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2025.3.15
Today, I visited Sorrento back Beach.
Swam only for five minutes.
Both the swell and the current
Were too high and too strong for me.
Fortunately, the Lifeguard Mason,
Assisted me to get down to the ocean,
Where the waves were less violent.
I held onto his yellow rescue board,
Under my armbit, as he instructed.
When the perfect moment arrived,
Mason asked me to flow and then to dive,
I managed to swim butterfly style.
Mason curious raised a question
If I could do other swim fashion
He was quite amaze when I said
I could do all the swim techniques.
I had a fantastic time today
First time swam in such big waves
With the assistance by the Lifeguard Mason
From the Sorrento Surf Life Saving Club.
I sincerely thank Mason and his Life guard team.
I felt privileged and being blessed to have
Such a wonderful day trip to swimming.
I wished my friend was here with me,
To capture on video or photos
All the fun and new swimming experience.
I had one grandma who lived to 100 years old,
and recall her as very wrinkled and fragile;
but she loved little children and chocolates,
we always brought some when we visited.
My other grandma lived to 93 years old,
she had always been the family storyteller;
and inspired me to be a writer of poetry,
she told me, write for the world to read.
My parents worked hard to provide for us,
they sacrificed but seemed so happy with life;
we were far from well to do but had everything,
sadly, they were both destined to die young.
As for myself, I really should not be still breathing,
as I had a huge accident years ago but lived;
I have had a heart attack, a stroke, kidney failure,
I am diabetic, and almost went blind.
I live in moments - as the next one is not promised,
I eat healthy but things I like, I exercise each day;
walk three times a week for three hours,
and go to the gym three times a week.
I have made my peace with this life and I am ready,
have said goodbye to so many beloved;
have cried enough to fill the ocean blue,
so now, I consider each day given, a gift . .
You’re huge, you’re seismic, you’re mighty and deep,
We love that you don’t really care,
About him or her or anyone at all,
Still you work within rules that are fair,
Like rising to a peak then calmly cascading,
Pulling everything down to the ground,
Where you crack and crash, burst and boom,
And you pummel, and punch, and pound,
All the folks that are caught in your fight to the death,
Where you tell them to escape or die,
Where you give them a chance to rise up to the top,
Or to simply just say goodbye.
And everyone loves your turbulent power,
Your free energy heading to land,
We all love you throwing us round like a doll,
Our majestic blue wave on the sand.
an elephant and a mouse, were the best of friends,
everything they shared, from bed on grass to food they taste.
Jeremy the wisest elephant, and Elena the smartest mouse,
had so much fun together, planned to build a palatial house.
you are big – the mouse says, you are tiny – the elephant laughs,
together we are so powerful, together we are strong enough.
they built a palace, majestic, with huge bedrooms ten,
two living and two dining, and an enormous kitchen!
what is their favourite food? of course cheese for Elena,
Jeremy loves nothing better than leaves of banana.
together they lived happily ever after, all animals loved two friends,
singing and dancing merrily, the perfect pair in the forest.
May 21, 2021
You should tell the clown weasel, the other girls said.
I had seen him before, but he looked daffy in his head.
He wears a diamond triangle clown suit and enormous red shoes.
I do not think I could, I admitted. He looks like rather weird news.
He is sage and wise, they told me. He has never steered us wrong.
A beautiful Indian woman who was nodding her head, wore a sarong.
He has an enormous talent for telling you what you could do.
He gives you a multitude of choices, several hints and some clues.
I sought out the weasel, even though I was not optimistic at all.
He gave me some ideas – some huge, others quite tiny and small.
He has such a fine brain, I stayed with him for a couple of hours.
My first impression had been ridiculous, he was full of smart powers.
Trixie is begging me to write something new
She is on my toes, twirling her baton with lights all blue
They are flashing in my eyes, beeping in my face.
She is agitated, says I am a huge disgrace.
The stuff you are writing today is something already seen.
I stick out my tongue, feeling childish and mean.
That is not attractive she says, with a snotty huff.
So I get out my fingers and start writing stuff.
Does she help me? Not in the least not a bit.
And to think she was the one having the hissy fit.
She is in a weird mood, this little muse of mine.
But it is okay, because most days she is fine.
She is coming over to peek at what I have done.
She rolls her eyes and says "That isn't any fun!"
Now she is typing, taking the keyboard away.
I have no qualms that we'll make up by the end of the day.
Parchment reach reap, continual column
Turns over huge too ripe drooping vegetables
Dirt encrusted, grit bitter varietal problem
Sown hammock slack jowls of expired eligible
Rows of sour seeds scatter, screen remote
Hits rock of dark past in cyber seclusion
Parsnips tumble imprudent from trenchcoat
Revelations conspire as a cosy delusion
Bedroom Belle picks weakness with a sickle
Amps up apathetic with chicken meal
Prods tired produce, hoary humour tickled
Caustic crop farmer fertile hands heal
Twenty Seventh of June
Twilight clients of Jezebel
Love sweet love again has me trapped
Can't break free from it's grasp
To be perfectly honest, not trying all that hard
Really I'm having a huge blast
Oh so nice to love someone so deeply
And know they love you right back
Makes life an absolute joy when it happens
You're motoring along then whack
You're smitten, you're basically done for
There's no way out I'm afraid
It's really quite futile to attempt to escape
Why would you want to evade
Love sweet love is available to everyone
For all who wish to partake
Better to just let all those good times roll
It's easier for everyone's sake
© Jack Ellison 2014
The shadows are moving in my head
Spac img o ut wor ds to make them sound adding the surb
Leant easy with then into
Greekly high V the perfect
X marks the spot
Where sparrows captains run in
Free and dumb to
an Australian twang
One of rays best moves
Huge Jack man
Was reemed by
Wolf whistler but only to
Where wolves there
There
Wo. Sheep lf clothing
Would be a good brand
Fan of every tastic
Full of every awe and wander
Made you say aww twice
Wonder if the wander is wrong
Let me spond spond
Appreciate the un
Stood
Under
The see
Who sees the pictures in my head
Is the narrator me
Who else am I talking
Never believed in unbelievable
Knighted all my deals
Angered every strain
We the ird
Mega with an ooh
Better
Alps haa haa
arrange every re
Elooongated should be
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Weight got to go
Sea ewe sooon
When faced with monsters
The inner universe in me
Opens up its portals
And plays for me
Ethereal sounds
Engulfing me in waves
So huge, so rogue
That my soul gets immersed
In a world where there exists
Only me and my God
Engaged in endless games of love!
When I am faced with monsters,
The skies refuse to turn dark,
Rather, they sparkle with silvery hues
And echo of songs
Sung by celestial beings
All caring solely for the wellbeing
Of Earth and its many children
Who, like me, cannot care about
The gruesome sight of monsters
And when those monsters pounce
My guardian angel mutters spells
And annihilate the very minute particles
Of monsters, who are never meant to be seen
In the arena of Existence again
For monsters
Have not their place in a realm which
Is meant to be replica of the garden
Where God Himself resides!