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How many of us, go down in history
Well she went down on me, just you wait and read
It happened ten tears ago, boy was it out of this world
The moment she took me in, boy her kisses swirled
We were so suited, atmospheric was our attraction
Bare to naked I was, receiving her reaction
Cheeky was this first Lieutenant, her hands everywhere
I succumbed to her intentions, near explosive was my stare
It's only when I looked down, two eyes espied in pout
Pleasured by her wanting, me I'm inside out
I found myself amidst, convulsions so far from home
Lost in pleasured dome, ring a ring a rosy roamed
Taken, spent I am, we rejoiced in our elation
History has been made, communication on the Space Station
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Can we talk about love in the twilight years
Ain't not no expert I must confess
But the older I get, find myself ogling young ladies
Might even think this old guy's obsessed
Not at all my friends, I can take 'em or leave 'em
Now what the hell am I saying
Prettying up the landscape more than us guys
Hope there's plenty upstairs I'm praying
How boring to live an eternity without ladies
Sure wouldn't look forward to that
Rather go down below where the bad girls are
They'd certainly adjust my thermostat
I've led a clean life for the most part I'd say
But for a couple of minor infractions
Like running around with a bunch of loose women
All part of a young lad's passion
Let's talk about love, a favourite subject of mine
Ain't not no expert I must confess
The older I become, the more decrepit and sad
Going to miss seeing girlies undress
© Jack Ellison 2015
Line of inquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
SIPPING COFFEE
Mmm…I savor the new day, every day, the cup of life I’ve been blessed with and I rest with. The warmth that spreads from lips to tongue to chest. My heart tastes the fruitful beans, crushed with testing and pain, that brings out the flavor of shared experiences, which soulful eyes reach and touch one another, to comfort.
When we fully share, down to the last sip, we let go and find pleasures that go beyond our wildest dreams.
How do we let go? We must meditate on truth. Our honesty will clear the fog from our eyes. We breathe our lies, with coffee breath, until otherwise we read between the lies.
Our dove-white handkerchief wipes the smile off our pretty faces, wipes away our shame and disgraces. Did we say grace? Did we show grace? Time and time again we scrub away the grinds.
When I have nothing to hide, I can lean in and lend an ear to a friend. I am that certain age, where the boiled water of my kettle doesn’t steam out the corner of my eyes. I wear no disguise. I am not bitter, free of acid; I go down like an elixir. I share this dopamine booster and hear “aha…aha…mmm!” Those moments are sweet. I live precariously through my young friend and delight where she is headed, into the light.
I am not the cure. It is God within me.
Robot Monologue 27
Hello! Is anybody there? No?
According to the papers found today
And rusting rubble everywhere
Time apparently had passed
The world abruptly ended
People and machines like me did not survive
The past is now what passed forever
Apparently I've been off line awhile
In my storage box a mile underground
For months, most likely years
It’s just not clear when I came back to life
I can’t remember or it does not compute
Obliteration is not something to forget
I’m sure there is no cure or fix
There’s nothing left to do but walk in solitude
When the earth comes back to life again
A billion years from now
With man, machines and other oddities
To blow themselves to pieces
I’ll do it all again
Walk the world alone until it ends
Or go down with them like I’m supposed to
Like I was built to
I traversed to the sea once again
I’ve gone down to the sea
To let the rolling waves renew me
As they crash like a metronome
Marking time for the slowest funeral dirge composed
All a part of the therapy I suppose
I sit and listen feeling alive and at peace
The waves continue lapping the shore
Their music doth my soul restore
The magic doesn’t lie within the sea or sand
But rather in the mind of me the man
The Sun sets in spectacular fashion
It’s as if it’s the only time it’s happened
For I now in the moment be
Eyes transfixed on shimmering seas
I will traverse to the sea once again
I’ll go down to the sea
You should come with me
Penny Lane is dead
They all said
Took her out back
Gave the Aussie a shovel attack
Later shots were heard
Witnessed only by the nocturnal birds
Observing the murder go down
After bullets made the deadly sound
Companions who party
Should be a little more smarty
Since someone could drug the cupcakes
Served by the friendly fake
When she was baked
But true love
Watching from above
Saw the couple
Facing trouble
Working together
Fighting the hatred weather
Brought Penny Lane back
Who suffered a shovel attack
Now alive
Penny Lane grabbed the cycle wings ride
Big girls they did sing
Knowing one thing
They evened the score
Winning the war
Despite wearing facial gore
Penny Lane next time you meet
Enjoy the celebration sweets
With a true mate
A holiday worthy date
Especially when you both defend
Not needing any blokey men
Bev Smith coined the phrase “Jackisms”
That's an honour in no uncertain terms
If Poetry Soup should create a new category
I'll go down in history, it's confirmed
I'll be famous alongside Shelley and Keates
Will be known the whole world over
I'll be loved by millions with untold riches
Literally I'll be rolling in clover
Enough about me, what this catrgory will add
Is a whole new dimension to this art
Jackisms will add the opportunity of the ages
For those with joy in their hearts
I am truly humbled and my thanks go to Bev
For recognizing my great genius-osity
The talent of expressing ourselves with humour
So I expect to read much frivolity
Don't write me letters, this is all meant in fun
Now see this is exactly what I mean
Create some giggles and big time guffaws
Remember I USUALLY keep 'em clean!
© Jack Ellison 2015
"Bloodbath in the Bog"
Bloodbath in the Bog
Leeches go down hard on turtles
fattened egos in a feeding frenzy
agitated mosquitoes land on the slime
to take a taste
grinning hares race each other out the gates
wasting life and time
smoking the green grass
eating all the pretty flowers
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Edible Flowers" / Finn Brothers
https://youtu.be/UY8xoSERti4
“But looks can be deceptive
and that sweet looking field
can be a dangerous man eater.
The meadow is actually a peat bog-
more specifically a blanket bog -
and while it's a rich habitat for wildlife watchers,
it hides potential dangers for the unwary.”
English colloquialism/Bog.
The rivers are running dry and there are no rain clouds in the sky; the rain birds have flown away, and summer is coming this way, and it seems like it is here to stay. I went outdoors in the sweltering looking for water to cool down my feet, but all the pipes were dry, and I had to rely on the water trickling down from the sky, but the sun is out in full force spreading the heat across the floor and my throat is getting hoarse. Come let’s go down to the spring and examine what nature brings, mineral water is springing up from the ground, but the fountain of life is nowhere to be found; someone has taken it away and replace it with a dry log that looks extremely sad. The fountain of truth is looking for you; the fountain of truth will tell you what to do, you have raised your hands to the sky, but no tear is coming from your eyes. My eyes are dry and I just cannot cry and the fountain is about to break, and everyone will have to hurry through the gate. There are many things that you cannot see, and they are the things that are affecting thee. The military will march through the town with a symbol that will make you frown; they will erect camp all around the town and clean up the garbage all around; you must corporate with the heaven above and take care of business before it’s too late. The official start of summer will bring multiple sorrows, June twenty, 2026, is when simmer begins, and it is the time when nature will sing. The sun will move about in full force, and you will have to escape in a dug-out boat. Make your summer plans ahead of time and everything will be fine. July forth is coming up so get ready to ride on the big bus, prices will go up and some doors will shut. London, Paris, Tokyo, New York, Berlin, Seoul are waiting for you, and it is time to make that big move. The fountain of truth is knocking on your door; the fountain of truth wants you to have more; water is life and the ground is dry but there is a spring that is running inside.
Water is the fountain of life so come and see me tonight.
As humanity wanders
through terrifying valleys
I go to ask river
why is earth irrigated by terrified tears of the innocent and helpless?
river stays silent
pouring into sea
pouring into sea
I go down and ask river
why is the soil made red by the blood of women and children?
river stays silent
pouring into sea
pouring into sea
And then it came to me
river is telling a story
about truths inevitability
corruption misery and destruction
no match for truth that lies within
the truth playing itself out before the world
murdered children
speak of need
for new love world
river tells me this story
as it washes into sea
deer dance to truth song every morning
and birds sing it
_________
conclusion: dawn time
interesting how dawn is red
reminding us of the blood of innocents
river o river thank you…
may sea finally absorb all currents of misery
and may we be one again.