i will go out with a bang here
give me maple syrup and vanilla bean paste
and this continues into the weekend
as a confused barista takes my order
i drink the vanilla mocha in the car
as i drive us over one hundred kilometres
with a boatload of sausages and pies
and scotch eggs
i believe in a cruel God, who has created me in his likeness
i feel the primeval slime within me
i was born from the vileness of some germ or base atom
i believe that an honest man is a jeering buffoon
i take the last gurgling rasp of the beverage;
i have become a deliberate mess
A night with friends to enjoy a culinary sampling tour downtown
Time for a boatload of fun, and let our hair down
Our journey begins with our tour guide loading us into his van
A jolly fellow who is letting us know all the stops in our four-hour span
Samples from many countries we will get to taste
My guess is we will not let anything go to waste
First stop Italian for some authentic pizza and fine wine
Then it is British with its fish and chips and a pint of beer, mighty fine
Japanese is our next stop with its sushi and saki to wash it down
Finally France for some French onion soup and pastries, and some of the best wine to be found
Such a culinary delight, as well as a wonderful evening spent with friends
He rides in his truck; she works in the field.
In his truck, he's king of the long road
Time doesn't stand still, in the truck time flowed
Early morn out in the garden, she kneeled
Nature and God to her each day was revealed
When life got stressed, problems solved at crossroads
He rides in his truck
She gathered the food, prepared the large yield
Cooked their meals, preserved, froze, pickled boatload
She's now home, not in the field, time has slowed
Time for him is sealed, as he keeps his eyes peeled
He rides in his truck.
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters, and incredibly ourselves
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
Can't we all just play nice
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters and incredibly...
OURSELVES
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE
Gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
CAN'T WE ALL JUST PLAY NICE?
Hi, how are you doing? Are you still living in the past?
Don't you know life’s hourglass is running out really fast?
I know you were dealt a boatload of lemons and no
lemonade.
And many nights, you had nightmares and were scared
and afraid.
Sometimes you are still haunted by ghosts of yesterday.
Do you still want to crawl into a hole every other day?
Remember you may have gotten knocked down but not
knocked out,
So get up; be proud; you have nothing to be sad so
about.
Please remember what you overcame; your scars don't
define you.
Don't you know you're a victorious warrior tried and true?
Don't forget I love you for the woman you are today and
aspire to be,
I'm forever in your corner; hold your high and walk-in
victory.
It's a salt water, sea
Water, popcorn town
Where the carousel music goes
Around and around
And the horses fly free.
To the karaoke's tide.
Someone grabs the gold ring
To win another ride.
A salty, buttery odor
Permeates the air -
Lobster rolls and fried clams
And pizza everywhere.
Mom and Pop and children
Still sandy from the shore,
Lick giant ice cream cones
That dribble on the floor
Boats of people party
Along the harborside
Others jam the shops
To browse and then decide
On souvenirs for family or
What to bring a friend.
Instead they buy a t-shirt
That sports an island trend.
The ferry line twists long
As people end their stay
But a boatload more of people
Have come to have their day.
This isn't a “resort”,
It's a tourist destination,
It's a little popcorn town,
Best place for a vacation.
A Hospital Hoot!
Twas a freezing winter that year!
Drove in a fright that dark, starless night.
Car sliding all over slick, Chicago ice.
Was having labor pains, please hurry!
Stood at intake desk, big as a house.
Question they asked, oh,why this winner?
"Why are you here?"
Panagiota: "To deliver!"
It only got worse,as, no kidding,
The dunce really asked: "Deliver what?
I gave that witless wench, an answer most
fitting,
" Why, a boatload of bananas, what else"
Panagiota Romios
4//20/2019
Have you ever needed to go so bad
That your eyeballs start to cross
Your back teeth began to float around
You're memory's a total loss
It happens to us chappies quite a lot
It's the way we usually react
When downing a dozen cold ones
Too blitzed for making tracks
We put it off till we almost burst
Afraid to make sudden moves
But finally, we chance it and off we go
We're sure glad to get to the loo
Then back we go to drink some more
Eyes are no longer aligned
We end up at somebody else's table
With a different bunch of asinines
We keep on drinking a few more hours
Till we've all had a boatload too much
They kick us out about three A.M.
Babbling in what could have been Dutch!
Trust is such a deliciously sweet thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Make the yellow-bellied canary sing
Confidence lost in an abandoned mind
Smoky sulfur
and silica methane ...
uptake of noxious fumes to the brain
Pinning blame on the innocent
is such a wickedly gossip thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Make the paid parrots walk the plank
Over the edge,
submersive feeling of a shark bite
Band of brotherly fear: pie-hole footsteps Caine a-coming,
like the razor slice of a sharp knife
A taste for deceit is an acquired appetite;
such a distended, gluttonous thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Loyalty fled, as the cannons started firing
Resentment turned inward,
be a busted gut full of bellyaching —
Sunken boatload of wretched, scurvy self-loathing
Someone coveted the strawberries ...
perhaps it was a fickle foe pretend friend
Check the fingers for the evidence
that is scarlet proof crimson staining
Drink an ask flagon of cherry whine
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Will be mutineer revealed in due time
A boatload of lims I scribbled last night
Came flying at me in a blinding light
Overtaking my soul
Had no control
Eliminated the ones that weren't too polite
A boatload of lims I scribbled last night
They came flying at me in a blinding light
Overtaking my soul
Had no control
Eliminated the ones that weren't too polite
© Jack Ellison 2015
This is my poem No. Seventeen Hundred
Gadzooks, that's a boatload of poems
Think my brain would have turned to mush
Or perhaps I'd wind up in a home
Nope, it appears I'm as prolific as ever
Have delayed my downhill slide
Inevitable as it is, I'm fighting it off still
With the help of my blushing bride
Still call her honey after all these years
I refuse to let time win the battle
No matter the years or how grey I get
This dude refuses to get rattled
It doesn't hurt that I come from good stock
Seven siblings lived to seventy or more
I tend to overeat, I break all the rules
But I'm still winning the damn war
So getting back to my poems, let me know
If you notice I'm on a downhill slide
Sure wouldn't want to embarrass myself
After all, I've still got my pride
© Jack Ellison 2015
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters, and incredibly ourselves
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
Can't we all just play nice
© Jack Ellison 2014
Save Your Lousy Self
Save your pity for a fool that is not witty
save your sorrow for a jerk with no tomorrow
Save your scorn for your future unborn
save your smartass for another dumbass
Save your lies for your coming black eyes
save your taste for your own stupid waste
Save your frown for another silly clown
save your next scam for your next big ham
Save your mistakes for your jump in the lake
save your life for terrible and massive strife!
Save your love for next disease you can't get rid of
save your mess for your next boatload of stress
Save your speech for your next loud screech
save your help for your next born welp
Save your cries for your next false guise
save your stand for your next super lousy band
Save your gasps for your next futile grasps
save your retreat for your next huge defeat
Save your fall for your next crash into the wall
save your pain for your next car wreck in the rain!
An exercise in "saving" for frugal people that are lousy scoundrels!!
I wrote this with a fool I know from my wild young days in mind...
A little slam for fun.....
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