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Dawn was grey,
He was sitting in a dark aisle,
Steel was cold,
His nerves were giving away their hold.
And then he heard,
A cry of delight,
He saw sunshine.
She was bright ,
Brighter than daylight,
Wrapped in pink and white.
She held his hand,
Moulding her fingers around,
And he promised,
"I will never let you be down in the mouth",
Time blazed,
Winds fluttered by,
Now she was eleven,
Sitting on swings high.
She have got little friends
And he thinks they are all errands,
They always make her cry.
So she came to him,
Blowing her nose,
"Why this world so unfair,
Why everyone's so cold".
"Hey young lady ,
This is what world is ,
Filled with happiness and miseries,
Still pristine as it is".
She cried and cried,
Ran around,
Huddled in a corner,
Till he reached out.
And then he slipped,
A book ,
Half ripped,
"People" its pronounced.
"It will guide you through the world
Show its colors
Rainbows
With black and whites".
He shined.
It traveled through the world with me,
Crossed many huddled maze,
I carry it with me,
In my memories haze.
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Tattle tale Tessie is on my last nerve.
She tells on everyone with vigor and verve.
Before they do much Tessie is whining away.
Wearing down my good mood by the end of each day.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah she whimpers and whines.
Stressing me out before I have had my snack or my wines.
This boy did that and thoses other two girls did this.
Grating my nerves, she a down-in-the-mouth miss.
Here she comes up the sidewalk to talk to me.
I am hiding in my house, hoping my car she won’t see.
She presses the buzzer for fifteen minutes, yelling “tee hee”.
I simply cannot abide one more day listening to Tattle Tale Tessie.
Two daughters they had – Happy and Sad.
They had other names, but this is what we neighbors noticed.
And it is what we called them.
Happy was always laughing, smiling, joking, playing.
She was upbeat, positive, excited about life.
She was a terrific guest. We all liked having her around.
Sad got dragged to our houses sometimes by her parents.
She was down in the mouth, and in the mind.
Everything was worst scenario, and she had a bunch of them.
When Sad arrived, the party began to implode.
You have heard of the term wet blanket?
This was more like bringing a crashing meteorite of gloom and doom.
Happy went to college, which means the family stopped going to parties.
We did not see much of them, but this meant seeing less of Sad.
Which was a good thing.
The night before Thanksgiving we were all ready to welcome Happy home.
She was late – several hours. Some of us wandered back home with our signs.
Happy had been killed after her car slid on black ice.
Sad was even more sad now, which I would have not thought possible.
Reindeer racks, huffing and chuffing - smokestacks
longing, like huskies, to run with shining
red sleigh. Commercials over, indicates
to Nick, in his hip black and red plaid, matching
fur-rimmed hat, pom-pom and whiskers, “Let’s go!”
Colorado Reinbeer to the rescue. The swagger
and lift of spirited gifts to neighbors.
Santa moves with the covid times, to cheer
up the down in the mouth, even the kids
with suds of their own - root or birch beer floats.
Sleigh bells and holiday harnesses play
in the steep mountain snow with “Ho! ho! ho!”
11/28/2020
Loosely based on a segment I saw on the news.
Deep breathing walkers
stretch across the blue grass of early day.
The park is a Florida basin under river roots.
A native cracker jammed down in a no-name Ford
listens to a country station that’s mega-nasal,
tin-star shaped and boozy.
Alligators break the dark circular water,
try again to feed on egrets,
as usual the birds are too strong to be plucked.
Later on, a guy with a big belly and low belt
will grandstand for the daily on-lookers
while throwing chickens at them.
This early I am just down in the mouth,
still surfacing.
Restless night and my legs got jailed
by lidless dreams. Now the back of my neck
tingles as old sweat refries itself.
I’m here taking the soft wet breeze
making out with a cold one inside a soda bottle
waiting for the man
who will show-up like a pond swimmer,
weed clinging to his billowing tactical shorts.
Only I and Frick and Frack over there
supposedly walking and talking
see that the park is all too clear-cut
and faking it.
When the ankle-deep mist rises,
it will be certain that we are waiting for some,
and another much cooler tomorrow.
Have you ever heard of Miss Lolly Palooza
Lolly's a sweet young thing
You'll never see her when the temperature's frigid
She emerges at the first sign of spring
Sometimes a robin will try getting here first
It's an age old friendly contest
To see who's gonna be the one to announce
Old man winter is finally at rest
Miss Lolly Palooza is the lady we wait for
With bated breath every year
Bringing us fields of lovely spring flowers
But she also brings rain I fear
With every drop of rain that comes down
A flower raises it's pretty head
Spring's not the time to be down in the mouth
We should all be happy instead
So Miss Lolly Palooza has returned once more
Welcome her with open arms
She can only stay for a very short while
Then disappears with her charms
© Jack Ellison 2013
Year Fifty Two
Oh what a glorious day it is
And happy birthday to you I say
Fifty two wonderful years for you
And many more you’ll have I pray
Don’t look so down in the mouth
And pout about getting so old
Be glad you’ve lasted this long I say
Many more stories you have to be told
There are so many you have that care
And these things you need to know
Why look at all the things you’ve done
And the love and kindness to all you show
There are the boys in your life of course
Sometimes they don’t show you enough
But just below their nonchalance
Is so much care and love and stuff
And then of course there is me
The me you just cannot do without
You know that I care and you care too
So just never worry or have any doubt
So happy, happy birthday!!
And say hello to fifty two
It is just another year you know
And it is a great time waiting for you!!
October 8th, 2015
Connie Moore
They keep telling me time is on my side.
But I'm not sure that time can stem the tide.
When things begin to go down south.
And life leaves you down in the mouth.
All I know is to run and hide.
And with the passing of the days.
Life can change so many ways.
And youth will go by in a blink.
Leaving no more time to think.
And there you stand left in a daze.
Love and money disappear spent without a care.
Then you wake up all alone with nobody there.
Flat broke busted, riding on the spare.
Not a dime to give away to appease dispair.
Time's not coming to someone that's not there.
Down on my knee's and begging please.
For God to blow a gentle breeze.
To take away all of the dust.
Of all the years I did not trust.
But still it's still up in the trees.
What can I say
It's not my best day
They come along once in a while
It's not a big deal
It's normal to feel
Overwhelmed and unable to smile
The stress' of life
With everyday strife
Can sure get you down in the mouth
Think of the good things
That make your heart sing
Like an extended vacation down south
It's always your call
You're in charge of it all
No excuses, no apologies, no jive talk
Grab hold of the reigns
And always remain
The person in charge round the clock
I may sound naive
But this thought I will leave
Feeling better getting things off my chest
Must thank all you guys
For support you provide
This P-Soup is the absolute best
© Jack Ellison 2013
Old sad pumpkin witch was down in the mouth.
Her feelings were bad, and they went even more south.
She had a red nose that was always ready to blow.
Her first reaction to everything was always “heck no!”
Old sad pumpkin witch was sharp like a quill.
She had a mean mouth, that feelings did kill.
We asked her to think of something nice and keen.
But she was always morose and depressed on Halloween.
She needed a friend – a cat, a rat, or even a bat.
Let’s get her something, said my neighbor, Matt.
So, we got her an opossum, a hyena and a skunk.
The best pets of all, they got her out of her funk.