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I don’t know if his one cold mouth is itchy,
His voice of tot is incredibly catchy.
I don’t see if he’s tired of making crash talks,
Seeing him is a joke when he seriously walks.
He makes sure that everyone listens,
One crap of jape is not much and lessens.
Is he ashamed when he made mistakes?
Is he aware that he can’t get any of those stakes?
I wonder why he’s so much but a trouble talker,
He’s funny but a fool when he chats so over.
T-A-L-K-E-R is his freaky old known name,
Hearing that talker is always and so much and same.
Mr. Trouble Talker can’t knock it off,
He can’t be like prim so why he’s off.
You can’t be as formal as anyone else.
Mouth of worthlessness is rot as every guy smells.
Form:
Halloween at the Bates Hotel
The attendant in the Ghostface rig was kinda creepy,
When I came in to pay the gas I owed.
“Is there a motel nearby? I’m really sleepy.”
He pointed down a dark and dreary road.
No kids were Trick-or-Treating that Halloween night,
Nothing was open. I couldn’t buy nor sell.
I could barely see. There wasn’t a single light.
Then I saw the sign for the Bates Hotel
The clerk in drag, carrying a dripping blade,
Said they had a sudden opening;
But first he had to get the room remade.
“Why don’t you stroll outside, see what’s happening.”
Some spaced-out dwarves were shuffling ‘round the mortuary,
While a Tall Man looked down from up above.
Nearby a big dude in a goalie mask was swinging a machete,
Taunting a burned guy wearing a freaky glove.
Another dude was gardening, cutting something at night,
Sporting a leather mask and a gas chainsaw.
But a walking-talking Good Guy doll gave me the biggest fright--
He was probably the weirdest thing I saw.
I decided to head back; this town gave me the ‘willies’.
A big shape and a clown grabbed me outside the Bates Hotel!
“I’m Mike Myers, and my friend’s name’s Penny.
We’ve come to convey you back to Hell.”
What’s in the grass and what do I know?
There are creepy and freaky things below.
All sorts of insects and crawly creatures
are among grass’ most fearsome features.
I wonder what else is in the grass,
seeds and stems in a crevasse?
They sprout and spread en masse
creating a soft sinking morass.
I believe there are secrets we’ll never see
perhaps some magic that’s in its esprit.
Maybe a fairy goddess or two
to order the chaos amid the fescue.
Who directs traffic so there’s no collision?
Who wields the power for that decision?
What and when do they celebrate?
There must be one they adulate.
Whatever is there I leave to that realm.
I won’t interfere or overwhelm.
I’ll welcome fresh grass in the spring
and wonder more, at what it may bring.
Everyone is one of a kind
There's ain't nobody else like us
But they say, we all have a double
So what's all the big fuss!
Sure like to meet my look-alike
At first, might be a bit spooky
Like looking into a mirror
Wonder if he's just as kooky?
Actually saw a man looked like me
And it freaked me out real good
Couldn't stop staring at this guy
Transfixed there where I stood
Seems he was blown away too
But we didn't actually speak
That would've been kinda freaky
We just kept taking little peeks
Finally disappeared into the crowd
Left me with a feeling of remorse
That I didn't actually talk to him
To share in a little discourse
What are chances of meeting again
Probably a million to one I'd say
Sure would've been quite interesting
Regretted not talking to this day!
Out with the old year, in with the new,
Welcome to year twenty twenty-two.
Hoping this will be a much better year,
Filled with more peace and not so much fear.
Twenty-twenty was the year it all began,
Covid appeared and we didn't have a plan.
Hand sanitizer, wearing face masks the new norm,
Keep your distance, no parties - all must conform.
Twenty twenty-one was supposed to be better.
The whole world obeyed precautions to the letter.
But Covid kept coming - nothing seemed to work,
Then came the vaccines and the world went berzerk!
The world was divided on what they should do,
Because the vaccines had been quickly pushed through.
Some trusted the safety of the newly made shots.
Others questioned their safety- get the jab they would not!
Add to this mess rising prices and crime,
And criminals released before it's their time,
Weather patterns are freaky all over the place,
And all the government wants is to talk about race.
But now here we have a new year to embrace,
Blank pages to fill with purpose and grace.
And though last year wasn't the best of times,
It gave me the inspiration to write these rhymes.
1/13/22
Back when I moved from Montreal to Toronto
Invited some old friends for a visit
They were leaving Montreal early in the morning
Their arrival, I sure didn't want to miss it
Left work at three travelling north to the highway
As I entered the onramp I heard
This annoying, obnoxious blowing of a horn
Who was this damn joker, this nerd
Surely could have knocked me over with a feather
For there among the gas fumes and chrome
Were my dear old friends, laughing and shouting
They let me in and followed me home
Timing had to be totally bang on the money
The freakiest of happenings, bar none
Some things in life are totally mind bending
And this most assuredly was one
Though many long years have since past and gone
Each time I relate this tale
Sends chills up and down this old spine of mine
And my bodily functions set sail
© Jack Ellison 2012
“True story...”
Raised a thumb, hitched a ride
random raced, inside
a freaky, desert mirage—
—then took it——solo
and slammed smack dab
into Slab City.
Oasis to lost, wandering souls
outcasts, living off society’s Grid
—crash landed—
into immediate immersion
of oddball oddities and eccentricities.
Psychedelic dreamscapes
mixed with Truth tellers—
—Salvation Mountain, God’s love
and John 3:16.
then, around the corner
East Jesus, where heathens
and aliens commune.
Find your path, your truth
within Coke bottle walls
Madonna shrines, plastic people
junk art sculptures—-
—-RV snowbirds and hippies
living side by side.
Commentary complimentary—
—spun from a grey bearded elder
telling tales of the glory days—
—of protests and picket lines
—of hazy days, flower children
and far out, rainbow dreams.
Grifter (inspired by Seth Art Carrillo)
Grifter was what someone told me...I reckon it was on a ridiculously stupid app...and a friend of mine told me about it, laughing while he says it...while I silently throw a tantrum...here the pounding of my drums of defeat...covered in corruption's cum...that drips against my fatigued feet right on frivolous beat
Right on...I'm a fraud that's freakin' frightening...I get it! I trust no one...
Isolated in my room of my own thundering, lightning thots... Sham shame embraced thee! Imagining my fiction becoming a reality...now, that's fantastically freaky
Favoring the good side of life...I'm a foolish, wise man in the brink of utter ruin...my blameworthiness is brewin' from deep within...scrambling in my feeling of unfeeling hurt...I hurt like a expert athlete and the pain is real and oh so neat - cover the wounds of my torn-up body with a white, linen sheet...let it bleed through, for I'm a sea blue
Tranquility never came into my hands of chaotic pleasure beyond measure...the Walking Dead has risen from the graves of glamorous decrepitness and bloody insanity...shame on you for making me live life without any worries, because there were so much to worry about in the first place...bombs that are set off right before my eyes makes me wanna bike ride through these up and down roads...overwhelmed with loads of fear that makes me shed this sorrowful tear...sheer cheer surrounds me, for I was a temporary hero, but it was all in my visions, my dreams of past ambitions due to dumb decisions and unaccomplished missions
Elevated by the fact that lovers of love equals the haters of hate...haters are losers and lovers are winners - so, don't play the blame game, for shame has came into my cranium of numbness and dumbness, sticking in my tissues of distress in progress
Rage typed into words of want...I need love and I want your XOXO's...blanket me with your bliss, not your hopelessness...friends come and go, I lost their phone numbers tho...but I don't mind being alone with me, myself and I...for I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure
In November I'll keep a low profile
Humans kill my kind so I must use guile
If I gobble to a mate
I'll be on a dinner plate
I detest living this muted lifestyle
I am a North American Wild Turkey
Thanksgiving Day is freaky and quirky
Try some cock-a-doodle-doo
Put chicken on your menu
My meat is too lean to make good jerky
Last year I lost my buddy, Fatso Fred
Saw tail feathers fly and knew he was dead
Chosen cuz he was plump
Got whacked on a tree stump
Had his stomach stuffed with yellow cornbread
In a few months I'll have to be wary
Being a turkey is very scary
With thanks I'll be toasted
But fear I'll be roasted
Served with yams and a side of cranberry
I am a bird - Personification
Tania Kitchin - Sponsor
Date Posted - July 22, 2020
Pieced together
Blood, bone and brain
With another’s parts
Senses bring sparks
Of imagination, inspiration
Insight into the heart
Who is not Frankenstein’s
But his best friend
And confidant
Pieced together
Naked skin so tender
Silencing the thoughts
Of a heart who is caught
In remembrances of a past
That cannot be brought back
A past filled with light and love
All the good things from up above
But, this is Frankenstein’s Tea Party
And he has the say in what we pray
Will he pray for a new thought
To cover up the lost art
Of camouflage – seeking skin
Wherever he can find it
Will it be you or me?
Will we be the next benefactors
Of that freaky frame
Brought to life by the same air
I breathe – yet, breathed in through
The lungs of some victim of
Frankenstein’s Tea Party
Where did this cadaver come from?
From the deceased who bled, died and left
Parts to be discarded or recycled
By the one who’s tea is soaked in fresh blood
Don’t fall victim to Frankenstein’s Tea party
If you’re invited, RSVP with a “No” reply
Frankenstein tea party 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
July 30, 2021