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The Girl Next Door
The baby breeze blew briskly
Like the swiftness of a light limb,
Caressing my lonesome heart,
As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts.
I looked through the silk curtain
Obstruenting my view of the silken.
She was in her night gown: cruel bikini.
The swell of her breast, a calling fountain.
I wanted to dash into the waves,
Get locked up in its coziness.
But, she pulled the curtain over again:
The girl next door just never cares.
Return I then to my cushion again disappointed,
With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me.
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Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door
Rooty Toot Toot, two men in a boot
Bobbing along on the waves
One was old with long silvery hair
Renowned for being quite brave
The other had pimple on the tip of his nose
He was cross-eyed and cranky at best
“That's an omen!” the old man told him
“Squeeze it, and you'll surely be blessed”
As he squeezed it a humongous zit popped out
Flying through the air it transformed
To a beautiful maiden with wings of silver
And a sweet tender smile so warm
The maiden decreed, “You both have a wish
But your wish you must never reveal
Make someone happy beyond their dreams”
They took on the task with much zeal
The pimple guy had a marvellous plan
Knew Rachel the young girl next door
Was always wearing the same shabby clothes
Decided she needed the wish much more
As for the old man, he'd had a good life
So he also wouldn't keep it for himself
Thought he would help out this needy family
Blessed them and wished them good health
So the silvery haired man and the pimple guy
Were rewarded for their unselfish act
Nevermore would they want for a thing in life
Absolutely nothing that they would lack!
Rooty Toot Toot, two men in a boot
Bobbing along on the foam
The pimple guy and the silvery haired man
Are heroes wherever they roam!
© Jack Ellison 2012
How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot
Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
An absolute thrill couldn't believe it's was real
Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core
When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now its different when you look into her eyes
Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow
Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay
Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!
The sleepy begonias undulating slightly so undisturbed
leaned forward to encourage and wish me good fortune,
while the apricot trees spread around their strong aroma,
a dazzling daylight was rising from the majestic mount;
a soft voice rose from the next room, it was mamma
calling me: I sprung from my bed in disorder without
feeling grumpy, the alarm playing Mozart's sonata failed:
pants and sweater were neatly ironed to enhance my figure!
Saddened neighbors waited outside with teary and sad eyes,
hugs were exchanged, my goodbye was intensely bitter and bleak;
Lucy, the girl next door, came running and embraced me twice,
" When you arrive in America, write me. I nodded, unable to speak.
The Autmn's shadows persisted, fighting the invading light with clouds;
each face I stared at reflected the profound sadness that stirred inside!
I glanced at the calendar: September 11, 1966 the day of departure,
fate set that date with my approval embarking me on that journey
to far America: stripping me of childhood's joys with little reward.
I departed from the house of my ancestors: a sturdy medieval castle
built for a price who rode horses through forests with echoing sound:
his name was never revealed, its a story dramatized with mystery.
Blue butterflies ballet in my tummy
Forehead swimming with my mind
Eyes red I feel funny nose is runny
Tangerine tingles crawl up my spine
If it isn’t love then I must be ill
For anytime I see you I blush
And red heart does cartwheels
I can never say very much
Like a bright firefly my eyes
Light up at sight of you
Your gaze could make me high
As a kite in the sky blue
What is your secret is it Cupid
An arrow shot my mahogany way
I try not to say something stupid
That I’d ruby regret one day
Don’t even know if you’re taken
I’ve no neon nerve to inquire
That thought has heart breaking
Setting silver soul on fire
Perhaps Cupid is an amethyst ally
Who works his magic in reverse
Next ill say hi this warm July
And try to make small talk white words
It’s funny how I miss something
That I’ve never hazel had
But I’ll say this for sure one thing
Thought of love make me glad
So it’s a rainy day in summer
So glad to see you looking well
I’m single so that’s no bummer
Showers of love may cause a spell
I am my mom's miracle child
The girl you didn't expect to live
The girl next-door that wasn't going to be successful
yes
I am that girl
I am the girl fighting with and for her weight to be normal
I am that girl running down her dreams
I am that girl searching for happiness
yes
I am that girl
I am that girl that didn't think she was beautiful
I am that girl you judged because I didn't measure up to your expectations
yes
I am that girl with the black skin and nappy hair
The girl you said is not good enough for your son
yes
I am that girl you never gave a chance
yes
I am that girl…but guess what?
I am that girl that will never give up
yes
I am that GIRL
Olivia Newton John was never ours to claim, and yet we did.
Because she became ours when she starred in our musical, Grease
An all American film, so it made sense to us. Sandy, girl next door.
The whole cast was magic; this black-leathered jacket teen musical.
Reminding us of West Side Story, but less ethnic.
All-American, which is why we had to claim Sandy as USA born.
We knew better, and yet, forty-four years later, we still do it.
This is how arrogant we are, snatching and claiming those we love.
Like Princess Diana, who was certainly never an American.
And yet we brazenly fell in love with her too, thinking she was.
Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall.
I entered my life of puberty with Charlie Hustle running to first;
Davey Concepcion turning two and Joe Morgan with a speedy burst.
Johnny Bench throwing out would be stealers, Pedro Borbon with a bending curve;
All happening on the summer of my first kiss – once I finally worked up the nerve.
With Tommy sleeping in the bed below – nary a care in the world,
George Foster launched an enormous shot while I tried to figure out the girls.
Jack Billingham was striking them out – an apt metaphor for my chances,
As I fantasized about dating girls while two bases Ken Griffey advances.
Tony Perez was still strapping them on; Don Gullet piled up some wins;
Cesar Geronimo owned center field while my hormones multiplied within.
Coming of age in Centerville, back in nineteen seventy-four,
Meant listening to the Cincinnati Reds while thinking about the girl next door.
At the young age of four,
I was given a special bear.
I called my teddy bear Cindy,
I took Cindy with me everywhere.
Cindy filled me with joy.
She made me smile again.
I cuddled her day and night.
Cindy took away my pain.
A have a very special Uncle.
He is completely unaware,
Of the emotional healing that began,
When he gave me my Cindy bear.
Cindy had replaced Kittens Teddy,
Which was given to the girl next door.
Although young, I've never forgotten
You see I'd never felt hurt before.
It's now been 46 years,
Since I was given my special bear,
Although worn and weathered,
Cindy is still in my care.
Uncle Robert you are so special.
This poem is dedicated to you.
The gift you gave me of love,
It's unique and special, just like you.
How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot
Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
What an absolute thrill can't believe it's real
Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core
When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now its different when you look in her eyes
Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow
Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay
Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!
© Jack Ellison 2013