Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
to a wide sunshine land, just for me.
I have my shamrock, my lucky charm
my memories of many, a green rural farm
so goodbye to villages and life so simple and true
from a young lass to womanhood, I now have grew.
with every word of a Celtic song
inside will always find a home, lifelong.
So goodbye my father dear
I will think of you with every jig I hear.
while your fiddle made the music
we sang and danced along to its tune
it will always ring through my ears
throughout time, throughout my years.
your love will forever, be in my heart
now that time, keeps us well apart
though we may never, met again
for you my heart will sing, but not amen.
my memory of this great, green land
will go with me where ever I stand
my childhood home, I now will part
never will it be torn, ripped from my heart.
the excitement of life brand new
of sunshine and colours of every hue
along this fearful path, towards the gain
soothes the sadness, all of my pain.
my home this emerald land
will forever be etched
etched upon my
lonely young, soul
R. Kelly did meet Lucy Furr
But - dang it all - she did not purr!
He sang, "Bum Rap"
But that was crap
Because his peers would not concur
Every day I wonder,
Like a daydream all the time,
Love is always the answer,
Into this heart of mine,
Everything will be just fine.
You wooed me with your lifestyle
Your black and marble palace
The wealth and rooms were vast
I trusted you with my future
But now that time has passed
By myself time for reflection
An opening that closed a door
In my heart I saw with clarity
You priorities never me
No faith, no hope nor charity
You only get one shot in life
I don't mean vodka or gin
My life has a different tune
A cello not a synthesiser
That's why I'm leaving soon
So keep your northern ways
Barren rooms where no one talks
We'll agree to disagree
Enjoy your steel glass boxes
Because now I'm breaking free
Ellie became instantly popular on Twitter,
For her Rio entrance to the 50m butterfly,
Which became known affectionately as,
The “gangster entrance”, her huge jacket.
Ellie was diagnosed in November of 2012,
Just after the London Paralympic Games,
When she was inspired by Ellie Simmonds,
To get into the pool and achieve ambitions -
She was diagnosed with Perthes hip disease,
Already she had achondroplasia, dwarfism,
But this meant she has physio every day,
A tough routine which perhaps you adjust to.
Her first international senior was 2015 Berlin -
She’s only fifteen, born on 30th August 2001 -
At the Internationale Deutsche Meisterschaften,
Where she set a WR, took 1 silver, 1 bronze.
On the run-up to Rio at the Euros in Portugal,
Ellie won a silver in the 50 metres butterfly S6,
Bronzes in the 50m, 100m and 400m freestyle,
So in Rio she won gold butterfly, bronze free.
Born in Walsall but growing up in Aldridge,
Ellie was born with achondroplasia to bridge,
She ended up at Olchfa School in Swansea,
With a larger swimming pool, destiny to see.
She was born on the 11th of November 1994,
At an age of 5 she opened the swimming door,
Her coach for her young life was Ashley Cox,
Who made her into a phenomenon that rocks.
When just 13, she won two sparkling golds,
For the 100m and the 400m freestyle folds,
At Beijing in 2008 where the Paras occurred,
And so was picked for the 2012’s, referred.
In those vibrant Paralympics of London city,
Ellie did win the S6 category with great ability,
Because she got gold for the 400m yet again,
And also won the 200 Individual Medley pen.
She’s an OBE since 2013 in the Honours List,
Was the Young Sports Personality 2008, gist,
She also won a silver and a bronze in London,
And has two gold postboxes to proudly spawn.
Bringing out all the little tricks in her bag wanting to impress and edge up in
standing of her circle of influence
having left behind the squares of preponderance
She laughed aloud at herself before anyone
else could
Out of the box and tossed in air the garments
was flying everywhere big poofs of gauzy and fluttery finery no better satins could be
had for the scenery besides Who would not stop and stare when she's seen there in something looking close to underwear
Alas, my poor girl who's direction is askew if you only knew. Take off put on repeat all day you wish you had a better you
but nothing is going to change from the outside in so find some new fittings and
sayings you'll be ok
tis better to know what's in front behind and all around for it's not to the crowd in which to be proud
Ellie went to kitchen of Planet Y
And got Flagella horrifidis dry
She mixed it with flubber
Made hominid rubber
But she found no silicon chip to fry
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
Kelly collided with Ellie but neither was hurt
That was the miracle of the day said stupid Bart
Kelly was a truck
Ellie ran amuck
She was as drunk as a skunk and didn't wear a skirt
(C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Poor Ellie, sweet Ellie
Her mother just cooed
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
I can’t spank you child
For just running wild
Stacy’s hair will grow back anyway
A Joke on Ellie!
There once was a boatman named “Ellie”
Laughter jiggled his belly like jelly.
He was a fun loving bloke.
That loved to play jokes.
Guess who played one on him; it was Kelly!
The joke that she played was great fun.
After his shave and a hair comb was done,
She carefully groomed his big feet.
His snoring soon meant he did sleep.
Toenails UN-grimed, painted bright red…deed done!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick x2
Written in memory of my Grandfather. Kelly is fictitious (smiles) but the story is not.
Ellie knew her lover was a sailor
But he promised never to leave
Then one day he sailed away
Leaving her alone to grieve
Every day she looked for him
Sitting on the dock at dawn
Hoping he would soon return
And she wouldn't be left alone
She walked along the shore at night
Leaving lonely footprints in the sand
To be washed away when the tide rolled in
And the sea mist covered the land
Years went by while she waited
Growing old and gray
Yet she never gave up the hope
That he'd come back some day
She never knew he'd lost his life
In a terrible storm at sea
The last thing he said that fateful night
Was, "Ellie, please wait for me"
Ellie died of a broken heart
With his picture in her hand
On the back she had written
"God find him if you can"
I think their spirits walk along the shore
Leaving happy footprints in the sand
To be washed away when the tide rolls in
And the sea mist covers the land
Shine a candle in the shadows
break the glow stick green
Conquer those New England days
You know what I mean
Tree limbs tapping at the window
frost on rivulets grey
Open up the blinds and melt them
into words you've yet to say
Soak in bubbles brought to boiling
swirled in steam and sleep
Break the silence with emotion
I am yours to keep.
I met you hollow as the bones
of sun scorched trees with roots upturned
Worn to smoothness, polished grey
I met you when you'd less to say
But time and temperance green the ground
by pushing growth and sticking 'round
The seeds which scattered, dormant, light
in a gust of wind and time, took flight
They settled with your words and grew
with limbs of strength, they became you
And soon you laughed and bloomed in pink
and unwrapped time as a gift to think
Soon, your roots entwined the earth
You opened your arms to a million birds
and swayed in the wind to their favorite tune
as you etched them into your friend, the moon
Now you speak as all nature does
with a heart full of passion that's rooted in love
Each limb of growth reaching into the wind
Your words are a healing, You're on the mend...
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