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IDEAS
an
applied sense
of the literate
conceptions
undevalued
gratituous
but
honourable
in
curious phenomena
change places
a mark
of verse
fluctuating rhythm.
gyrating
emotions
so irregular
of
no consequence
incoherently
emerge
so freelyASSUMPTIONS
subtle &
many
illustrative
observations
in
layered
settings
on many
levels
amplified
foibles
in
an absurdity
of
unlikely flights
of
imaginative
action
so plausible
&
authorial
in
tone
from
ingenious
angles
recognised
or imagined
setting
to
&
create
restoration
to
illustrate
Each morning we’d sweep up words,
and shove them under rugs -
or coffee table books.
A few words escaped to the garden
Where they poisoned the peach tree.
Some of our words
were overheard in Mongolia
carried upon tundra winds.
Painted walls blistered from the insults,
the cat got so high-strung
we had to send it away to be done.
We confided to our woe begotten priest,
who incoherently denounced us
while scratching his ball-sack.
When our son came home from University
we lied brightly to him while
hiding our eyes behind creamy court documents.
Later our smiles were smeared on wet bedsheets.
We were still sharpening words like lead pencils
when passing crows commenced to ape our manners.
At last, exhausted by all that love
we slept peacefully in each other’s arms.
Witnessed a robbery take place yesterday
As incredulous as this may seem
Was sitting in the food court at the local mall
Happily minding my own business
When all of a sudden I hear this guy ranting and raving
Slamming his leather bag down on one of the tables
Marching over to the coffee stand
Which had an assortment of sandwiches and drinks
Displayed in front which were accessible to the customers
Proceeds to pick up a sandwich and a bottle of juice
And goes storming off into the mall concourse
Without paying, yaking incoherently as he goes
People just sat there dumbfounded
Wondering what the hell just happened
We all witnessed this act take place
None of us reacted or believed what we just saw
Now this was either a looney toons type guy
Not responsible for his strange behaviour
Or a very clever, creative crook
Making us think he was looney toons
Assuming the average person wouldn't react
Enabling him to get away with this unimpeded
He was later apprehended by mall security
But we never did find out the whole story
Hmmm! Pretty creative I must say
If indeed it was a preconceived masterful plan
© Jack Ellison 2014
As I was walking in the woods, admiring the beauty,
I saw a brook that babbled nonstop, so incoherently,
Humming as I strolled the summertime most fruitfully,
I noticed gay purple hummingdirds, accompanying me!
A meadow revealed yellow butterflies so aptly named,
Swarming in the golden sunshine, wild and untamed,
Enjoying their moment of bliss, before sunset flamed,
Putting an end to the hour, that nature had acclaimed!
Then I saw pretty ladybug, refined and full of grace,
Dancing to enchanted breezes, in Queen Anne's lace.
A sudden sound alarmed me, but it was only a rabbit,
Running like the wind, as if it was customary habit!
And when I turned my head to an emerald green tree,
There sat a blue mockingbird, that was teasing me.
The colorful day wore on, until long shadows finally-
Which I became aware, were now shadowing me constantly!
Written on August 11, 2020
For: Craziest Time at the Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
This house has been set ablaze; ashes rain like snow,
covering what has become my deathbed.
A weighted blanket of ruins lies heavy upon my chest.
Laboured breaths and the taste of soot coat the back of my throat,
stifling oxygen from reaching the whites of enervated eyes.
Blue-tinted lips incoherently whisper, flirting with my demons,
living in purgatorial gloaming
whilst my spirit hovers between diminishing light and shadows.
Reality blurs, amalgamating with hallucinations
where demons dance in a macabre ballet,
reenacting repressed sorrows,
torturing an undead heart to the brink of insanity.
With each twirl, each act, tales of desperation are etched onto flesh.
Riverlets of blood stain the sheets bright red,
as tourniquets are nowhere to be found.
There is no way to halt the flow;
emotional instability will be my bloodletting.
Every second ticks by a little quicker
until each heartbeat grows fainter.
A clenched jaw relents,
eyes roll backwards,
and a damaged soul is severed from its mortal coil,
yet its fate is left undetermined,
flailing in the in-between forevermore.
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
Expectations brings
about self deprecations,
sometimes I wonder if
the thoughts running
through my head are
my own or somebody
else’s?
The world lives
in constant turmoil,
waves crashing,
tides swerving in
and out from open-
ended beaches,
abysmal delays of
the lighthouse directory,
guided by supplemental
shocks of lightening
rays trajectory.
I stand firmly in front
of the baseless sandcastle,
a fragile foundation of
past voices from lurking
shadows who slowly
poisoned its interior,
lack of motivation,
wandering in between
spaces incoherently,
my mind in anxiety help-
lessly what I could
not understand,
the words stare back
at me in silence gradually
suppressing the last
bit of life found closing
in underneath,
time holds on as
it falls into deep
sleep.
Fortunately, where I live, entertainment is free.
Neighbors always sparring back and forth.
Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty...
One time they really tied one on; he was barking incoherently.
She volleyed back, calling him "Mr. Teeny Weeny."
Afterwards there was nothing but a hard silence.
I hadn't laughed like that in a long, long while.
Just last fall, a father and son were in front of my house.
Knives in hand, ready to carve each other into bloody clowns.
I didn't call the cops; I just watched in silent awe.
Wide-eyed and waiting for the scythe to fall.
There's no future in being the neighborhood snitch.
Unfortunately, both of the clowns stumbled away and lived.
Just because my eyes are uneven
And my teeth are tinged with green
Doesn't mean I'm unattractive
Means my looks are not mainstream
I sometimes babble incoherently
But my words still have importance
Everyone has an opinion to express
Some of us have more discordance
So what if my hair grows out in tuffs
And my nose is crooked and bent
It's what's upstairs that really counts
It's the brains that pay the rent
So when you see a strange looking person
Who's considered a little extreme
Remember we're all in this together
But we're not all a part of mainstream
© Jack Ellison 2013
Love can be such a gol darn pain
A delicious delectable pain
With a large helping of hugs and kisses
It can just about drive you insane
More than once I heard someone ask
Is it really worth all the trouble
You better believe it at half the price
Nothing else bursts my bubble
You sweat and mumble incoherently
To concentrate it's really no use
Useless as dangly things under a bull
Totally and so udderly obtuse
So what can you do if you get infected
Well there's really no known cure
Just dive right in swim around for a while
You'll wanna stay I'm pretty sure
Let me know how that all works out
Many have tried it's well known
Never were cured spend a lifetime in love
Now resting comfortably in a home