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Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
There's usually a balance tween sad and happy
Somehow my brain's out of whack
Certainly not saying I'm complaining or such
Am I different or weird or cracked?
Cracked or broken, ah maybe that's it
Can only go by what I have learned
Ya gotta be careful, must proceed with caution
If not, you'll surely get burned
The best thing to do is just take it slow
Emotions can mess up your thinking
Tread ever so lightly till you're sure it's right
Then full steam ahead without blinking
Someone out there is just waiting for you
When you find them you'll know right away
The trumpets will blow, the bells will ring
Every day will be a red letter day
I'm no expert but after seventy-nine years
I've come to an astounding revelation
From the moment we're born till the day we die
Every day's an exciting celebration!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When that time comes and the reaper sows
the trap door’ hinges open up a hopeful gap
music from the underworld entices grace
with one ultimate decisive stride in lockstep
of Self vagaries union and agonizing pleas
A wise man carefully narrates his memories
an opus eulogy fat volume or a single word
carved out from promise of never-ending love
his memoir about to fade when ink has dried
a hero’s last whisper on parched paper byes
The scythe man took his time as if to tease
out a last drop of conscience from the soul
lying beyond mind reason feeling final call
a clean rapid death is all he dares to request
in quest for a few quiet moments in repose
What’s left behind is nothing like the journey
full steam ahead into an unknown new realm
a ply-board coffin and rose petals on the grave
unless he wished for ashes scattered into wind
once the kiss of life draws its ultimate breath
08th April 2021
Distal to Dorsal the bofdy human
agility and flexiblity
Rest and recovery
a detailed
meme of wrestling stylus
heis works are a showcase
of atheletic showmenship
a marvel in the specticail
of chain wrestling
move and counter move
a great treat for an audeince
a championship A-lister
a Modern Classic in the making
afew among his peers
he's a sceintific techition
one move away from
being champion
trophied and contention ready
in-line to be champion
the right night
Pro-chored and ready
Guilded and a real deal
a contenders nightmare
and a partners dream
someone even a non-fan recognizes as great
he got the fans calling him great
he's got his peers calling him great the
guy's in the locker room wait in line toim
at his best there non other
out wrested he'll
rehone his craft
and come up with something to offset
any defeat
as rare as they are
W got the message let's
see if the cahmpionship commity get's it
a champion is wise to heep his eye on
this man
attention:attention:attention
they already know his ablity
what he does to get that huy
to look him right in his eye's
He never could get past the ego
his staus is well above reach
he better find a trusted freind
someone who doesn't mind
being apart of a big-deal
If the other stands in front will
he let him be championship quality
or will he undermind him
to reposition himself
the newness maybe off the champion
let's see if the number one contender
can bring his ball to the game
A trophied, titled contender
with a niche: he can walk out of here
champion without breaking a sweat.
However decorated all others mimic
him as Champion!
In my dreams I was on board
As the ocean waved
and the engines roared
As The captain ordered
Full steam ahead
And a lady passed me dressed in red
Her dress of scarlet, fringed with lace
And a delicate mask across her face
Faster, faster the ship sailed on
As the waiters served
And the band played on
In my dreams I was frozen still
As the Cabin crew gave a chilling shrill
Whistles blew
Cries shook the deck
And a lady passed me soaking wet
Her dress of Scarlet, with a fringed lace torn
And a mask of fear she now adorned
Faster, faster the ship sailed on
As the waiters fled
Yet the band played on
In my dreams I was not on board
I was drifting back above it all
Boats were dropped
As passengers fled
But not the lady dressed in red
Her Dress of scarlet with a fringed sash instead
And upon her face a mask of dread
Faster, faster, the ship's crew fought on
As bow she dipped
And the ship was gone
In my dreams I was there I'm sure
Heard children cry, and a sailor swore
Watched the sea as calm restored her pace
And a ship was gone without a trace
A lady watched in a scarlet dress
Her hands in water, sea caressed
Slower, slower, her fingers spread
Mother to the now lost dead
Tears of salt
Her children gone
As the ocean stilled
Yet the band played on
Titanic you have touched me deep
As the memory of the lost who sleep
Beneath the waves, the oceans still
I dream again, and I always will
Having stretched the boundaries of hope
to encompass yesteryear's follies
and truths abandoned for fantasy,
faith forces us to walk life's tightrope
blindly, and yet, we manage to cope.
Youth is too cocky to make mistakes
navigating repeated patterns
through choices and their consequences.
Full steam ahead, both feet off the brakes,
they're wired to win, whatever it takes.
As years fall away like Autumn leaves,
actors morph into the audience
observing youth rehearse for bit parts.
Power's all a kingly mind perceives,
truth's the usurper; no one believes.
Reality waits till later years
to unmask manipulation's face,
programming in the guise of free will.
Exchanging fragile freedoms for fears
lies are spun into a veil of tears.
(Alemseged Style)
06/27/2022
Special offer for forbidden fruit two for the price of one
Discounted pleasure until ultimate stock clearance lasts
Adam’s apples included
Unisex versions available
Sustainable and organic
Nails and planks for the eye flat-packed easy to assemble
Build your own bloody cross instructions included for free
Whips for self-flagellation
Strictly for over 18’s only
Change water into whine
Serpent skin negligees and rings for nipples and manhood
See-through loin cloths for aspiring Buddhas handmade in hell
Mount pleasant meets fig tree
Biodegradable Lotus blossoms
Kamasutra deflowering guaranteed
Eider ducks in a row and Noah’s Arc for foaming bath tubs
Pull the plug on solitude and play Eros full steam ahead
Rubber dolls with vacuum function
Touch Mahal at the press of a button
Mandala and kind Karma on the spot
Meanwhile Hey Judas blasts sounds through supermarket isles
As encouragement for a little temptation at the bread counter
Self-rising yeast and sugar watchtowers
Lick away your sins until kingdom comes
With crispy pretzels from Salt Lake City
Nihilist colouring books on display no glossy crayons needed
Agnostic wet dreams wrapped in silk brassieres and braces
The end is nearer than the cashier
A reaper tills luscious fields of plenty
Until blinders fall under a heavy load
30th December 2019
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make this poetry site my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax no more breaks rest assured!
Ukraine and Russia, what a dire predicament, an anticipated situation,
Muscles being flexed, by both sides, world jittery expecting confrontation,
A conspiracy theory, answer perhaps to depopulation?
So many hungry and dying in every nation,
With this thought in mind, full steam ahead, no dissuasion!
I am not a conspiracy theory fan, realize politics are for politicians
Humanity however, knows not the truth, dreading a Ukraine invasion,
West and Ukraine together, but Russia’s equation?
More than likely China, what a combination,
Millions will die, someone please use your powers of persuasion.
Intermediate Range Nuclear Forces
(INF) Treaty nixed, asper (gasp) infinite
wisdom (quite unsettling) trumpeting
commander in chief de facto gave green
light, thus signals fasttrack, sans arms
race activating Armageddon churning
noble nuclear warheads damn the (not
so petty) torpedoes full steam ahead,
ramping up military industrial (intelligence
- ha) complex edifice global security
compromised detente tipping point
needle weighs heavily - scale lean
triangulation ratchets dramatic
apocalyptic fear each man knucled
(woman child) arms themselves to
the teeth bombs away doth not leave
mushroom to wiggle free of doom,
the human race on track to extinction
since the commander in chief did
rescind checks and balances on rogue
nations, now issuing free (grab bag)
for all warmongering states to stock
on fire sale of various and sundry
weapons of mass destruction ushering
exponential possibility slight sabre
rattling altercations will kickstart
World War III, but no victors will
emerge cuz every square inch of planet
Earth will be snapping, crackling
and popping with radiation fostering
disintegration, incineration, obliteration...,
among civilization with minuscule probability
no child will be left behind, (nor anybody
else for that matter), yet one need
not be a brain scientist, nor rocket
surgeon to predict the end of the world
as we know it (REM) minding any weekly
reader of TIME magazine, or other
reputable news source (such as Howard
Stern), any moment could deliver every
thing each of us cherish to go to hell in
a handbasket of deplorables) predicated
on the isolationist (nationalistic) posture
our dear leader steers this ship (unwieldy
leviathan) of state into totally tubular
unswerving pulverization!