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A covert curtain raiser pulls a string and marvels at an epic scene
Though parsimonious in essence the stage appears rather obscene
Black cross and pitch dark raven on bold charcoal sable tapestry
Ragged clairvoyant who twiddles cross bones by Caron's decree
The program had promised naked clarity and seductive treats
But now no bodies couple on the wooden floor in satin sheets
The truth however fresh from history's and other sad cohabitation
Sours moist appetites and threatens voyeuristic contemplation
A simple box white as true innocence depicts death's surrender
Rusty nails large as serrated daggers stick out of wood and tender
For anyone's guess as to who holds the moribund mortal keys
And for what the final will and wish decides to bequeath
Maybe the dramatist shows kindness after the transmission
Once champagne flutes held council in one last rendition
For when audiences in deck chairs recline on the Titanic
But the fool's vessel succumbs even when Satan is manic
Spectators wait on fleshy bums for anything to be told and relieve
The grandstand platform from misery far too mournful to conceive
But while the actors carry on with epilogues and future insanity
There is no second act and no dress rehearsal for humanity
10th April 2020
The jokes here about leaders show
How uniformed we truly are.
Some supernatural......sinless, poets
living up with the twinkling stars?
Are you kidding me??
What planet do you live on?
The great “unelected” white washed
masses?
I see many whose comments are to
humiliate any leader.
As if every Poet here is perfect?
Many, too happy to live off the
government money feeder.
A leader is not a circus clown.
Yes, some are dense, some cheaters.
The far left media has nothing better
to do..than cover their lies or read them
On the Tik Tok intellectual reader...barf!
I certainly don’t like dishonest ones.
It’s totally not my business how they look.
We better glance in our own moral mirror,
To see what we have done.
Because you and I are unelected is no
Sign of perfection.
You chose another path, with leaders like
......”Sylvia Plath.?”
Pointing fingers is childish-and giggling
at their looks?
Children do this in classrooms!
Instead of learning from books!
The unwashed, unelected, you and I,
are the bright Ones who elected them.
Get to work and throw the bums out!
Do not complain as you elected the ones
who brought many nations pain.
Think of the Ukraine! Denied a no fly zone?
Doing that? Killed more than Al Capone.
We are far from innocents, many recently
here, elected a fool!
It’s our job, to have no stolen elections, so
that sanity and freedom will rule.
All-leaders are not imperfect.
All the non elected are not either. Get it?
The rapists, murderers, complainers, do
nothing for any nation.
Elected does not mean evil, unless your
mind and soul are on a groovy, sunflower
vacation!
Best Wishes to All Nations
3-22-2022
Invasion of the Bums & Scarecrow-Soldiers & Pretty Ballerina’s
By David J Walker
What are you gonna be
I donno
Maybe a soldier or a bum again or a Martian
My sister wants to be a ballerina
But its way too cold for that
The most memorable year was when my mom turned me into
the tallest paper mâché octopus
Every seen
in a 3rd grade class.
The Halloween parade would begin at 10 on the school stage that hosted
the most ghosts & goblins
bums and ballerinas
and store-bought Cops & Cinderella’s
soldiers and white-as-a-sheet spooks with big cutout eyes
& bums with bones
black magically coming out of nowhere
After dinner & Its the Great Pumpkin Charley Brown
We are out terrorizing the town
Winter coats covering our prized costumes
Timidly
Begging for candy
Until our big brown bags could hold no more
Sorting
Chocolate with chocolate
Suckers with suckers
Candy bars of all kinds
Candy lips & candied apples
Candy cigarettes & Popcorn balls
The next morning
Moan/Groaning
But still
can’t wait for school to start &
The retelling of the last nights Halloween Haul &
Haunted adventure
Sitting in my car waiting for Cathie
My eyes darting to and fro
Shorter than short shorts wherever I look
My poor heart is beating so
Is this gonna continue year after year
Where will this madness end
Not soon I hope, this is heaven on earth
Lovin' it my very good friends
Do they know what havoc they is a-causing
Have run off the road more than once
When the real short shorts are in concert with
Two lovely wee bumps up front
Seems like an obsession of a sexual nature
It's just a normal male reaction
Promise I'm harmless, well most of the time
Till exposed to this innocent distraction
I can honestly say I've still got an eye
For girlies with those sweet wee bums
Just admire the beauty, not a dirty old man
Oh the female form, yum, yum!
Sitting in my car waiting for Cathie
My eyes darting to and fro...
© Jack Ellison 2013
Don't stop me now... I'm on a roll
The words are literally flying out of my brain
I can't type fast enough... need a secretary
Any offers? Payment will be in the form of hugs
Uh! No worries... everything will be proper
(Actually I can't promise that... but I'll give it my best shot!)
One thing I CAN promise though...
If those of the male persuasion apply and I hire one
Payment in the form of a hand shake
And will apply in lieu of a hug
But I'll accompany that with a wink and a smile!
There are side benefits for the ladies in addition to the hugs
The ladies will also receive a bouquet of red roses
At the end of this contract
And a pat on the bum... oops, scratch that!
Not their bums, silly!
Now that I've gained your confidence
That I will conduct this in a very business like manner (???)
I'll be accepting resumes at [email protected]
Offer expires January 30th 2015!
© Jack Ellison 2014
If you don’t play the big three
There’s no way
You should be seen
In the final of the WTC
That’s what’s been heard
Mean baggie greens
Have a word
Indians chagrin din
Simply absurd
Stokes bespoke blokes
Don’t give a monkeys
Run rates slate.. hate
Not WTC junkies
Ignore the pundits in their pulpits
Cryptic critics..cynics clinics
Ridicule the cruel schedule
South Africa aren’t the culprits
ICC flunkies & WTC just
About the big 3
Test cricket divinity
Could soon be
Just an affinity
For the trinity for infinity
Unless they spread some love
From above for every brother
Share the treasure chest
Care & invest in the rest
Actually play each other
Aussies bottom feeder media
Don’t give the Proteas
A feline in hades chance
But no day of the groundhog
This underdog is way greedier…needier
Kagiso Rabada the scheming leader
Of chock a block superstar larder
Stellar steaming speedster armada
Let’s hope the dumb beach bums
Are lampooned buffoons
Marooned by brill Saffa Jaffas
Festooned..spill just like Seville
The WTC may be slightly bonkers
But if South Africa can conquer
With stonker racy pacy conkers
They will be top of the tree
An up yours to
The endless tours
And friendless flaws
Taking the piss
Remiss avarice bliss
Of the big three
Modern Family
(A Christmas Story)
Little parasites wake up early
To tie me up in knots
They take my shoes that do not fit them
And my wallet too
Finished off my mini-bar and crashed the car
Emptied my bank account
Wished me Merry Christmas
I wish them my open fist when I get loose
They used my favorite twine to tie me up this time
Left the dishes in the sink to do them selves
The bums are having too much fun to do their chores
I cannot go to work with naked feet
How could they steal my shoes those little creeps
The one good bit of news is this
The credit cards have all expired
Being poor has some advantages
My parasites have names
Hooligans, wife and kids
My own personal crime syndicate
I call them friends and family
It was an island of piety
out of place in Port Adelaide’s
working class sea of pubs.
Off the main road,
St Mary’s was a refuge
for the Catholic faithful
and a few wino’s
pretending a prayer
for an hour of sheltered warmth.
Three masses on a Sunday
drew a dwindling crowd.
My grandmother,
dressed in her best
with the mandatory hat,
went to the 10.30.
It was a mass
for the elderly and the young
hung over
after a late night binge.
I cut my teeth there
on the grim chew
of its doctrine.
Back then latin rattled through
its wheezy lungs.
Old, dark, paint peeled,
it always seemed a breath away
from its last.
Creaking pews, polished
to a shine by a century
of sliding bums, would advertise
when you were late.
Stained glass windows
filtered sunlight
through a panorama of pain.
I was baptized by that wash
of joyless light.
Almost gone, St Mary’s
was resuscitated by Italians
keen to cage a stake.
Their statue of the Virgin Mary
poked a Mediterranean finger
into the collective Anglo eye.
Jewelry dripped, imposing
and ornate, she affronted
local tastes.
Statues were for background,
guardians of peripheral regions
placed to arrest
a wandering eye
and bring it back to God.
This Italian Virgin Mary
stood like a crowned colossus.
The old bishop’s ghost,
they say,
still wanders the church
shackled to his guilt.
Mary McKillop hovers
in his tormented head.
She's gone to God and sits
a newly minted saint.
The church grows smaller.
Lodged like a barnacle
on Port Adelaide’s rusted hull
it still hangs on.
The Italian Virgin Mary
now seems at home
and looks down
on rows of vacant pews.
Outside - shoppers pass in haste
to serve more fickle gods.
Money & Thoughts
By: Tom Wright
1998
Strange,
how money [or the lack of,
and appearances,
influence our thought patterns,
often affecting our actions towards others.
When the affluent dare to be different
they're referred to as Individualists,
or often called Eccentric,
with "a mind of their own".
When they help others
they're called Philanthropists,
and everyone seems to know!
When poor men dare to be different
They're often looked upon as Indigents,
Vagrants, "Rustic" or Bums,
"Without both oars in the water".
When they help others
They're considered stupid
and no one cares for
"It couldn't have amounted to much".
Thoughts about my great friend Wagon John
Dumbledee Dinosaur had birds on his knees
His long, Long, LONG neck would often spout green peas
His eyes would twirl and his ears would spin
He tried to smile all the time but his mouth was too thin
He loved the waters of Twee lakes and Twee oceans
But tangled his giant Dino feet with too much commotion
He waddled and bobbled in such a funny sight
That all the Twees and Twums from Tweedledee Dum
Would run, Run, RUN it was such a FRIGHT!!!
They flew up in the air without any care
They Tweedledee Twumed on their wee Twee little bums
Till Dumbledee Dinosaur caught them midair - with such laughter
To save the day for Twee and live happily ever after!