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You're fooling yourself
You don't need that to fly
You don't need that to burn
You don't need that to cry.
Use it as an excuse
Blot out reason for why?
Try to justify
But don't expect me to see why
You don't even try
A day would soon go by
A start of being dry?
But what the hell's the use?
Of trying to convince you?
You don't need that to fly
Let it rule your life
Let it take control of your mind
Why should you put up a fight?
Sit there, drink it all tonight!
Your pride's too tough to make the call
To stand and look into your eyes
To face up to your lies
You feed yourself the whys!
The reasons you despise
The man behind your eyes
You don't listen to his cries.
There must be something besides love
Another good topic for a poem
Perhaps I'll write about nature and stuff
And the chilly winds a-blowin'
October in Canada has that nip in the air
That foretells of the season ahead
For those that are into those winter sports
Bet you're can't get it out of your head
Well maybe when I was a very young'un
Snow time meant barrels of fun
But this guy's quite old and crotchety now
Snow means falling on me bum
Can't wait for spring just six months to go
The months can't go by fast enough
Perhaps I'll hibernate just like the bears
Then wake up and brush of the dust
Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian eh!
It's the law, I'm required to like winter
They could lock me up, throw away the key
It's also against the law to whimper
(sniff!)
© Jack Ellison 2013
Stands up when He whispers in your ear
Falling down year after tear
Waiting in line till it's your turn
Being shown the door and the shade burns
He rides you and the whip flails
The widow waits each month for the check in the mail
The whisper remembers as the tree sheds each Fall
Will he see his shadow, will he see what he saw
Stands alone does the spring crocus
She waits for the Sun
And Mother spins and spins
She waits as the Robin for the peck of her egg
Dying as the bullet shreds his memory of the flag
Stands for the widow as his breath sags
The politician wears full armor as he speaks at the mic
Stand up ,vote and the reward helps to see the light
And the years go by and the body starts to lean
The wrinkles round the bend and pick up steam
To stand tall when all say you're wrong
The last bar closes with the last song
The rose is killed as she stands
Trash strewn and the wind
The Sun goes dark and a single tear
And He whispers goodnight
Sal, the neighborhood guy
by Edmund Siejka
“Hey Sal how you doing?
Holding down the same corner, right?”
“Yeah. Why is that bothering you?”
“It’s time Sal. Settle down, find a nice girl, get married
and move from this neighborhood.”
“Why? And be like you. Miserable and always sneaking back to the block?”
“I like to visit.”
“Yeah, you like to come back to see how bad everything’s become.”
“No, that’s further from the truth.”
“Well, let me tell you something the Avenue’s still busy
And people are buying
And new stores are opening up.”
“But they’re not the same stores we used to go to.”
“Whaddya mean? You prejudice or something?
These are hard working people
Y’know if you can’t find anything you ask
And somebody will help you.”
“C’mon Sal you know what I mean. Let’s be copacetic.”
“Hey, I only got a high school education. Whaddya trying to tell me?”
“I’m not trying to say anything. You’re thinking too much.”
“So anyway, how’s the job? You eatin’ and the wife’s happy?”
“Yeah, I’m eatin’ good,
Gotta go to the gym, lose some weight y’know?”
“Yeah, I can tell. Your belly is jiggling all the way.
Man, you gotta cut out the carbs.”
“Whaddya know about carbs?”
“Sugar and all those sweets.”
“Yeah, you got me there. I love pastries.
Can’t live without them.”
“Well, you need to learn to live without some things.
You don’t have to have everything in the whole wide world.”
“Yeah, be like you. Standing on the corner watching life go by.”
“At least I didn’t become something I’m not. So, think about this.
When people see you cruising by,
They laugh and say ‘Look who’s back.’
So, adios friend,
See ya around next time.”
Like a buzzing bumble bee welcoming
the opening of stunning new blooms,
she flits constantly from page to page
just to check out all the new poems.
If you are one of the lucky new poets,
she will pollinate your written work
with a sparkling comment that will
often leave you in such a state of awe
that rendering a response beyond
just a simple "thank you" is difficult.
She is loved by many new poets
and appreciated by even more
while others green with jealously
envy her own poetic skill and talent.
She may go by this name or that name,
or occasionally use her given name,
but to all those who really do care
she will always be our "Poet Destroyer."
[verse]
Break through
comon now
leave it behind
on the ground
let it fall where it may
from another day
and move on...
get a move on!
[verse]
Walk on
purse your lips
wet your whistle
lick your lips
whistle a tune
make the time go by
and remember
again when you used to be my guy
because it was your way
or the highway
but it's the highway for you
cause see I choose
[pre-chorus]
pick up the beat
pick up your feet
get it now
its defeat
so move along
[chorus]
I was never in your pocket
you were at my side
but it ain't all that hard
to boot you aside
I take it in stride
I know my worth
[verse]
I have things to do
and they ain't frettin on you
life's too short
to straighten you out
Ya tell me how awesome you are
Then move along to the next
I am sure you can razzle dazzle er
cause I am just your ex
[bridge]
I don't hang on to anyone
that ain't hanging onto me
If you aren't completely sold
Then it's no damn place to be
[verse]
The sun will still rise
and then it will set
better things to do
then even let my eyes get wet
think I will make a pie
a pie for one
sounds 'bout right
[outro]
No time for dabblers
nor friends with bennies
if if you can't romance me
get the hell out again
you see I was a commitment
not a when you were feeling it
and maybe oh just maybe
you missed that
didja?
With friend in tow, we take a stroll
Slight change of scenery
To bid farewell to summer's spell
And its fading greenery
My carefree friend took one last spin
Through weeds now turning gold
Then chased a squirrel hiding brown pearls
To dig in winter's cold
There's flying V's. on Southern breeze
In loud squawking migration
Flying in low to let us know
Their Southern destination
As they go by, wings wave good-bye
As autumn closes in
My friend and I watch them and sigh
Then feel a shift in the wind
Sunlight filters through branches of elm
Discarding summer's fashionable leaves
Wearing golden hues tinged in rust
They fall as tears from one who grieves
My companion sprints after them
But soon gives up the chase
Returning to match his steps with mine
We saunter on at an easy pace
Clouds are rolling in from the North
Painting the sky gray, a little dark
We stop for a moment in hesitation
Wondering if we should leave the park
But we're having such a great time walking
On this crisp cusp of summer's day
And though we didn't do much talking
My Buddy and I decide to stay
By Lin lane and Daniel Turner
As we sit here watching the world go by,
Desperately, we all long to be free.
We see everything and long for the sky.
We just want to fly away and live in the trees.
But she keeps us trapped here, by her side,
Never to experience life on our own.
We are doomed to follow her every stride.
But, at least, we’ll never be alone.
At times, she covers us and hides us in the dark,
But that does keep us warm when it’s cold.
We long for the light and the life of a monarch,
And our story may still, someday, unfold.
We should just be content on being what we are,
Beautiful things for others to admire.
Although, nearby, there may be a few scars,
As tattoos, someone may see us and be inspired.
Summer sun
so high above
brightly shines
on grass so green
so near now
but still a ways
grows so close
perhaps today
words that are
carved in stone
say nothing of
what once was
flowers wilt
by teddy bears
hand drawn cards
stained with tears
a grassy plot
of virgin soil
that has been bought
for future need
days go by
and months do flee
before they come
and fall on knees
children laugh
and run about
and parents hush
as they grieve
plans are made
and costs are paid
as fear does grow
day by day
memories burn
and yet they fade
till grass and stone
alone they lay
Life is a shadow that changes with time.
The sun shall rise on life one day.
The shadow cast is small.
As life goes on and years go by,
the shadow stretches tall.
So when the shadow chases time
and each day spreads its wings,
I carry on and live my life
while doing many things.
As years go by and knowledge grows,
the shadow grows as well.
Those days I pondered shadow length,
it urged me to excel.
The time affects my life and breath.
It’s like a brutal lord.
It whips my shadow like a steed.
They work in one accord.
So how can I redeem the time,
and slow the shadow’s sprint?
I strive to see my life become
much more than just a glint.
I must confirm my life is more
than something I have wrought.
I’ve made my peace with God above.
My shadow fades to naught.