Long Chitchat Poems
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The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around every chance you get
Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant
Or the cashier at the local supermarket
Or a helpful teller in your local bank
We must always try to brighten their day with humour
Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face
It really doesn't take much
Just a smile and utter a cheery, “How's your day?”
The reaction will be worth the small effort
In return, it will make YOUR day better too!
If more people would do this instead of grumbling
And complaining about this and that
Guess it's human nature, but rise above it
We're only on this earth for a very short while
So live, love, laugh and be happy...
It's contagious!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Poets, you've been expressing your opinions on politics
Some were very nasty, like oil and water, they don't mix
Some 'discussions' have gotten rude and very hostile
It's truthful facts vs. fictional lies, all spewed with bile
Can everyone stop bickering and put your theories aside
Believe what you will, but stop being sarcastic and snide
It doesn't make a difference what any of us choose to think
The world is out of order right now, completely out of sync
I'm annoyed by being told, "covid is just a hoax." It's real!
Go ask the families of those who have died, how they feel
Don't send me to videos with what you consider is proof
I'm capable of reaching my own conclusions. I'm not aloof
America isn't gone. We're much more resilient than that
Our Constitution wasn't written as words of silly chitchat
We've not been destroyed by acts of deplorable lunacy
We've no need of a funeral, so don't prepare a eulogy
Poems and blogs that cause tension, worries and woe
will not lead us to write better poetry, so just let it go
Please stop using your pen like a weapon; a baseball bat
to grand slam insults. Poets, we should not be in combat
"When we are young, we try so hard for everything to be perfect, and when it isn’t we hurt." Quote by poet
A green world vast and beautiful awaits.
Invitations sent out; oh, such a thrill.
Preparing for a party all so still,
Fun feeling, so perfect that life creates.
They dance to the tempo of the music.
The table dressed in lace, a vase of blue
And yellow daisies, green ribbon weave through.
They impatiently wait, the clock does tick.
Welcome guest trickled in full of laughter.
Small chitchat, singing, games they did partake.
Small candles flicker on the pink, white cake.
Party was done, out they followed after.
The sweetness of doing nothing is hard,
to take chitchat in your head and discard;
embracing doing nothing is divine,
oh, I love silence where nothing is heard !
Not an idleness but letting thoughts twine,
to lay in a cozy place and recline;
this is a good skill that can be bring peace,
oh, lay in quietness sweetly supine !
Perhaps a walk in nature is release,
we need this as life's worries just increase;
oh, why not watch the swans and ducks drifting,
and all your sad life scars will soon decrease !
Do this and all your cares will be lifting,
your outlook attitude will be shifting;
find the great value of your relaxed mind,
though, sad memories will be resisting !
Beyond speech
Before the words
Even leave your lips
Thinking about thinking
Looking at your thoughts
I see the building blocks
Of your breaking down
It's noisy sound image
An abstract tree growing concepts
In a forest needing life
* Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the tip of your tongue
After supper, when the words
Have left your mouth
All your childhood questions
Still unanswered
It's branches are torn apart
Your tree positioned
Without arches pays a fee
To this living organism
For it's inorganic accretions
*Simeon wages it's demise
Beyond the after thought
Your prose has brought about
There's no going back
Past the Temple's entrance
No chugalugging in reverse
Like dead dogs guarding
White noise on a mountain
Jubilations and alleluias are
Revelations so gloriously bright
They hurt the eyes
*Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the pandemonium
Of your chitchat usage
On the far right of a good way off
Your thirty tongues
Those serpentine monsters
Are tangled in green homilies
No more conversations needed
Not listening but watching
Your gold watch a-tick tock ticking
It's running against time all-embracing
*Simeon wages its demise
Unsanctioned quiet
Never looks back
Too much said
Is always too late.
There are many words for frost
This is the house your words built
You might have lost your tongue altogether
Like blind passion without a mission
Not even your homing pigeon can
Any longer hear you out.
*Simeon wages its demise
Magic really does exist! Who could ever doubt its power
after reading the tale of Merlin, locked in the castle tower?
As a smoky colored feline that the cruel king didn't like,
he was chased by the Royal wolfhound, the evil Spike!
Merlin meowed repeatedly, but no one had ever heard
until the night he was visited by a friendly little bluebird.
After fluttering tiny wings, she turned into a wee faerie
who smiled and introduced herself as Princess Kerrie.
She told Merlin she'd heard his sorrowful wailing cry
as she was flying in the forest, and was wondering why
he'd been locked inside the castle's isolated tower room,
so dark and dank, and what was it that caused his gloom.
Merlin was in awe of her and quite happy she'd appeared,
so, he told her of his dilemma and what it was he feared.
Kerrie pulled out a sparkling wand from behind her back.
"I'll give you magic powers," and she gave the wand a whack.
The tower door flew open, and Merlin began to yell,
thanking Princess Kerrie for casting her magical spell.
Just then Spike began to bark from the stairs far below
but Merlin felt no fear, and his eyes started to glow.
"He won't chase me anymore." said Merlin to the faerie.
"Now that I'm a magic cat, Spike doesn't seem so scary."
Kerrie replied, "Go get him. That's enough idle chitchat.
Be courageous, Merlin. Now you're ready for combat!"
All he had to remember to do was meow and loudly screech
and when Spike was close enough to be within his reach,
Merlin turned that dim-wit hound into a statue of stone,
unable ever again to chew on another meaty bone.
Merlin winked at Kerrie, bending before her in a grateful bow,
knowing he had another spell to cast, and he'd do it now.
He meowed and loudly screeched when the king tried to flee~
One more statue appeared in the tower and Merlin was free.
~ October 3, 2022 ~
Merlin the Magic Cat Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking without blinking
I wonder what they would think if they knew what I was thinking
I wish Rodin hadn't sculpted me wearing this scowl of a frown
I'd wink and smile back at them if I could put my right hand down
I've seen children hide their eyes when they realize I am nude
Rodin was the sculptor, so don't go blaming me. Don't be rude!
I don't mind being in the buff. Who needs to wear proper attire?
There's a lady who visits me on weekends, eyes filled with desire.
I was originally called 'The Poet.' Maybe you didn't know that.
But the museum guides never mention that in their chitchat
"And here, ladies and gentleman, the most famous Rodin of all.
Six and a half feet tall, having a place of honor in the gallery hall."
And if I'd been standing, my height would've reached twelve feet
My butt is really getting sore from seating on this pedestal seat
The gift shop sells replicas of me. I've been reduced to pint-size
and after one hundred, thirty-seven years, I've started to oxidize
Great. Here comes another tribe of school kids, all chewing gum
I guess they'll wad it up and giggle when they stick it on my bum.
So goes the inescapable days and nights of a sculpted work of art
I have the capability to feel because Rodin chiseled in me a heart
8/19/17
Close together, we chat.
Relatives, cousins - our mothers: the twins.
In the wind, ghosts;
we speculate.
We wonder while we
chitchat and munch.
Distant memories
of practical jokes, tokes;
days before she ran away;
& not questioning her
upon her return.
Sitting on my lavender bedspread;
laughing, listening; forlorn-ing.
Her i.d. tags, army surplus look,
blonde hair; my long locks, dark brunette.
In the Summer week,
we speculate on ghosts;
something we know nothing about.
We stood, took turns
standing over his coffin -
her brother joked
to relieve the tense.
All together, our gang;
our mother’s brother was twenty-five…
My cousin was fifty-two;
in the wind, ghosts,
I’ve surpassed
speculation, leans differently today,
knowing one day,
this world will fade,
as another comes into view.
Close together, we’ll chat,
as relatives speculate.
Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.
If it happens to be a cloud,
looking down a side of a mountain floating in the middle of the air;
or if it happens to be water,
bathing in the basin under the shade on a foot of mountain at times
and merge in the plain drifting through the valleys.
How do I do manage today? Because it is raining all day.
Should I visit a tavern and have a drink to get mellow?
Or become a tree frog(1) and cry my eyes out?
If neither of them are feasible,
walk in the rain to find my place to stay and when my feet are mired,
just stand there to become a totem pole and chitchat with the rain
by a roadside stream.
Why the wind howls today?
Is it because Jonah incurred God’s anger?
Or because Shimchung(2) has to throw herself in the raging water?
Oh well, since no one knows where the wind comes from,
why not blown myself in the wind become a Manjang(3) and
visit the netherworld where Hades reigns.
1. Korean folktale Chonggeguri. Story of a disobedient tree frog.
2. Korean fairytale Shimchung-Jon. Story of a filial daughter Shimchung.
3. A streamer made with a piece of silk, cotton, or hemp cloth on which funeral ode is written. This streamer is carried by a person who goes before the colorfully decorated bier to let the people know that dead person is coming as well as to express the mourning for the dead in Korean traditional funeral procession.
The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around every chance you get
Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant
Or the cashier at the local supermarket
Or a helpful teller in your local bank
We must always try to brighten their day with humour
Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face
It really doesn't take much
Just a smile and utter a cheery, “How's your day?”
The reaction will be worth the small effort
In return, it will make YOUR day better as well!
If more people would do this instead of grumbling
And complaining about this and that
Guess it's human nature, but rise above it
We're only on this earth for a very short while
So live, love, laugh and be happy...
It's contagious!