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It took time to remove
The stones that formed the arch
That’s the place above the gates
Under which their armies marched
But we remained very quite
Observing through the cracks
Drinking bottled wine
And nibbling on some snacks
They finally cleared a way
And opened the gates wide
Then laid their hands upon the ropes
To pull our ass inside
There were times, I felt cunning
And times I felt amused
That men of such intellect
Could fall for such a ruse
But, be it as it may
My concern is only this
To burst out of this ass
And take a good long p**s
I know what you’re thinking
And I’d like to keep it clean
But as you know how stories go
I have to paint the scene
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When they got us in the city
There was music in the air
The Trojan started dancing
Food and drink were everywhere
There were pigs biting apples
Above the flames formed in a pit
With every sort of creature
They could skewer upon a spit
Oh, and wine flowed from fountains
And confections by the score
The soldiers ate and drank
Till they couldn’t feast , no more
Their priest stopped by at midnight
To bless our parting gift
And I christened it myself
If you kinda catch my drift
It was early morning hours
When the last ones fell to sleep
So we opened up the hatch
And we began to creep
Down a rope, we slid slowly
To the ground we made our way
To the gates that we must open
At last I’ll have the day
To be continued..............
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
Once I begin, words arise and flow,
They won't cease, for that would be a crime, you know.
I won't sin, I've doubted enough on my own,
Look at me, say you love me, in the mirror, be shown.
Feel, live, love, embrace until you burst,
Explode like a bomb, upon my roof, a poetic outburst.
Snatch my soul, if it still resides within,
Oh, what a pity, a sorrow I feel, let the verses begin.
God, grant me patience, I'm losing my sense,
Let's pause, take a deep breath, recompense.
All okay? Did you comprehend my rhyme?
If you wish, I'll slow down, like a breeze in its prime.
Gentle wind, not a harsh, biting gust,
A breeze or a smile, in you, I trust.
Smile when you gaze upon me, eyes that don't lie,
But I beg, deceive me, let sweet lies amplify.
Not smart nor coherent, this choice I make,
But I prefer sweet lies, my ears they won't break.
Do you catch my drift, understand my plea?
It's an odd request, but indulge me, let it be.
Not wise or logical, this path that I take,
Seeking peace, avoiding harm for my own sake.
Already ruined, beyond your salvation,
A glimmer of hope, a faint revelation.
What a shame, no pity owed from me,
Rejoice, for I won't suffer, set me free.
I won't bother you anymore, this text finds its end,
A whisper, a shout, a sigh, to which air may not attend.
Ah, I regret wasting your precious time,
My talent lacking, a feeble rhyme.
But perhaps, it brings a bit of cheer,
A small gift to make you a tad more sincere.
Remember me through poetry
For poesy's my legacy
Poems for you I leave behind
Engage your heart, your soul and mind
Remember me, when the wind laughs
For there, I've left my autographs
When the zephyr tickles your cheek
Memories will flow, hear me speak
Remember me, when seasons shift
In recollections, catch my drift
When Summer turns to Winter pale
I'll be there in the stormy gale
Remember me, when music flows
A part of life in highs and lows
I am the unsung song you hear
That timid voice, now loud and clear
Remember me, when sunrays dance
Don't forget me, give me a glance
I'm the light in dappled shadows
The sparkle in sunlit meadows
Remember me, when the rain pours
In the drizzle, I am all yours
Catch me in reminiscences
I've crossed the murky distances
Remember me, when flowers bloom
When their aroma fills the room
I'm alive in each open bud
I'm the crimson rose's lifeblood
Remember me in silent nights
When darkness overcomes the lights
I'm the shine of the farthest star
The moonbeams prancing from afar
Remember me, forget me not
I am the story and the plot
In every twist of your old book
I am hidden, just take a look
In every word that you spell out
I'm the whisper, no need to shout
People will say, "Just leave her be"
But I tell you, "Remember me".
Now gather round this here campfire
y'all kind good folk
Sit down get and make yourselves
real comfy and toast a marshmallow
Because this is a Freestyle Hoedown
ain't it all of us here have come to see
and i am about to get this party started
So here's a little ditty im about to spit
if you follow my flow and catch my drift
please feel free to join in and sing along
Hey- Diddle - Dee
Slap a my thigh
Fiddle - Dee- Dee
I'm a simple country boy at heart
not 1 of them city slicker
Who enjoys the simple things and
pleasures of the outdoors life such as
My shack and outhouse I constructed
myself with my own bare hands that
provides me shelter when I am not out
roaming the plains
A cowboy hat tin of beans cup of coffee
whiskey bottle and thick warm blanket
to sleep under the star's at night
I live off the land and anything else I
need it can't provide all I have to do
is take a ride into town I can purchase
from the supplies store
And my mode of transportation I use to
get there is my trusty Mustang of the
four legged type 1 B.H.P under the
hood that comes with a saddle
not 1 of the modern day muscle car variety
You see I'll take my chances all day long
Dancing with these Wild Wolves rather
than the one's on Wall street
Because at least there was some form
of law and a Sheriff in Dodge
Whereas
Wall street is totally and utterly lawless
run by cowboys who have the Sheriff's
and the Judge on their payroll
Who will railroad you straight to jail
choose to throw away the key or
hang you
Music Score provided by
( Deliverance Banjo )
&
( A Fistful of Dollars More )
&
( The Bad & the Downright Ugly )
You can catch a ride
If you need a lift
Or catch the spirit
If you catch my drift
You might drift off course
If you catch a wave
You could catch a tiger
If you’re brave
You might catch your breath
The faster you run
You can catch some rays
If you’re in the sun
You’ll be caught off guard
If you lose your keys
If your very tired
You can catch some Zzzz’z
You can catch a movie
You can catch a bite
If you have to leave
You can catch a flight
If your plane is late
You might catch some grief
If you solve a crime
You might catch a thief
Just a catchy list
Should it be told
But never try
To catch a cold!
Made Clothes from burlap bags
and used burlap and old tires to
make sandels and flipflops
she shared a song about
the remedy her husband made
when she had a cold
said he put, sugar and a crushed
clove of garlic mixed with honey and brandy
to knock the germ out.
one day I was wearing my flipflops
decked out in my burlap clothes
had a the flu
and was drunk.
That dang punk wanted us to still
go out there and sing.
Hhe so cheep
he still used these ways
even after he sign with
Moif Music Company
and got that sign on fee.
We aint get knowthing out the deal.
Told me: wear the Burlap suit and
don't move around so much on stage
cause the price of thick thread
had gotten expensive!
That's
what he said ask FFuge. He had
that specail order Epoxy Gutar
that (@$!!#11) made for him
I can't mention his name cause
we weren''t entitled to
people outside of the Orchastra's
names due to Contractual
agreements. He can sing: ya'll know the man can
sing: but if the show
wasn't on and he
had to pay for it, he wasn't at all interested
in doing anything that would take
away from the budget. His management skills
seems unoorthodax;
cause the way he was raised:
but he can surely sing!
She’s sultry and she’s sexy
Sunday morning yet kind of wild
And if I get to I can tell you
I’d gladly throw in the towel
I can’t think of even one
Other thing I’d rather do
Fore my time on this earth ends
Before all my days are through
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
She’s got my want to overflowing
Can’t get a handle on myself
This rusty pails awaiting
These holes can’t fill themselves
Gonna take it nice and easy
Fill it clear up to the top
Once I get my fill I’ll need refilled
I ain’t ever gonna stop
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
Some men live for money
But you’re only rich if you find love
Am I half full or half empty
It’s all just because...
She’s my bucket list if you catch my drift
Every night and everyday
But rest assured she’s so much more
Than a one night roll in the hay
Upside down and all around
Gonna let her have it her way
Call it a bucket list or a dying wish
I can’t let her get away
On my bucket list there’s a dying wish
I’d love to fulfill....some day...
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Been said many many times
But I'm about as fond as I could be
Methinks I've proved it just fine
So don't need none of that absence stuff
Do you catch my drift as they say
I'll permit it for maybe an hour or so
But that's it and certainly not for a day
There's a very severe penalty you must pay
Should you exceed the allotted limit
A basic one hundred kisses and hugs
Plus another twenty-five more per minute
That might seem like a real hefty fine
But it's there to shown you how serious
It is to deprive this depraved old soul
He can wind up disoriented and delirious
Bottom line is, please handle with care
My kind doesn't come along often
Treat me well and I'll be yours for life
I'll make your heart melt and soften
© Jack Ellison 2013
Strange how it goes, they're waiting their turn
To flood my thoughts, these ideas to burn
Other times nothing, just rack my old brain
Get all pooped out, my attempts are in vain
Is there no place smack dab in the middle
Where rhymes reside and efforts are little
Why do we suffer a blankness at times
There must be a pill for starting these rhymes
Oh well, I'm really having the time of my life
Annoying struggles just add to the spice
We'd ALL be poets if these rhymes came easy
Wouldn't stand out with our words so breezy
Do you catch my drift, am I making any sense
Keep plugging away, don't be so damn tense
Rhymes will soon come, have ye no doubt
Flooding your brain, you'll stand up and shout
Lordy, I'm a poet just knew it all along
My heart doth sing a happiness thong!
© Jack Ellison 2013