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Visit beautiful Michigan Avenue
The ‘Magnificent Mile’
See the teenage gangs at night
roaming ‘gangster-style’
Admire block after block on ‘the strip’
Madison Avenue, the Old West Side
burnt down by arson way back in 1968
embers still afloat – Don’t they smell great
Take a walk on the Wild Side
The South Side that once hosted Nat King Cole
Note the empty lots, broken glass and one-eyed cats
What a pleasure to take in all that…
Yes, dear friends, a trip to Chicago’s just the thing
Come to a town where crime is king
Life’s thunderstorms always come at a moment
When no one expects
It seems like every time it’s sunny
First, come gray clouds, then it downpours
Sometimes, it rains so hard
You may get knocked over
The wind may be so strong
You may get pushed away
The lightning comes in so many directions
You may get struck down
It thunders so loud you may just want to bury your head and never come up again
Just remember that God is your umbrella
Troubled times are like troubled waters
They come and go
So, try and smile and keep your head afloat
Because, after every thunderstorm
There is peace, tranquility, and a rainbow as a promise
That there will never be a storm like this again
Have you ever imagined the feeling
Of soaring above the clouds
Only the breeze between you and the earth
Away from the bustling crowds
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast
That keeps your airship afloat
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude
As you sail your celestial boat
Imagine the absolute total serenity
As you take in the breathtaking view
Corn fields that go on forever and ever
Mountains that reach for the blue
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Above the clouds you soar
A feeling of contentment and inner peace
Emanates from your every pore
© Jack Ellison 29014
spoke kin like
a true non establishmentarian.
Wily wordsmith wields wisdom and wit
renders requiem welcoming thee to visit,
no matter foisting poetic riffraff (mine)
necessitates applying figurative tourniquet
to staunch potential
life threatening hemorrhage
oozing out fifty shades of
your gray cerebral moon unit,
thus best be extremely cautious
heed warning to preserve
self interest and quit
while ahead, i.e. stop reading
and surreptitiously exit,
now lest noggin contents
rendered into pureed blivit
causing irrevocable damage,
now just for fun grab
amusement park ride ticket,
and picture yourself
in a boat on a river
squarely bobbing along...
barely staying afloat
courtesy soaked sponge square pants
within skeletal ricket
tee skiff analogous to
time warped white picket
fence forever lost and seasick
out of desperation imploring malefic
powers that be while moored thick
within (think) Scylla and Charybdis
not caring a lick
despite super tramping cheap trick
worse fate than death,
where metaphorical flick
finds one human flotsam and jetsam (ye)
violently sucked into realm wick
head witch, which
in toto along metaphorical yellow brick
road nsync cues soundcloud
faintly reminiscent of Herman's hermit
mid nineteen sixties approximate
time Beatles made mop top headlines
both bands selling
one after another smash hit,
where half crazed lasses frenziedly
screamed and threw maniacal fit
activating advent of groupies
they made nun sense sickle habit
to shadow many rock and roll band
initially majority identifying as Brit
nowadays global musical hodgepodge
synthesized linkedin with fitbit.
Once upon a fairy tale,
Lived a colony of tiny folk
Who decided to set sail,
Because across the pool
Lay greener pastures
Of which they wanted
To become masters.
For tiny folk to cross this pool
Took courage, had to be so
Strong and bold,
Clever little people, none a fool,
Would, take three days, and it
Was Winter, the water icy cold,
Took too much with them in their
Frail small boat,
Only twenty carefully got in,
Pioneers, ready to make history,
The leader thought.
So off they set, across foreign water
Three families of extended kin!
Suddenly a loud noise and high waves,
Rocked their boat, they had no control
Rover the Labrador had jumped
Into the pool,
A tsunami capsized them, they chocked,
Spluttered, but hung onto their boat,
And thus they kept afloat.
Then they saw Rover,
His mouth wide open, he scooped
Them up gently as they
Rested on his tongue, strangely they
Were unafraid for they had seen
Rover across the pool playing on
Pastures green,
This Labrador wanted to play
To while his time away,
But instead saved them from drowning,
Took them back from whence they came,
And slowly lay them down
Rover the Labrador had earned his fame,
He barked and wagged his tail
These little humans spoke and run
And cried and laughed, he
Loved them straight away
The tiny adventurers, did not fail
They were happy living beneath a
A large green bush, with little homes
Made out of sticks and leaves,
Right now these little folk
Were safe, but remain a mystery,
Only Rover knew and he could
Never tell,
Where his new found friends dwell!
And the moral of this tale,
Is things are not always greener
On the other side,
Rather hold on to what you
Have, with pride.
See through my eyes
Cheerful faces
with my first cry,
Born into this world
my mother's pretty face,
Forgetting all the pains
thrived with all grace,
Saw through my little brain
everyone in a rat race,
Hurt, insult and abuse,
world was no holy place,
Kids and women killed
bloodshed their real face,
Lavish spending on wars
while hunger begged at sacred place,
Brutal murders and rapes
of humanity, law and jail breaks,
Mother Earth exhausted
of its natural resources,
Selfishness, greed and cruelty
I am so much scared,
Days are dark
and nights awake,
Take me to a safer place mother
maybe back into your womb,
Afloat in peace with my eyes closed !
Written Sept 2nd, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Mother's mistake
She didn't get a remake
Had me
Wasn't much to see
Kinda slow
So many things I wanted to know
Places I wanted to go
Put aside
Always cried
I was grown
No love shown
Tried to do good
But was always misunderstood
Never had a thing
Happiness it could never bring
Me myself and I
Times I have wanted to die
I wish I could fly
Lost inside
So I hide
Darkness closes in
I cannot win
I fight
For the light
Depression
Don't need a Dr session
Need people true
But they make me blue
Hate life
And it's strife
But I'm here
So much fear
No one ever near
Alone am I
Living under the open sky
To belong
I so long
To late
This is my fate
Don't care
Cause I don't dare
The sun bakes me a medium rare
The rain
Brings pain
The cold
Makes me old
Life
The strife
All I see
I long to be free
But I'm stuck being me
Mother's mistake
Love is fake
Wish I was real
The pain I feel
Drives me down
Kicking hard not to drown
I stay afloat
Too many holes drilled in my boat
At the end of my road
Hard to carry my load
Mind if I sit here awhile
Enjoy your smile
No where left to go
I know
It is all on me
What I see
Nothing is at the end
A lifetime I did spend
Searching for who I was meant to be
But I'm just me
Mothers mistake
Sitting by a lake
Bad decisions I always make
Lead me here
This loneliness I fear
I wish I was wanted
But my life is haunted
Dreams and desires
Lost in the burning fires
Of my heart
As life falls apart
I wish I may
Find the right words to say
I wish I might
Win this fight
And find the light
And be me
The man I wish to be
ubiquitous in sounds and silences
constancy its own enchanting entity
the ebb and flow of nurtured routine
vibrates a pulse intimately familiar
seasoned in delicate grooves and patterns
the formality of most minute rituals
afloat bathing in delightful energies
peppered potential for adventure
the rhythm sweet in its harmonics
adrift in hazy foggy remembrances
ripple effect through a morning daze
the day slowly morphing into focus
shapes and sounds swirling
knock at the door of suspended reality
the gently waking from a drowse
come in ~ i want to hesitate
float idle in suspended oscillation
if only for a few more treasured moments
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound years.
Casting down from the mauve
And cloudless heights
The pale witch broods upon her dark
runes;
Chilled breath steaming mutterings
Of meddling spite,
Uttered under Luna risings
Of half waxen moons.
Repulsed from the presence
Of the holy alters sacred glow,
That cuts like a torch
Across Yules Feast of Lights,
She incants of harsh Boreas
To relent his fierce blowes:
Raising high her crystal towers
To breach the walls of stilled night.
Tis now, away from cheery hearths
And the warm fires they keep,
That warring frost tightens
Upon this hardened land;
Happily sated people
Turn in contented sleep;
Motionless vapours are crushed
In the grip of an iron clad hand.
For as the siege heightens
In relentless might
Heavens wheeling sentinels
Begin to slowly withdraw:
Retreating upon spiraling orbits
Fading from diminishing sight;
Ghostly armies embarking
For far frozen shores.
Loosen now the silver longships,
Afloat on tides of drawing moonlight,
For the Red Goddess slumbers
In deep canyons to the west;
Artumes armies sailing
Into grey dawns fleeting respite...
Awaken... Oh Glorious Aurora...
Scattering your foes -
Before Sunrises conquest!!
Amidst deep silence, colored black,
Souls escaped from pestilence's blight,
Death shan't find their hidden track,
In this realm of peace, they lurk.
Amor, once loved, now fast asleep,
Years passed, and her memory I keep,
A beauty, once famed, now covered in dust,
Vivid still, her colors in my heart.
Time's lake is deep, serene, and calm
Afloat like lilies, she rests with charm,
Peace and stillness surround her soul,
Serenity entangles them all.
The longing in my heart is amazed,
By her courage bold as a precipice,
While I mourn the days of my yearning,
Hers is years patiently waiting.
In the heart of silence, they reside,
Souls lay in peace side by side,
Amor's slumber, a timeless repose,
In stillness, her beauty forever glows.