is it really like to live alone?
I know its lonely but how does one cope with this?
Even when their thoughts are upon things that matter.
How does the mind think or is it really the heart feeling these thoughts?
I know that's where the pain exist because its not my head that hurts.
It is the thinking of having everything you ever wanted in life.
Including the woman you love so dearly.
It is of my sucess I have accomplish even after many have robbed me blind.
It is that will to survive that keeps my fight alive.
But that of my inner being telling me that life is a lie.
That it's only a joke to live.
But there I have struggle still standing tall even when I am knock down.
It is the eye of the tiger and the roar of a lion I cry.
That of my soul just feels like screaming to the top of my lungs and falling to my knees and
saying,lord take me.
Ease this pain I'm in.
But let not life kill me nor my thoughts I have.
But make me stronger in thy ways.
But end this day and not let me wake.
For I am dieing of these thoughts and feelings I have,Please!
Somebody help me before I go insane and lose my mind.
These thoughts are crazy but of a woman I love.
That I can not stand the thought of her in others arms.
But my thoughts is I must go on.
Because I am the man I am and there's nothing I can do about this.
Except stay strong and survive until the day of my life has come.
By then,I probably be old and grey,still wondering how I'm going to make the next day.
Categories:
uppers, death, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form:
Narrative
Hey! I'm a bi polar mess.
I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins
I see why you love this bar.
My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids.
The drugs are free and I'll drink to that.
How could I be so criminal
This substance makes me sad and paranoid
Could this cause the death of the Opera
And if it all goes down hill I guess we could always
Throw our hands in the air and ride this out.
Baby, I'm sorry for causing such a scene.
I'm sure that guy wasn't me
I know I've been acting so obscene
I've been mixing uppers and downers
and it's kept me on edge.
I have her face carved into my eyelids.
A hearts nightmare every time I sleep.
I understand I'll stand alone
Idolizing something I know I'll never have.
And abuse substance more.
I don't want to get better alone.
My will power's low, my batteries dead.
You can be my witness, weakness, goddess
I could be your witness, weakness, Nitwit.
Until then I'll try to give up.
Hey! I'm a bi polar mess.
I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins
I see why you love this bar.
My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids.
The drugs are free and I'll drink to that.
Categories:
uppers, depression, hope, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I have Geritol at half price
The tamper proof has only been breached twice
Viagra for you real go getters
B12 for Telemarketers aka appointment setters
Come on kids, help me out with my supply
Raid Grandpa and Grandma's medicine cabinet, I will pay top dollar for all I buy
Some medicines are plentiful like grains of sand
Purchase it wholesale from your retail discount medicine man
Rogaine, cocaine laced products, your need for speed
Uppers, downers, all arounders, the best in the world of weed
If you are short on dough, have no self control, just give me a call
Cramps, indigestion, urinary tract infection, I have cures for it all
We all have them, so don't tell me about your issues
I am not board certified, so you cannot sue
I have placeboes available for you ill at mind
I have drugs that curb you urge to kill your own kind
There are some here that provide visionary thrills
Come see me, for self therapy, I can supply it in a pill
You are so dependent, I understand
Patience is my key to be your discount medicine man
My lifestyle is rich but not famous
Ruthless business man, look in my eyes, they are shameless
Even deep down inside, I really don't care
I just want my lion's share
One visit, you will become part of my plan
Save money and time, come visit your discount medicine man
Categories:
uppers, socialme, self, me, self,
Form: