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I write about everyday happenings
That's my style and I'm sticking with it
I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin writer
Down to earth stuff is what I emit
I sometimes get naughty, God forbid
Try to keep it down to a minimum
A fine old gentleman from way up north
An honourable upstanding citizen
Have you had enough, are you getting ill
So sorry, but I really must emote
I'm a Leo you know so don't blame me
Not responsible if I sometimes gloat
A handsome devil, I'll give you that
Learned to live with girlie's attention
Quite like it, makes me feel kinda frisky
And relieves my sexual tension
So that's me, I'm just an ordinary fellow
Not yer fancy, highfalutin writer
Stick to the basics, just ordinary stuff
Known as a lover, not as a fighter
© Jack Ellison 2014
I write about everyday happenings
That's my style and I'm sticking with it
I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Down to earth stuff is what I emit
I sometimes get naughty, God forbid
Try to keep it down to a minimum
A fine old gentleman from way up north
An honourable upstanding citizen
Have you had enough, are you feeling ill
So sorry, but I really must emote
I'm a Leo you know so don't blame me
Not responsible if I sometimes gloat
A handsome devil, I'll give you that
Learned to live with girlie's attention
Quite like it, makes me feel kinda frisky
And relieves my sexual tension
So that's me, I'm just an ordinary fellow
Not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Stick to the basics, just ordinary stuff
Known as a lover, not as a fighter
I write about everyday happenings
That's my style and I'm sticking with it
I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Down to earth stuff is what I emit
I sometimes get naughty, God forbid
Try to keep it down to a minimum
A fine old gentleman from way up north
An honourable upstanding citizen
Have you had enough, are you feeling ill
So sorry, but I really must emote
I'm a Leo you know so don't blame me
Not responsible if sometimes I gloat
A handsome devil, I'll give you that
Learned to live with girlie's attention
Quite like it, makes me feel quite frisky
And relieves my sexual tension
So that's me, I'm just an ordinary fellow
Not yer fancy, highfalutin' writer
Stick to the basics, just ordinary stuff
Known as a lover not as a fighter
How can you say that you love God when you hate your neighbor,
In whom you see every day?
Love makes your dreams come truth
When nobody else may be able to see,
Let your dreams be seen
Let it not die with doubt
That is not what it’s all about.
The broken-winged of an eagle
Keep it down to the ground
Not able to fly at a high level,
Never able to see what is ahead
Where it will be able to avoid trouble.
Without love, your dreams will never come true
Like a plant in a desert field without water
No true grow will last
It will wither away
For lack of water to stay.
Water in a river without an outlet
Is like being in a bottle not sterilize
Not a fit drank to consume
A dream without fulfilling in not
Fit to be thought of
Goes to the grave unused.
Then how can I say I love God when I hate my neighbor,
In whom I see every day?
The noise is a wound that won't heal
Vibrations don't let scars take hold
Held by a grip that tightens at will
No mind over matter
Because my mind is its hold
Even when seeing it coming
Light travels faster than sound after all
I can brace for impact but still
Adrenaline is injected
Muscles clench
Shaking starts
Without fail Again here I go
It is simply a noise I know
Still
car horns leave me screaming
bus brakes I am squealing
when my lover does dishes
I cringe taking cover
Still
The Noise
isn't all noise
Again my mind is its hold
be it threat or loss of control
Not all noise is my foe
fireworks and thunder are spared
and the right beat at the right time can be blared
but I have been concussed was
knocked out for three days
cussed at on my bike
blaring horns two decades
So I ask you to Please keep it down
and one more thing please
please
no parrots please.
For The Noise contest Hosted by Shadow Hamilton
Composed in the wee hours of March 6th 2017
To The Tune Of Christmas Wrapping By The Waitresses
Damn and blast ! Somethings wrong
My dog ran off down the freeway
I was away working hard you see
And didn't see him get away.
My car broke down, things got worse
I called the cops to help me
The perfect ending for me would be
To have car working and dog with me.
So that's - my grief
A broken car and dog not with me
Then the ' cop asked if I'd had a drink
"No" I said "The smell you smell is let me think.
The cop said" We'll have to check.
Step out the car if you please
And walk on straight toward me"
I did try but fell flat on my face.
The cops were laughing and so was I
Even when they put the cuffs on me
"What about my car" I said
One said "It's not going anywhere.”
Then they put me in the patrol car
And took me down to the station
Booked me in, put me in a cell
With some murderers and rapists.
"Not guilty" I screamed out
"Keep it down" a cop shouted.
"Want my lawyer" I said to the cop
"You've got no right to keep me.
Check my aftershave it's not booze
You'll find it's whiskey flavour."
The cop said "Pull the other one
You're spending Christmas in jail this year.
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place.
Cop laughed and said" Santa might pop
in too
You'll get turkey and some tea"
All I could think of was my poor dog
Alone out on the freeway
Or worse lying in a ditch
Without me to help him.
Then the cop said "I've got news
Your lawyer's here to see you."
My face lit up I started laughing
About time he came to get me
The cell door opened I was free to go
He'd proved to the cops what I'd told them so.
My car had been fixed, they'd towed it in
And to my surprise had found my dog
So glad it was a happy ending.
Couldn't believe it was happening.
I'm so happy, I'm so happy
Now I'm full of Christmas cheer
I'm so happy, I'm so happy
Now I'm full of Christmas cheer.
This is the second in a trilogy of football poems.All the need to be read to get the full story.
Now they've lost in the playoffs
It makes me want to cry
But they'll win next year
It's then they'll do or die
This team is full of talent
You can't keep it down for long
they'll be back with a vengance
For they will write this wrong
The quarterback still awesome
None like him came before
More wins then any rookie
Next year he'll wipe the floor
You can take it to the bank
For this is no darn lie
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there they'll do or die
You see my faith is solid
This team is due much more
To the Superbowl they're bound
Number five is at the door
I talk to you again
When they have won the Bowl
I'll tell you how we made it
Plus who you should console
Hunger 4
So much food such little time
With so much on my mind
As I consumed the New York Times today
While others read it
My stomach grabbed me by the throat
Made me feel its pain
It screamed; “Feed me real food.” “I’ll kill you on the spot you idiot!”
Rejecting lobsters, steaks and other pictures on the pages
The news informs me, implores me to eat on
Out of newspapers that I found
Though the images were colorful and pretty
The ink did not go down so well
Cellulose taste really grainy
I couldn’t fool or trick my self
Consuming nonfood stuff is, well, a little crazy
Eating buttons, coins and dirty bugs
Is not exactly healthy, delicious or nutritious
My stomach is not too fond of me these days
Perhaps it’s something that I said or ate or read
Hunger is the only one true constant
It’s hard to keep it down
I poop every morning after a Pizzelle slathered in Nutella
it is nine am in Italy and not a good time to eat mortadella
I poop after lunch after eating pizza with spicy pepperoni
it is twelve o'clock and way too early to eat my macaroni
I poop in the evening after my pasta al forno with cheese
its much too early for my salami sandwich, " Jeez Louise!"
I poop before bed and I let out a great Ah Ah, Mama Mia
as the neighbors yell out the window keep it down " Maria! "
Of course I poop like a proper Italian and here's the squeeze,
when we use the Latrina we fan ourselves to get a tiny breeze!
To be honest, I -
I don't wanna live right now...
I'm too shy, won't lie
What time is it, hm?
Oh it's time to sleep...wait up...
What day is it, hm?
My mem'ry blurz...banned...
65 wondrin' wonderz
Where have you been, man?!
65 cans I -
I kick up in the air...hm...
Keep it down a hair
56 cans I -
I kick down in the ground...hm...
Keep it up a hair
Hush, monsters inside...
Despair hurts...so, truth or dare...
Demons and angels...
Subside from my side
Sh! Silence is bliss, yo...bro?
Do me a favor...
I'm sorry...I guess...
I'm untrustworthy...yes...I'm...
A mess to be frank