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Really, no kidding, is this today’s thinking?
Just be demure, sweet with a dark soul sinking.?
Jealousy of all who have a dime more than we,
We haughtilly wish, they hang from the nearest tree?
We judge those so harshly, who drive a new Jaguar?
While God looks at us and wonders what makes us above par?
The USA is hardly an unfree, brutal, Communist Cuba
But if jealousy has you by the neck,go there and play the tuba!
Neither you nor I are to judge the goodness of our fellow woman or man.
It is better to spend time, living , sharing, with all we can.
Judge yourself, if you wish, all day long..
But..far better to love all, a most holy, sweet song.
I mean that by our actions, for the young and the old
This will make us happy, and create in us, hearts of gold..
10/25/2024
Dedicated to Patricia Stevens, my friend who made time for people and
brightened their days. I miss her kindness, humility and her example.
Ode To Pretty Cat
My cat has female inclinations when it purrs
It does not speak in English using words
But has a perfect soul
Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur
Prefers not fighting and takes flight
At any sign of danger or such notions
Avoids all confrontations
Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold
He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans
Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions
Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions
He’s such a pretty boy
Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions
Such fun and dangling’s, to drag them down, as pleasure toys
We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections
He’s such a pretty thing
Who simply glows
He’s almost human
It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day
I would love to be with kitty all the time
But work and life get in the way
So I must work so Pretty Cat can play
It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions
Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles
Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip
Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat
We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back
I just love being with my little friend
A true city kitty cat
Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty
My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold
It clings to it and swings with fevered paws
As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock
Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot
It is through comfort found in twine and string
My cat and I find true happiness in things
When I’m with Pretty Cat problems fade far away
Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow
Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake
Our play time has no measure in the hours
I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine
Created on 11/04/14 for “Pets” -Poetry Contest
Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason
Coach signals in a play
I get flagged for delay
The defense has eaten my receivers
My wristband is befuddled
Bill collectors in the huddle
My sports agents, they are all deceivers
The center snaps the ball
The linemen take a fall
I am being rushed by the Hulk and the Thing
I am scrambling about
Trying to scream and shout
While the running back is counting up his bling
Before they kick my ass
I fire off a pass
And it is floating towards our end zone
Suddenly I am standing there
The ball coming in the air
And I’m talking to my mother on the phone
I want to be the hero
The scoreboard clock now shows zero
And the ball just continues above to float
The paperboy starts to shout it
“Everybody read all about it”
As the headlines say that I am the goat
The ball zooms over head
Coach Lombardi now is dead
The cheerleaders put their pom-poms away
I remain standing all alone
In the now empty end zone
Wishing I could run just one more play
My wife and kids have left me
I have grass stains on my knee
They now live with the winning quarterback
I fail in my audition
For the announcers position
And revive myself from a heart attack
My life is incomplete
As I hang up my cleats
My jersey number will not be retired
I try going home
To the place where I was cloned
And as the high school football coach to get hired
I drink myself to sleep
Praying my soul to keep
And wondering what happened to my life
The obit is really small
No accomplishments are recalled
I am buried still wearing my Bikes
There’s always soap
To kill the germs,
Remove the scum
And wash dead skin cells
Down the drain.
Is there hope
To kill the ‘worms’ inside?
Remove the scum and stay alive?
Clean the head, scrub brain cells:
And with one voice, scream, “We can learn!”
No time for Soap Operas,
No time for dopes.
No time for hang ups;
All hung up on soap-on-a-rope.
Just remove the scum already.
No time for silly fragrances
That cover up our stench and filthiness.
The time is now,
To clean up our act.
The time is now,
As a matter of fact.
The time is now
To take the plunge,
Get baptized!
Remove the scum!
And for goodness’ sake,
Please bathe, or at the very least,
Dance in a rain shower
With rainbows sparkling down
With full flower power.
And don’t be a numb skull,
use sume soap.
They say, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
But I say, mispelling is not a sin
Nor are grammatical errors.
It’s just more proof
That I am ... only human.
I am not a robot,
Snowflake.
I've got a Bobble Head Buddha
That nods on the dash
Some guy named Gideon
Whose Bible rides in the back
Rainbow covered Rosary beads
Hang from my mirror with ease
I've got all the bases covered
As pretty as you please
Have my cassette of Hindu chants
Where I hum along
Shaved my head for Hare Krishna
In case I get it wrong
Holy water in my reservoir
So when my windshield wipers wipe
I have that added protection
Never knowing what might
A Yarmulke from a Bar Mitzvah
In the seat next to me
With a case of Watchtower in the floorboard
I pass out for free
No cigarettes or coffee
Like a good Latter Day Saint
In case Jesus comes back a third time
Who's to say that he ain't
With all my bases covered
I feel pretty safe
Guess I can now crank the engine
And start out my day
I'm a firm believer in Jesus Christ (who's only come once but will return) and his saving grace.
I just watch some people these days bounce around from whatever religion makes them feel good and this little ditty came to mind. Each of us have a hole in our hearts only the true God can fill. If you're not satisfied with where you're at, that right there is the problem. Don't rely on man to tell you who God is...let God do that.
AQUAMARINE waves kiss the shore as gulls fly overhead.
CRIMSON Geraniums hang in baskets on the porch.
We've planted LAVENDER outside the garden gate for luck,
and lined the driveway with LILAC bushes.
There is a LEMON tree and a TANGERINE tree in the back yard.
They offer shade and luscious fruit.
I don my best CHARTREUSE muumuu and a CORAL necklace and bracelet,
with a SAFFRON colored ribbon in my hair to welcome my guests.
We will sit in the garden and sip WATERMELON wine,
as we discuss my new home and what to do with it.
This will be where I will come to enjoy nature and find peace.
It will be the place where I will come to retire in this quaint little village.
It will be my sanctum sanctorum.
My little house by the sea.
April 14,2021
I think that I’ll try to write one of those poems that doesn’t rhyme,
The poems that I like to write tend to rhyme all the time.
Oops, not a very good start.
Be creative. Be descriptive.
Use flower scented words that escape from the reader’s strawberry stained lips like soft
snowflakes on a still winter morn and hang in the air like a single feathery sword from the
deliciously soft down pillow on grandmother’s feather bed after a playful tussle with my
angelic son.
Oh yeah, that works … Not.
A subject. I need a subject.
Think, think, think.
Something that would be interesting to read. Or something that is witty and funny – laughter
is always good. Or something that makes people think and ponder and put their finger to
their chin and go, “Mmmmm”.
I usually read these kind of poems and can’t figure them out,
I am left wondering what the heck I just read about.
Hey, that rhyme was a mistake – it happened on its own.
Oh, who am I kidding, I can’t write this kind of poem!
It’s hard being old-fashioned. But, hey, that’s who I am. Besides, no one ever reads my
poems anyway. I’ll bet you are not even reading it now.
So much for the witty humor – bet you didn’t even notice it.
Oh well, think I’ll go write a poem – one that rhymes.
A kindly lady lives in a large house with her brother, both unmarried, both elderly, say, around seventy. I stayed with them for two years— with the two graceful hosts. More than the income from a paying guest, they seemed to care more for some souls in a two-storied sprawling mansion. Soon you become part of that household. But then, you have to leave the town on transfer, and they let you with a heavy heart. On my part too it is difficult to part. You promise to visit them sometime and leave. But ‘soon’ somehow gets stretched to three long years, and when you manage to visit, it is too late. Death, man’s nearest companion, had called on them, and in a span of a few days, you come to know.
With some sense of sin
You tear away from the scene,
A void whirls within,
Draped in memories
We hang on with heavy heart,
Void’s the way of life.
__________________________
Haibun |07.08.2021|
After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias touch each faith-filled belief.
Hardy Heath hones its spring dream leaf.
Impatiens show the power of flowers.
Jasmine’s scent is softly layered while
Kangaroo Paws hang from the upper air.
Lilacs quench thirsty human eyes as
Magnolias generate sincere, awed sighs.
Nippon Spirea buds use spring to tantalize.
Orchid blooms are a spring-spectacular and
Prime Primrose buds are ever popular.
Quality Quince pome fruit is a beauty.
Ready Ranunculus do their spring duty.
Springtime Sweet Peas and Spirea do their part.
Tender Tartarian Dogwoods warm our hearts.
Uplifting Ursinia blooms heed spring’s call.
Viburnum clusters daintily enthrall
While Wax flowers please us, one and all.
Xeranthemum Sunflowers’ charms never lack.
Yellow Anemone’s sweet power packs and
Zennias’ zest tell us that spring is back.
Children see things in a simple way
They could teach us a lot, my friends
Makes sense and it's perfectly logical
That eleventy-ten follows ten
Sadly they have to eventually grow up
And lose their childhood innocence
Again to see the world through their eyes
Before life's problems commence
Life's not complicated as in later years
Just black and white, no greys
No traumas, no hang-ups, no challenges
To trouble their brain each day
They just say it and play it like it is
No delusions of fame or riches
They simply live and enjoy the moment
And scratch where the itchy spot itches
Those days are distant and gone forever
But I still remember them well
When I see some tots on a teeter totter
I just sit and watch for a spell
Children see things in a simple way
They could teach us a lot, my friend
Makes sense and it's perfectly logical
That eleventy-ten follows ten
@Jack Ellison 2012