Long Gee Poems
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Looked up this morning, no clouds overhead
So happy I screamed like a banshee
What greater seduction than smelling fresh air
With the breeze caressing my gee-gee
As I stand here naked as the day I was born
Only one thing has entered my psyche
Put on some clothes, you silly old twit
Your gee-gee is frozen, by crikey
Must have been a great party last night
Can't remember my first or last name
As I take a quick peek at my poor little gee-gee
Must have played some pretty rough games
Sure hope I don't get that hammered again
Can someone please find me some clothes
I'll quietly ride off in my beat up jalopy
In case to some girlie I proposed
© Jack Ellison 2013
Oh, dear what could the matter be?
At twice the ripen age of three
Was standing to bat at the tee
Though staring blankly at a tree
“Take a swing,” the coach was a she
Agreeing, taking it firmly
Hitting and Sending the ball free
Then sprinting expeditiously
A slide worthy of the laundry
“Keep running,” they all said loudly
“What? Huh? Run?” I said breathlessly
The other team look on eagerly
“Oh, ya,” was the last to hit, lovely
Taking two steps, "out!" no mercy
That's it. No more baseball for me
My last t-ball activity
February 11, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
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Foreign legion, desert sands
Long hot days and idle hands
Many nights a long time randy
Sultry maiden might be handy
Sorry son, the colonel said
Donkey tied up by the shed
You will find no ladies here
Donkey’s willing for a beer
Sir, my ardour’s all but busting
But a donkey… that’s disgusting
Son if what you want is loving
It’s the donkey or it’s nothing
Okay, Sir, I’ll try it out
But I’m in a little doubt
So I wonder if you might
Watch to check I do it right
By the shed his pants are down
Even donkey wears a frown
But he’s trained and makes no fuss
Soldier makes a clumsy thrust
Sir, is this the right technique
Colonel said you crazy freak
The lads all take a donkey ride
To town where all the girls reside
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I'm ready to get rid
of this despicable mood
that others find cool;
I find it extremely sad!
Gee, I had enough of rain for days,
too tired of holding on this umbrella
under teary clouds of bright dawn:
it reminds me of beautiful Laura!
Let me walk on dry grass,
not on these wet streets
that gleam in full daylight;
they block my dim sight!
Gee, I had enough of rain for days,
my patience is really running low:
where's the break in black clouds?
Do I see the arch of the rainbow?
If spring has come to cheer up minds,
why can't I hear voices and sounds?
ah, rain is boredom, being stuck at home;
I'll break away, I won't settle for a bone!
Gee, I had enough rain for days,
enduring gloom behind this window;
when can I open it to sun rays,
and see below a swaying willow?
Gloria Gee was driving her dragon Mars home in style.
They were be there in little over a quarter mile.
She had painted her pick-up truck with hearts and stars.
How do you like it? She asked her new pet, Mars.
Mars had never seen a pick-up truck before.
I guess it is marvelous he said, hanging out the door.
He was glad when the vehicle finally ended at a stop.
He was fed gruel and cabbage, some fresh pig slop.
“Your food is delicious,” he told Gloria Gee.
“What time shall I be dressed for tea?”
This surprised her, but she said “what about three?”
He wore a black tuxedo and an ascot. Mercy me!
This basic wish
Is the wish of every mother and child
The wish for things to be safe and fun
For everyone to smile
And not push and shove, yell and fight.
It’s the wish that drives them like sheep
Into the beautiful green pastures over there
Just beyond the bounds, always
Just out of reach.
It’s the wish to unite
Form a one world government or religion
Or circle to sing kumbaya
To hold us all together
Keep us safe in the night
And fed in the morning.
It’s also the wishful dream that fades
When Sun rises on another day
And it’s time to once again
Simply care
For all things we need to do
The bitter and the sweet
Made better by the fact
Adversity builds something
Nothing else can.
(11/22/24)
Land Dweller, the tortoise knew he would love this young bull named Red Gee. He had loved the bull’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather hadn’t he? You are a red Angus, he told the young bull, and you will do well at the fair. People will revere you and photograph you, and show that they care.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller, they developed a bond thicker than sugar dough. Pretty soon they were together, whenever and wherever either one would go. Land Dweller was about a hundred and twenty-six years old, by now. Seasoned and wise, he taught young Red Gee to stay away from one frisky young cow.
She has her sights set on you, he told the young’un, so you have to be quick. She is ready to settle down, so let her go after that other bull, McNick. Because you, my lad, are a show bull, and we must get you in a ring. Comments and compliments will swirl around, praises will sing.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller completely, for it was in his DNA
to listen to Land Dweller, and give him respect and friendship every day. It had been good enough for his ancestors, and they taught him in his dreams, to follow Land Dweller’s advice, for he was even wiser than he seems.
I’m not an animal or creature, I’m just a human being
but if the wizard can’t help, then from soup I’ll be fleeing
The wicked soup witch says my poems are dire
she declared I’m past it and that I should retire!
I’ve cried bitter tears until my eyes are sore
my muse has gone, I just can’t write any more
So I silently slink along the yellow brick road
hoping that the wizard can lighten my load
It’s way past midnight when I finally arrive -
I’ve had to walk as I’ve not learned to drive
Dorothy and friends all had their wishes granted
I'll beg the wizard for my muse to be re implanted
I climb the winding steps to visit the wizard
he reminds me of a scaly wizened old lizard
I said ‘Wizard please can you help find my muse,
she’s upped and left, so I‘m here to schmooze
I’m desperately trying to become a good poet
but my poems are awful and don’t I know it’
He said ‘stop the tears, I don’t want to drown -
write intellectual poems, stop acting the clown!’
The wizard peers at me over his 'say ban' glasses
and prescribes three tablespoons of dark molasses
I ask ‘wizard will that bring my muse back to me’
he said ‘don’t be daft, it'll sweeten your poetry’
So I’m guzzling molasses three times a day
and I hope my muse will come back and stay
Off to see the wizard contest
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11/25/18