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Tree to tree, the woods tries to hide him.
His growl and fur coat - neither slim.
His beacon ears hear all the gossip.
Before bares teeth, kindles kinship.
Apples, precious and spoiled, with hood.
She wants Gamma well, longs for baked food.
Eyes behind pines concoct a plan.
A two for one price for madman.
Stays a safe distance, reveals himself.
“I know you’ve seen me around, elf.”
“It’s lonely all alone in the woods.
Nice to chat, with someone in ‘hood”
“I mean you know harm, little girl,
I may be a beast but I’m no churl.”
Too comfortable and curious ~
this stranger’s nature, spurious.
She’ll recall those terrible teeth
as the wolf bares them out of his sheath.
She’d never love her Gamma less
with ingrown fur and her carelessness.
Someone else was watchful that day.
For he’d rear up, make some beastie pay.
Chased down the weary wolf, dressed in red.
The chastise of axeman splits bed.
The impossible happens with split.
Gamma and girl comes out of it.
How they managed to avoid wolf’s sword -
Be gulped instead, as belly roared!
Red’s grown now, has a bigger hood,
She has no stomach for beastie food.
Hides weapons in stockings. No fool
will chow down on her progeny pool.
12/30/2010
DREAMS
Many nuances – in the faces of my Children – come to me in the night.
In multi coloured – shaded shadows of dreams – they come to light.
They – in their histories journey – show me the way of free flight,
a flight into what this soul has already come to know,
so long ago - long before – on the screen – it came to show
where it is , we come from, where it is we are bound to go.
No Bite left in Life
These tired old eyes of mine - no longer have teeth.
They no longer chow down – from above or beneath,
all that youthful, younger eyes - full of that precious heat –
devour with such passion and agility, a mental feat
capable of, by souls and spirits filled with divine nourishment
while I, in a black hole, lost to the dark firmament,
live, within my hunger, starving in my blindness
for a taste of all the beauties and all the kindness
they so graciously and generously sent my way
while I , without ever attempting to repay
for more than has come, on wings, to me.
I think I now know ?, I think I now can see ?
B. J. “A ” 2
November 1st 2002
Some neighbors scatter birdseed
In the driveway every day,
Encouraging the squirrels
And the birds to come and stay.
I wonder what the reasons are
For setting out this feast,
Which may attract some critters
They don't want, to say the least.
For surely birds and squirrels
Have instinctive ways to find
Worms and acorns and some other foods
Their bellies wouldn't mind.
And I've never seen the owners
Come to watch their guests chow down,
So they're unaware the birds invite
Their friends from out of town.
Being kind to Nature's creatures
Is an empathetic trait
But a driveway open-house buffet
Is up for some debate.
Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you.
I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true.
I cannot tell you that it is never odd or even, but I can tell you that it’s midway, and blue.
Eve, Bob, Otto and Anna are ready to jump right in that kayak and stack cats if they have to.
Don’t pop your eyes at me, young lady. I do not care if we are at the civic center; I feel free
To do whatever I have to, to keep Evil Olive in check, and you also, my little bumble bee.
Who is looking for a nut for a jar of tuna? There is no lemon, no melon, and it’s 9:03.
The radar gun is in the van with Hannah, anyway it was at noon, so I thought that it still might be.
Someone is outside the civic center is yelling, “No garden, one dragon!” What does that mean anyway?
I brought this 6th grade level field trip with me to have an interesting, fun-filled, learning challenged day.
I don’t need some nut-bucket ruining it for me, on every level, this is totally wrong, and I don’t play!
The mirror rimis brushing against the tailgate of the bus we brought, but that is for the driver to say.
Now where in the Sam hill crazy town, is that blue nylon solokayak that was attached to the top of our bus?
I thought we could have one blasted solo-inspired field trip to the civic center without a bunch of fuss.
I realize it is noon, and people are hungry and crabby, and the blue kayak is a big fat muss.
But you have to realize that Eve, Bob, Otto, and Anna were the ones assigned to straighten this big tuss.
I always get the blame when things go wrong, as everyone blames the poor old mama.
The dad is just as much to blame, but there he goes, taking off on a fat llama.
I’m ready to pop my cork, and pitch a fit that would shock the Dad, so much.
Aha! Here he is, back to chow down his fabulous, hand-stacked pepperoni lunch.
Unconditional Love
I am home
hi sweetheart
what a beautiful girl
yes what a beautiful girl you are
and your tabby coat is so good-looking
yes rub against my leg
yes I know the more compliments
the merrier you are
such a good girl
stretch that body
so good to see ya
yeah being away from you is a drag
how were your cat naps good I am sure
oh Rosy another leg rub
what a sweetheart you are
let me get behind your ears
I love you too yes I do
okay okay you know the drill
I have to open your pouch of food
what did you say
oh of course tuna is your favorite
yes I got the bottled water
I know you are so right
the tap water has not been tasting good
okay sweetheart here you go
chow down enjoy
no wasting time there
now do not chow down too fast
not good for the digestion
yeah I know last time was a fur ball
I will sit on the floor
and watch you
such a pretty girl
take your time
Pat and Rosy's diner never closes
alright already I'll shut up
so you can eat in peace
then lick your paws in peace
*
I was telling John at work that
Rosy is the best companion
I could ever wish for
when Rosy and I are in bed
and she cuddles up to me
it is like I am one
with all that is good
in the world
John is a great guy
yes John is a cat person
he said he would love to meet you
I will take that yawn for a yes
your eyes are bright and beautiful
your weight is good
yes that is correct
next week we are
off to the vet for a routine visit
nothing to worry about
I told John how frisky you are
so much energy
yes I told him when you run
you are faster
then the speed of light
oh he laughed
he can not wait
to see you
run so fast
I told him
I am the luckiest gal
in the world
me and my Rosy
*
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Every planet in our solar system
Rotates in an anticlockwise direction
Except Venus which insists on being different
Always one has to be the exception
About 75 acres of pizzas are downed
In America every single day
Probably chow down about an acre myself
So I do my share wouldn't you say
Our eyes are always the same size from birth
However noses and ears get bigger
Imagine if our footsies also kept growing
Hard to do the Charleston I'd figure
The disgusting cockroach is the fastest animal
It covers about a meter a second
That's faster than me when I need to go badly
Running and holding my back end
They say only rabbits and parrots can see
Behind without turning their heads
But mothers also seem to have that ability
Try stealing some cookies before bed
A goldfish's memory is about 3 seconds
The same as me on a good day
That's excellent as far as most seniors go
Wish it was longer but what the hey
Iguanas can stay under water 28 minutes
Me too, but I'd miss all my friends
Sure hope they'd visit me one last time
Before off to the furnace I descend
All bubble gum contains a bit of rubber
For that bouncy bally effect
Makes you able to leap over tall buildings
But watch you don't break your neck
© Jack Ellison 2013
Let's go chow down.
Was he serious?
I could barely walk now.
Then I thought of the buffets.
All nine of them.
And the shrimp.
And the lobster.
I could go in my pajamas if I wanted.
So I rolled myself out of my teeny tiny not-so-great room
And I headed for Buffet number eight
So glad I had come on this cruise with my husband
Who was used to seeing me in my pajamas.
As we passed pajama-clad people in every corridor
I began to wish I had brought my zebra zip up suit.
It has no elastic around the waist whatsoever.
Cruises are all about eating.
If you know what you are doing.
And I do.
You're so handsome, the best-looking one
in town. More importantly, I've never known
anyone so loyal! You truly are man's--I mean
MY--best friend. Now, now! No neck nuzzling.
I have things to do. You're hungry? Okay, just
a healthy, crunchy snack for now. I'll grade a
few essays while you chow down.
Ohhh, OK, I'll share the porch swing with you.
A walk? Now? Well, all right. I want you to be
happy. We'll just take a brief--Whoa! Not so
blooming fast! I want to lead. Let's stay on the
sidewalk. May I lead--please? I'm supposed to
be walking YOU. Neighbors are pointing and
laughing-- except for Miss Daisy. No, not her
prize-winning flower bed! Last week, her paper;
this week, her flowers. Haven't we tested her
Christianity enough? Aw, come on. If she wants
fertilizer . . . Here she comes with a big stick!
YOU'RE ready to go back now?
Great! But first drag me to the clinic.
Oh, my rotator cuff!
January 18, 2016
Why do you have to be still?
Because that is when you hear from the Lord
Because that is when you know what to do
God doesn't come to you
when you are busy
He could
But He comes to you when you are most open
And are listening
Do you always know what to do?
You don't
And that is when you seek the Lord
You seek the Lord in times of trouble
You seek the Lord when time is fair
You seek the Lord now and every way
Does God come to you unannounced?
Yeah
Only when you are most receptive
when you don't have things on your mind
Only when you stop talking
And guessing
Only when you are in perfect still
Yeah that is when He comes in
That is when you get the answer
Happy chow down
I'm sure you've heard the term “artsy fartsy”
It can apply to a person or a thing
Most times expressed in a derogatory manner
Definitely has a “nose in the air” ring
In my lifetime career as a graphic designer
You'd think I'd be one of those guys
But nay nay I say I'm not that way inclined
My pinky doesn't point to the sky
Masculine as a male dude could possibly be
Mr. Jockstrap through and through
Chow down raw meat and stand up to pee
Most times leave the seat up too
It's certainly not a comment on social issues
Some of my friends are artsy fartsy
But most of the time my wee pinky stays put
Except when I'm stirring my tea
I'm sure you've heard the term “artsy fartsy”
Many times expressed with distain
Relax everybody it's not meant to be hurtful
Not everyone travels the same lane
© Jack Ellison 2013