Letter 'K'
Kaleidoscopic aura kindles the kunstvoll dawn sky,
God's kingly artistry kneaded in the lapis lazuli,
Kissed by the sun, kinesthetic earth feels klutzy,
Light rays knock gently on day's door,
This knockout scene would make anyone kneel
Or keel over in kitschy joy ~
A keen reminder of the glory of the Kingdom to come.
Yard skeleton hazard’s a stay.
He smells like a fish aft’ three days.
We wish he’d keel over,
But one might discover
the neighbor’s been dead, sans sway.
How bad we’d all feel - all the same,
the grit and the bow are to blame.
The holiday bones wave.
It’s time to dig’m a grave.
The neighbor too IF he’s the same.
I stood in the middle of a large crowd
Claustrophobic but breathing easy
My heart pounding in my chest
Every beat sounding like Cherokee drums
Closed my eyes, deep breath
Eyes open, then I saw him
He stood there in all his splendour
Laughing heartily with his kin
Suddenly our eyes locked
The crowd disappeared like early mist
He stood up and strode toward me
Like a man with one mission
That’s when I saw his hands
He clutched a jar made of pure gold
Suddenly he stood right in front of me
A huge shadow eclipsing the sun
He laid his hand on my heart
First a gentle kind caress
Then a sudden painful yank
He ripped my heart out of my chest
He places it in the jar with satisfaction
His mission has been accomplished
He turns on his heels walks away
No care or turning back
To see the gaping hole he left behind
I fall to my knees clutching my chest
Blood gushing like water from a burst pipe
As I keel over to die strong hands catch me
They hold me tight no more bleeding
His words of comfort plant a seed
A new heart begins to grow and bloom
You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity,
Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew.
See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort.
Anxiety becomes your security and depression your delight, you fight to stay down because nothing else is right.
Nothing else is real.
But one day, you say 'enough' - I'm tougher than this and bliss is where I want to be.
Free and unafraid, justice will be paid as you stare darkness in the eyes and the lies in your head fall away.
You are more than what you have been told. You are bold and unashamed.
I was walking home one cold winter's night
On a country lane that was very dark
Odd feeling I had something wasn't right
Then behind me heard a growl and a bark.
I turned around but nothing could I see
T'was the midnight hour no one was about
My mind I thought is playing tricks on me
Then I heard it, a loud scream and a shout.
I froze on the spot overcome with fear
Thought I'd keel over from a heart attack
Loud shouting again it was getting near
I started running and didn't look back.
Then before me a dog with eyes bright red
I woke and vowed no more cheese before bed.
Written 28th April 2019
For Halloween fright poetry contest.
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
My gait is much slower
My memory's shot
The hair on my beano
Is thinning a lot
My mind doesn't notice
Thinks nothing's changed
Who am I kidding
I must be deranged
Now starting to notice
These things that occur
On a near daily basis
Pretty normal I'm sure
But seeing that this
Is my first time around
Each day's like no other
But exciting I've found
Hope I've still got
Some fun days ahead
Winding up in a home
Is something I dread
But I'll still write poetry
Till the day I keel over
My life's been amazing
Not one complaint ever
Feel so damn fortunate
To have lived my life free
A shining example of
What a life oughtta be
© Jack Ellison 2013
Pain
filling me
so strong
I keel over
Tearing shattering
flooding my senses
wasting away more each day
tears streaming down my face
Weeping, wailing, teeth gnashing
I rend out my hair in clumps
if only I could tear out my heart
maybe then the pain would ease
Trembling, shaking, quivering
please make it stop
so nauseous as I heave
the pain far too much to bear
Lost bewildered confused
mind going insane
so terrible like losing a limb
the never ending pain lasts on
Melancholy weighs me down
so tired of fighting myself
if I could sleep I would
but the pain denies relief
Then a sign that you are here
just not seen, holding out a hand
leading me from dark despair
back into the light of hope
inspired by a poem I read today
Pain is how i feel right now
Lost the girl and I don't know how
She was an angel in my eyes
Until she said goodbye
She went with another man
And left me a lonely man
I wish i could win her back
But she still went and packed
She had us split apart
And left a hole in my heart
I don't know what to do
Without her here to
I'm so lonely I could die
Keel over and say goodbye
When I'm lonely I feel pain
Theres always downs but no gains
.
For several years, I've been a raftsman every summer
Ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
Who shout, argue and fight about this body of water
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud, wise-cracking puns
Says: "You can never cross the same river more than once
It changes every moment, every swirl, every flow
May look the same but its waters come, its currents go
You float or swim in it, but then whatever you do
This river's not the one .. that you crossed awhile ago!"
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a long, screaming leap
Says: " That's a shallow view, I've got something really deep
If the river is the water that drenches your knees
A dozen rivers can swish by you in just a sneeze
Even when you pause for just a short minute or two
You're not the one crossing .. the rivers are crossing you!"
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over
And they pay their fare like any decent passenger
No goatherd, no shepherd will I push into the river!
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For several years, I've been a raftsman every summer,
ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
who shout and argue about this body of water.
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud wisecracking puns;
says "You can never cross same river more than once;
it changes every moment, every swirl, every flow;
may look the same, but its waters come, its currents go;
you float or swim in it, but then whatever you do,
this river's not the one that you crossed a while ago!"
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a long, screaming leap;
snorts, "That's a shallow view, I've got something really deep;
if the river is the water that drenches your knees,
a dozen rivers can swish by you in just a sneeze;
even when you pause for just a short minute or two,
you're not the one crossing, the rivers are crossing you!"
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over
and they pay their fare like any decent passenger,
no goatherd or shepherd gets thrown into the river!
When I look into your eyes,
I lose all track of time,
I want so bad to be in your arms,
To feel your lips on mine,
To hold you so close,
And run fingers down your spine,
No one cares no one knows,
What I feel inside,
If I have to endure much more of this,
I’d rather keel over and die,
Though not much time has been given,
I can’t help but wonder why,
How so long I’ve been living,
Without you at my side,
But I feel so forbidden,
Whenever you’re around,
My heart rate is on the rise,
But I can barely make a sound.
For several years I've been a raftsman every summer,
ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
who shout and argue about this body of water.
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud wisecracking puns
that you can never cross the river more than once,
it changes every moment, every swirl and flow,
it may look the same, but its waters come and go,
you float or swim in it, but whatever you do,
this river's not the one you crossed a while ago !
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a screaming leap,
says that's a shallow view, he's got something deep,
if river is the water that drenches your knees,
a hundred rivers can swish by you in a sneeze
even when you pause for just a minute or two,
you're not the one crossing, rivers are crossing you !
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over,
and they pay their fare like any decent passenger,
I shall throw neither goat nor sheep into the river.
My sanity slips through my fingers like water seeping through the cracks.
No matter how hard I close my fist it continuously flows away.
Am I not able or am I not willing to see myself in the future.
For I feel as if I am waiting to keel over dead one day soon.
I cant seem to find what my purpose is.
I use to think I had one but now I only see wasted life.
I now don’t make plans to far in advance.
For I can honestly not see myself hanging on that much longer.
One may ask themselves what kind of life is this.
Well this is my life or what there lack of.
Cant say I planned it nor can I say I tried to change it.
Now all I can do is stop it from continuing.
I ask for forgiveness and mercy on my soul.
I pray to let me start over, but this life is already to far gone.
There is no chance of fixing it, so I pray for a second chance.
My life must end for my new one to begin.
So don’t shed a wasted tear on me.
Just know I am beginning a new life.
So instead of mourning for me I ask you to pray for me.
Pray that I don’t ruin the next one.
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