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“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply, becomes a part of us.” — Helen Keller
On opening
my dusty box of memories,
I found a photo of my darling dog
whose name was Ollyver -
a tiny white Eskimo I had adopted
when he was one year old; I think he’d not been loved.
He cowered around men, and it
was only I he clung to with adoration.
Dear Ollyver
waited each night till I came home.
He’d jump into my arms. His love for me
was unconditional.
Sadly, I had to give him up ten years later.
I was promised he would not be killed. My heart ached
and I spilled many tears hearing
his mournful howl as I made myself walk away.
The Devil’s Footprints
9 February, 1855
The last snowfall was at midnight
and we found the hoof marks at six o’clock
the following morning.
They stretched on for over a hundred miles,
mostly in straight lines,
over houses, hayricks and rivers,
on snow-covered walls and rooftops,
leading up to and exiting drainpipes.
We set forth with pitchforks,
and my dogs cowered in the woods.
Surely they were the cloven hooves of the Devil!
Some neighbours had other theories:
shackles from the mooring ropes of a balloon,
badgers, rats, otters, cats, swans and mice,
kangaroos, escaped from a private zoo,
mass hysteria on various different animals’ prints,
hoaxers having a joke…
But no one ever found out for sure.
The snow mountains bowed heavily
As Morgan-Kara touched its base
The spirits silently circled
Waiting for him to call
People watched in reverence
As ancestors came forth
But dark clouds soon gathered
For the God of the Dead was livid
No touching the dead Morgan-Kara
Bellowed the mighty voice
But silently Morgan-Kara brought forth
The dead one by one
God of the Dead flew on raven wings
To let the High God know
To Morgan-Kara it was just another day
The High God trapped his soul
Sealed it in a glass bottle
People cowered in fear
Morgan-Kara retreated in a cave
He silently played his magic drum
And climbed with it to the heaven above
The great Shaman now turned into a wasp
Bit the High God on his head
Startled the God left the bottle
Which he carried back to earth
As Morgan-Kara emerged
People bowed in faith and cheer
For here was Morgan-Kara
Reborn again and again
Based on the legends of Lake Baikal, Siberia
gently, harshly, there and here
ripples in ponds, moistened air
like tears unchecked, drops and spills
the rain revered, clouds emptied
bolt-less doors swing, back and forth
windows alike, the cosmic force
litters, up-sped, into the sky
in whirls they float, and you know why
the streets flushed off with energy
dirt filled trenches overflowing,
deserted lands, tree felling winds
all life is kept, them caged or free
the hazy storm with no life flies
but roars and roams the bird-less skies
the homeless birds, caught in the cold
A cuddled pup who has a home
cowered livestock can stray and roam
playful Johnny looks on and groans
through the panes of his window washed
by every drop that fell or poured
gently, slowly, the clouds recede
and before soon the sun is seen
soon all the streets come back to life
trees greet the birds now in the skies
soft piercing rays, peep through the clouds
to search for life, and life it found
mild peace and calm, like cemeteries
the air so still, and so the trees
the friendly capes, the bathed lands
hold terrestrials, the kind of man
the birds released, even those free
to fly above, the land and sea.
high in the air, or stay enslaved
whichever still, the storm had fade.
SPRING SHOWERS
02/04/2013
Damn solar flares made me freak out
Swallowed my gum and made me choke
Up the proverbial creek without a paddle
Think I soiled my jockeys, no joke
Envisioned I was going to lose all my data
Doomsday was hanging over my head
My sweetie hid the crow bars and hammers
Feared I'd bash my head until dead
Turned out to be not quite that serious
Lost the Internet for just a couple of hours
Happened when I was having some fun
Curled up in the corner and cowered
But I'm okay now, thank you for asking
Though I'll probably never be quite the same
Now I back up every twenty-three seconds
Modern technology's a scary game
©Jack Ellison 2012
WAR AND CRIME
Stop stop hatred
Stop stop xenophobian attacks
Stop Tribalism
Stop Racism
From Seria Leon to Parlestine
From South Africa to America
Stop this unnecessary war
Stop human abuse
Stop gender abuse
When I'm asking that why are you fighting
Black peoples said white peoples
White people says its black peoples
Indian says its coloured
Coloured says its everyone
Why are you fighgting?
Why are you descriminating each other?
Let unite and fight for a crime
Let burry down the war and move forward
It not that I'm a cowered
I'm thinking about the kidz that doesn't know about war
We was'nt there
You and I wasn't even born
Think about it peoples
Let unite
Stop Tribal hatred
I ran with my dog down Mohican Lane
It was right after the end of the rain.
Moss grew on our old stone wall
I thought I heard an owl call.
The sun had set, but the sky was white
With a red edge still in sight
The air was clean and it was pure
I felt rich, though I was poor.
Azaleas bloomed, rhododendron too
Night gave them a tint of blue.
I thought I saw a coyote stalk
A deer bounded across, I slowed to a walk
My dog cowered, then got over fear
Everything felt new, everything was clear.
Streaks of fireflies, short lines of white
Crickets chirped, Mohican said good night
There's been a different white in the sky
Canadian forests burned, the ashes came by.
But there's the park on the hill that filters the air
Don't pick up your dog if you see a bear.
My brothers built a go-cart and zoomed down the hill
A wheel came off, and they took a spill
Also skateboarded, end up with a bruise
I look at that slope; not a sport I would choose.
When I come home from a bike ride, that hill is a test
It laughs in my face it says not yet can you rest.
But I turn into the driveway, panting like a pug
Pat my mutt, drag dirt on the rug.
Just another day on Mohican Lane
I hope we get another rain.
I surfed upon the seas of Time
As avidly as would a mermaid,
Ecstatic and confident
That I rule over the waves
As a mighty Goddess
Well anchored in my own principles
But I never expected these waves
To turn rogue
And to smash me down to the ocean floor
Broken,
Into millions of little pieces,
Having to wait for the mercy of little polyps,
As they slowly but steadily put me back in shape
My reconstruction took days, months, years even
And all this time,
The clock kept ticking
Laughing at me, while looking
At what had become of me
But meanwhile,
I learned how to feed my new body
With inner strength, with self love, self care,
And self respect and even with the ability
To depend upon none else other than myself,
Especially there where emotions pertained
So much that
When I rose to the surface
To surf upon the waves of Time once again,
They shuddered and cowered, awe struck,
At the new me!
Time can break, surely,
But it can also be the greatest healer,
Since,
Its magic plays itself in our inner selves,
And we have to be able to open our hearts and souls
To its subtle spells!
Eyes locked up in their sockets
Misery streaming in tears
As her lips folded in grief
Hands hanged on in his pockets
Pride burning his fears
As he cowered like thief
Cheat
Heartbreaker
Liar
And thief
She hated his guts
The way he looked at her
And yet say sweet things
He wanted her butt
The way he looks at her
Tells much of his lustings
Sick
Homewrecker
Pervert
Who sings
He wrote her a song
While they walked on along
Thru' the streets of the wrong
You do not belong
In the streets of the wrong
Please, don't feel you're among
Truth
Absolutely
True
No lies
I tried to tell her
That he's a killer
Nah, she's into the fella
Liars and thieves
Hide things in their sleeves
No wonder they grieve
Liar
Heartbreaker
Thief
Homewrecker
Darkness won't hide you
Caves won't gulp you
Life won't wait you
Love won't love you
Peace won't find you
In the breath of misery new
Form:
Up to Calvary Jesus went;
died and rose again for me.
Now that he lives forever,
I'm sure to live hereafter.
Thus, the day he smiled at me,
I thrilled, realizing I'm his.
So, when the killer cancer
barged in to cancel my life,
on his face, a victor's sneer,
I looked past his threatening,
and saw Jesus' face beaming;
a sign that death was lying.
I braced up by faith and stared
flush on his murderous face.
Cowered by the doomful glare,
he jiggled, fizzled, and fled.
I reeled with hearty laughter
at Satan's shameful slaughter.
In Christ lies the victory;
He's the answer to cancer.
© 2014