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Toward Material Trappings
Gold and silver upholds
true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
lit alter of Midas,
treasured as current sea
Countless denominations
cashiered legal tender to grant
Rich Midas, who straddles
diamond compound,
billed as sacred Kant
Tickles with dollar signs
motley foolish crue scrambling
towards drawbridge gate
Pedestrians malingering
hungry thirst
for wealth of nations to satiate
Inexorable appetite
for wanton money to amass
Fuels reverence
all that glitters even brass
Whence madding crowd
behaviour cruel and crass
Deplorable if perceived
from one-way looking glass
Fool hardiness to revere
what beast called money,
lucre, and green back
Can buy - sweeping across
World Wide Web
scarring globe on fast track
Toward accumulating
high excess lavish life harried style
parade with pomp
and swiftly tailored circumstances while
Ninety nine percent
of less wealthy live hand to mouth
Envying those billeted
behind sealed mansions
east, west, north and south
Except this dollar less chap,
who could not give a rat’s tush
For ka-ching melodic sound
twenty four seven that does swoosh
In burlap sack clothes
and bank accounts preferring
to slog and push
Along boulevard of broken dreams
that resembles nothing but mush
Yet preference prevails
foregoing attachment
to government sanctioned loot
Freeing mind and body trying
to cherish voluntary simplicity,
which does suit
This quest for knowledge seeking writer,
who disparages
tooting his own horn
Nor imposing personal philosophy
that gives reason exuberantly to exhale
Versus vacuity and purposelessness
sans, blind faith toward Holy Grail
Goading most people to persevere
for millions of bucks over hill and dale
Despite owning next to nothing,
yet detaching psychological
bond that doth choke
Ability to experience unfettered psyche
likened to oxen iron bound yoke!
Do you stand out or do you just blend in
What is the name of your game?
Do you exude confidence and self esteem
Or is humility your claim to fame?
One of those well known shrinking violets
Sitting all by yourself in the bar
Watching the whole world pass you by
Envying the dance from afar
Take heart my friend, there's place for us all
In the overall scheme of things
You may not have star on the Walk of Fame
But you make your friendships sing
Back in the old days, times were different
But one thing that hasn't changed
Those gentle souls have always be there
To count on come sunshine or rain
Do you stand out or do you just blend in
What is the name of your game?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Am I hideous
So many years have drained,
slowly taking what was once mine
scattering it over endless thoughts and memories
And I wonder why, where has it all gone…
Silver finds locks once dark,
muscles speak in much louder tones
Sleep is something of youthful moments
and nightmares wrap me where once bloomed orchids
Coming down that mountain…stumbling,
gazing on the valley below, green and lush,
envying those who still smile,
holding hands and drinking of life
one happy sip at a time
from that half full glass held next to their hearts
Not a drop spilled on their dance floor,
mixing with saw dust and erratic footprint designs
A tear finds my cheek, lonely as it is
asking what did it mean, why has loved passed me by
Nary a wave or a nod, eyes fixed elsewhere
Am I hideous…the thought has crossed my mind…why did I just grin,
did something soft touch me and I didn’t notice,
until now…perhaps
There’s that word again…seems overused
though it hasn’t been spoken in ages
Entering that final path, winding…tiring so
but a spring in the old step, a bounce found in place of a crawl
“Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you”
Why did I just say that, and in a voice I hadn’t heard in so long
Seems to be singing…and it is me…me
and funny…I hear harmony
So it has come, the voices of my past belting out a few notes
into the mind of crab cake crumbles and starched socks
Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song
wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling
When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect,
beautiful eyes, lips, I must be going insane
they said it would happen…madness
Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be…love…me
Taking my hand we run, yes run…uphill, and I feel free
Reaching in my pocket I pull out the four leaf clover
I found when I was twelve and whisper…”Took you long enough"
** For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?
As our most holy Lord from his
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns of optimism…As
No matter what occurred
The day or night before,
It is the way of dogs to greet each new day
In its now and present moment
With wagging tails,
With panting smiles,
And with what seems, a walking about
On lighter feet — ready for discovery —
The way my own many mutts and spaniels did;
The way our doxie GiGi does now
— and no matter how I feel —
At our first morning’s exchanged glance,
For her,
I will sweetly intone, “Good! Good
Morning, Little Girl! So good to see you!”
And with that happily said, she’ll
Jump up on the bed beside me
Where I’ll briskly tussle the furry, black top
Of her head, which her 12 years
Has slightly streaked with gray
— quite like mine after all these passed decades.
In each new morning, she waits for me to exclaim,
“Hello, GiGi! So good to see you!
Where were you all night? Did you run free
Everywhere without your leash? So swiftly
Over hillside grass and fallen gold leaves?
Did you chase chipmunks?
Squirrels? Birds? Find any happy
Children to join in with their giggling games?”
As if to answer, GiGi will come closer,
Nudging her muzzle under my palm, touching
For more loving, while I continue
My almost singing, “I know, Little Girl, you had fun!
Because, I saw your closed eyelids flitter
As you softly squealed notes a few times, so
Slightly near a whimper. And I saw
Your snout twitch as you likely followed a trail;
Saw all four of your legs jerking, bending
Within your night’s escapade ~
Over which I stroked your long soft. back,
Hoping to help keep your unknown,
Canine dream in peace — “
I ‘d moved then to gently lean
My head by her head with
My envying imagination over her ear to
Whisper, “Bless you, my God-sent angel,
For all your lessons and devotion,
I love you…
See you in the morning…“
The every new morning
For which you remind me to find a smile.
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(c) sally young eslinger 11/13 /2022
Thanks be to God…
In the jingle of your bracelet,
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing.
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words,
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of my love.
In the depth of the night sky,
In tequila sunsets,
In the shadows of dusk,
I see our love blossom.
In the tangerine mornings,
In the droplets of water hanging on your hair,
In the blush that rises on your cheeks,
I see our love shining.
In the base of our throat,
In the half-opened crayons box,
In the edge of the rose-tinted clouds
I see our love immortalized.
In the soft moonlight
In the paper boat merrily drifting
In the changing temperature
I see the world envying.
What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.
Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?
What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.
Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.
Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.
On Turning Fifty
Felt so depressed as I turned fifty.
Ageing captured: hard reality.
Tried to reckon my entity.
What I left, which was priority.
Analysed how much I have received!
To what extent I have been deceived.
Sometimes success, sure I have achieved.
Mostly failure, not to be believed.
To bid bye to youth was most shocking.
Old age at door step started knocking.
Now reaching seventy, news is breaking.
Fifty!Too young! That age!Me envying.
Rhyming form aaaa bbbb cccc
11 syllables per line
04/12/17
On Turning Fifty Contest by Cicelia Hopkins Drewer
Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.
And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.
And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...
She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy,
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...
I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,
And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!
Opened eyes see beyond horizons everything
Behind the dirty ears of crying babies in the bath
Look up to see the future through the galaxies
Go through red lights at 80 miles per second speeding
There is no time for tickets from the traffic cop
Impossible to stop
Blinking is a sin, a sign of weakness
So move on to boardwalks clearly visible
Capture every second in the instant lens
Pretty girls in Atlantic City on the beaches
Sport sunglasses to see glass hours darkly
Shy eyes hidden behind the frames
Body too blue to view from waters depth
Wearing a yellow polka dot bikini very thin and wet
She will never enter the shallows nearly naked
Eye candy you can watch and swim in with a smile
Tender to the touch but never fall in love
Brown eyes blink when they are thinking
Green is their favorite color while by the sea
Envying since they are in to neon reasoning
Never lose sight when viewing through the looking glass
Binoculars are better for sighting pretty birds
Hazel eyes are warm from our perspective
Perception, image is everything
Moving forward in the light of day when opened
Already on your way to seeing
Automobiles can take you there
Adjust your rear view mirror cautiously
When looking from behind with opened eyes
There is a bomb in the bird cage,
Yet the wimpy caged bird sings.
They caught a Bird of the summer,
But it flee when the winter begun.
Our travels through alien lands
Warmed our cold feeble hearts.
Sojourners from a dark brutal past
Marching into an evolving limelight.
We journey through the broken doors,
And from the rusting corners of the cage.
Yet they view us with scornful eyes
Envying the little we have inside.
We pace up in a coalescing faith
Pinning pieces of ideas together
Back to our roots where we belong,
They welcome us with homely hands.
I know why the caged bird sings
There’s fleeting hope entwined within
It inspires the power of imagination
Which treated iron bars can’t hold down
But we lost ourselves in captivity
Leaving behind our golden thrones
Adapting to famed ideologies unknown
Which held us back from our dreams.
Now is the start of new awakening
Moving ahead from our sordid past
We rally in unity and in togetherness.
To a God blessed radiant future