Long Jock Poems
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There was no way I was able
To untie the sturdy cable
Wrapped around my shaking neck
Because my life became a wreck
I hope you find me hanging here
A note covered in saddened tears
Saying that this was the end
And no one will understand
All the pain I'm living with
Something inside turned a switch
Reversing who I'm meant to be
Changing my life totally
From having friends to no one there
I could see the horrid fear
In their eyes when I explained
That a big and scary change
Was happening and I can't stop
I need to listen to my heart
And go from a football jock
To dresses and curly locks
Not one friend supported me
Even my so called family
Shunned me for this "sinful" act
So I made a deadly pact
To end all this humility
Because I just wanted to be
Happy for the real me
Now I fly with open wings
And my heart can really sing
A joyful tune as I soar
Happy like never before
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Working out like a fool every day
Wait till the girlies get a load of this bod
My gorgeous physique on display
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Girlies will want to slurp from my bowl
Trying to get in on some of the action
“Hang on now, show some control!”
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
They'll all get a piece sooner or later
Surely can understand their excitement
I'll soon be one pumped up operator
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Alway knew I had animal magnetism
But I've taken that to a whole new level
Complimenting charm with witticism
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Working with the weights, a real jock
Soon be on the cover of “Muscle Power”
Great physique and abs like a rock!
(chuckle)
With each breath their love grew a love like no other;
the world seem to vanish when they were together.
She's charming and quick-witted, working class student,
a passion love for music, caring, and prudent.
He's a "preppy jock ", heir to family fortune.
She became his wife without his father's support.
Dealing with life struggles, wanting a family,
her struggle with knowledge she was dying quickly.
On her dying bed her wish was to be embraced,
she told him she had no regrets, she had been graced.
With the love they had shared as she took her last breath.
Aware it was imminent she did not fear death.
His father arrived too late, and said, "I'm sorry."
His son's response,
"Love, Love means never having to say you're sorry."
He looked down into her face, no matter how hard
he stares, she didn't move, his essence and body marred.
He found a woman he loved, truly loved, and she
has been taken from him, never again to be.
A tear rolled down his check while watching the sky chant
alive with color of lavender to vibrant,
pink, lustrous orange as the sun descends into
the skyline, vanishing into the deepest hue.
10/1/2017
Actually saw my first robin today
Gayly flitting from branch to branch
Please don't tell my super jock friends
They're just waiting for a chance
They'll start calling me “sweetie pie”
And kissing me on the cheek
Ask if they could escort me to the ball
And giving my nose a wee tweak
I'm just as manly as all those guys
With a soft side they don't possess
No excuses for my feminine tendencies
Even comfortable wearing a dress
Okay maybe that's going too far
The wearing of a dress I mean
Really haven't stopped playing with dolls
Now live ones wearing tight jeans
Can't believe this all started with a robin
A harbinger of upcoming spring
As I gayly prance through fields of clover
To a bouquet of roses I cling!
© Jack Ellison 2013
B*lly Pop's Pill (VIAGRA)
Let me tell you a story about my grandpa B*lly.
He popped too many pills to encourage his w*ly
Instead he earned a new name for being Silly
We call him B*lly PoP's Pill
Poor grandpa was way over the hill
To him his stock was still a big deal
I scheduled him an appointment to visit his Doc.
He did not want to understand he had no more rocks.
Poor grandpa reminisces the days when he was a jock.
His Doc, Prescribed him two bottles of xx Hot VIAGRA
Grandpa B*lly popped them as if there was no tomorrow
Now he is sweating like the Falls in Niagara
Grandpa did not listen to the Doc's lead
B*lly Pop's Pill until his urine started to bleed
Grandpa started acting as if he was on speed
Grandpa popped out with his inflatable doll Mrs.Lill
Soon I discovered he swallowed every single VIAGRA pill
I took him to the hospital after he got real ill
I told the Doc, my grandpa is over the age of sixty five.
He almost overdose drinking all them wanna be pills
His only reaction was popping out with zits and hives.
At the hospital my grandpa was dreaming of Woodstock.
Next thing you know I see him on top of the Doc.
I laughed at the fact that my grandpa got over his s*men block.
I took grandpa home he had sick sticky cobbwebs on his hand
At that point he was no longer under the Doc's command
Alone at last in his room with Mrs.Lill was his master plan.
The bottom line is my grandpa is sparking what was not alive.
Now he is over 65 with an enormous sex drive.
Who would have guessed it took all them pills to revive his thrive
I'm glad my grandpa tried xx Hot VIAGRA when his feelings where gone.
Now he abuses his inflatable dolls with all his hard on's
Addicted to Viagra he buys a new doll ever time he is done..
.By:P.D.
'Shorty', they called him from the very first grade in school.
He was seldom chosen for any game as a general rule.
He'd reached his maximum height of five feet six as a teen.
Though small in stature, athletic prowess lay dormant, yet unseen!
He tried out for baseball, football, even the basketball team.
Just to be a member of a team was his fervent dream.
Apprehensive coaches agreed to give the eager lad a chance.
Perhaps he could warm the bench - his ego it might enhance!
He was the third-string running back on the football team.
During the championship game the others ran out of steam
The score was tied - ten seconds remained upon the the clock.
He scored the winning touchdown! That day 'Shorty' became a jock!
The state final basketball game is still talked about today.
All the star players fouled out, much to the coach's dismay!
The score was tied - 'Shorty' was sent in with seconds to go.
He was fouled but with steady nerve, his was the winning throw!
He gave his all when called upon and was accustomed to the jeers,
But accolades were showered upon him by his coaches, fans and peers!
His coaches learned that 'tis best never to judge a feller by his size!
He might just be the winner who brings home the coveted prize!
There aint any angels in foxholes,
Jock Grey once said to me.
He was looking at a different scene
Than what we could both then see.
Just tension and maybe boredom
And expectation among the boys,
Just waiting for the action,
Waiting for the noise
That soaks into your being
Once it all kicks off again;
Then it’s all action and panic
Shouting and screaming men.
There’s no glory down in foxholes
Ask any man who’s been there
God and King and Country, no
Let me live is all you care
And whether it’s hot or cold
Dry or wallowing in mud
Only one thing is certain
You’ll see lots of blood.
There ain’t no pride and glory
Just a sense of desolation;
If there is a god he aint gonna
Just back one lot of nations.
He’s probably packed his bags
Closed heaven down in haste,
Sickened by the carnage;
The awful bloody waste.
Perhaps that awful god
Hangs his head in shame
That they dare to do this killing
In his honour and his name.
Let the fountain pen warriors write
Of war’s glory and war’s pride
How many have seen a foxhole
Let alone been down inside
I could see his shoulders heave
See the blankness in his gaze
Feel the raw emotion before
He came back from those days.
No there aint no angels in foxholes.
I wish they’d get that right.
Now whose round is it lads?
The beer’s bloody slow tonight.
R.I.P. Jock - survived WW2, died in a train crash late 1960's.
We enjoyed many Mess Nights and beers together.
You thought you knew me
But it was the words you saw
Sentences that made you wonder
It was the discovery of Poetry
They were my identification
You didn’t see my image
The sentences became the introduction leading the way to Poetry
The emotions strong
Creativity that came along
Virtues within the mind
Thought behind combined
Writing Morning, Noon and Night
During the night, I had to get up
Poetry thought, and had to jock it down
I didn’t want to forget
Otherwise, it would have become regret
Poetry has always been my purpose
My inner soul constructs obvious
My heart in full testimony
Every alpha letter, words and sentences being a creed to always fulfill the poetry hunger to succeed
Onward Poetry
Be happy just within yourself.
Don't try to be part of the crowd.
Be satisfied with who you are.
In yourself be proud.
Be the best You, you can be.
Don't try to be like your brothers.
When you do that you disappear.
You're a carbon copy of others.
Don't try to be Miss Popularity,
The prettiest girl in town.
Don't try to be like some football jock,
The most sought after guy around.
God had one thing on His mind,
When He created you.
He gave you certain attributes,
The things that make you You.
Don't insult Him trying to be,
Something that you're not.
Learn to use your abilities,
And perfect the things that you've got.
God's gift to you is what you are.
Be happy in your own skin.
What you do with His wonderful gift,
Is your gift back to Him.
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing
His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling"
He's now looking quite built
Bulging under his kilt
Lassies swoon when he does the Highland fling.
After a week his thing turned black and blue
Jock said "hoots mon, what am I ganna do"
But he'd left it too late
Doc had to amputate
And now poor Jock has to sit on the loo.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
He washed his new jock, it was new
So it tightly embraced both its crew
But after the race
Oh what a disgrace
His now aching partners were blue
WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS
Jock stumbled and he landed face down
Injuring the jewel in his crown
His bruised pride and joy swelled
By awe it was beheld
Jock's tackle became talk of the town.
The doctor said I know just the thing
To give support to your ding-a-ling
Doc got Jock's bits strapped up
Jock swore and he cussed
For doc said it could be longstanding.
Jock's dilemma can be seen by all
He's going nuts because of the fall
He's craving free willy
To swing willy-nilly
And longs to unstrap his cannon ball.
WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE
Now Jock knew about liquid nitrogen
But sprayed on far more than he might have done
So just when it mattered
One tap and it shattered
And Jock said Hoots mon, me old fright’ner’s gone
He said Doc, I need a new caber
My wife has never gone through labour
The Doc held his gaze
Grabbed three treble A’s
And sewed on on a three foot light sabre
WRITTEN BY TERRY FLOOD
Jock managed to get his willy banged up,
He cried loud like a little newborn pup,
Stayed in bed a week,
It hurt to take a leak,
All because he slipped on his sippy cup
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
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