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I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
© Jack Ellison 2015
I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
"ALL RISE! THIS HONORABLE COURT IS NOW OPEN AND IN SESSION!"
Th' court room wuz his domain, bailiffin' wuz his profession!
No one dared hornswoggle him in that hallowed room.
Should any nonsense occur, he'd surely lower th' boom!
Usin' th' butts uv his forty-fours, he'd gavel th' court to order.
An' he pounded agin an' agin to quell any cheeky disorder!
The wisened old judge tolerated th' bailiff with some bemusement.
His antics provided folks with local lore an' amusement!
He'd served th' venerable judge fer years on th' western frontier.
His steely-eyed glare filled grovelin' scalawags with fear!
Hoss thieves, cattle rustlers an' drunks he'd seen galore,
An' desperadoes, train an' bank robbers by th' score!
Warn't no guns er bowie knives 'lowed thro' th' front door,
An ya better aim fer th' spittoon an' not mess up his floor!
B'fore enterin' his sacred realm ya'd better wipe off yer boots.
He didn't take no guff frum any of them hell-raisin' galoots!
Adjournment wuz gaveled fer th' old feller an' is talked uv today.
He met th' Big Judge In The Sky, on th' cold floor where he lay.
Seems he vigorously gaveled his rods, a stray slug hit his head!
Th' judge couldn't cope with that an' he too keeled over dead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
T There were days when I drowned my pain in a bottle
H Hailed void numbness oblivion as the only solution
A Absconded from life’s promise on a treacherous path
N Naked and bare to my bones coveted sweet demise
K Keeled over in darkness and snubbed good advice
S Safe in the knowledge that not even death would last
T Then pivotal blessings appeared in apparent disguise
H Her words became callous abusive hurtful and vile
A And my wife and drinking companion set out a trap
N No kindness and I drifted between anger and sorrow
K Kidnapped and slaughtered on tempting funeral pyres
S Succumbed to a journey of grueling lonely reflections
T The signs had been obvious but my vision was blinded
H Hemlock would not give justice in my desperate cave
A Attacks on my vices shortcomings defeats and destruction
N Nurtured self respect and healing from bedlam and madness
K Killing my own demons left me with no choice but regrow
S Surrender to search for another version of my blighted Self
27th June 2020
I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
© Jack Ellison 2014
the kids are going nuts
one almost keeled over
one inquires about the whereabouts
of the large-caliber pipe pistol
one gives the spheroid
a handshake and hug
the arm like an tartarean
eclipse with a surreptitious
star-nosed mourning
mole on the end of it
one gives the projectile
a high five, invented by a
basketball player with
four fingers
but what about him?
who is he under the
cycloidal velvet? how did
he get this gig?
did he expect models
draped over vintage tanks?
rubenesque ladies straddling
the missiles?
can he take the costume home?
who is responsible for it's wash?
does he put a cancer stick
in his touch hole in the car park?
does his lady-indoors
own a rammer?
he wishes the day would end
go home for a grapeshot
that he could be elevated
at forty-five degrees
and sent airborne towards
the automatic doors
It caught my eye as I walked by
On a cool and cloudy morning
So, I stopped a bit to stare at it
And right away with no dismay
The memories came flooding back
Of an August day thirty years past
And a sail we made on a windy day
Across the bay of Bras d’Or Lake
We set a fine clip on that twin-mast ship
And my heart raced quick as we keeled a bit
Now the windward run was exhilarating fun
As over the waves we bounced and skipped
It’s amazing how fast a morning can pass
While you and your bride are taking a ride
On a twin-mast schooner, as honeymooners
Now I told all that so I can share this
On our way back to the Inverness Inn
We made a stop at a quaint little shop
There sat a heart shaped sign made of pine
With a welcome banner across the top
Painted with the scene of our twin-mast ship
Sailing past the light house we’d seen on our trip
Easily the second cutest thing in the shop
Now to discover how much money it cost
Thirty quid, not a whole lot you may say
But half days pay back in those days
Thirty years now that sign has hung by our door
Welcoming family and friends by the score
Now we have lived in multiple places
And that sign has welcomed many faces
It catches my eye as I walk by
So, I stop a bit to stare at it
And right away with no dismay
The memories come flooding back
forget-me-nots lay on the table
water leaks from a cracked vase
the motor car is running in a closed garage
you've finally escaped life to a new place
people who loved you never knew you
the dog bark echos in the backyard
curtains dance from the open window breeze
no returning now you've gone to far
nosy neighbor calls the police
a fireman breaks in your garage
your lifeless body keeled over
to you life was just a mirage
grieving family can not understand it
into the ground you are laid to rest
unsigned letter read over and over for reasons
why-haunts those who loved you best
Sewing machine, long idle, gathers dust
Its graceful frame a filigree of rust
Needle, naked pointing to its resting place
A symbol of the toll all life will take
Sunshine streams surreal through silent space
Past the broken stone that was a window case
Beams of sunlight scatter wildly in their blame
Illuminating memories of pain
Love's last hallowed hiding place reviled
Beneath the jagged glass where once they keeled
To ask a witless god for sacred grace
And pray for revocation from this place
The battles ended long ago with no peace won
Lifeless soldiers buried neatly in the sun
Stars and crosses left to mark the empty space
Where lust consumed the last of love's embrace
Daylight sinks below the hollow gloom
Of lonesome darkness strewn across this room
The war years seemed like only yesterday
When history played out its terse cliché
Spirits stalk the dead to join in sin
'Till candles sputter, spent - now dark within
The stars give up a silent last cerise
And darkness fills the emptiness with peace
written 2018.10.22
Acid Pain
Keeled over ripe with p a i n returns my a c i d r a i n
Toxicity within my b r a i n will I ever sleep a g a i n
Enter body s h a k e s eyes asleep wide a w a k e
More I just can’t t a k e internal life e a r t h q u a k e
Echo walled in s c r e a m s nightmares fill my d r e a m s
Desperation is my t h e m e sanity splits at the s e a m s
Agonizing tortured m i n d peace to never f i n d
Hardwires begin to u n w i n d blood shot burning b l i n d
Paranoid frantic B e i n g life is not worth what it’s s e e i n g
Events teaching d e c e i v i n g it is “The End” I’m l e a v i n g
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