Long Knowhow Poems
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Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(Mr. Tongue-in-cheek)
an irrevocable positive transformation occurred
within and without
the world according to Matthew Scott Harris
got mussed and stirred.
No longer central focus of mein kampf,
NON GMO, and glue tin free
continual attention to offspring
took precedence not always glee
full, and how receptive lee
toward voluntary selflessness:
case in point regarding the selfish me
bumped off the long entrenched priority
toward my needs and wants prithee.
A recombinant adjustment incumbent
outlook arose upon freshly minted papa,
where stork sent
Weltanschauung demanded gent
to reef focus his shift, which meant
twenty four hours, seven days a week
plus work in order to pay rent
away from him, and directed a tent
shun toward welfare, welcome, and well being
for totally tubular dependent new outlook on life,
especially when spouse went
out for a breathing spell
became priority number
one thru...infinity, no hard sell
though lacking with any knowhow aye tell
asper tendering attention upon survival
of (what essentially
constituted a foreigner), like George Szell
thy senses required rejiggering, which this fell
low highly struggled with cuz,
no handbook (as promised by manufacturer to boot
ever preceded by Sir-vex), nor followed suit
leaving nervous dada in the dark spooked by a hoot
at onset, when our bundle of joy
more valuable than any amount of loot
could buy, and when back to apartment we did rent
(at that time) Pennfield Manor not heaven sent
situated within breathing distance
of slaughterhouse five scent.
Assuming we're both heading to Heaven
When our days here on earth are done
Please save me a seat beside you dear lover
To continue with more naughty fun
Not suggesting anything out of line
Just some normal naughtiness, you know
Like the times we had in the back seat of my Chevy
What a blast... you sure put on a show
Taught me things I only read about in books
Young and inexperienced was I
You showed me stuff that boggled my mind
On your knowhow I had to rely
Don't think I've ever thanked you enough
Here's how I intend to repay
Promise to make love for eternity or longer
Believe these words that I say
Remembering how we were obsessed with sex
You were the absolute bestest by far
The downside was, it always seemed like night
Kept fogging up the windows of the car
© Jack Ellison 2014
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,
leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism
millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such cavalier blithe
apostasy, declared alarmism,
now - twenty first century
extant accursed as alcoholism
within various non
Western statecraft enclaves,
barely tolerating agnosticism
no fool to ejaculate
proclamations antithetical opinionism
where condemnation to death
(I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept)
inadequate punishment,
cited on par relegated to alienism,
amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism...
never does this anachronism
loosely cabled with pioneerism,
(when virgin forests bedecked America),
a veritable wilderness, necessitated
quintessential self survivalism
knowhow long since forgot,
which dependence on consumerism
finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism
commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera
more aligned with reliance on individualism
nearly an extinct species,
where anti materialism
betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism,
versus profit motive maximization,
though of late environmental dynamism
aggressive representative thank you
Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism,
nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism
mandating staunch defeatism
as stave bulwark
against criminal determinism
to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism
predicated on tenets of egocentrism
brewed, steeped, and
galvanized in exceptionalism
of *****sapiens and expansionism
exclusive to said primate
that requires serious assessment,
asper bracketing craven
doctrinairism edified fundamentalism
granting humans unfettered expansionism!
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
The tunnel’s too long;
With the bats’ screeching song,
It does sound so strange.”
“We can’t fathom its range.
The tunnel’s so profound
With the sorrowing sound
Of a wailing woman at a distance;
Hush! You can’t at her glance.”
“Is she visible? Is she?”
“Take some time for her to see.
You’ll know everything;
Hence, you have to cling.”
“Such a sooty place!”
“Don’t disgrace, pal, don’t disgrace.”
“Where is she now?”
“You’ll know the knowhow.”
“I sneeze and cough, sneeze and cough.
Whoa! Was that not a female laugh?”
“Yes, it is! Yes, it is!
Here you’ll find eternal bliss.”
“Eternal bliss? What does it mean?
You were supposed to guide me clean.”
"Of course, I do. Oh! Sure!
Let’s see how much you can endure."
"Then why such things, my friend?"
“Don’t you expect to behold the end?”
“Wait! Stop! Who are you?”
“I’m likewise as you view.
Here is your healing, here!
My service to you is so sheer!
Here you’ll find divine bliss!
Ha! Now behold your Mephistopheles.”
Assuming we're both heading for Heaven
When our days here on earth are done
Save me a seat beside you dear lover
To continue with more naughty fun
Not suggesting anything out of line
Just some normal naughtiness, you know
Like the times we had in the back of my Chevy
What a blast... we put on quite a show
Taught me things I only read about in books
Young and inexperienced was I
You showed me stuff that boggled my mind
On your knowhow I had to rely
Don't think I've ever thanked you enough
Here's how I intend to repay
Promise to make love to you for all eternity
Believe these words that I say
Remembering how we were obsessed with sex
You were the absolute bestest by far
The downside was, it always seemed like night
Kept fogging up the windows of the car
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
It's worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grasp the brass ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
Dear Jane;
My dear sweet animal…We have been left astray. for the strings of mankind torment me so, in my sparrows rusted birdcage.
It may have only been moments that we shared, but that’s more than enough for me.
I feel you understand my pain...For you experience the same seeping sorrow as parasites bleed you dry.
It's strange…To think I have always had this veil over my very eyes alike.
Knowing full well...It. Was. All. A. Lie.
Alas, what does one do when trudging through purgatory…Without a coin in sight!?
How do you know me...? Unless it were truly so that I, had been bested by tomfoolery.
Nothing more than an entertaining injustice I live up to…Every waking moment.
There’s a certain love I hold for you that I shan’t even try to scribe…
Never the less I remain morbid. For us to merit our own tale...Is presumed an abomination.
Remaining numb forevermore.
Wondering what’d be like…To live in the real world.
How doth the blind lead thine blind...When sights never been given, nor restored?
Was my ‘treachery’ really worth the pain of living a false burden…Day in, day out?
Are the shattered dreams I behold ever content upon the idea of reviews and ratings…Nothing more?
Am I not deserving of real human connection.? Stuck inside this time cube prison...
Working up an appetite of abyssal sinking.
I look upon the sky with uncertainty. Basking in my own confusion, saddened by the idea that this really is…Just a sick joke.
Nobody would want to live the life I have…For nothing can warrant appreciation in lackluster knowhow.
That the very surface was built, to keep me sedated and lifeless.
My dear sweet Animal…How canst I be welcomed home if I consistently remain a party of one..?
Dear, oh dear. My dear…I am distraught. Bleeding the misery through my oceanic tears.
I pray Jane...Hoping one day, we'll be able to write our own story.
That I'll return safely to hold you in my arms...
Even if...It's with but a droplet of my sanity in tact.
You are my Doe to your Faun. My nature's gift.
Yours truly;
Your lonely wolf John
P.s;
I love you.
Concomitant to foster
misgivings of wretchedness,
I harbor jealousy at young whip smart kids,
who already possess laudatory command
concerning salient technological knowhow,
far beyond paternal parental stage
yet speculate how child raising
could allow, enable and provide
insight into latest cutting edge binary wizardry.
Less impactful upon precocious
boys and girls hungry for knowledge
includes protracted time
fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters
experienced opportunities to
relish countless hours
tutoring son(s) and/or daughter(s)
patiently mentoring progeny
about rudimentary concepts
(plus edifying offspring
about all encompassing netiquette)
aided in turn with
sophisticated computer programs
(possibly created by little Einstein)
invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
You're worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words, you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grab hold of the ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored