Long Cool it Poems
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I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep
I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane
Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier said than done
When your thoughts are so obscure
Rationality is to far gone
Stay awake with my relief
Is the action I shall do
My inner thought bare belief
Share them all with you
Anger resentment on oneself
Is a starter just for ten
Nice and calm me sat on the shelf
It's happening all too often
Guilt that burns within ones soul
Is hotter than volcano lava
Need to find the deepest hole
And cool it like a bottle of cava
Worthlessness is another one
But how can this be the case
For advice i give to everyone
But I can't keep up the pace
Failure is the biggest thing
It hits you like a rock
Needing help is so belittleing
You want to crawl into a sock
I could of said an obscenity
In that last verse of course
But this I say with sincerity
I will get back on my horse
These feelings now I've let out
Are because I'm so upset
So I write in form or shout
To be infront of the net
Glad to be on this mortal coil
Walk head high once again
Get sleep at night with no spoil
Black dog inflict no pain
Goodnight "sleepwell"
Every home should have a Jacuzzi
It's the only civilized way
To melt away your cares and troubles
Puts zing back into your day
Nothing else is really quite like it
As the jets open up your pores
It's such a happy invigorating feeling
Like the whole damn world is yours
Feeling like each of your body parts
Is singing and offering you praise
For waking up those happy feelings
Giving thanks for each new day
Now I won't get into 'two in a tub'
That's a totally different ballgame
Suddenly it's no more about cleanliness
Your focus sure ain't quite the same
A great subject for an X-rated poem
So watch for it down the road
Getting that anxious feeling already
Must cool it or my loins will explode!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Remeber that toast from yesterday morning honey? Yeah what about it. It tasted like cake what was it. I fried the leftover poundcake into french toast. Hazelnuts and coconuts and whipped cream. I was faboulous Darling where did you get the idea. The gy at Cafe Mongol told me it's what his wife does when there's lefteovers.Editing, and distribution process. Jargon: why are you saying this Honey? Oh nothing I left the sheet music on the table did you move it? Yes it's in the draw by the door. Thanks I found it. Did you know they rebanned the 12-stringed Yatga in Mongolia? No honey, I couldn't give a damn. It's a banned instrument why is one here. I guess I'm some sorta "MUSICAIL OUTLAW" I guess.The Glass Armonica will arrive at the auditrium tommorrow. We might have some troubles do to it's abilty to cause muscle spasms. Yeah Honey! Well I'm off I'll be back after my workout.." Might the threads unravel i will depend on your love for my concern"! Yeah I love you to Honey. Put a block of ice on it Cool it off that way. See you later.
Deserts stretching as far as the eyes can see
Lake beds and rivers
Once teaming with life lie dormant
Most dried with cracked mud
A lovely pattern of cracks
As intricate as any spider’s web
Hills which once were covered with trees
Plush and green
Full of life
All gone in fire and heat
Not even a blade of grass remains
Naked and barren
Their stone reaches for the sky
A sky of unending heat
With no breezes, no rain to cool it
It roasts all who looked for a single cloud
A cloud that never arrived
What has man wrought upon the world?
A world that a gracious God loaned to them
Green, plush and inviting to human kind
They did not realize what they did
Lives ended in the name of progress
Lands decimated to feed the living
Now, man is gone
The animals are gone
All that is left is a dead planet
Without a single blade of grass to start again
Was this God’s plan?
Or did man try to go beyond God’s plan?
A stupid fumbling child
Thinking that he was more than God
With that thought he destroyed a world
And with the world he destroyed himself
All in the name of progress
Form:
Shiny and white, it’s always awake.
It’s even got a seat for both of your cakes.
Calming and cool it holds such beauty.
It’s mans best friend when you’re feeling a bit tooty
It’s a cradle for your face if you’ve drank too much gin.
Just wipe off the seat before it touches your chin.
It’s also been known as quite the turd trapper.
This throne was invented by John C. Crapper.
To sit on this throne, you won’t need a crown.
Just jiggle the handle if it doesn’t flush down.
There is paper on a roll to help ease the pain.
An apple a day will help with the strain.
You can sit or stand if you need to tinkle
But do be responsible, in case you should sprinkle.
If you make a mess just wipe off the seat.
Your family will smile and think that you’re sweet.
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
A Strange heat is walking up the street with a heavy load upon its head and a yardstick to measure the dead, it’s walking in a straight line, staring at the glaciers melting from the hill filling the empty pockets with moisture and soaking the earth with water. A strange heat is moving around in the street and it is disrupting my heart beat and the pacemaker that is stuck inside gets my hearts rhythm to comply, and the leads connecting to my heart chamber are place methodically and the wires deliver electrical signal to keep my heart's rhythm in a fixed position. A strange heat is moving beneath my feet and the lining around the earth crust that is made of metamorphic and sedimentary rocks starts crumble and I could see way out in the deep, the tectonic plates began to shift but I quickly sealed it up with a touch of magic and the intensity around me was strong. A strange heat is following me around and you have got to get a whole of it before it destroys the town; it is dressed in a well- and it wears a felt hat everywhere it goes and sometimes it appears in the middle of the show. It climbs landscape, mountain seas and land and it can cover a short distance in seconds, and when the universe comes to town it covers itself in sheets and long gown; a strange heat is in the place and you have got to cool it down before it is too late.
When you love someone very much;
It burns in you like fire
You cannot seem to cool it down;
Delirious desire
State of mind-That is false,
Though tears may come a-flood…
It quickens as it thickens
Whilst blazing in your blood.
Flaring whilst it’s scorches;
devouring your soul
Meek and mild once you were
Now not in control.
Takes you in your dreaming,
Consciousness is done
Flaming for the gaming
No stopping ’til you’re one.
Heart-is skips a brand new beat
Combusting rhythmic joy
Try your best to cool it down
With a brand new ploy
Though love it takes you once again
With fever and a trance
Tempting you from the norm
To the lustful dance.
Quietly engulfing
Spiralling upward flow
Just to go around and round
For pleasure and such whoa.
I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two baby wrens took flight and left their parent's cozy nest!
Mr. and Mrs. Wren set up housekeeping in a birdhouse I had made.
They soon became the proud parents of a couple of eggs she laid!
I watched them flit to and fro as they filled the ever-empty maws,
Of their little darlings from grub carried in their over-flowing craws!
Once the kids had spread their wings to experience the thrill of flight,
Mother Wren would sit on the birdhouse porch to contemplate her plight!
She'd plaintively chirp as if to say, "You ingrates left sans saying goodbye!
You've left me and your Pa in this lonely nest to mope about and cry!"
It wasn't long until Mr. Wren was in a romantic mood with his spouse.
When he tried to nuzzle up to Mrs. Wren, she'd scurry inside the house,
As if to say, "No way, buster! I've had it! Cool it until next spring!
Perhaps when the cherry blossoms bloom again we'll have another fling!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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With a deep Growl!
a Corgi's disapproving eye,
a question mark tail arched in suspicion,
and four white capped feet poised
to leap off the porch into a dead run,
my old dog thinks he has still got it.
Bark! Bark! Bark!
You have been warned by "Outlaw"
not to come too close to the fence.
Despite his advanced years
the little guardian staring at you
will bare his old teeth at you.
Cool it "Outlaw"! Come here!
Come over by me little buddy
and sit your loyal soul down.
We may think we still got it
and we might just have it once,
but today let's just sit here a spell
and try to accept the fact that we are
just two old dogs sitting on the porch.