crickets cry
a box of facsimiles
in the doorstep
Categories:
facsimiles, beauty, best friend, cheer
Form: Haiku
Nature has no secrets
no doors to be unlocked
we are our own mystery
hiding keys
and denying entrance
Einstein created nothing
Mozart wrote nothing
when at our best
we are plagiarist
listening and responding
when at our worst
we are plagiarist
birthing physical facsimiles
to our world who survives
by eating its own young –
Answer: the I in the I
vs the I in the we
Categories:
facsimiles, creation, peace, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Prose
WEIGHTLESS
More often than not, you clutch tightly,
The very things that weigh you down;
Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt,
You line the lie of being emancipated,
When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you.
You define yourself by others' standards,
Struggle to fit in, when the simple truth is,
Every individual created is a blueprint,
A unique creation, with quirts and kinks,
That makes you who you really are.
You fail to look up, turn to the creator,
Ignore the consult of the compendium,
To a discovery of one's true self,
Instead of the falsity of a likeness,
Imitate, forgetting there exist no facsimiles.
ME is an opportunity to introduce to the world,
Your beliefs and all that makes you distinct,
a chance to stand out and not be defined,
By standards of what right is, or by anyone else.
Defy norms: An existence outside the box
Be as light as a feather, Be you
Knowing there's only this one life to live
To live it full, live it well, live it free, live it good
And look back decades from now with nary a regret
For you have lived................WEIGHTLESS
Categories:
facsimiles, africa, confidence, freedom, growth,
Form: Free verse
Some parts have regenerated
not backwards, local history
cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser.
There are facilities, collection plants,
distributions centers, storage units.
Where once summer sky’s grazed
there are mechanical cows
and the rusting bull horns of the defunct.
Creeks and backwaters
limp through new tracts where above ground pools
snort weekend waves.
The hunting of discarded artifacts
keeps idle hands busy.
Self-taught archivists plunder each other
for the re-purposeful or uselessly rare,
indeed the useless is now prized
as a future barter.
Pigs and chickens are hidden
under muddy blue or grey plastic sheets.
Farms lean away into makeshift facsimiles
of yesterday.
Of course there is the mail,
parcels arrive with a smile,
then contents are ferreted away
until more garage space can be reimagined.
It is a fair, windy, open place;
it is what a native people
tried once to explain to us In their legends.
of course they never spoke
of strip malls or industrial parks,
but in their own, less cluttered language,
they did point the way to our own
pointless purgatory.
Categories:
facsimiles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Every fascination becomes a bauble
a gold encrusted noose
on which to dangle
the desperation of appeal
Stuffed into feathers fashioned
cushions fighting for the adverts
these sown together facsimiles
is the me in expressive tailor-made
And your life a piece of art work
each symbols collectible remark
paints the mask
of who you never really are
In the mirror dissatisfaction
daily judgment of perfection
you wear it like a scar
never a smile for who you really are
If you were and only could be
more faultless than you really should be
a photo posed abstracts anatomy of beauty
the accommodation of magazine publicity
Every fascination becomes a bauble
a gold encrusted noose
on which to dangle
the desperations to appeal
a presentation of nothing that is real
such are the cruel theaters of the skin
betraying a soul wishing not to be constrained within
Categories:
facsimiles, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Pristine elements exist here,
carbon facsimiles are forged,
in Proper Space,
in Proper Time,
expectant and delivered, all packaged,
uncontrollability in a controlled environment.
I offer Universal Apologies.
Oh the atrocities I commit in parallel worlds.
So hold me, and hold me responsible,
responsibly.
I am finite in my infinity,
I am futile in my future.
Categories:
facsimiles, creation, space, time,
Form: I do not know?
Know this romance king named Timothy
Who started writing limericks or facsimiles
We gave him three cheers
But the love stuff 'tween his ears
Prevent him from challenging his great peers
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
facsimiles, fun,
Form: Limerick
Facsimiles burst in the jungle
Gestures pulling paint off the wall
I've seen it all
Crouched, hideaway consumer companion choice
Urgency gather fervently
Upsetting the sewage balance
Garden shears hanging sturdy frames
Blue collar bastion glowing brain
A belt buckle preacher enlivened struggle
Suicide ransom beneath the huddle
I'm making waves
And riding them too
Street animal casting feather balloons
Whispering a marching tune
Categories:
facsimiles, funny, history,
Form: Free verse
A walrus and a carpenter were sitting on a beach.
They had eaten a bunch of oysters within their reach.
After eating, the walrus expressed a bit of remorse.
They ate so many; they had no room for the main course.
The walrus said, “I have found a recipe in a cook book.
Carpenter, this looks tasty. Will you please have a look?
It was invented in New Orleans by Chef Antoine.
Unfortunately, the original recipe is unknown and gone.
However, many reasonable facsimiles exist.
We already have most of the ingredients on the list.
This way, we can use the leftover butter and bread.
There is no absinthe, but we can use Pernod instead.
We can meet here tomorrow when we are ready for lunch.
We can draw more of those stupid oysters by the bunch.”
Categories:
facsimiles, adventure, fantasy, food
Form: Rhyme
Cuatro Tetractys
Politics, circumvent, all common sense,
facsimiles,
non exist.
Raise tax
ax.
……………………………….................................
Thus,
we the
tax payers,
of common sense,
should circumvent, by our two cents, these gents!
………………………………...............................
Raise tax of wealthy, to the healthy max.
Lift up ax tax.
Stop grinding,
face of
poor!
……………………………….............................
Need us of common sense, say any more?
This be judgment,
of great whore.
They serve’
her!
(C. Rev. Ch, 17&18)KJV
For. Tetractys
In Honor of: Jared Pickett
Placed #2
Categories:
facsimiles, allegory
Form: Tetractys
Set on a dissertation painted ebony
With the cancellation brushstrokes of despair;
Night in her starless petticoats
Curtsied on teraformed life
Repeating itself in stammered facsimiles.
Glazed by whiskey priest sermons
Slurred and deformed in gin-joint churches,
The blood of Christ mainlined the pulpit,
Seemed to rush hour in the veins
Draping red mist on the dream.
A far better thing never done,
Sacrificed caring and chain-sawed heart,
Grit of numb teeth against the hurt,
Ultimate reason for staying expired
And turned to dust-blown vacancy.
On the empty stoop with glitching lungs,
Sagged and wept a hitching song
Of desolate love in wasteland parameters
Impeached and curtailed by feeling too much,
Wept a song of the unforgiven.
Would she ever acknowledge his true blood,
How much the bankrupt soul aspired
To proffer in worship of her persona?
Unlikely, so in the hanging head of sundown
Wept a song of the unforgiven.
Categories:
facsimiles, life, mystery, philosophy, sad,
Form: Blank verse
Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate,
swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round,
pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit,
the messages stammer in running aground,
teleprompt thoughts, the lost and found.
Tracings of despotic imprints of hate,
spidering sly with malevolent spread,
pricking the conscience with rapier tips,
‘till the fascist facsimiles buzz in the head,
engraved black and white, living and dead.
Encephalograph hieroglyphs consciously cry,
blindingly fast with a vengeful agenda,
the bars of the gaols and the barbs in the wire,
imposed on the faces of freedom’s surrender,
haunted and gaunt, stripped of defender.
Democracy gored in the jaws of the jackals,
mercy in masticate, oppression writ tall,
dictatorship figureheads, rancid and crazy,
fingerprint guilt taps the primal nerve crawl,
and we feel the disgust, but do nothing at all.
Categories:
facsimiles, allegory, life, mystery,
Form: I do not know?