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ABC of my life in art
Zealous is how I'll describe myself saying,
You never truly know your limits till you set them.
Xenial they'd say over the years I started poetry
Writing yet no one cares to read literature
Valid they are cause I only knew of it years back
Upon the discovery bore an interest that still grows
To new heights surpassing my own expectations
So much that at times I sit and wonder hard
Reeling back at the art ?? that all along lived in me
Quarantined in my very soul thats my inspiration
Pacified my the frustrations of life around me
Obtrude! That's what it felt like learning me and the art
Never thought that it would be my source of hope
My source of pride for with it offers uniqueness which is,
Longed for by all who have yet to discover the calmness in them
Knitted in the very fabric that holds them head high.
Joy runs down the very words I use to describe this poem for,
I immersed myself in them so that you journey with me
Home. For life is a journey and the destination is home
Great men once said "home is where the heart is"
For it's known the best journey takes you home and that's why
Everyday I write ??? and I write some more cause it's in me
Daring to take a chance cause when I do pause, it will
Cause an alarm that's why I write for many years to come
Believing that even when I'm gone they'll be other's like me who,
Always are trying to make smiles or even drawing it on all your faces
The PO£T
How does one describe true love
But a feeling deep down in your soul
Intangible, a mystery, a true enigma
We're all actors playing a role
It's why this world keeps turning round
Been repeated countless times
The truest passion we'll ever possess
The ultimate in feelings sublime
Imagine a world without this treasure
An armada of empty vessels
Floating along on a nothingness sea
Riding life's precarious trestle
My love and I are truly fortunate
To have found this illusive dream
An enigma that has long puzzled us all
Since man first came on the scene
© Jack Ellison 2015
I will sometimes be asked how it came about
that my children have one set of grandparents,
and I know just what you are thinking now,
but hear me out, an all of this will make sense.
I’m explaining this for one final time
to put all these blasted rumors to rest,
the odd position my family is in
did not come about due to incest!
It began when I, Armond Carruthers,
fell in love with a beautiful girl.
Her name is Denise, and she is my light
in this crazy and much-confused world.
See the two of us were high school sweethearts,
been together since our junior year,
managed to build something that could outlast
the blind passion of our teenage years.
But during our freshman year of college
we decided that we couldn’t wait,
maybe we were just a pair of young fools,
but we went ahead and set the date.
Now this is the point the story gets strange,
both of us were raised by one parent alone,
my father died in a car accident
when I was six, mom raised me on her own.
Denise’s mother was out of her life,
she cheated on her dad when Denise was four,
her father George did all the upbringing,
he gave her all of his hear and then more.
We were just nineteen when we got engaged,
her dad George was a fit forty-one,
my mother, Kristen, was just thirty-nine,
wanted to do something nice for her son.
She was us to focus on our studies,
and would gladly help plan the wedding,
that she and George would make things run smoothly,
we both thanked her, and let them do their thing.
They both must have seen something they liked,
though neither one of us realized it then,
they kept meeting up to ‘plan the wedding’
again...and again...and again…
All this time we just thought it was nice
that these future in-laws were getting along,
figured it would make holidays easy,
you can say we both read that one wrong.
Of course they did not tell us all this,
and the wedding was done in fine style,
neither realizing that for two months now
my mother knew that she was with child…
When three months later it became obvious,
both our parents sheepishly let us know,
to say we were stunned does not describe it,
but later to the courthouse we did go.
And as if this surprise wasn’t enough,
when my mind struggled to make some sense,
I received even more life-changing news,
my Denise was also now pregnant…
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
“Cuddles” is what I affectionately call her
This sweet little darling of mine
No other word can describe this beauty
She's a lovely, she's sweet, she's divine
She's here to grant me my every wish
Never asking for anything back
My life, my soul, my reason for living
Peace and contentment I don't lack
Betcha can't guess who this is about
A doggie or a kitten or a bunny
Guess correctly and you'll win the prize
Three kisses from me on next Sunday
“Cuddles” is an absolute real charmer
On this soul she doth lovingly dote
Guys lounging round in their Jockey shorts
Know it's “Cuddles” my TV remote!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Love is like a warm wooly hat
On a cold and blustery day
A raincoat shielding from a driving rain
A cup of cafe au lait
The morning sun spreading its joy
The warmth of a child's touch
A sleepy hello from the love of your life
Tender words that mean so much
Can you think of anything sweeter
Than the call of a whippoorwill
A protective lioness feeding her cubs
A meadow at midnight so still
Mere words at times fail to express
What's hidden deep in our hearts
Only with time honoured expressions
Are we able to describe it in part
There are so many words and phrases
But none so meaningful as this
A gentle touch, a warm tender smile
A long and passionate kiss
Love is like a warm wooly hat
On a cold and blustery day
A raincoat shielding us from a driving rain
A cup of cafe au lait
© Jack Ellison 2012
" This was first posted in 2024, but it does describe him well, its the reason I may not always seem normal. At that time it was NOT for a contest." The Poet
Conversation with my hubby:
"Dear what day is it?"
"It's Monday"
"What time is it ?"
"9.30pm"
"So is it Monday today or tomorrow?"
"Its Monday now. After midnight tonight it will be Tuesday."
"What time is it tomorrow?"
"Time hasn’t started tomorrow. We have nothing planned for tomorrow. Were you thinking we did?"
"No, the garbage goes out Monday but its not picked up til Tuesday"
"Yes but I already put it out on the street"
"That my job."
"I am glad you remembered that, but you haven’t done it for a long time."
"Well I will do it tomorrow."
"OK you can bring it in tomorrow. I always bring Tony’s in too. He is ill and Nancy doesn’t get home til after dark."
"Were is the key to their gate? "
"We don’t have a key to their gate."
"I need a key."
"When you bring their bin in tomorrow just leave it outside the gate if its locked. They don’t lock it usually on garbage days"
"I will go now and bring them in."
"No they haven’t been emptied yet."
"Today is Monday. There is no need for you to get them."
"Yes but its my job to take them out. I must get them in so I can take them out on Monday."
"Today is Monday. There is no need for you to get them."
"Yes but its my job to take them out. I must get them in so I can take them out on Monday."
"Ok, I don’t care. I am going to bed. Good night."
"Dear wake up, where are the pegs that hold the liner in place in the bins?"
"They are on the back patio, I took them off so that the liner will fall out when the garbage is collected."
"I need to put them back on. Its my job to take the pegs off."
"OK"
"Where are next doors pegs?"
"They don’t use a liner, they aren’t messy like us. I am going back to sleep."
20 minutes later…" Dear, wake up.. I need help."
"What do you need help with?"
"I need help picking up all the garbage off the pavement. Our bin tipped over. There is garbage every where."
"OK. I am coming."
Lord you laid down your life for me
I am not worthy to even kiss your feet
Dusty words used on repeat seem weak
Unopened letters from heavy heart bleeds
I am so full of sin and selfishness
How can I write you when I am
Lost in the darkness of my worldly ways
Like a bat I hang upside down
Blinded by your light but praising you Christ
For the calligraphy of your heart
Wrote liquid loving words of faith
Your sacrifice saved my soul my life
And I am grateful yet blind
As to what word I can find
Great enough to describe you
How can I pray when words get in the way
Can I dance you a note
Filled with the Holy Ghost
Can turquoise tears I shed
Be a poem my eyes write
Each time I sin is like
Nailing you again to the cross
What letters can hearts write
To heal your wombs
The elephant in the room
Without you all are doomed
Thank you for forgiveness
Thank you for knowing me
Better than I know myself
I throw myself at your feet
Asking you to read my heart
Excise Exercise 1.
Today is the Day she prints out her poems-
a careful first time collation of black and white,
and every color to be seen, in between.
Her Heart clings to words of lost love. And hope.
Which scores are true keepers of internal Self?
In your face front page realities?
Or surreal back page fantasies?
Lies and faith in truth flesh out
skeletal details of a Homeless Heart
living below life on bye-bye ways. And high hi ways.
Out in the open. Vulnerable. Exposed.
Free to go. Free to disappear.
Free to reappear in any frame of mind
between cover, uncover, and undercover.
Finally getting lost...
To be fully found out.
Aqua Marine Pen Umbra Poetry.
26 January, 2024.
I had been working on the concept of "Penumbra" Poetry for a while. Penumbra is a term used to describe the coulour that blends light and shadow to give dimension. Human behavior is often judged "black and white", without adding discernment to deepen understanding. I deeply value those who express deep discernment, fellow feeling, and an acknowledgment of uniqueness, expressed in the creative Poetic minds, old and new, who come here. Thank you to those who read my poems. It is enough to be "seen and heard."
With Faith, Hope, Love. (And the greatest of these is Love.)
Trigger warning ??????????
This was a pretty hard piece to compile, and definitely a personal piece to post but my hope is it may reach someone who needs it.
Withdrawals
The pain is indescribable, but with my words I can but try,
To describe the hell on earth that withdrawals will supply,
It covers every single miniscule molecule of every one of your bodies cells
From every hair follicle to each tip of every toe, your head rings like orchestral bells
You can't concentrate in fact you simply can't think as your skin begins crawling
You want to cry but your eyes cannot even weep, you cry out but no tears come falling,
While the sensation of an infestation begins to infest you under your skin,
Your every muscle has lost its strength and then the sickness and diarrhea begins,
Beads of sweat trickle down from your face,
Yet your bitterly cold, no matter how many layers the shivers continue to play chase
They penetrate right down to the bone and you cannot hide the inevitable shaking
Try as you might because of your body's unbearable aching,
It's like a baseball bat was used to literally batter you,
Nothing helps to sooth any of the pains your being subjected to
You find yourself contemplating things you'd never thought you'd do,
This poison is like the devil himself whispering in your ear he's cunning acting like a saviour
But it's evil plotting conspiring against you talking you into failure,
Just one hit and you'll feel so much better, don't suffer he repeats and replies,
While the people who love me my family are the angels shouting loudly rallying I hear there cries
And it's now a game of tennis my head is the tennis ball, back and forth you can't construe
You contemplate continuously, do I have the strength or the willpower to see this through,
Or will the devil on my shoulder finally conquer and prevail taking my soul back with him
Back to the depths of hell from which I came which was grim,
But failure would mean I would never be free of this addiction of this disease, of this affliction,
Therefore failure isn't even an actual option?
The weeks of hell you endure of withdrawals comes with the greatest reward you could ask for
Freedom, of the mind, the body and soul, withstand the biggest test of your life because for sure,
You've got so much more to live for!
No words can describe what you do to me
You inject in me some sort of venom-like sweetness
Mind and body erase
Making room for feeling and admiration
On my side of thought, you merely despise me
You leave me in melancholy wonder
Melting me like a candle, I become so low
And burn all the more!
Because this wax in me is lathered in your substance
Sometimes I wonder if you are made of venom at all
Sometimes I bring myself to believe. . .
That you are sweet. . .
And you want me to enjoy it
Why I suffer so profusely I cannot tell
Why I allow myself to believe
That I may love you
Only toughens my doubt of a shell
Perhaps I never loved you
Or perhaps I do more and more everyday
And the shell grows all the more fragile
I am low as can be in this room
This dreary, candlelit fantasy involving you
I age in a young body
Trapped in ancient pain
Wrapped in insipid, typical emotion
Bludgeoned with irrefutable doubt
Your very few words burn me
Melting me into nothing. . .
But when I am finally blown out
I have no choice but to harden
Sometimes I return tall
Other times I remain small
I wonder which one you prefer