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I think I'm happy...
Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
I wanted to go deeper, but the question brought me back to the surface
You know, that over used, over played, over copied, get out of jail free question
So, how did you feel?
A mental sigh fogs my mind, as I wait for the dust to settle, I try to paint what can't be replicated in any art
My response a cliche of my own just to joust back
In case we're keeping score
I'm deadly competitive to a fault, laughing to myself touché
Oh, my reply, I almost forgot
The cliche runs from my mouth: the words to describe it are lost but if found it would be something like watching the American Day Dream on the big screen except you're the main character
When your mood matches the brightness within the sunrise of your eyes and you’re by no means even a little bit of an early bird
You hear the sound of vinyl recorded melodies on repeat as you brush your teeth
The dust slowly undresses as I then get dressed
Looking for the perfect outfit is comparable to searching for these words
And don't even get me started on shoes
The right pair will have everyone on their heels and can capture the eyes to the soul
That day my soul sang solo after the shower rained down cleansing compliments
Chanting for an encore
The volume of the claps is turned down
The dust has finally kissed the ground
And for the reveal my reflection sees a familiar memory
As my mouth curves like a rose into a shape it hasn't felt in awhile
I've been chasing this flowery feeling like the butterfly tasting the flight of bliss
I grab as fast as I can, gripping the steering wheel headed to the destination
Shouting I'm never letting go
As my opposite palm holds her hand
I want to stop to picture frame this memory
I have to stop and picture frame this memory
We stop at the red light, and she asks: can I borrow a forehead kiss
I respond: as long as you come back again
p.s. this is happiness, it was something like that...
*Image of Revelation 19 by Pixabay.
The Savior And The Sound
In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.
***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.
2019 September 10
I like to start each day feeling safe and happy…
usually this leads to a grin
and the hope that my family and friends are also safe and happy
as their day is about to begin.
And I like to think them at least once every evening…
before another day slips away…
hoping they’re still safe and happy…
hoping they all had a good day.
I believe life is a series of beginnings and endings…
looming in the shadows like silhouettes…
every birth has its death,
every first note its last…
every sunrise has its sunset.
But as we experience beginnings and endings
I know this also is true…
most of our life is spent in the middle…
living between the two.
There is no doubt beginnings are important…
as are also those times we must bid adieu…
but I also believe it’s in those middles…
where all of our dreams come true.
So, for me, there is no better time than the beginning or the end of each day
to sit back
to reflect….
close my eyes…
and think of those times in between…
in the middle…
where happiness lies.
We said goodbye
You and I
Tossed a coin
Who would cry
You won
Time went by
You went on to marry Joe
I got blown up
From head to toe
Along came baby, Jill
Your pride and joy
Such a thrill
I started the long road back
With a dummy leg, I nicknamed Jack
It was hate at first sight
Throwing him down every night
Sadly, Joe passed away
Your life crashing down
That fateful day
Jack and I changed tact
We sort of made a little pact
I wouldn’t throw him down
If he walked straight on the ground
You came to terms with your loss
Went back to work
Still the boss
Now you and little Jill
Moving on, moving still
I had finally trained Jack to run
Not very far, granted
He still moaned at will
But I told him straight
Tomorrow the hill
The sun was shining
Good day to go out
Drive into the country
Out and about
Right Jack, today’s the day
Do not upset me in any way
Just try to keep straight
Is that okay
Mummy, look at all the sheep
A cow, goats
Mummy, horses too
What’s that, Mummy
Jack decided to leave him on the downside of the hill
Rejoining him at the bottom
Leg with no thrill
I swear to god I will shoot you dead
Looking up at an Angel and a little girl in dread
Been a long time, Tony
Still running I see
Hope when you said shoot
You weren’t meaning me
No I was talking to Jack my leg
He hasn’t quite mastered running yet
Reminds me of a girl I once knew
Oops, that girl would be you
So you called your leg after me
That’s real sweet
Maybe that’s why she keeps leaving you
Wouldn’t you agree
I think you could be right
Having had lots of time to reflect in the small hours of the night
So, who’s this lovely little girl
This is my daughter, Jill
I know what you’re thinking
This fairytale came true
They got back together
Like they’re supposed to do
Alas not
Well, not till Jack mastered getting down on one knee
I mean, how hard can it be.
Illnesses besetting
Parents aging
Chilled waves of anxiety
buffet the shore
Thunderclouds dampening
soil and spirits
Cellos, subdued in minor sonority
play Eleanor Rigby in my mind
Painted ponies gnashing
at their metallic captivity
In February
Health returning
Sandpipers scatter as we approach
Collecting shells
with smiling mother
Children's laughter rains down
on half-filled sand pails
Thundering gales of glee
as they test the frigid ocean
Trumpets dance to the melodic riff
of Good Day, Sunshine
The painted ponies go up and down,
'round and 'round
the brass ring again in sight
In February
watching her play guitar
listening to her sing
first, urge for going
next, river
i smile, knowing that these may be her last
holding her and warming her
listening to julian lennon's valotte
recognizing the pattern and the theme of rivers,
we decide to drive there
as i go to get her ocean blue blanket, she smiles at me and laughs
once upon a time we could not stand the sight of each other
the arguments were such that could make a blazing inferno cower
the time that we spent in the auspices of our individual growth matured the loathing into pure love
i laugh with her at the absurdity of our past and history
my sweet pecan praline beauty was diagnosed with terminal cancer five months ago today
the story of this day is joy and jovial benevolence
God Blessed Us with a Good Day for her today
after the complete and total opposite yesterday,
i will take the savings in my tear account and let it draw interest until
i pull up bobby goldsboro's honey on my phone
after making sure she is safe, secure, warm, and okay,
off we go to our favorite riverfront spot
it is where my life so beautifully and wonderfully changed,
and i will cherish that Precious Moment Forever.....
Miss Muffet was very tired of fear.
She wanted tuffets under her rear.
She glared at the spider,
the can of Raid beside her:
that icky thing became a white smear.
She stomped the spider into the ground,
screaming, “Die! Die! You wretched old hound!”
Then she held up the Raid,
any others she sprayed.
Indeed, 'twas a good day all around.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
oh no she has failed to see
the one with red eyes of three
teeth all strung out wide
there's nowhere to hide
don't you come running to me
BY TIM SMITH
That old spider just laughed in her face
Said, “Hey Muffet you sprayed the wrong place.
Raid will not make me die
But it could hurt a fly
In the spider world I’m super race!"
BY JAN ALLISON
Miss Muffet just couldn't stop grinning.
She said, “This is just the beginning.
Praying Mantis will do,
and he's right behind you.
Face it, Ugly, I'll just keep winning."
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Miss Muffet cooked a batch of curds and whey
then asked the spider to come out and play
he went straight for her dish
Then I heard a big "SQUISH"
She ended the super race without bug spray
BY LIN LANE
Oh no! This would not be fair
Another spider was there
Spidy web flashed
The raid can crashed
And Mantis didn't have a prayer!
BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
It is a nice sunny day
in the eastern Riverina
It is a perfect day to go for a ride
on my klr 650
might go for a ride to
circumnavigate Hume weir
yep
sounds like a plan
so I am thinking about
dropping in a Bunnings
to get some nails
to finish lining that shed
hm, then I could go to bcf
to get some gas cartridges
for the camp stove
yeah, no worries
that will all fit in my backpack
so, done all that
riding along the winding road
and see that the town of Tallangatta
has the big garage sale
I pull up at a few sites and
stumble upon this quaint
old wind up alarm clock
I wind it up a little, it works
ticking away nicely
it goes in the backpack
It is a beautiful day
and I enjoy my ride on the klr 650
as I get back to Holbrook
I get a snack at the bakery
and am about to head home
but the highway patrol decides to
do a random breath test on me
which returns zero
Strangely enough, between the noise
of the traffic and a few local swearing about
the lack of rain
the police officer hears a ticking noise
in my backpack
he seems concerned about that
and immediately gets his partner
to pin me down
and calls for backup
They have this scanner
which detects bomb making material
in my pack, and a ticking sound
so I am in trouble now
the backup units turn up
the area gets locked down
I am thrown into an armored vehicle
handcuffed etc.
The bomb squad turn up
they don't like the gas cylinders mix
with the nails and the ticking noise
Funny enough, they don't believe my story
why I bought those items......
It was a good day to go
for a ride on my klr 650.
Nearly lost my at work because….
…yes someone has died and I think you might be
next
Turn that frown
…only if gravity changes
Are you okay
…well I was until you came closer
Can I phone anyone for you
….the hospital tell them your blood type
I again not a psychopath
but their is definitely traces
If you need a shoulder to cry on
always pick the one with a hunch
Would you like to talk
not really haven’t stopped for most of my life
The person who bought the thing
that the thought they liked
doesn’t
Sony gave away their stock vr units with the new ps5
Sorry that’s an advert in my poem
then I want a percent
Aging …………………………………my poetry
beyond the abed bird
Not having a good day
excuse me I just need to fill up my chainsaw it is in my locker
Some days are diamonds
Some days aren't that great
After many many years on this planet Earth
I've discovered attitude makes a huge difference
This WILL be a good day because I WILL it to be
WILLing it CAN make it so
Where there's a WILL, there's a way
An old saying but it still holds true today
We must always look on the bright side of life
Days of sadness are unavoidable
But can be made less formidable by one's attitude
As we age, those things that were so very important
No longer have the same relevance
Our outlook on live is much more relaxed
Much more like 'WHATEVER!”
It's really too bad this feeling can't be achieved
While we're young
To enjoy while we still have many years ahead of us
I guess I should practice what I preach
Because today is not turning out to be a good one
But my WILL and ATTITUDE to survive
WILL see me through
© Jack Ellison 2014