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6/1/22
Been in a chokehold
This world can be so cold
Lucky if you can grow old
Often things shook up like a snow globe
Do you know what it's like to have no home?
On the population a government spies, they do or don't probe
Experienced firsthand, unable to document on a GoPro
What's up with the dodos
And all these bozos
For the protection of me and Toto
I'm packing a fo-fo
Always keeping an eye out for po-po
They put out another bolo
I often ride around solo
And pop a rolo
Since it's yolo
I can't settle for so-so
I need it all by the boatload
It's all not a joke yo
The last thing I need to do is drink and smoke mo
It's a no go
Cut the crap and quit it with the low blows
Unless you want me to slit your throat slow
Since I'm dangerous like Oso
I've got no fomo
it if any folks know
I'm falling for no hoe
For the longest time, it was just me and Jojo
From here to Kyoto
The proof is there not just in the form of photo
Did a wheelie
Always ed up for really
Sometimes off a pilly
Yo what's the dilly
Why've you been acting silly
Misunderstood they'll never feel me
Can't stop myself from overdoing it with what can kill me
I've got a f***ed up feeling, I'm the goat like Billy
But I've been in a ghillie
Hiding among the lilies
No matter if it's scorching or chilly
From here to way beyond Philly
It's way bigger than a Milli
People remain locked up or they're still free
In the end you won't or you will see
Limiting themselves from full potential they are guilty
In a world that continues to be beautiful yet filthy
It's difficult to maintain tranquility
Not always smooth and silky
In a galaxy they deemed as 'Milky'
For there to be success it had to be done skillfully
With brilliancy and agility
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters, and incredibly ourselves
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
Can't we all just play nice
© Jack Ellison 2014
Have you ever needed to go so bad
That your eyeballs start to cross
Your back teeth began to float around
You're memory's a total loss
It happens to us chappies quite a lot
It's the way we usually react
When downing a dozen cold ones
Too blitzed for making tracks
We put it off till we almost burst
Afraid to make sudden moves
But finally, we chance it and off we go
We're sure glad to get to the loo
Then back we go to drink some more
Eyes are no longer aligned
We end up at somebody else's table
With a different bunch of asinines
We keep on drinking a few more hours
Till we've all had a boatload too much
They kick us out about three A.M.
Babbling in what could have been Dutch!
Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.
A night with friends to enjoy a culinary sampling tour downtown
Time for a boatload of fun, and let our hair down
Our journey begins with our tour guide loading us into his van
A jolly fellow who is letting us know all the stops in our four-hour span
Samples from many countries we will get to taste
My guess is we will not let anything go to waste
First stop Italian for some authentic pizza and fine wine
Then it is British with its fish and chips and a pint of beer, mighty fine
Japanese is our next stop with its sushi and saki to wash it down
Finally France for some French onion soup and pastries, and some of the best wine to be found
Such a culinary delight, as well as a wonderful evening spent with friends
The told us to hate all people
who were born with real pale skin,
as if lacking pigmentation
was like an original sin.
Though these people had done nothing,
they cried out,”Look to the past!
These people killed and they had slaves,
So we must hate them all, and fast!”
But folks are individuals,
free to choose what’s right and wrong,
so how can they be hated for
actions done by people long gone?
Would you throw a man in prison
for something his grandfather did?
When did guilt become genetic,
to be saddled upon the kids?
And what color of human kind
didn't own slaves at one time?
Wouldn’t we have to hate them all
if we’re to think upon these lines?
And the worlds greatest murderers
were Ghengis Khan and Mao Ze-dong,
does that mean I should hate Asians,
and place the blame on every one?
Yet they all still keep saying it,
and to me it makes no sense,
not to mention it would cost me
a boatload of my best friends.
I won’t hold folks responsible
for what was done at a past date,
by people who are now long dead,
I will not be told who to hate.
Then they told us we should hate
all human beings who are male,
proclaimed that we all were toxic,
and everything we do would fail.
Somehow half of the human race
now was not supposed to exist,
unless we would neuter ourselves,
then they’d ‘allow’ us to persist.
But masculine and feminine
are older than humanity,
and to ignore evolution
is just blind stupidity…
I mean look at the great buildings built,
it was done mostly by men,
and soldiers who protect us all,
overwhelmingly male again.
If they’re a toxic threat to us,
then someone please answer why
those hated males will risk it all
and for their families will die?
Why, if they are horrible,
do some women try to transform
their bodies to male facsimiles,
if men are all to be scorned?
The same people who despise us
think that we all should jump for joy
when some mentally ill woman
tries to declares themself a boy.
I don’t think I will demonize
half of the bloody human race,
the masculine is quite sublime,
I will not be told who to hate....
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
His hair is blondish red; his eyes are blue.
He’s slim and trim, a quite athletic guy!
Cocksure is he and a boy through and through,
who simply thinking happy thoughts, can fly!
He’s full of fun and does things on a whim,
this fellow known through all of Never Land.
A boatload of adventure follows him.
Now don’t you think his life is rather grand?
He has a friend who goes by “Tinkerbell,”
a fairy that can fit upon his hand,
so loyal to him, he thinks that she is swell,
and also he’s the leader of a band. . . .
A band of boys, that is! This motley crew
he hangs out with until they grow too old!
There’s not too much their leader cannot do,
and far and wide his exploits have been told.
If I could be a boy, I’d take the name
of Peter Pan, a boy both free and bold,
enjoying adventure, fun, and fame,
and best of all, I never would grow old!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For the "Disney" contest by
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
In the whirlwind of this darkness,
crowded with dogs of war, sitting
on the wings of swords, sovereignty violated in the
glimmer of smart bombs,
I am Iran, your mother; I speak, hear, feel the abyss and roar of resistance.
The scarred ancient land, bleeding profusely,
Tehran, stripped in its tragic hour, lives on undeterred.
Somehow, somehow, their blood earning them their victory.
You know this country will never be conquered.
Great poets marvel at its epic heroism,
its harvest of lion hearts.
In Iran you see the ancestor of countless loyal sons, and daughters of fire,
fighting the impudent foe.
Glory forever to their fighting spirit.
A nation that stands to oppression must not lament
the loss of its children.
They know the test of history, of enemies
want them to perish, beaten, starving, and a slave.
They hear their predatory scream, tied to the vulture-claws of western barbarism,
with no qualm on war crimes, yet despairing over your will to resist.
You're a mystery, an enigma to them, a lump in their throat.
The pink fascist jackal
with dripping fangs hungers for your oil.
give generously a boatload of oil.
The hosts of Fars land have gone into battle with the new mongols,
swirl like a whirlwind
to throttle the rogue
who will not have your oil, only the
loud bang of your humiliation.
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters and incredibly...
OURSELVES
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE
Gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
CAN'T WE ALL JUST PLAY NICE?
12/29/20
"Snow Globe"
Respect the virtuoso
You don't or you know so
Life can be peligroso
People going loco
Humans addicted to chocolate aka cocoa
And the other kind of coco (cocaine)
On a high horse, acting like your the major-domo
Here I am, shaking a snow globe
I failed, I passed and I was so close
I excelled, backtracked and showed no growth
By being a bozo
It was or wasn't recorded on a Go-Pro
Life going up and down like a Pogo
Sometimes wearing Polo
Got my saber like Solo
Staying on the low low
No matter what, I don't need to 'E.T. phone home'
All these women so-so
Always posing for photos
Judging a book by the cover is proto
Days and nights yo-yo
Kept in the dark or receiving promo
She was doing the go-go
Others remained sad or were saying " Ho-Ho"
Unarmed or strapped with a fo-fo
Getting crumbs, a slice or the whole loaf
Obtaining zilch, some or it by the boatload
Close and far from po-po
You are so far from my sole hope
She told me her and I was a no-no
Because I was just a joe blow
Never once phased me, too worried about logos
Not ever going to spend time with me and Toto
Catch you on the flipside girl, since you treated me like a hobo
Will or won't happen near Point Lobos
Having nothing or something to do with Cronos
By the way, shout out to Quasimodo