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with whispers she makes shadows all hold hands
the West wind turns it's back at her command.
With one cold glance the daisies lose their leaves
she holds nature in her thrall, she believes.
Making potions in a jar to made-up tunes,
telling fortunes using Lego bricks for runes.
Poppy says she's had the gift since she was ten,
Mum hopes she'll grow out of it, who knows when.
With crystals, string, a map and twigs for rods
she finds lost things, assisted by the Gods.
A hair grip that she wore when she was three
and a boiled sweet down the back of the settee.
Buoyed by this success, she moved out to the fields
to see what her divining skills could yield.
Dry leaves sighed with every step she made,
the rods directing Poppy through the glade
when a hand took hold her ankle from the ground
from something that did not want to be found.
Faded posters on the lamp posts now replaced
with another set that feature Poppy's face.
Two missing girls, the same town, in five years,
children play behind locked gates amidst their fears
'till father time puts all of this behind them, but
Lucy says she has a gift-
and she can find them.
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
In an old bus, patience thinned by
midnight
As bitterness drifted long, feeling bleak
Wiping hours with restless air in
dark light
Not a robin cooed through skyline's
mystique
Finding unrest from a breeze in dull
shade
Where time slept with eyes open, a pale
flow,
A peasant beside me smiled like
glittered jade
Changing my face with some kind of
halo.
His ruffled hair touched my skin.
without words
And I felt silence soothing my
complaint;
Reaching out to offer him bread I
stored;
He said, "life's a pit if that's how it's named."
That moment pierced my gall, a quitter I
was--
Buoyed; epiphany changed my
senseless flaws.
The world needs a little good news everyday
Just look on the bright side it's better that way
Kick up your heels and say howdy my friends
Just smile at a stranger your woes you'll transcend
On the verge of disaster show them there's hope
To look at this world through a much larger scope
It may be contagious you'll start a new trend
Who knows it might happen you'll make a new friend
I know that the cynics will laugh and they'll scoff
To think that us humans past sins we can doff
We've got to start somewhere so why not right now
The world will stop fighting and wars disavow
Just call me a dreamer I welcome that name
Don't need any medals no fortune or fame
The best compensation a world filled with joy
Where everyone's happy and spirits are buoyed
We can't let our efforts just end up in vain
We must see a world where happiness reigns
It's crucial for us to succeed in this quest
Else mankind will perish my case I do rest
Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
As bright dots in the blazing light,
Birds are seen on their return flight
Eager to be back in their nests to alight
Down they descend before the fall of night
Shining in the glimmering twilight
The Earth and the sky look a lovely sight
Raining down showers of delight
Our souls are buoyed up to a magic height
As God dips his brush in colours dazzling
Every sunset becomes a beautiful painting
This magic spectacle, we stand watching
Till the last streak of light begins waning!
Placed First
A strand(1067) Poetry Contest
Two decades have gone by
Wisps of smoke traces
Indicate fallen graces
Lower mind decries
We feel no contraction
Upon proof of betrayal
Misdeeds inconsequential
Heart outpours compassion
Space centred agendas void
Pernicious acts innocuous
Bliss renewal continuous
Thus with love buoyed
Heart murmurs prayer
That the fallen soon rise
Light of clear truth recognise
In vibrancy of Gods love recover
In time all souls align with love
Shed off all narrow craving
Reclaim love scintillating
Blessings from above
Thus our eye is softer
Many cannot stand erect
We too are far from perfect
Gods assistance makes us kinder
20-January-2021
The sun mounts over crumpled roofs and streets,
Beats from machetes and trombones disconcerts the air,
Brides and husbands-to-be bosa nova where joy and gossip meet.
Little ones run run past stalls,their joy sharp as knives,
Grandmas share gossip,drinking Joko Tea in chirped mugs.
While dear uncles sway,remembering old wasted lives
Smog billows from grills where meat roasts and fry,
Fires burn,mixing ululations and cheer,
Even the emaciated township dog pauses,ears to the sky.
Hubands-to-be jive,hats tilted,praising feats of might;
Ladies-in waiting in skirts that sparkle under sun.
Every furtive glance a nod and a story of delight.
As night comes,lanterns flicker in houses and alleys;
Music is tender,hearts stay buoyed and awake-
In hoboland love and joy endure amidst the pain.
I stood, as if buoyed up, atop a crag,
unchanged (yet somehow changed), not knowing why
my mountain-climbing friends could so much lag,
for I was where the pinnacle met sky,
but they were gone completely from my view,
and in the recess, then it dawned on me
my situation strangely was askew!
My vision was an eagle's. I could see
the roads along the shore where we had docked
before we'd started up each wrinkled slope.
Then further on, my mates, all sobbing, gawked
at someone motionless who lay with rope
in lifeless clutch. I felt no wrath, but peace
engulf me; I embraced my soul's release.
9/26/2014
An N/A poem for Screwed X Poetry Contest of Rob Carmack
Tomorrow waits beneath the hush of dawn's first flush.
It listens for the promise of a guiding hand.
To cleanse the taint of all those yesterdays panned.
Hope strikes a match that burns away the remnants of regret.
A flare of faith that last night's darkness has extinguished.
Knowing that the sun will rise afresh tomorrow as well,
In the cycle of timely rebirth that comes every day.
I fear no wrong, knowing I learn from my mistakes,
that I can submerge and lock away, beneath the covers of night.
As I sail forth, buoyed and excited, by what could go right.
"Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow
is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
The world needs a little
Good news everyday
Just look on the bright side
It's better that way
Kick up your heels
Say howdy my friends
Just smile at a stranger
Your woes you'll transcend
On the verge of disaster
Show them there's hope
To look at this world
Through a much larger scope
It may be contagious
You'll start a new trend
Who knows it might happen
You'll make a new friend
I know that the cynics
Will laugh and they'll scoff
To think that us humans
Past sins we can doff
We've got to start somewhere
So why not right now
The world will stop fighting
And wars disavow
Just call me a dreamer
I welcome that name
Don't need any medals
No fortune or fame
The best compensation
A world filled with joy
Where everyone's happy
And spirits are buoyed
We can't let our efforts
Just end up in vain
We must see a world
Where happiness reigns
It's crucial for us
To succeed in this quest
Else mankind will perish
My case I do rest
© Jack Ellison 2014