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Forsooth impeachment hearings appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke - bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal stormy reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hirling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
Heads or tails, your first chance was good luck catch flipped on your plate.
Second chance, a line and lure cast by providence, to re-jig your fate.
First chance was fortuitous, a flippant fling to go for broke with no bounds.
Second chance cherished, cautious, circumspect, knowing there are no re-bounds.
First go target and objective, only valued and missed, when cast fell short.
Second go more focused on outcome, with clear plan and path providing support.
Getting a second chance is a double or nothing bet,
That you can win a second time, using what your first chance loss, beget.
journalist hours visit policy budget for all night viability of crime
the next debate was done
uncovering secrets of privacy violations is a job
violating pricacy of secret places we don't no well enough
is a policy writers wrong
for not being elsewhere or otherwise employed at the moment
all sorts of want ads are always awaiting the newspaper reader for innovative opportunity and adventure
back in the california worlds of different people
no questions are ready for the debate
infinite journalist objectives still the fix of debate
fact checking and rumination
all depressing and emotional ruin a despairing lust for life type of loser could want
endless hours of caffeine religion and madness
hard earned madness dealing with perception
too much options in the hidden dictionary lands of opinion pieces
and the like, go for broke and attempt living on a share of a dollar and a quarter in a lifetime
marching within a soul-less abbreviation of the subway ride to dinner, missing every chance to date the thing thats trendy. thats the malicious code of love i live with
#careermoves
For awhile now
I’ve thought mostly only
Of memories of you and me
I know what I feel
In my heart for you
Is that has always been
Meant to be
I faced my fears
I cried my tears
Over and over again
Some think shouldn’t this
Be your end
You told him what you needed
Why don’t you begin again?
I want you to know this time
I don’t want to let you go
I try so hard
To keep my mind busy
This isn’t ever easy
Depression sets in
Sadness begins again
And the wishing my
Life would end
Getting over you is something
My heart won’t accept my brain send
Then a new day
Brings in a ray of light
And a hope and prayer
That I haven’t lost sight
That sometimes you have to fight
For the feelings you believe
To be right
You don’t give in
This one you may
Actually win
Pushing everything aside again
Is a sin
Live now and go for broke
Cause this time
I don’t want to let you go
Yes I know damn good and well
You may be avoiding me
But still I can’t
Just let this be
I’ve come to see
All I’ve done wrong
And all I’ve done right
Thus far in my life
Perhaps now it’s your fears
That you need to face
Fight back those tears
Capture that grace
Seems like it’s you
That now needs to re-trace
Where you’ve been and
How the hell you got there
Where you are today
I know you are, because I am to
Still scared
Terrified of the unknown
I believe this time we’re ready
All seeds have been sewn
We as people have grown
Time has past
Moments moved on
But that don’t mean
The love we have for each other is gone
I’m here still holding on
Clinging to hope
Wishing on that star
That my prayer isn’t that far
Off from being answered
And if it does come full light
That I to you am some kind of cancer
A thorn in your side
You can’t bear
Don’t fear
Those maybe words I don’t want to hear
But I would have to for me to move on
To me though our hearts and souls
Will always have that special bond
However it’s you that has to take control
Push and repress the memories we share
You see it’s you that has to let me know
You have to tell me so
You’re gonna have to say goodbye
Until then when you really want is known
This time I don’t want to let you go
In younger days, if in a rush,
I’d race right over frozen slush
Without a thought of danger there
Of which I should be made aware.
Yet nowadays, I view the street
When there’s been snow or hail or sleet
As someplace where such dangers hide,
I might be better off inside.
I’ll venture out, but take each step
So gingerly, without the pep
That usually propels my gait
Each day when I perambulate.
Around me, all the younger crowd
Still walk like doubt is not allowed,
Especially since city folk
Most always seem to go for broke.
At least I know that once the ice
Has melted, I will not think twice
Of moving with my normal strut,
No fear of falling on my butt.
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
life at times feels so hard
so much going against you
everything around you so dirty
looking for a filter to be true
Everywhere you look is clogged up
like all is blocked just like sin
effecting every strand of life
everywhere you look is in a spin
There must be more to life
this echo is heard all over the place
but only in eternal truth, this is found
in the holy scriptures, you receive grace
So get on these swim trunks
whether it's your breaststroke
or even to crawl be like a fish
give it your all, just go for broke
Your reward will be worth it
live for God always forever
leave behind that awful pollution
drink in the living water, now that's clever
(Quote:
"I feel like a fish out of polluted water" - Anon.)
Went to the well and the well was dry
So what shall I do, oh me, oh my
My mind's in a quandary, what shall I do
I fear I've run dry, I haven't a clue
Is there some medication that I can take
My mind's in a dither for goodness sake
This surely can't be, I must go lie down
Will try a wee nap, my mind might rebound
Does this ever happen to you guys out there
Is this an affliction uncommon or rare
Will try it again gonna give it a shot
Gonna go for broke, give it all that I've got
So this should be easy, what rhymes with boy
It's uh... hang on... my heart's filled with joy
Hey, I think I'm finally back on the track
I'm saved, I'm saved, the old Jack is back
This smile on my kisser is here to stay
Unless once again my rhymes they do stray
It's a life or death issue so wish me good luck
Sorry about this, for being such a schmuck
I promise you friendlies from this day on
It's all copacetic and everything's calm
© Jack Ellison 2014
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021