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Here I am, in the mirror again, smiling in that weird way. The way that makes me suspicious of myself.
Good gravy, I am crazy. Looney. Certifiable. Where are the men in the white coats?
I watch my eyes carefully. They are mocking me. Then I stick out my tongue at my reflection.
Crazy.
In a weird way, the person in the mirror is not me. It is honestly not.
My left eye has some amber in it. I never noticed that before.
I hold my eye open and lean in toward the mirror. The eye is red when I let go of it.
Are my eyes a solid match? I blink wildly, trying to find amber in my other hazel eye.
Diabolical self, the one who thinks up underhanded things, and does them, smiles at me.
A big, evil, smile. A smirk.
Who am I?
Duh mah. Duh mah. Duh mah. My heart is beating too fast
As I stare into a stranger’s eyes.
A madwoman.
She grins at me in a hunter’s killing way.
A happy hunter’s killing way.
My husband calls, “Do you want eggs?”
We snap back together, madwoman and I. We are play-unified now, at our secret self core.
I grin at my reflection. It is time to pretend there is only one me.
“Sure,” I tell my husband. We are the great pretender.
Contest: Pick a theme Poetry Contest Sponsor: Viv Wigley Written 8-18-2018
upon arrival then
later departure
noticing my
doctor's
office
lobby
was
empty
but for
me and
his secretary
surely she wasn't
well
you know what i mean
was i the last
person on earth
not to be cured
lunar led
by meds
instead
of using more
drastic methods
like electro shock
therapy or not passing
up any bottle in front of me
as i started
humming something
orchestral
for all the scores
when watching
looney tunes
were
yes they
were profoundly
historical symphonies
or opera stuttered
by porky
or spit and
spattered
by daffy as they
drip from my cranium
then my nose
blowing
my brains
out on
a tissue
while
singing
those
we're
the
days
Form:
When he gets angry and grumpy
he starts to sound like a monkey
looks like one too
as his arms flap aloof
the man's nothing more than a numpty.
He talks like a looney as the talk goes loopy
usually unusual with no point or use at all
the mind seems drugged and boozie.
He'll make scenes in the street
beeps the horn repeatedly
moan he's fuming in the heat
giving his brain time to word how to speak to me.
He'll threat to knock your door down
or send the boys to town "you'll see"
makes random animal sounds
then says "I'm sending my mum around" "I see".
His bark is his bite,
he couldn't kick me he couldn't thump me,
his head's stark light,
let's be true to the fact he's a c.....ty
,
Peeling a luscious banana, ah!
And swinging from arm to arm,
In these luscious jungle trees.
Inhaling a clean, Spring breeze
You humans, cogitating and worrying,
Cannot even conceive of the joyous life
and freedom,
Of being a monkey!
We wear no masks as you looney humans do!
We worry not about drones as
some of you are so given to.
We are not prize driven,like some of you.
No poisons are to our systems shot.
That gives you geniuses, heart rot!
We mingle as we wish!
We are not obedient, blind fish,
Yes, indeed,we may not be as
intelligent or attractive as you!
But we are not under lockdown
by power mad humans~like you.
No Fauci creepazoids on our land
dare roam!
For we would chase him back to
you!
To live in the land of iPhones
and those insufferable, endless bullets,
6/5/2021
.
Come shroom, get high on magic mushrooms,
step through mirrors, found outside the box.
And let your mind meander all day:
sharpening the edge of surreal.
You can scratch imagination's itch:
so don't limit your expectations.
And rid a wacky wish-a-dream wave,
while bidding reality adieu.
Take a step into oblivion,
a place where vague morphs into detail.
And you'll twink-wink your awareness till
ordinary's extraordinary.
You'll taste the sweet color of a smile
inked by the passion of Looney Tunes.
And you will orbit the universe;
then gradually descend to Earth.
“Chicken!”
Just check’n in
The wizardly road
Wise crack’n
Two flowers on a stem
Yodelly-yellow
“Chicken!”
Surely escaped
From his looney pen
Clouds like cerulean lakes
On a perfectly blue sky day
Peek-a-boo chicken
Just check’n in
As if a photo bomber
Chicken’s a tease
The escapee’s off roading
Green hills and hay
Red roof and chimney
Jiminy crickets
The chicken has been spotted
He’s sporting a crimson crest
A triangular nose
Striking a pose
Will he be long gone
When the farmer’s wife
Comes looking for him
With a fork and knife
Thus far the door’s closed
And the chicken roams
Free on the range
Perhaps you’ll find his signature
Or perhaps an imposter
Drying on the paint
Perhaps it isn’t at all
What it seems
Farewell thee, chicken
And your cockeyed scene
Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before?
Okay... well only a couple of times
And I was under the influence???
The influence of WHAT, you may ask
Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples
Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by
Or the government sending me an unexpected refund
Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW
Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal
With my lovely spouse I've adored
Since the two of you were dreamy-eyed sweethearts
In grade school right up to the present
And now happily married with a couple of wee ones
Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone
But my diamond days far outnumber them
So the bottom line is
Live, love, laugh and be happy
You only get one chance to travel life's highway
So ENJOY the ride!!!
MY FIRST LENTO
Well here's my first attempt at a Lento
Tell me how am I doing so far
Swell that you thought of including me
Hell I could be your next Lento star
Send me a challenge and I'll get right to it
Tend to get excited when I write
Lend me your ears and I'll do my best
End up with my ego taking flight
© Jack Ellison 2013
LENTO NUMBER TWO
Here is number two, so how did I do
Clear I've mastered this clever form
Fear that others will give up in frustration
Mere handfuls will weather the storm
Stay with it, you'll find it so rewarding
Lay there Lento-ing through the night
Pray you don't wind up in the looney bin
Stay with it, and you'll soon get it right
© Jack Ellison 2013
Lencio Rodrigues has created this new form of poetry called a LENTO!
It consists of two 4 line verses where the first word of each line rhymes
and the end of the second and fourth lines rhyme.
He is in the process of collecting Lento poems from around the world
and publishing them in a book. Much success Lencio!
Is dance a metaphor for sex?
You’d think so if you knew my ex
(at least the barflies all believe
she’s hoarding something up her sleeve).
But what makes people want to dance?
An aural frenzy? True romance?
Would Hamlet, Shylock or Macbeth
ever dance themselves to death?
Strasbourg is the kind of town
that’s unassuming, buttoned down.
These people don’t let down their hair:
rarely reckless, somewhat square.
The year before a reign began
(that’s Charles the Fifth – the Habsburg man):
to celebrate Saint Vitus’ Day
a Strasbourg woman’s new ballet
was launched in Rue des Hallebardes
(a strange event in all regards).
Right outside her Strasbourg home,
a stone’s throw from Strassburgerdom,
one Frau Follea hit the street
(and man, that chick could move her feet!)
We don’t know what her motive was:
perhaps she did it ‘just because’.
Did she deserve the looney bin?
No - other folks were joining in!
With twisting torsos, poor and posh,
the city streets were soon awash.
Without the need for record player,
the followers of Frau Follea
bopped and boogied through the night,
as hot as Rhineland anthracite.
Did scruples sting at morning mist?
Did conscience prick them to desist?
Did people halt their hellish dance?
Not one mosher! Not a chance!
On they conga’d, rocked and rolled,
oblivious to heat or cold.
More Alsace dusks, forever amber,
reverberated to their samba.
The local grapes are full and juicy:
the people step a mean watusi.
There’s such a thing as civic pride,
but this lot cha-cha’d till they died!
Housewife, beggar, baker, barber
were parties to the danse macabre.
Was their motive pleasure? Fear?
Penance? Sydenham’s Chorea?
The reason for the quick-quick-slow
I don’t suppose we’ll ever know.
Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before?
Okay... well only a couple of times
And I was under the influence???
The influence of WHAT, you may ask
Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples
Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by
Or the government sending me an unexpected refund
Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW
Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal
With my lovely spouse I've adored
Since the two of us were dreamy-eyed sweethearts
In grade school right up to the present
And now happily married with a couple of wee ones
Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone
But my diamond days far outnumber them
So the bottom line is
Live, love, laugh and be happy
You only get one chance to travel life's highway
So ENJOY the ride!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014