Your soul was being attacked
Meanwhile mine carried bags
Of sorrow, devastation and guilt
For I knew your little body couldn’t handle this
This cancer that sprung up out of nowhere when you were two
But you got your army men and went to work
Fighting
How strong your little heart was
Bigger than any of those little army men
Nevertheless, your little body didn’t fight forever
How could it?
So I sat you on my lap and told you that it was okay
You died that day.
So now,
Every chance I get I say screw Cancer
Fot taking the most precious boy I’d ever laid eyes on.
If I were t' build missen a cottage
Ad build it i' Yorkshire stooan
Ad chuyse it cos it's best thaa c'n get
betta building blocks, ther is nooan.
If I ad t' carve missen an epitaph
t' let fowk knooa who ad bin
Ad crave I Yorkshire stooan, hi,
Cos' an alternative ad be a sin.
If I wa t' delve inta me past
T' see what ad made an impression
it's likely ad fynd Yorkshire stooan top o t' list
An ad mchuyse it wi'art concession.
Wetha showin' as nature intended
at 'Ardcastle crag or int' ills
Or in t' quaary, waitin fot' delver
or blackened bi t' istory and t' mills.
Yorkshire stooan is our Yorkshire 'ome
Weeriva this gran grit is laid
Ivvery block is t' sooal of a Yorkshireman
Ivvery block is t' istort made.
do we need his
will i excisr
will be strong fist
should it be dis miss
this country fot all
the bad will fall
THE WALL
It is dark,
But,
When she looks up,
She sees sparkling diamonds,
Wondering,
How do they get there?
Stretching her hands,
Hoping,
She could reach them,
Taking them with her,
Cause they make her calm,
When the sun rises,
The diamonds are gone,
Leaving her waiting,
Waiting fot the stars,
Coming in the next darkness of the night.
some us
from the time of dust
it decuessfor some of
to stand we can
it hard to do well
fot
some of us earth
is
HELL
Got a son
His name is Scottie
Am I proud, you better believe it
My shining star
My confidant
How proud? You couldn't conceive it
Growing up
Problems quite few
Turned out to be much as expected
A computer guru
With in-born smarts
Trying so hard to be objective
Guess I'm not
Being very successful
At hiding my love for my Scottie
Hope he meets up with
A pretty young thing
One just a little bit naughty
Some folks say
He's a replica of me
Imagine that's quite possibly true
Body shape's similar
Same zest fot life
His sense of humour's similar too
Bias? Perhaps!
More than a little
Not everyone's as lucky as me
To have a son who
Turned out like Scottie
As proud as a daddy can be!
© Jack Ellison 2013
get ready soon be cold
soup bold
need new wear
go have buying is fair
look on the wall
cloth for the fall
be ready fot wind that blows
WINTER FALL CLOTHS
O! Yesterday you are gone forever
to be seen no more
your seconds,your minutes,your hours,
they are all but buried in the sleep of the night.
Things left behind in the arms of procastination
becomes the doings of today
greased with sweating in pains
for the pleasures known yesterday
o! Yesterday you were onces todays activities
at your fertile soil seeds were planted
watering by today
fot to the hope of tomorrows harvest
uncertainty!!!
Uncertainty!!!
They are all uncertainties
for we know not which seeds were planted
yesterday is gone!!!
yesterday is dead!!!
But its depositions are very much alive
to bring to our harvest that which was sown.
TIME
Yes I’m an old dog
But I’ll still get a bite at the bone
The day did find me down
But there’s yet a majestic dawn
That of the morning worms
And of the early birds
Yes I’m late for the banquet
But it’s still until a fortnight
The king may be a little angry
But he must understand I am hungry
Waste therefore not my time
I’ll be late fot the wine
I here laughter and meeting of glasses
It must be the liquor and evil dances
Now I know I’ve missed a thing or two
Please tell me that is not true?
Oh, the pleasures of the king’s imagination
Made real by his hand’s orchestration
Have they got to the main course?
I’m sure some villain will turn it into a racecourse
But ventre a terre upon his heels
Before the first apple peels
And my seat close to the king’s
Before the dinner bell rings
Bright Githui
TIME
Yes I’m an old dog
But I’ll still get a bite at the bone
The day did find me down
But there’s yet a majestic dawn
That of the morning worms
And of the early birds
Yes I’m late for the banquet
But it’s still until a fortnight
The king may be a little angry
But he must understand I am hungry
Waste therefore not my time
I’ll be late fot the wine
I here laughter and meeting of glasses
It must be the liquor and evil dances
Now I know I’ve missed a thing or two
Please tell me that is not true?
Oh, the pleasures of the king’s imagination
Made real by his hand’s orchestration
Have they got to the main course?
I’m sure some villain will turn it into a racecourse
But ventre a terre upon his heels
Before the first apple peels
And my seat close to the king’s
Before the dinner bell rings
Bright Githui
The sky is gray
as late afternoon morphs into evening
We are not prepared fot the gathering storm
Peace is what we seek
But the sky offers little hope
and when the heavens burst
we are taken aback
We must prepare ourselves
swiftly
or be swept away by the
howling storm or are struck by lightning
An awesome display of nature's power
Despite advances we cannot yet
cope with the forces unleashed
in a storm
Look out your window
Prepare yourself for the worst
For nature does not make comprimises
or change to suit us
Prayers, rise heavenward
Let's take solace
in our small structures
and our loved ones
Hummingbird
motionless now
hovers still
rising, falling
on my breast
as laughter rings
it doth animate his wings.
Fot the " The Crown of my Body" contest whitney form
written 6/18/12
Flowers are always beautiful
when eyes fall upon
heart fills with unknown joy
Either fot it's color
or for fragrance nose smells
everyone's Soul echoes
In pain u couldn't talk
Whenever I came to check on u
Lying in bed there
I knew u wanted to tell me something
Poor me I cried
And let myself avoid u
I thought I caused you pain
So I went in vain
Then here comes a phone call
I just lost my loved one
Grandma why did u go
Atleast u could ask me first
Time really can tell
And at times it rings a bell
But sometimes it's like hell
Crazy moments of life
Felt like I should blame
All those around me
Maybe she could be saved
But I don't even know how
Cancer is a killer
People have to know
When it attacks someone
It kills slowly and painfully
Grandma, I love u
We made jokes all the time
Not knowing someday
U'll not even be able to speak
Now I know it all
U left with a part of me
I can feel the pain, newly
Everytime I think of u
And when I look at ur photo
I wish I knew the date
I would dance with u all night
And tell u good bye
Before u could die
But u are no longer here
Wait fot me where u are
Our hearts will speak 2 each other
I wana hear u saying
I miss u Irene
For That Was The Day
The sun was shining bright
The flowers were all in bloom
The grass was green and sharp
It was early afternoon
The birds sang beautifully
In the sky not a cloud
The air was warm and breezy
The noise light and mild
A rabbit hopped for pleasure
The trees were full of leaves
From one flower to another
A butterfly flew with ease
Seemed like a perfect day
Yet that wasn’t meant to be
For that was the minute
You were taken away from me
For an instant the skies turned dark
If only in my mind
Escape from this pain
There was no way to find
Yet in the beauty of the day
My head was hanging low
Lost in the corner of my mind
I had nothing left to show
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