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It seems, in truth, that I'm such a glutton,
For a pulsing, lighted or sliding button.
Christmas, for me? An arriving shipment,
Boxes packed full with musical equipment!
Nothing can compare with the digital glow,
Of rack-mounted processors, row-on-row.
Is there no surer proof of a world in order,
Than dancing lights on a multi-track recorder?
And how could you decorate a room any cuter,
Than guitars on the walls and a laptop computer?
Near-field monitors and microphones aplenty,
So, to whet the whistles of music cognoscenti.
Keyboards, amplifiers, drum machines, effects,
Mood lights to decide what track to add next.
Well, it may not sound like YOUR place to be,
But this shimmering scene is heaven to me!
And what's so fine about this electronic roost?
Well, it's a place where musical dreams ...
Are produced!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Meraki" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor. *
(I am and will always be, a musician/songwriter, first-and-foremost, and while performing is my second love, [and poetry a close third], there's nothing for me like the creative process - writing, recording, producing songs in the studio - laying down the tracks one-by-one, layering the instruments and voices, building and watching/hearing the song take shape, and mastering the final production - in control of every facet ... looking back at the incredible amount of time and work involved, and feeling proud of that musical piece of you that you can listen to and share with the world ... there is nothing like it, and the lights of the studio equipment are, for me, like a Christmas all my own, and the dancing pixies of a wonderland of sound and melody - my meraki, indeed!)
On a hazy day, in the mid of the jungle
through the dense rain forest, we trek;
Where astounding waterfalls spread smoke
and the various birds sing melodious jingles
Swaying lofty trees filter the sunlight,
cause the shadowy effect inside ;
They do sieve worldly sounds and impure air
and so the serene surreal ambience stays there
The recent rains flattened some tall trees
but equally granted the unique mushrooms;
Though the route is really tough and rough
the fragrance of the fresh rains embrace
Those lush green fungi on the rocks
do try too hard to block our walk;
Rustling the leaves, snakes move to bush,
discerning the scene, the poor rats ambush
Oops, these leaches suck my blood
and my shoes often stuck in the mud;
Our signposts are those largest footprints
of the giant elephants and trails of these tiny ants
Dreamlike journey it is, to meet imaginary animals;
Our target is to encounter those ethereal creatures
that we often hear and see in comics and animation films
but other than those animals we have seen so many things
Lion tailed macaque, Nilgiri tahr,
Great hornbill, Indian Giant squirrels
and the other colorful birds that are rare
look cuter than those unreal creatures
Trancelike travel inside the jungle
make us behold the real beauties;
Finally reached the plain grass land,
where the sun leers amid the blue screen.
The footsteps we trace, not just taken us to the plain
The tranquillity they offer, help us perceive the heaven
It's the great hike that raises our energy levels
It's the toughest trek that weakens our stress devil
May 26 2021
For the contest Writing prompt- dreamlike by Constance La France
Gobs of happiness, bundles of joy!
My sister turned out to be a boy
Mom said, “Welcome your little brother!”
She'd been promising me the other
You know! EEEUW... a baby sister!
Imagine if I had to kiss her!
Thanks to the stork way up high
If Mom had a girl, I'd probably die!
Sisters don't wrestle or play with guns
They play with dollies, have girlie fun
Glad the way things have turned out
Us guys are buds, there's really no doubt!
I know! I realize they're people too
In fact, some are cute, this is true
But if you're gonna give me my druthers
I would much prefer a baby brother!
The moral is, if you eat your veggies
Your Mom will be happy and never edgy
A contented Mom will usually bear fruit
With a baby boy who'll be cuter than cute!
These are the words of a real little boy
Who won't even try to hide his joy!
He comes right out, it's not a quiz
Boys are superior and that's how it is!
In jest...
The Village Halloween Parade*
Is famous through the land,
The costumes so creative
That they surely beat the band.
But I was sent some pictures
And some video as well
From a local school parade
Much cuter, far as I can tell.
The kindergarten students,
Dressed in various disguise,
Sang their hearts out in the schoolyard,
An adorable surprise.
They’d been practicing for weeks
And their performance a delight,
With choreography to mimic
Witch’s broom or vampire bite.
Of course, you’ve figured out by now
This was my grandson’s school,
Which, with him inside, will always
Be the best. (That’s Nana’s rule!)
*in New York City’s Greenwich Village
Little Zoom a very white mouse,
who lived in a humongous house,
single and without any spouse;
but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss.
Though he tried to learn how to waltz,
always needing some smelling salts,
his clumsiness was not his fault;
had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz.
One day he received a scooter,
with red wheels it looked like pewter,
on it there was no one cuter;
Waltzing scooter! waltzing scooter!
Now Zooms spins around the big house,
this scooter-waltzing little mouse,
to the enchanting strains of Strauss;
a waltzing mouse, a waltzing mouse.
A person uses about 57 sheets of toilet paper a day!
Holy crap! That sure is a lotta trees
There are 58 million dogs living in the U.S. they say
But NONE are cuter than our Annie, I believe
Men are struck by lightning more times than women
Our pointy heads act as a grounding device
The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'
Methinks flutterby was much nicer choice
Smelling green apples can help you lose weight
As long as your honker is working well
They say smelling bananas can also lose weight
But do it in private, people may think you're unwell
Slugs have 4 noses, nosey little buggars are they
A sneeze travels out at over 100 miles an hour
Imagine the big mess when these dirty slugs let go
Surely we'd need to take a shower
The elephant is one of the few mammals that can't jump
Imagine if the could, buildings would crumble
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
But he certainly has remained quite humble
Lipstick contains fish scales, holy cacka and eeeewww
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
You probably haven't heard of these very strange facts
You need to know them to help you survive
It's true, the electric chair was invented by a dentist
Now isn't that what we usually think
Sitting there while the dentist inflicts much pain
Wishing for death as I spit in his sink
© Jack Ellison 2015
Back in 1964 Harry and Larry
Just couldn't agree,
Who was cuter,
Mary or Dee.
At lunch was a fight,
Kids gathered 'round;
Didn't care it weren't right--
Fists a-flying, blows raining down.
In the end, Harry'd won,
Who'd thought Mary cute;
The fighters shook hands,
It'd all been a hoot!
2014 -- Same thing happened
In back of the school:
A fistfight broke out,
It seemed really cool.
Only this time it lasted
A mere minute or two,
When police sirens sounded:
Tires squealed, men in blue.
They broke up the fight,
Took the combatants to the station;
Jailed 'em for assault overnight,
Future-imperiling incarceration.
The school did its job too,
Expelling both without a hearing,
Prompting educators' cheering--
Teenaged booing and jeering.
In 1964 boys fought hard,
Then made up and shook hands
The authorities were quiet,
No reprimands.
Fifty years later, fighting's outlawed,
Boys have no chance:
Gone is romance,
Schools look askance.
Started out life as a child
Cuter than the average bear if I do say so myself
Grew up in a small town across the river from Montreal
My teenage years weren't all that happy
Had an inferiority complex for some strange reason
Started working in a bank right out of high school
But knew I wasn't cut out to be a banker
Met an old schoolmate one afternoon
Told me he was working as an apprentice in an art studio
And that surely sparked my interest
Always enjoyed doodling in my spare time
To make a long story short, I took the Famous Artists Course
A correspondence course through the mail
Two or three lessons into it
Along came the opportunity to be hired as an apprentice
In the art studio of a large engraving company
I jumped at the opportunity and the rest is history
My career as a graphic designer was launched
The more successful I became
The more my inferiority complex gradually disappeared
My success gave me the much needed self confidence
One that has successfully guided me through life
There you have it... my story, such as it is
Not the most inspiring but at least it was uniquely mine
I am no longer that insecure soul from many years ago
Which perhaps you've noticed!!!
Cat – Ugly - Pretty - Ugly
Ugly cat invades us in savage fashion to steal our dinner
We’ll have none of that and kicked it out in the beginning
But it keeps returning though, meowing, growling, and you know
We now have an ugly cat or it has us
Mean, vicious, suffers from malnutrition
Looks at us like we’re delicious
Cannibalistic tendencies
It only eats raw meat
Did I mention it’s malicious?
Looks like cat’s been run over by a bus
Super fussy fur ball of fluff and nasty stuff
Ugly kitty has no place in our existence
Lazy thing makes friends with mice
It hates the smell of cheese and us
And takes pride in being not so nice
Cat has no clue of truth and beauty
We don’t know just what to do
Can’t figure out its longitude and “attitude”
Kitty sits and wishes it was cuter
Good luck with that
It climbs on shelves, destroying things
Concentrates on plates and dishes
Climbing walls, tearing curtains
Leaves mirrors for last to break
To see how pretty he must be
Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline Mr. Ugly
Can’t get close or even figure out its sex
With scratching claws, biting attacks, and flaws
A feline fatality in the making for us all
The monstrosity lost its meow with us somehow
Only howls and growls without a cause
Allies won’t even take it back
It comes from a questionable lineage
Probably won’t reach old age
Deplete of social graces and education
Lacking looks will send it to an early grave
I would like to shoot it but fear it might shoot back
We’re superficial like that
And what type of person shoots the kitty cat?
I mean, in the back
Started out life as a child
Cuter than the average bear if I do say so myself
Grew up in a small town across the river from Montreal
My teenage years weren't all that happy
Had an inferiority complex for some strange reason
Started working in a bank right out of high school
But knew I wasn't cut out to be a banker
Met an old schoolmate one afternoon
Told me he got a job as an apprentice in an commercial art studio
And that surely peaked my interest
Always enjoyed doodling in my spare time
To make a long story short, I took the Famous Artists Course
A correspondence course through the mail
Two or three lessons into it
Along came the opportunity to be hired as an apprentice
In the art studio of a large engraving company
I jumped at the opportunity and the rest is history
My career as a graphic designer was launched
The more successful I became
The more my inferiority complex gradually disappeared
My success gave me the much needed self confidence
That one has to have to successfully get through life
There you have it... my story, such as it is
Not the most inspiring but at least it was uniquely mine
I am no longer that insecure soul from many years ago
© Jack Ellison 2014