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It sits there waiting
Never complaining
Like a devoted little puppy
Do we really appreciate
What life would be like
Without this friend so trusty
We take it for granted
This mechanical friend
Never showing appreciation
We should let it know
How we cherish it so
Our sole means of transportation
There once was a time
In years gone by
Long before the automobile
We walked, we rode
A bike or a horse
Now just sit there at the wheel
So treat this friend
Like one of the family
You will never ever go wrong
Her engine will purr
Her tires will sing
A happy little motoring song!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Another love poem for all you people
This guy's quite the charmer it seems
Could teach the young guys a thing or two
About wooing pretty young things
Don't mean to brag but I'm quite irresistible
When I turn on my masculine charm
Afraid you won't stand a ghost of a chance
To resist would cause you some harm
I'd be forced to resort to Master Plan B
With tactics so charming and sweet
It's actually illegal in some parts of the world
You'll quiver right down to your feet
At the very sight of my muscle bound body
My friends, you'll shudder and swoon
Unfortunately I'll have to reduce my charm
And that would be quite inopportune
Sometimes I can be quite overwhelming
But sweet young things like youse
Have surely been exposed to this stuff before
And can handle it without much ado
So methinks it's best I'll just cool it for now
And go back to my shy persona
Just know there's a Super Hero lurking inside
Set to explode like a supernova
© Jack Ellison 2014
I've had an 'out of body' experience
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego Oscar perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
Must have been devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being the timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing that line
So I plead 'not guilty' to any wrong doing
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Who tends to run amok every once in a while
And I'm always having to defend
© Jack Ellison 2014
You writhe beneath me in the heat of passion
Our bodies moving in rhythm
The whole world seems to be exploding around us
To love's sweet kingdom we're driven
This passion I'm experiencing is most exquisite
Like making love the very first time
Your sexual talents surpass all I've yet known
True abandon, a feeling so sublime
We're transported to a world of ecstatic pleasures
Alone, we float above our presence
Oblivious to reality, to everything that surrounds us
My darling, my magnificent obsession
Then that moment arrives, we're frozen in time
Praying the rapture would last
With a brilliant flash and a feeling exquisite
In unison we expel a last gasp
A soft gentle moan, then collapse in exhaustion
Wrapped in each other's embrace
As we gently murmur sweet passionate love words
While I tenderly kiss your sweet face
© Jack Ellison 2015
A funny thing happened on my way to work
Was stopped by a down and out man
Asked if I could spare a ten spot for a coffee
Ten bucks could buy a whole damn can!
Said he didn't want to keep on bugging me
Every day when we met on the street
Thought a ten spot would keep him in coffee
For two or possibly three weeks!
I suspected this coffee he was talking about
Wasn't your Colombian brew
His breath was enough to knock down a rhino
It was extraordinarily potent, p-eew!
Well lo and behold saw a dude with a camera
Filming the whole damn scene
Turned out this down and out beggar guy
Was a plant from Candid Camera it seems!
Was just about to give him the middle finger
Good thing they told me in time
Could have seen my mug on national TV
Giving him that very rude sign!
© Jack Ellison 2013
*When I was 6, a neighborly man said,"Good morning little boy. Are you waiting for a bus? "No sir, I said. We don't have a bus. I'm waiting for my brothers and sisters. Our school is about a mile away, and most times, especially when it's bad weather, daddy takes us to school.
When I was 8, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are headed to school, but I don't see a school". I told him that our school burned down, and now we go to school in a church. A new school is being built a few miles from here.
When I was 10, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are about to help your mother in the garden". No sir, I replied. We do have a garden but I am about to go working all day in the cotton field. It is so hard and hot for everybody to work in the field for so little money. In some places it's against the law to have kids like me working, but not on this farm. When I grow up and finish high school, I'm leaving this place, because there is no good future here for us. I would rather spend my day playing ball or doing simple chores around the house. In this poor community kids only play when there is no work for them to do. When school is out for the summer, we spend all summer working in the fields. While I was still ten going on eleven, a neighborly man stopped me saying, "Hold on a minute young lad, why are you, your friends, and this dog running so fast?" Nearly out of breath, I told him that they just ran us away from playing at that playground over there. And this is my dog Jack. My dad got him for me when I was little. Say hi, Jack. Woof! The fields are wet and we don't have to work today. So we tried to play on the playground that's forbidden to us.
When I was 13, my daddy passed away; and a kind neighborly man said to me, "Hey young man, what's wrong? Seems you are real sad about something." I told him that my daddy died a few days ago, leaving mama, grandma, my three brothers, eight sisters, and me. There's no way that things will ever be the same now that daddy is gone. I'm missing my dad a lot. Daddy took care of us real good, but I'm not worried, because even though mama is only 35, she's a very strong lady and will do the very best she can. 10/9/17*Truth based fiction.Contest, Broken-Hearted Poems, BW, 8P
Jack Frost is lurking; he’s nipping my nose
feather like snowflakes will soon start to fall
I stamp my feet - I can now feel my toes
winter will wrap her cloak around us all.
Soon I snuggle by the warming log fire,
outside the garden’s turning snowy white.
I watch the flames leap higher and higher
winter’s beauty is a glorious sight.
Children make snowmen in the falling snow
I watch them play; they are having such fun.
Their innocent faces are all aglow,
they stay outside until the day is done.
When winter departs, then in rushes spring
I love the changes each season will bring
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Been traveling' wide and far
On tour with hubby in the car.
The sights that we have seen
now memories of where we've been.
Went right up to the tip
of our great country, what a trip.
A photo showed we could
be at ‘Cape York’ where we both stood
The wildlife and the birds
and Brahman cows in their wild herds.
Free roaming' horses too
old crocodiles saw one or two.
Rainforest's thick and lush
the cassowary looked at us.
Went swimming in the streams
then licked our way through new ice-creams.
Red windy dusty roads
with corrugation overloads.
Through river crossings drove
along the banks grew thick mangrove.
We stopped to say G'day
to 'Grey Nomads' along the way.
Swapped stories to find out
what places they had been about.
In harvest ready files
the cane fields stretch for miles and miles.
But tears when passing by
drought ridden plains all bare and dry.
Diverse and bountiful
My country's harsh but beautiful.
An artist's palette fix
all colours splendid in the mix.
Pretty sights did not lack
along the coastline coming back
Some fish my husband caught
While on the beach, I did do naught.
Of a journey two boys took
we listened to a talking book.
A real good story told
'Jack and Harry' adventures bold.
Had coffee and refreshed
while stopped along the way we stretched.
Was not too far away
our destination for the day.
Then ready for a stop
our campervan wound up the top.
Move on next day as planned
but first explore this piece of land.
My thoughts become quite clear
I often write while sitting here
My pen and paper are
In tune with rocking of the car
A few more weeks to go
And where we are I'll let you know
I'd like to take you too
So come along with me, please do
2019 ©
Loneliness embraces me
now that you are gone
and my life is a meaningless maze.
Coldness and hardness
replaced your sweet pseudo love.
I can not believe that I will never again
hold your hand; nor kiss your lips.
Your soft voice still whispers love to me at night;
but you are silent and invisible when I wake.
You never desert me in my dreams.
Will you ever be there once more in reality?
Or am I doomed to this eternal void without you?
Dear mistress of my heart and cruel heart breaker,
pretend that you still care, as you once used to.
(Remembering being bored with a broken heart for this contest)
Jack Horne
Dorian Petersen Potter
Better known as Wonder Woman
Is the sunshine of my day
Her soft gentle nature calms me down
When my crazy mind races out of control
What would I do without my Wonder Woman
Each morning, I rush to my computer
Looking for that familiar face
And her soft, gentle way with words
Do I sound a bit infatuated with this dear sweet Dorian
You can bet your shorts on it!
I realize I can't keep her all to myself
Come to think of it I shouldn't even be sharing this on the Soup
But that would be very selfish of me
Dorian... if you read this
And you didn't already know (LOL)
You are the sunshine of my day!
© Jack Ellison 2014