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True love does not care
True love is a dragon sleeping deep within the realms of our souls
Hibernated until awakened by its other half
Once alive it is an uncontrollable beast on the hunt
It destroys any notion you have held of love before
True love is simple and uncomplicated
True love is a creator of lives
And a destroyer of worlds
True love does not care if you are in the middle of a life
It will wreck you with its single mindedness
Those who judge have never felt true love
Or were lucky enough to find their other half first
True love does not care about weddings and appearances or social mores
True love cares about proximity
True love is a consumer
It devours time with fantasies and dreams
It takes in years as quickly as a mortal second
True loves thirst cannot be quenched
Once you have drank from truest love's lips
nothing will ever again quell the hunger
True love does not care about feelings
True love does not care about the pain of others
Only stopping the aching from separation of its other half
Only a human being is ignorant enough to slap the gods in the face over their gift
Only an arrogant human would fight a feeling so strong
Are we noble for hiding our pain for the sake of others
Are we lucky to have found each other and known truest simplest happiness for the briefest of times.
Are we lucky because our paths crossed and we were able to experience each other
Were we lucky to have made a connection so deep that most will never understand
Or are those who have never experienced the excruciating pain and joy of true love luckiest
To lead a life of quiet happy contentment or know the taste of the person put here for you.
When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary
The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio
The Canadiana Folksingers... who?????
A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers
Included myself and my first wife Linda
Along with two guitar players and and a one-string bass
And I played the five-string banjo
Did we have a blast? Oh yah!
Made an album called “This Land Is Your Land”
And a 45 rpm single called, “Hi Jolly!”
Along with appearances on both
Of the only two Canadian TV Networks at the time
My memories of those days long ago fill me with pride and tears
We can't go back but we can dream
About when we were young
And the world was ours to explore!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many conventions in our language are up surd
The Clown of Clerihews, what a moniker Moe would say
I could probably write a lot of these everyday
The ballade though, not a form for a dummy
If I can convince ForDummies publishing, surely I'll make money
I'm butchering the king's English Curly would say
As a child I'd watch three stooges reruns everyday
Yes at that time Curly was my favorite of the three
A poem with nyuk, nyuk nyuk, is a sight to see
I'm not sure what Larry would add
Being the only of the original four from a different dad
A musician yes, a great violinist they say
Healy said he pay him $90 a week and extra $10 to throw that fiddle away
What about Shemp can't forget the other brother
Yes Shemp, Moe, and Curly had the same mother
In the latter years I've grown to like him as well
He was actually one of the original two, or so they tell
Joe Besser, hah, definitely the lame duck
Being Jewish, I'm sure the other three would call him a smuck
Some of his appearances I have to tolerate
I'm a fan of the other two with him, so I can't hate
One more for Stinky Davis, as he was called on Albert and Costello
A role he played, definitely not the role of a hero
They all said he wouldn't take a pie in the face
Did he not know the other 40 years of stooges history, what a disgrace
I purposely left Joe DeRita or Curly Joe
He had two stints with The Stooges I know
Was the one short film Snow White and
I have him below Joe Besser, that can't be grand
I guess ThePhilosopher, now lower shouldn't judge
In the 50's he didn't even live a nudge
I was born quiet a while later
Ok I admit it, of Joe I'm a hater
Even having fun in my hate of Joe Besser lol. He had a very extensive acting career, and there was a reason he was allowed to be there without taking pies in the face. He was actually acting out his own character that he developed over his comedy career, so that's kind of impressive. After posting had to add in Joe DeRita, or Curly Joe, lest you thought I forgot his important roles lol
in a perfect world,
we'd accept others
for who they truly are;
we'd be free
of unconscious bias
against those
who look differently than we do.
we sadly have a tendency
to judge other people
based on appearances;
what they wear.
it matters not
the way we choose
to present ourselves
to the world,
our inner beauty
is paramount;
eschew superficiality,
plumb the depth
of the human soul.
The Way We Look Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Date written: 01/10/2023
Hair looked wild, got to hide my tattoo,
Because today I have a job interview.
I wear a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and hat,
To hide my dragon-skull and vampire bat.
Went into Blackrock, the secretary smiled,
I wanted to spend time with her a while,
Then she saw the beer stains on my shirt,
Decided she didn't want to flirt.
Talked to human resources, the questions came fast,
Tried to prevent them learning of my past,
Didn't mention my prison time, lied about my résumé,
Then the fan blew off my hat — what a bad day!
(Chorus)
It’s a bad hair day,
But I’m showing up anyway,
Got to meet the test
Can't always look your best.
The interviewer said, “You don’t qualify,
You lack the skills, and you need not apply.”
Then I said, “I may lack skills, but I’m part Cherokee,
Surely you can meet some target of diversity?”
The interviewer explained with a satirical grin
that diversity was out, experience was in.
I walked outside, felt life wasn’t fair,
People gave a stare at my wild hair.
Then I saw a dog try to bite two men outside,
I’ve dealt with pit bulls before, a matter of pride,
I gave the dog a whack on the nose,
Found out I had saved two CEOs.
Now I’m on the board of BlackRock Inc.,
Even though I look like a missing link.
They don’t mind my hair’s a mess,
Einstein looked that way too, it can impress.
That Neanderthal look has its perks
It intimidates bureaucrats, usually works..
It also helps with leftist assassins on New York Streets
They can't believe you're a capitalist if your hair speaks.
You can't win if you don't play
So don't be sunk by a bad hair day.
John Doe
Buried 1913 (estimated age 35)
When Death opened its revolving door,
And pulled my screaming soul in,
I found out the truth.
So, here it is fellow citizens of Whittier town,
Both known and unknown,
From John Doe,
Stabbed to death one moonless night,
Over a poker game gone wrong,
That nameless rotting corpse
You found floating that long-ago day,
In the deep river by Pio Pico.
I found out
There is no ending.
The story never ceases to be.
Time and your soul continue on.
Here, where I am now,
On this side of the grave,
The book that you are reading,
Does not have a final page.
The song that you are hearing,
Does not stop playing.
The journey that you are taking,
Will never reach its ultimate destination.
If you throw a stone into the well,
It will never hit bottom.
I found out
This is the way of all striving flesh,
When your number is solemnly called…
…Timeless eternity……….
Permit me now to say a definitive goodbye,
On behalf of all these forlorn dead,
Who now lie reposed as bones and dust,
Interred snugly and deeply,
Very deeply,
Under these lapping walnut trees,
Here in old Mt. Olive Cemetery.
Does anyone remember us?
Remember our names and addresses?
Our appearances and voices?
Of course not.
Sleep everyone.
Sleep deeply
Very deeply, and dream
Of being remembered again.
.
it was odd
strange
kinda unlike what
you'd expect
they sat and ate
sushi, and dirty-rice
while listening to
polka
wearing blue jeans
and those pinkish purplish
elastic like vests.
they wore black cowboy boots
and these cool looking
native headdress's
they discussed management styles
and new and gifted prospects
they were offering their service
and expertise to those
who wished to be greater
those who lacked that
certain appeal
they humbled themselves
and sat their
eating and drinking
in this place
in the distant-boonie unreal.
to create a reputation
and have a lean trust
to make what had been complicated
easier with someone they
could trust.
Allying to have managerist
assitance
leaning on ever lasting arms
they tossed to new
begannings
one took up
a tuba and played a song.
they looked thru the window
it offered glances and curtained
appearances
only those on either side
knew what was going on.
don't let the jerk
in the netted shirt here you
he might have contact
with the media
we heard from our table
those swollen muscled up hippies
wore glasses to hide their face.
the bald headed freak begged the
other guy to be his manager or something
I wanna see how this plays out.
Monster storm abrewing
we better get home!
#COVERS BLOWN, INTENT KNOWN, ACTIONS SHOWN! THE LACK OF, IMPACT OF..."SEWN!" IRON-CLAD, NOT JUST A PHAZE OR FAD, MICRO-KNOTTED, MASTERFULLY PLOTTED, WON'T BE FORGOTTEN-
"THAT" TO BE EXACT...IS INFINITELY ROTTEN!
LIAR-LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE, WHAT YOU GOT AWAY WITH, AFFECTS TODAY (NO MYTH) COMPLETE FACTS!
YOUR TONGUE IS COAL BLACK...IT ILLUMINATES FROM BEHIND THE MICO CRACKS, SO MUCH FROM THAT...
AND YOUR WORDS ARE N O T PREFERRED,
AS OCCURRED, ALL TRUTH IS BLURRED...ALL SMOKE!
NOW THAT WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION HAS LEFT A
P E R M A N E N T OBSTRUCTION AND THAT BOULDER WILL NEVER LIFT, AS FOR THE RECIPIENT, TOO LATE.
IT WILL NEVER S H I F T!
PRETENDERS, NUMB BENDERS, IT'S HARD KEEPING UP APPEARANCES, DEEP ROOTED INTERFERENCES...
VERY CHALLENGING TO SHAKE THOSE EXPERIENCES; HAVING TO DEAL WITH FAR LESS, CONFESSED, REAL LOVE DELIVERANCES! THEREFORE, AT CORE, SOMETHING GETS BLANKETED...
THE WORLD WILL SEE AN ANTITHESIS PARTICIPATED, CLOSELY WATCHED AND RATED OR PERHAPS THEREFORE... OBLIVIOUSLY IGNORED, PAIN AND HAPPINESS REFRAIN, A BLACK HOLE...IN OTHER WORDS, (WHERE'S THE WHOLE)...
INEVITABLE REGRETTABLES, STORED.
WELL HONED MASQUERADERS, ULTIMATE TRUTH BETRAYERS, NOT ALWAYS SO EASY TO TELL, PRAYTELL....DEPENDS ON MOOD, DISPLAYERS, LIFE PARTICIPANT PLAYERS OF NEED/GREED AND SELFISH REAPING SEEDS, THROUGH DIRTY DEEDS AND CALCULATED IMPEDE. "WHAT A BREED!"
THEY WILL SCHEME TO REDEEM AT ALL COST;
IT DOESN'T MATTER OF WHAT OR WHOM GETS LOST...
IT BECOMES A PARADE OF DESTRUCTION, IF ALLOWED, A SOUL SUCTION...WITH NO REPAIR TO THAT SITE'S CONSTRUCTION. "THANK THE UNIVERSE FOR A *HEART AND MIND* {ALIGNED} {ASSIGNED} ABDUCTION!"
STORIES...DERIVED, DESCRIBED FROM THESE CATEGORIES. INSTANCES AND STANCES FROM THOSE LEADS TOOK CHANCES...
ON A LOVED ONE, A BELOVED ONE...
A ONE OF A KIND ONE! A.K.A. "RARE ONE".
NOW IT'S DONE. CAN'T BE UNDONE.
THE RACE AND PACE: WHERE'S THE PRIZE...?
SURPRISE! ! !
YOU LOSE FACE (GRACE) EVERYTHING...
NO WIN! THE END.
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} July 9th, 2023#
I met her for the first time nearly twelve years ago,
I never knew how much joy she would bring to me
There's one thing for sure that I just didn't know,
I'd fall in love with a woman that wears a goatee
I guess, when we both do come from different habitats...
Our looks and appearances can vary
And, for some reason she just doesn't like cats
I think, more than me, she loves my canary
Besides her goatee, her body is covered with hair
But that's fine, she just needs a shave
'specially under there, yeah...you know where
She never complains, an occasional rant or rave
One of those women, whose bite isn't as bad as her bark
And, she loves it when I take her to the doggy park
S-tars whirling through midnight black skies, whitely,
U-rged on by the Milky Way, twinkling quite brightly.
M-adcap moon in a romance dance over sapphire earth,
M-eaningful though mild, in the precincts of her birth!
E-arly morning lemon clouds sweep by tall mountaintops,
R-acing the redbirds, as emerald toads do froggy hops.
D-aily masquerade ball of a red sun's splash and dash,
A-nd the mysterious wind, giving vivid blooms whiplash!
N-ebulous green waves, undulate seductively into foam,
C-ameo appearances of butterflies, in acutely green homes.
E-ach noon intensely golden, each tango new, though olden!