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This morning I found Autumn
standing at the front door
carrying a suitcase made
entirely of leaves.
Not knocking.
Simply waiting,
as old friends do,
certain of welcome.
A leaf rested on the welcome mat,
its stem carefully aligned
like a calling card.
The visitor carried no fanfare of color, no whirlwind of leaves.
Instead,
there came the scent of apples
stored in darkness,
woodsmoke rising
from unseen chimneys,
and the faint chill of distant hills
already surrendering their green.
When I opened the door, Autumn smiled.
A breeze entered first.
Then a skein of geese
stitched itself across the morning sky.
The porch asters brightened.
An acorn appeared on the top step.
Somewhere beyond the yard,
a field released its last crickets.
By afternoon,
the visitor had settled quietly into the house.
I found traces everywhere:
a russet leaf beside the staircase,
a yellow feather on the windowsill,
a *maple key resting by the sugar bowl.
By evening,
shadows lengthened;
Autumn opened a suitcase
woven entirely of leaves.
From it spilled
the fragrance of September rain,
the gold of harvested fields,
the silver cry of migrating birds,
the first frost waiting
just beyond the horizon.
Last of all,
the season withdrew a small ledger
and began, carefully,
to account for the year~
not its triumphs,
not its failures,
only the moments worth keeping~
the rose that flowered longer than expected,
a friend's laughter carried across a garden,
the moon above the porch roof,
the ordinary mornings that proved,
without announcement,
to be precious.
Long after sunset,
Autumn remained beside the front door,
patiently gathering
the scattered leaves of memory
before winter arrived.
Christmas by Invitation
My dearest Emmanuel – God with us -
Answering your Christmas celebration invitation
Reserving stable Space Via this Prayer
Watching with a child’s delight
Your birth announcement rising up above the snow
Of star dusted mountaintops
As you hang your welcome wreath of fiery silver stars
Upon Heaven’s door
Like candles in eternity’s windows
Guiding this poor pilgrim to your jubilee through bowed mountains -
On a broad highway in a valley raised from exile -
Bringing only a gift of simple love in tallow tapers
Like a holly branch aflame not singed,
No longer with the pacing heart of longing
Across the exiled mystery
In anxious steps of prophecy
Warmed in the radiant light of comfort and peaceful mercy
Then nurtured at the feasting table
Of your sacred midnight silence
Where forgiveness gifts each guest
Through Heaven’s gracious door thrown open wide
To fill our stockings with new confections
Of praise and prayer, parables and psalms
Humming to yourself in chimes
Inside the living holy grail
Of love’s perfection -
Prince of Peace in ploughshares and in pruning hooks,
Wonderful Everlasting, Counselor -
Wreathing garlands of holy darkness
Fed upon the nectar of your sweet spice in nascent joy
My thanksgiving gushing in the dews of nativity
For eyes that see, strong limbs that run, ears that hear
And homeless hearts finding shelter -
Wonder in twinkling tinsels of gratitude
Awakened – rising up - in the first born cry of a baby boy
And closing this RSVP in joy filled anticipation of riding
On a wave of majestic magnetism of Christmas blessings
Flowing in days to come
When we climb your mountain in your great light.
11-28-20
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Contest: Christmas Poetry
—Receiving Before Language—
The roof retained it—
a weather-anointed dereliction,
its articulate wreckage
still ascending
through the firmamental grammar
of unanswering air.
The neighbourhood,
custodians of decipherable things,
declared it obsolete.
They trusted only
those frequencies
already domesticated by speech,
signals
that arrived
having survived interpretation.
Toward vesper,
the wind uncodiced
its invisible leaves,
and the antenna commenced
its liturgy
of immaculate static.
Not absence.
Ante-language.
The unconscripted province
from which utterance
would one day recruit
its alphabet.
Then,
without announcement,
the impossible
altered jurisdiction.
No transmission descended.
Instead,
there accumulated
every sentence
creation had declined
before consenting
to become pronounceable.
Primeval bereavement—
antecedent
to water's apprenticeship
as tears.
An inaugural horizon,
before distance
persuaded luminosity
to undertake pilgrimage.
The first appellation,
waiting
for a mortal object
equal
to inheriting it.
Above,
the constellations
did not illumine.
They precipitated
around attention itself,
as though every star
were merely
listening
after acquiring visibility.
Even darkness
remained provisional—
an erased manuscript
whose vanished text
continued
to illuminate the page.
Only then
did I perceive
that static
had never interrupted meaning.
Meaning
had interrupted static.
Reality
had first arrived
grammarless.
Language,
with impeccable intentions,
had reduced it
to comprehension.
Morning
ratified the customary horizon.
Someone,
glancing upward,
pronounced
its earthly verdict.
"Broken."
The syllables
approached the metal,
hesitated,
and returned
unadmitted.
The antenna remained,
its fracture
keeping vigil
at the frontier
where the cosmos
still rehearsed itself
before consenting
to become
the world.
Gold per ounce the weight of
the trophy
Sake denounced the intent of
The Songbird
Might love pronounce me in
announcement
Closer than my goals
to achievement
Inspiration inspire
to such elevations
To make envy those
who opposed me
Inspiration quiet my foes
Into shame
Might they stand in such
Awe of me
Inspiration make my way
Clear, unopposed I might
Sooth my way clear
Might I stand to thank
thee
Inspiration make me
Worship thee
The story
He seemed to gain, that he would spend in such for quality
Paired, both with the same purpose. Such inclusion to create
the greatest entity. The sounds of harmonic voices. Soothing
Melonic tones. Orchestrated perfections. Lyrics of collaborated tones!
Temperer de Adagio
Sweet bassy Grooves.
Platinum Panties
On the right song
Like a good woman
Something Really Special!
Toasting perfection a smooth
Coupled togetherness
Horns and strings and all sorts
Of Polite and Courteous thangs!
When the wood wins!
MONUMENTAL – Man, you is mental
DENTURES – A ding on your car
CATALOG – One cat per log
BALANCE – Throwing a ball
IMAGINATION – My image of a country
NOSTALGIA – Disease of the nose
ACCEPTANCE – Include your aunts
APPREHENSION – After Jim Henson
GROCETERIA – An ugly eating place
CONFIDENCE – Opposite of deep trust
BRAINSTORM – Very violent thoughts
RECOMMENDATION – Comment again
DOWNTOWN – Under the city
GIVEAWAY – Offer a solution
ENCOURAGE – To race to old age
ANNOUNCEMENT – A proper name for cement
BEWILDERED – Go wild wearing red
RESOURCEFUL – Filled with sour stuff
ENTERING – Stepping into the ring
HOLIDAY – A day for mistletoe
MAGNIFICENT – Enlarging a penny
REMINDING – Recalling a bell
THINKING – Skinny ruler of a land
APPETITE – Tiny apple
SUBMITTED – Ted eating a sub wearing mitts
Some are a bit of a stretch... think weird! LOL
© Jack Ellison 2015
Form:
Happy me!
Dressed up in new pink sheath dress,
embellished with white sparkles.
Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads.
Quickly walked out swaying my tress.
Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement
“Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement.
Oh hell!
I fell down from my porch escalier,
Down into the mire.
I just hurtled to avoid the huddle.
Remembering those happy days, together we crackle.
On a holiday, at Agra Fort.
With my friends, gushing and rushing on the ramp.
Hay scattered just like sand.
Uf! Suddenly what happened?
I slipped and slithered!
“Now what was that?”, I was out of my head.
“Dry elephant dung”, bursting with laughter, someone dispreads .
Entire herd weirdly cracked up!
It was my lucky day.
I just rode my bicycle all the way.
Proudly I declared, “Hey I can ride without any strain.”
And before I could finish, found myself in the drain.
Laughing out loudly, friends applauded once again.
Hey! This is how every story must begin!
My list goes on, but I think, now I should stop!
Else, laughing out loudly, your jaws will drop!
04/03/2019
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Your father’s words agree I’ve passed his test
Yes, I confess, I’m viewed as idiot
for bowing, but our future I’ve addressed -
Now, I have met and won my Capulet.
Ah, Juliet; my dear sweet Juliet.
Agreement’s done; and now I’ve come to claim
my prize. My love, you gain my princely name.
Countless the times I’ve come here nerves on edge.
Two tiring years, have passed. Your statuette
now speaking from the porch your solemn pledge
reminds the world – we kept the rule he set.
Ah Juliet; my dear sweet Juliet
Verona hears announcement of our vows -
I, Paris, take you dearest as my spouse.
Who’s this approaching porch on bended knee?
arriving late with horse and chariot.
It’s Romeo of Montague we see
but what he finds is just a silhouette
of Juliet; his long gone Juliet.
His kiss of death, imagination’s joke
I, Paris passed and gained the marriage yoke.
Incident At Owl Inn
A simple call placed to the authorities created panic
Police and Fire vehicles speeding, crashing into each other
Everything they could, in pursuit of the truth
Hysterical hectic red sirens spinning out of control to Owl Inn
Officers of the law drawing guns mercilessly in all directions
One young cop shot his foot in his fervor to kill anything in sight
The captain of the force, ugly breath, panting, takes the Inn in storm
Grabs the manager close and begins his rant
While fire department and police jump and gyrate uncontrollably about
Proprietor Pepper was glowing with concern about the crime
His dissertation was anything but calm or kind
Room 209 was the subject at hand of something odious and grand
A man called John was filthy guilty according to the manager
Who could not continue speaking at this time
But wrote a note about the incident while nearly collapsing
Captain trembled as he read the message, turning pale and gray
In his mind this was a crime of the highest magnitude
Of malfeasance, impropriety, to perpetrate such nasty deeds
The chambermaid was interrogated for hours
She confessed to seeing the man from 209 but once
She told detectives she had soap at home to wash her mind
And screamed at them to leave her be in peace to cry
Scientist, archaeologist and pharmacist were called in
To measure every square inch of room and surrounding Inn
Firemen chopped down the door of 209 to find the truth
The captain of police made his announcement to the gathering
The note of the proprietor was read aloud as follows
“The occupant of room 209 stole 2 small hotel soaps and escaped into the night.”
“We suspect he is from New Jersey.”
Everyone was shocked, confused, did not know what to think or do
What was the bigger crime; stealing hotel soap or being from New Jersey?
Years ago a marriage couldn’t
Join two different races.
Still some people hate
What that legality embraces.
Now today, the fight goes on
With gays who want to wed.
Those with hatred in their hearts
Protest these laws instead.
Why anybody cares what others do
Remains a mystery;
But loudmouths love to spew their wrath,
With precedents in history.
Today we’ve learned our president
Has made a risky move,
Endorsing same-sex marriage,
Which so many won’t approve.
I heartily applaud him
And I’m glad he took a stand.
Perhaps this huge announcement
Means that change is close at hand.
For those who argue natural law
Should not let gays unite,
They have to face that fact, to most
This is a human right.
A same-sex couple in your midst
Will not pose any threat;
And if you choose ignoring them,
They wouldn’t mind, I’d bet.
So kudos to Obama
For his brave and bold decision.
Equality is closer now
To what we can envision.
The ref jumped in the ring. and order everyone to clear. he called for the bell and signaled the back. We didn't know who the new champ would face. The crowd was wild, when the ring announcer made the announcement the crowd of 21,000 came to a complete hush! Not knowing who the contender was the announcer just said The Number one contender. A masked man came out unrecognized by anyone. the crowd remained quiet. The bout started and at 5;15 the masked guy used a running clothes line and fist-drop combo to pin the reigning Worlds Champion. They announced him as the Masked guy, We heard Bruiser say
"who are you?" "who are you, you s.o.b.).
In the back security surrounded the guy. The show went on and towards the end, the officials called the guy and Bruisers stable out to the ring. Both now former champions stood side by side along with there manager,"The Bruiser"
they let the New champ walk into the ring. The Masked man asked Bruiser for his services a moved that angered both former champs. They turned and walked out, but Bruiser agreed to offer his services as manager to the Masked Guy.
Thren suddenly the two former champs reentered the ring to take down the Masked Guy. They unmasked him, to a hushed crowded. "it's Salvio, it's Salvio he''s the guy under the mask!"