Long Fortunate Poems
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EXHAUSTED = Ted's all worn out
EMBARRASSES = Them bare asses
CRESCENDO = Toothpaste in your endo
HAPPINESS = Happy with your private male part
PISTOL = Charge for going pee
FOOTAGE = How old is your foot
EDUCATION = Studying while on vacation
FORTUNATE = Ate four tunas
ALTERATIONS = Change rations
INFORMATION = All lined up in a row
REGISTRATE = Reginald is heterosexual
PHOTOGRAPH = Picture of a chart
DICTIONARY = Never shun your private part
CAREER = Back end of a car
EXPOSURE = Formerly poop for sure
WINDOWPANE = Ow that wind is painful
POLITICIANS = A parrot who shuns the limelight
BLOCKBUSTERS = People who get in the way of a bus
ANNIVERSARY = Backside on backwards
CANADIAN = Ian is a good adder
OPPORTUNITY = Oh a poor choice of a nitty gritty tune
PERPETUAL = Average price of pets in the deep south
CENTIPEDES = Price per foot of a cheap pair of shoes
MISCELLANEOUS = A missile aimed at our back end
© Jack Ellison 2014
We think we are many, but there are billions of them
Species so different, they so out number us men
Then came that day when natures parameters changed
Something out there happened to us humans so strange
Whether they were robins, starlings, vultures or crows
She's had enough, for the birds she now chose
Formidable they became as they attacked in masses
Wave after wave in lacerated passes
No one was spared, whether mother or child
Some were found, bloodied but smiled
For many months the world has endured
Us facing survival outside we are lured
Ammonia traces as they leave their marks
Reminding who's in charge, the future of humans so stark
If you are fortunate to survive, look to the skies
They followed the geese, their formation to strive
For those of us who are left, underground we reside
If we are to change, it's up to us to decide
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-15.php
*When Dawn drifts into enchanted meadows,
listen to the choruses of birds’ song.
Feel on your skin the wind that softly blows.
Hear the crickets too which with birds chirp along.
Right before Dawn has arrived, maybe she
will paint the sky with orange, and I know
sometimes you might be fortunate to see
Dawn bringing to the landscape a warm glow.
Lay yourself down on grass. See sky change blue.
To be enchanted, meadows have flowers.
Wild, they’ll be dancing when a breeze blows through.
Enjoy their beauty in the morning hours.
Before it gets too hot, come with me. We’ll gaze
at clouds that shift like magic as we laze.
*(based on line 5 given by Joseph May)
Hard considerations for the future of mankind
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind
A card that invokes incantations as they question the lucidity of her mind
A lenient life sentence to constantly wonder through philosophical terrain
The convenient repentance of a man who stands by greed to gain
As expedient incentives are formed to stop the poor from expressing their pain
The ingredients for inventive warns creatives to endure the weight of constant strain
Contemplations of Shakespeare Goethe, Baudelaire and the weight of my conscience
Concentration camps that are now there in full view and they dare to call it nonsense
Salutations reserved for the configurations of the absurd at the next NATO conference
Conflagrations of callous imitations create the mystery surrounding the inference
As fortunate fictitious narratives headline the cheapened world of truth
The ornament of original design distracts me from lamenting my youth
Apportionment indicates politicians should resign amidst this carnival of the uncouth
At the tournament of malaise and refine there’s no winners unless you’re a sleuth
Propositions that reduce visions of possible elevation to rubble amidst all the splendour
Inquisitions of the most formal revelation as you walk past the local street vendor
Tacticians of emotional stagnation imbued in all that you deplore and render
Submissions and overt culminations of all that you wish to ignore like the very last Big Spender
Reverting back to the hopeful realms of redemption and beauty and refine and a can of mace
Converting over to Islam as a Christian ponders prevention of the dissemination of an entire race
Disconcerting as an innocence is forming in the intentions and warning in the lines of her softening face
Introverting the pretension and reflection as we reach to the heavens for grace
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2025
As I gaze upward searching the amazing Universe in the darkness of the night.
I can feel the summer heat ascending, reaching the firmament and leaving an opaque covering over the phase of the full moon. Beams of soft lights reflect in my eyes as a delightful experience. And yet a gruesome finding hiding in the shadows. My eyes trace an outline of an oval monolith imagery standing as a pillar in a museum. Frightened yet annoying by awful vibrations traveling through the air towards me. I become shaken and a grim feeling overshadows me. I give a long, loud, piercing cry, as this vicious darkness will not withdraw from me. An unexpected prelude, a source of illumination stimulates my sight, making things visible. Dawn piercing through an opening of dimness and gloom reveals the fall of darkness demise. Vindictive fear of my own consciousness had been crushed by the light of day. As I patronize my aged notions I feel a deep sense of pride at the victorious achievement for overcoming the darkness. The mystery of the dark has exposed its secret counterfeit of shadows. Rays of light kiss my cheek with warmth. I now stand fortunate to have faced the darkness and live in the light.
Margaret Franceschini July 27, 2016
How fortunate that I, correctly versed,
knew hand-grenades are passive. At their worst,
they maim and kill. But this is interspersed
with usefulness: defenders have no thirst
for carnage. Since the enemy had first
used violence, they had to be dispersed.
It fell to me. How often I’d rehearsed
in nightmares what came next, how often nursed
this killer in my hands. Like Damien Hirst,
I knew that I was certain to be cursed
by those who only see a shark immersed
in urine, not a work of art. Lips pursed,
I threw my bomb, and squatted, for I durst
not look upon the mayhem, when it burst.
I believe one of the gifts we have been given as we live life day to day
is the ability to discover beauty in every moment along the way.
I believe if we’ are waiting for that one beautiful moment…
that ultimate surprise…we may fail to see the beauty that is right before our eyes.
The other day at the lake house of a friend we were fortunate early to wake
and step outside in time to watch the sun rise on the lake.
With only the frogs and birds around us…away from all the crowds…
we watched the sun in all her artistry paint the water and the clouds.
Our friend Bonnie and her dog Arrow joined us…and we sat down to talk
with muffins and hot coffee…a little breakfast on the dock.
After sitting together for a while…embracing every moment of the changing scene
the four of us moved inside where we sat and visited with our friend Jean.
I love when friends get together…no matter when or where…
the kinship we all feel…how laughter fills the air.
When it was time for us to go…and our arms and stories we finally disentangled…
we headed home….but first…a stop for egg biscuits at Bojangles.
There are so many beautiful moment shared when traveling near…or far
heading down the road together…just the two of us…in a car.
We made smoothies for dinner and then…in the days waning light
we watched The Big Lebowski before kissing each other good night.
It’s amazing how simple beautiful moments shared along the way
when you put them all together make for a beautiful day…
And how simple beautiful moments shared with friends and family…
with our partner or our wife
can, when we put them all together…make for a beautiful life.
all of them lied to him
creating a world that made him
ideal to be victim to whatever
they wished of him
the woman they allowed him to
believe loved him
only made opportunity
to him when she found need or was in despair
and she scheduled time for others
and had him to believe that the
organization of she not being
with him had little to do with him and her
but more with the type of person he was.
she was lead to believe
his family found when he
lacked companionship they had opportunity
to borrow and distort reality enough
to have advantage with monetary help.
his disposition made him less appreciative of gathering so
he corner himself and made
friends who rarely came around.
he wished to love and be loved, but failed to
convince those persons whom he considered friends
to be kind enough to allow him to
be man, in situations with females where he might
be favored, and be in line for a woman's
affections and her kindness.
than she might even be kind enough to marry him.
he asked many to pray for these few things.
he labored to many, those who had different beliefs, but believe in people having companionship, and people who believe in marriage.
the same kindness that allows charity, often is the kindness that gives people
detail to how they script your downfall, and defeat.
what kindness of men, have we suffered that we are then charity to those more
fortunate then we?
what mercies are agreements. that his character allows others to consort against him, that he in group makes others to be friends.
he asked, which is more important, the cement or the mortAR.
SheRab was the logical choice to watch my kittens
Born in the Year of the Rabbit.
Highly intelligent, she understood their immaturity
Mistakes they might make before becoming hares
But what kind of a doe goes off and leaves her kits? My man asked.
He has no idea that I am terrified of my baby’s willfulness.
They can be destructive and vengeful.
Born in the Year of the Rabbit.
Three lucky days each month, and if I am fortunate
They will appear on weekends.
The rest of the time I am trusting them to SheRab
For she had a similar kindling.
She will treat my kittens as if they are her own baby rabbits.
I leave them eagerly, knowing she will be affectionate and kind
And she can match their intelligence with her own.
The wisest choice a mother can make
When she is born in a different Zodiac sign.
I no longer wait for you,
Yet I still find myself searching.
There isn’t an ocean’s depth here,
But I still wish to drown in your eyes.
Just once, if I could see you again,
I’d read the lines of the fortunate in my fate.
I don’t know if I could have kept you happy,
But I was happiest just because you existed.
A boy who didn’t even understand what a smile meant,
You taught him how to laugh wholeheartedly.
You untangled the chaos within me,
Removed the thorns from my path,
You gave me everything—
Yet in this war of love, I still lost.
Now there is peace, but you are not here,
My heart still cries, yet it no longer hopes for you.
I wish to be close to you again,
But not as someone special—only to be ignored.
— Lucky