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It just goes to show how much people have sunk.
A ten year old girl was found murdered in a trunk.
That poor girl was really in a pickle.
She was killed for eating a popsicle.
Her Grandma, aunt and cousins constantly subjected her to abuse.
When the law gets done, I hope they turn them every way but loose.
They killed her because she ate that popsicle without getting permission.
It was horrible to have to live under those terrifying conditions.
Just thinking about this gets me and many other people riled.
I hope they get the gas chamber for what they did to that child.
(Sadly this is a true story.)
Zippy the Hippy
Zippy was an older man
Living his life the best way he can
Along came Flower Power in the sixties no less
It changed his personality badly I guess
He dressed all flamboyant flared jeans and all
With his bell bottomed trousers he had answered the call
To a new life of wonderment, flowers and the like
He even drove a big three wheeled motor bike
With the music of the day blasting out of his radio
He rode around town to put on a show
In his fancy clobber and with flowers in his hair
He just went through life without a care
Then he met Bonnie a girl in tight jeans and a great smile
A really good looker the best by a mile
Fell hook line and sinker he just did not care
What others thought of this ill matched hippie pair
Together they celebrated free love for all
Just spent life together, a never ending ball
They bought an old Citreon 2cv car a funny looking thing
Bright yellow it was but a lot of joy it did bring
So they traveled the country whenever they could
And enjoyed life together like any couple would
They got involved in protest marches at Greenham Common no less
What made them do it was anybody’s guess
Arrested a few times, spent a few weeks in Jail
When they came out they both looked quite pale
As the sixties became seventies times changed quite bit
But together they roamed the country still keeping fit
Their love of music kept them young at heart
And they swore to each other they would never part
So twenty years later with three kids in the back
Of their old 2cv car with their life back on track
Alcohol and drugs had never been their thing
They had seen all the misery these items can bring
So now still fit a healthy they ran their own farm
Enjoyed living their new life of peaceful calm
So it just goes to show that life can move on
All of those memories remain of a previous life gone
So let’s just say that how wild a life you may have lead
Make the most of what’s offered because you are a long time dead.
I start to get flashbacks of
things that had gone wrong in my past
my heart is trying so hard not to let the pain show
only one question is stuck in my mind at the moment…
Is my faith busy fading?
Then a another question…
Why is the Devil doing this to me?
In the corner of my eye
I can see my Bible
It’s calling out my name and soul
With my heart drenched in tears
and my soul broken
I reach out to grab the truth and
A book filled with promises never to be broken
As I read through the holy book
My heart, mind and soul fills up with joy, happiness
And I got all the answers that I pondered about
It just goes to show…
When I need saving…
God is the only one!
Form:
The Time Machine is built and ready to try
Final preparations complete ready to say goodbye
I would travel back to the day I was born
The machine fires up sending me airborne
The next thing I know I am transporting my mom and myself from the birthing room
Looking at myself flashes great memories of days gone by
Now that I am seventy looking at me as a newborn I start to cry
I wonder what it would be like to start life over again
How would I change things from what it was like back then
Suddenly an alarm goes off it was just a dream
It just goes to show things are never like they seem.
Was just a young'un in the big band era
But it seems just like yesterday
Listening to Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey
Still love it right to this day
Miller's Modernaires, and Dorsey's Pied Pipers
With their smooth harmonic blend
Chattanooga Choo-Choo and The Trolley Song
Brought me so much pleasure no end
Guess I was influenced by my older sisters
Was not even ten at the time
It just goes to show the impact they had made
For those long ago days I still pine
It wasn't until Elvis debuted in fifty-six
When Rock'n Roll took over
The Big Band era came quickly to a halt
And ended it's popular exposure
Don't even know what is popular today
Or even if they've given it a name
Guess I'm just an old guy living in the past
Progress is the name of the game
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
I spent this morning walking around my old, small town.
Very little has changed in the last twenty-five years.
I was flooded with memories of both smiles and frowns.
Vivid childhood thoughts of both happiness and tears.
Whenever I feel like a piece of me is missing,
I try to remember others from throughout my life.
Someone like Bob, who knows his life was a true blessing
Having been married for sixty-six years to his wife.
She passed away a little over a year ago
And he misses their long conversations at night.
Some were good and some were bad, so it just goes to show
A life spent communicating must be what is right.
So, as I sit here on the same bench I used back then,
With the same one board as its only missing piece,
I realize that the value of family and friends
Is what one should use to measure a life of peace.
I came there for same day surgery with a dark cloud over my life
And you listened without judgment as I spoke of no hope in sight.
You held my hand as you spoke soft encouraging words
But so wrapped up in my own misery I never really heard.
The next day I found an anonymous note
And my heart was touched by the words an angel had wrote.
I sat there in total disbelief as I cried without shame
For the generous gift from some angels with no name.
But something extraordinary happened that day
That anonymous gift inspired me to find my way.
These unknown angels lifted me up when I was feeling down
And they gave me a reason to pick myself up off the ground.
They showered me with heartfelt compassion as they illuminated me with their guiding light
They taught me how to hope and showed me the true meaning of life.
Though my own wings were damaged by dark venomous skies
These unknown angels showed me that I still could fly.
I will never forget what those angels did for me that day
And no simple thank you or money could ever repay.
As I adjust the beautiful new glasses sitting on my nose
My deep appreciation for these unknown angels continuously grows.
Thank you anonymous angels for your generous unselfish gift
And for your anchor of compassion that has kept me adrift.
No words can truly express just how much you all mean to me
And how much I appreciate all that I finally can see.
Though I cannot see your golden halo or feel your downy soft wings
I know that you are all angels sent down here to teach me how to sing.
I now hold my head proudly high as I walk with out shame
Because I was touched by angels with no name.
DEDICATED TO THE MANKATO SURGERY CENTER EMPLOYEES
This poem is the very first one I ever wrote and was inspired by some angels that touched
my life in a way no one ever has. It just goes to show that there really truly are angels
among us--you only have to open your eyes and heart to see them!
There’s a guy in a church wearing three pairs of socks
Kneeling by the candles stealing coins from a box.
There’s a guy on TV wearing three diamond rings
Stealing from the faithful while a gospel group sings.
You can label a man, but I swear it just goes to show you,
Don’t care how far you fall, someone’s always a step below you.
So let’s sing through the lonely time,
Sing the chorus to a nursery rhyme,
Let’s sing while the church bells chime
All the way, all the way home.
There’s a hush running deep through the wintertime woods;
Gotta cup your ear to hear the oughts and the shoulds.
There’s a nail through a board and it’s covered in snow
Lying on the trail between the stop and the go.
It’s the same song and dance, for I swear there’s a strong connection,
You can follow the signs and be led in the wrong direction.
But let’s sing when we feel distress
As we wander through the wilderness.
Let’s sing more and grumble less,
All the way, all the way home.
Lets sing of little joys that bring us happiness
All the way, all the way home.
Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times
They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn well easy
But lifting this bod up and down the stairs
Made me a whole lot wheezy
At seventy-nine, guess I still can be proud
That I'm still quite able to bring it
In my younger years, thought I'd be all alone
Drooling and loosing it bit by bit
It just goes to show you if you've lived a good life
And you're healthy, no need to stop
Wake up with a dirty big grin on your kisser
Riding bucking broncos till you drop
© Jack Ellison 2015