Long Boy Poems
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Please, piano boy, get out of my head
It's not that I don't want you there; it's just not worth the bloodshed
Because you deserve it all, and all I am is not enough
So I'm bleeding, trying to forget you instead
So please, piano boy, get out of my head
Please, piano boy, don't play that piano piece
It blurs my mind, seeps into my veins, each time you touch the keys
You see the world like I do; I can tell by how you play
The music finds its cadence, but my soul still craves release
So please, piano boy, don't play that piano piece
I could lie and say the music doesn't lead me back to you
That I never catch your name on my tongue out of the blue
That I can still live my life
And I promise you, I've tried
How hard can it be to make myself believe that's true?
Yet I can't even listen to Chopin anymore
Because every piece makes me think of you
And when I said I'd never been in love before
You entered my life right on cue
And in the silence, I still hear the melodies you've made
Lingering in the air, so sweet and clear
So, every time I think, my thoughts of you begin to fade
I try to forget, but they're all I can hear
In between the notes, you're all I can find
Now, I can't hear Chopin without you on my mind
Somehow, you find a way to come across in every etude
Stormy passion finds its way through
The same storm found in your gaze
And in each nocturne's theme, like in a sweet and tender dream
I find your smile in the scene
Floating amidst each phrase
Now, I can't help but listen to Chopin even more
To remind me of the moments I've spent with you
Now I can say I've finally been in love before
It's more beautiful and sweet than I ever knew
And in the silence, I can hear the melodies you've played
Like gentle raindrops falling on my ear
And I do all I can to make sure they never fade
Because, above all else, I long to keep you near
In between the notes, you were all I found
Now I listen to Chopin just to keep you around
Because I find you inside every sound
Please, piano boy, let me keep what I've found
A boy sits on house steps (cement arid)
removing the crust from his egg salad sandwich
sparrows snatch the broken morsels he throws at them
laced bonds like a companionship weave
a shield from solitude
He savours the egg salad his mother has left for him
comfort food like the joyous presto an
orchestra plays
His mother, swept aside by work from noon till six,
allows his independence in a latch key
that dangles from his neck
deserving of protection
a latch key that opens the fall out of misplaced pairing
for a child knowing everything doesn't always work out
A boy's resolve
that a crusty dollup of sadness isn't a full meal
that life spooled out by a plundered sense of normal
doesn't prevent a new dimension of self
that sometimes in the erasure of a full family
there's a moon walk to find one's footing
His calm blue gaze
picking up clues
establishing connections
a focus from his core
as a family of sparrows pecks at the crumbs
Poem composed: June 25, 2022
Received an NA July 24th/22
Here's the scary story bout
A daring boy named Seth
Riding his two wheel bicycle
He scared his Mom to death
Wore the necessary helmet
But didn't follow rules
Doing silly tricks and stuff
And acting like a fool!
One time not too long ago
On a sticky summer day
Showing off for friends of his
And much to their dismay
His bike went flying off the curb
And rolled into the street
Into the path of speeding vehicle
The car and bike did meet
Fortunately the boy named Seth
Jumped off before it hit
The bike ended up a pile of junk
The car bumper badly split
Seth had scrapes and bruises
On his unprotected body
He sure was mighty thankful
Cause he was being naughty
Now you know there'll be a moral
With most of these there's one
When riding your bike near traffic
It's alright to have some fun
But pay attention to safety rules
Never mind those tricky feats
You'll live a long and happy life
Not splattered all over the street!
© Jack Ellison 2013
One for the kiddies!
A boy named Leo, with hair of yellow sun,
Stood on a path when autumn had begun.
His jacket, blue as skies on a clear day,
Held a secret pocket, hidden away.
The air was crisp, the world a golden haze,
A perfect backdrop for these wondrous days.
His boots, well-worn and scuffed a dusty brown,
Had walked through fields and every part of town.
He reached a hand inside his coat, so deep,
And pulled a treasure from its magic sleep.
A vivid red ball, a perfect, bouncy sphere,
Then shiny pebbles, crystal-like and clear.
Next came a feather, from a bluebird's wing,
A silver key, a strange and ancient thing.
A tiny soldier, standing straight and tall,
He answered to a silent, unheard call.
A skipping stone, so smooth and grey and flat,
A yellow lollipop, how sweet was that.
A picture of a girl with a brilliant smile,
He gazed at it for quite a long, long while.
A seashell, listening to the ocean's sound,
Though miles of land were all that could be found.
And last of all, a leaf of maple bright,
A perfect star of red and golden light.
His pocket, empty, yet it gave and gave,
A magic trick, a wondrous, happy wave.
And Leo smiled, with pockets full of dreams,
On that beautiful day, or so it seems.
Can you see his steel blue eyes?
measuring you up for size
Gun placed low around his hips
A cigar hangs from his lips
He moves slow and yet he's fast
Those who challenged didn't last
Coffins lined up at the door
Now the losers are no more
You are young a little brash
He seeks honor you seek cash
In the end one will remain
Men choose paths that lead to pain
Young and quick you take your chance
Sadly it's your final dance
He shoots you right between the eyes
You're dead before you realize
From his eye a tear does fall
He doesn't look quite as tall
He just turns and walks away
Another Cowboy's lost today
Shadow's Cowboy Contest
You simply don't know what a boy will do;
This surely can't be a surprise to you.
Few things, less certain in this world, you know:
Going back and forth, all that to and fro.
You have to admit what I say is true.
It's like they blank their brains each day anew.
All you thought you'd taught them just up and flew.
When you look, you can't find them high or low.
You simply don't know…
What God had in mind, I don't have a clue;
Teaching you patience, probably in view.
Boys just have two speeds: too fast, real slow.
Just when you think you've got it figured, whoa!
It's a bafflement, I am telling you:
You simply don't know!
Playing way in grandmas pungent garden green,
Amidst sprays of scarlet marigolds and in between.
Just above me. Ah, far enough they come from.
Too high for me to reach and try to catch them.
Caterpillars turned into colorful butterflies,
Fluttering in graceful group in periwinkle skies.
My body holding me up guiding me aright,
Trying hard to catch; I hold very still in delight.
I stretch to play as they scatter and fly away.
Round, round, up, and down still with me they stay.
Oh, butterflies, can't be afraid. I mean you, no harm.
They flutter, come quite close, one lights on my arm.
It tickled as it's wings slowly goes up and down.
It didn't stay long; I didn't know if to smile or frown.
Butterflies, butterflies swarm; all different colors
Across the garden of marigolds with all the others.
10/2/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
A little boy and his older sister
Caught twenty ants and put them in a jar
Then filled the jar with water
And watched the poor ants drown.
The police came and got the boy and girl
And took them away in a blue and white car
They went on trial for their very lives
And the judge wore a big red frown.
"Did you drown twenty innocent ants?"
The judged asked little brother.
"My sister did it!"
"It wasn't me!"
They each one blamed the other.
As punishment for their horrible crime
They were both sealed in a great huge jar
Which was slowly filled with water
And they watched each other drown.
From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Child Care Poems and Stories.
You may know — she screamed a lot,
But you may not know that he was still holding her along.
They say, and they repeat,
Calling him the villain in stories incomplete.
Yes, he may seem inhuman and vile,
But not every man walks the same trial.
Remember — he is a person too,
Burying his dreams for the ones he holds true.
He walks under scorching mid-day rays,
He doesn’t cry — he survives every phase.
Yes, I’m writing about him, again and again,
Because behind his smile, hides silent pain.
The brother saving for his sister’s fate,
Missing home, but never showing it’s late.
He has promises to keep strong,
He can't be weak — he has to sail along.
Yes, he must sail through life’s stormy shore,
Even when the world shakes him to his core.
No applause. No mercy.
He is a family man — he must swim surely.
He can break, he can fail,
But like a mountain, he must prevail.
He cannot drift —
He must be the stone that bears the shift.
He is the pillar, the silent flame,
Carrying his home, without name or fame.
That’s why he’s quiet.
That’s why he smiles.
Because he’s not just any man…
He is a Family Man.
When I was a boy
My father said,
"My days may be few."
"But my will is strong."
"Grow up be a man."
"Make me proud."
"Make me glad."
That was when I was a lad.
Now there are no more days.
And I am sad.
My father is here with my soul
I hope you are proud
I hope you are glad.
I grew up still remembering his praise.
Now I don't understand my rage.
I never said I loved you...
That day has long gone by.
Now I cry with memories
Of the past that drain
Into a well vast.
I can't say good-bye,
But I know in my heart
You are glad.
In my heart you are proud.
Proud of your little lad.
IN MEMORIAM TO MY FATHER