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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 ~
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The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around each and 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 fortune
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!
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
NEW YEARS
New Year’s Day
Beginning of a new year
The first day of a new chapter
The start of a new beginning
Although sometimes these things
Occur in December- minus the New Year
But for most New Years is special
And for others it is mediocre
This has been going on for over four thousand years
“You can chitchat with someone daily, and still,
It’s not as special as what you have when you
Sit quietly in front of someone special
We each have a chance to amend some wrongs
To hope for serenity and plant some trees while
The bees are dormant - not everyone has a special
Someone but still we have New Years
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
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!
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 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 !
Written: January 10, 2025
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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.
Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the edges excruciatingly,
Intergalactic highways scream,
echoing in their lavish friars.
Gandersalps gleam in the grim groggy gloom
graceful gliding gallant swarupincrafts majestically soar
whoop, wail, wassail wondrous rowan wood
cormulent chitchat flickers like flames
Elevate the mundane,
let foolishness dissolve into the ether,
In the charm of nostalgia, we find the replevy abyss,
Paraprosdokian twists lift us higher.
Triskaidekaphobia slumbers wrapped in jest.
Schadenfreude influences us as
katabatic whispers from the abyss fade away
callipygian figures emerge,
bringing moments of unexpected joy.
Vessels overflowing with dreams,
countehsee the orbs and clusters
while Guinevere gazes, sly and wise,
clipshank the past, whitebootz to come
Here as we meander in whimsical unfolding
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