Long Dee Poems
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We are going to miss you dearly
I already miss you, Grandma Dee
We are going to look forward to
Brighter days and skies of blue
One and only Grandma Dee -
What a delight you are to me
What a delight you have been
What a delight that we all see
Over and over again, again, again
We are going to miss you night and day
I already miss you when you passed away
We are going to treasure your stories so
You are a blessed breeze that is ablow
We are going to miss you tremendously
I already miss you so much, Grandma Dee
I’m very sad for our great loss and many more to come
We’ll just wait until we can see each other in the Kingdom
One and only Grandma Dee -
What a delight you are to me
What a delight you have been
What a delight that we all see
Over and over again, again, again
We’ll be together once more
As long as your wings of flight soar
Above the surface of darkness and lack of grand sunlight
You will shine bright with positivity with so much might!
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they lived in a tree
Way up high on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you want my opinion and very sage advice
Get the hell down I won't tell you twice
The Dee Denial
From start you doubted me
And thus rejected me
You thought perhaps I could not give
The things you sought of me.
You never let me try
To prove I would not lie
To make you, in the end, believe
Than that I’d rather die!
But still I worshipped you
And all things promised you
But nay, you feared I might deceive
From what friends told to you.
If only you’d believed
Your thoughts were ill-conceived
And now I’m left alone to grieve
A love not well-received.
I’ll love you from afar
Sing ‘que sera, sera’
I guess in time I’ll learn to live
Without that last ‘Hurrah!!!’
(The Fg 81.5.8.)
I know you think that you will never perish
while you bridge our bodies we go feverish
I watch you dance like a dancing dervish
cross skull bone of doom I wish you'd perish
and go away from us you slippery fish
Be still and know that I am not your kind
I have dreams that will not hold behind
You're a distraction to my peaceful mind
and you are driving me, out of my mind;
Take the flat curve in, pay your hefty debt
and let us live without your constant threat
Just leave and we'll be glad we never met
Diddly dee and didly daw your not welcome
for you march to the beat of a different drum
why dont' you do us a favor and die ...
I know you think that you will never perish
but sooner or later we will find our cure
then we can sleep soundly and live again
and you won't be our last refracted breath
now go away from here , cuz you ain't cool.
April 8, 2020
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013
They are gaining on us! Yelled a honeybee
Baby chicken hawk Dee smirked at his ride, Zee.
We will soon be drinking tea with Queen Vee.
You mean we are winning? Asked turtle Zee.
Of course we are! Dee said. Look at that bee.
One honey bee was shaking his fist at Turtle Zee.
Pink clouds ahead, and lighting, watch out! Yelled Dee.
The honeycomb went down first, along with a honey bee.
The other bee flew over and asked to join Dee and Zee.
Why not? They said. Surely Queen Vee will have extra tea.
A tiny bit of honeycomb landed with them in Normandy.
And they all ended up sipping Earl Gray with Queen Vee.
She was not yet five, chocolate brown eyes
Wide in curious observation but internally shielded
Lashes acting like bars keeping danger out, secrets in.
But one shared love of Barney and hands joined, defenses yielded.
Hungry for love like a starved, beaten pup
Afraid that the ones offering it would take it away
But loving her was easy like the silly tales she spun
And my heart swelled in pregnant pulchritude each day.
Being different isn't easy, it takes a special kind of strength
That boldly dares the bigot to take their strongest swings
She was stronger still, carrying barbs open wounds
But loving in the way humanity brings.
A woman now, and beautiful of face and heart and soul
I love her fiercely with all I have within
She is my daughter born of my heart, not born from in my loins
But the blessing is she's grown to be my friend.
Just thinking, of places and times
I had laid my heavy head
So far removed from silk sheets
And a warm comfortable bed
Just thinking, on dreams i had
In raging storms kaleidoscope like
Behind fluttering shut eyes with tears
Spearing through, grounding a paper kite
Just thinking, of expressions seen
From above or below distant and far
The colour of eyes, lost in that moment
Brewing the droop propped up on a bar
Just thinking, just thought remembered
Forgotten just slipped away from my head
Curtains now closing, lessening light
That time and thought we constantly dread.
She walked into kindergarten alone on the second day.
Blonde ponytails swinging, big smile, three freckles on her nose.
Miss Thee, our teacher, asked her name.
Merry Dee Singlewary.
Surprisingly, she was on Miss Thee’s list,
But no one remembered seeing an extra name the day before.
Where did you come from? Miss Thee asked.
Space, said Merry Dee, cheerful and assertive-like.
Two of us looked up.
“Outer space?” I asked.
She smiled. Her pony tails bounced up and down.
“Yes,” she said.
She was in kindergarten with us until winter break.
Her coloring was beautiful, in the lines. No scribbles.
She loved pink playdough, pushing it into extravagant villages.
She was a master manipulator of the sand table.
We followed her around like puppies. This is not your planet, Johnny told her.
We both laughed, and stuck our tongues out.
Friday December 18th there was a Christmas program.
Back in the 60’s we could use the word Christmas. Christmas. Christmas. Christmas. Christmas.
Merry Dee was Mary. I was a lost sheep, probably because I scribbled all over my paper and my desk.
Which ones are Merry Dee’s parents? I heard Miss X, our hawk-nosed principal, ask Miss Thee.
I have no idea, Miss Thee said. She always comes alone. I have never met them.
Merry Dee Singlewary hugged me so tight that night I thought my eyes would fall out of their sockets.
I hugged her back just as tight, and gave her a playful swat on her petootsie for good measure.
Back in the 60’s you could swat women on the bottom. Maureen O’Hara and John Wayne taught us that.
I watched Merry Dee walk away from that program alone, not realizing her parents were not there.
She was whistling and skipping, glad she was going to be whisked by space ship home to her own planet.
Moral of this story: Merry Dee, We, Miss Thee
I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree. Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves. I often wondered
where she got the hair. I had seven siblings in the beginning. Our home
was in a boreal forest in Northern Canada. I soon realized I liked the cold.
Of course, in the first days of my life I was helpless, mother and father fed
us. But, by eighteen days I had sprouted wings and was flapping them a lot.
I thought I was ready to fly but mother would push me back into the nest.
Mother's songs were so beautiful with trills and whistles, soon I was singing.
Sadly, I lost some of my siblings to predators, owls, hawks, even squirrels.
I am a Boreal Chickadee, a songbird, I am sure you have heard our songs.
I forage on confer branches, probe the bark. Our home is in trouble, it is
being cut down, and we are dramatically threatened. I am afraid of where
I will go. For now, I forage the boreal forest with a small flock of friends.
we sing sweet trilling songs
that drift through the trees for miles ...
as snow gently falls
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