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Certainly. There's lotsa stuff
that's no more.
Certainty, like death, is forever.
Change stops when you're dead.
Change does just that, keeps changing.
You can give up smoking
yet you can't give up changing.
Gave up smokin' fifty years ago.
Cigarettes, ash trays, things of my past.
There's something about ashes
everyone eventually ends up there.
Many of us make ashes of ourselves.
These Ifs surely can get ya.
And those Ands keep comin'.
But the Butts
no more for me.
Funny how this works.
Certainty, good riddance.
No Ifs Ands or Butts.
19 Lines Free Verse 93 Words October 2022
Pen illustration G. Gaul
a bee
invaded our car in
nineteen fifty four
while we were driving
to the jersey shore
flew in my open back window
of our two tone ford custom
pea green top black bottom
hurtling down the highway
four kids two adults
doing sixty
our kid arms outside the windows
flailing and pushing the wind
no cares
must have looked from above
like some giant green beetle
lotsa wiggly white legs
once the bee was inside
it was havoc
screaming and screeching
kids curled up in fear
in the rear
mom and dad barking out orders
we knew it had a stinger
it wanted to get us
stab us
never really saw its sticky spear
scary when needles are near
it buzzed all about
for a minute or two
up to the windshield
back near my ear
mom tried to thwack it
with her home journal
but missed
it disappeared
we all wanted to kill it
that is what you do with bees
waited and waited
no bee
then in a fury it came out
from under the front seat
hiding in a sea of springs
plotting for its moment
its chance to escape
we must have gone twenty miles
with it in our car
so out it came
buzzed a bit
then flew out my window
gone
we all took a sigh of relief
the villain excommunicated
after the yapping stopped
silence for a few miles
then i got a slow sadness
how will it find its home
it was very very far away
i thought if i was the bee
maybe i would feel lost
i remember when mom
found me in wanamakers
in toys
mom leaned over the front seat
and said
his home is everywhere
huh
that was enough for me
even though i had no clue
what it all meant what to do
my first lesson in empathy
taught by a teeny thing so wee
a bee
free verse 74 lines 326 words
Pen illustration G. Gaul
Got lotsa love that I share every day
With my friends on Poetry Soup
But I reserve my real true affection
For you Miss Cathie whoop whoop
Love you sweet lady so much it hurts
Want to hold you and plant big smackers
Right on your lips and other places
Some are quite naughty for that matter
Not being specific but one of the places
Is immediately below your neck
Remember last time I touched you there
Nearly swallowed my dentures by heck
Sure like to almost swallow them again
I'm older but remember so well
That joyous tingly feeling down below
Better sit down and rest me a spell
When we're together I'm forever asking
A big favour of you if you will
Will you allow me to plan more big smackers
Till my desires are finally fulfilled
© Jack Ellison 2014
Tee-hee, I'm here again, jus' meef
Wit' dimples shining, chub-chub cheeks
Yous gotsta see my two new teef
(Dough dey be dwibblin' lotsa leaks)
Me hasn't got no udders yet
But dese is purrfect side-by-side
Dey always shiny, white and wet
(And sometimes get my tungy tied)
My bib is stain, dey make me dwizzle
Fwum learnin' how to use 'em wight
And when I talk my essez wizzle
(Toof Fairy brung 'em late one night)
Fer sher can't wait to really use 'em
Cuz mama says dey shine my chin
How I gotsta bite and chew some
Grow more dandies for my gwin
Oh how I wuv dese bwight new tings
And mama wuvs 'em, I can tell
She always waffs and always sings
When I bite daddy ... make him yell!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Baby Face What's You Thinkin' 2" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
(I used photograph number three)
Long ago and way up north
Further than you can ever believe
Joey, a jaunty little fellow appeared
Folks wondered what was up his sleeve
Joey was unusual to say the least
Had lotsa neat things on his mind
No building forts or throwing snowballs
Was a kid of a different kind
Went straight to visit Santa one day
Brought him happy holiday joy
When Joey showed him his unique treasure
Santa hugged this unusual little boy
For what little Joey brought with him
Made Santa's heart dance with glee
The magnificent sight in front of Santa
Was a Technicolor Christmas Tree
They placed it in the centre of town
Folks sang and all joined hands
As they danced around this colourful tree
Bells rang out all o'er the land
There's a moral to this charming tale
Don't brush these wee kiddies aside
They're our future come hell or high water
So treat these young people with pride
MINI VACATION
sweetness of four days
off in a row
to pitter, to dream, to combat
the clutter and dust, even the walls
how have i missed that? to dream
on paper with dot to dots, morse
code – oh, help-me-not! so relaxed
like a mini vacation 24/7 – no rush
the slow grind of coffee beans –
taking moment to filter the smell through
my nose, the ah and ah, having time
on my side. the interlude of grands
their giggle girl laughs, rolling eyes,
oh – their sweet hugs, i can’t buy
and the birthday of a g-son too far
away – hope he had fun, a good one!
a lone pink cloud comes into sight
brimming at the window’s corner,
more of pink and lavender, like
eyelid shades. it’ going to be a pretty day,
my last day before work calls my name.
the wall of books surround me, poetry
of course – Langston Hughes, Carl Sandburg;
Unsinkable and even Little House On The Prairie
and first season of Downton Abbey – lotsa
chattering in that one (missing Poldark)
and just a scintilla of news, only a tiny bit
ah, yes, a vacation of sorts. and the best part –
visiting my folks, a day trip – asking my dad
questions that prompt his eyes to light up.
and to inundate me with so many details –
of water holes near the tracks, of Bethel Island,
of not eating ever, as he recalls in his childhood
memory sleepy state. a movie with mom.
perhaps an Oscar for LaLa Land. two great
big hugs as i leave. i needed this week!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I go to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
I write pretty poems
I eat lotsa stuff
I goes to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
CHORUS
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I like to pick wild flowers
I dress up in women's clothing
And hang around in showers
Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
(My apologies to Monty Python
but Carol made me do it)
© Jack Ellison 2015
oh little pot, little pot
please do tell me what i'm not
tell me, tell me whatsyagot
may be, may be it's a lot
you may hold secrets 'n stories
tales of lotsa ancient glories
made by native hands of clay
not sired but fired that way
on outside a bright colored glaze
you come in all sorts shapes 'n sizes
inside i think there are surprises
close the lid and go within
to the place nobody's been
it's so dark a place inside
no place to live, just to hide
or is it true they're all the same
with no light blank and plain
find another pot and go in
without sight, new worlds begin
oh little pot, little pot
please do tell me i'm not a lot
Written 6/1/20
Up and at 'em, the old saying goes
But today's not one of those days
Still got sleepy in my tired old eyes
Everything is just a big haze
It's harder and harder to jump outta bed
Welcoming each brand new morning
Lotsa things change as we start to age
They happen without any warning
Once was able to walk for a mile
Without having to sit by a tree
Now just making it across the street
Without stopping is a challenge for me
My life has proven damn good so far
No serious health issues or stuff
Been a lucky individual all my long life
Never once have I fallen on my duff
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once read that a kangaroo can't jump
Unless its tail is touching the ground
I've tried it and I couldn't jump either
I too was literally earthbound
Heaviest land mammal is the elephant
Weighing close to 8,000 pounds
Me mum-in-law comes in a close second
Those booms are her walking around
A quarter has 119 grooves on its edge
A dime has only 118 grooves
Bet you'll be able to sleep well tonight
This information tends to soothe
A whale's heart beats only 9 times a minute
Faster when they're having sex
Imagine the picture you guys are seeing
Afterward, smoking a cigarette
It's a little-known fact that baby robins
Eat 14 feet of worms a day
The heartburn these guys must be having
Need lotsa Pepto Bismol I'd say
If you decide to walk all the way to the sun
It would take you bout 2000 years
If someone started back in 18 A.D.
They're just about to burn up, I fear
In Turkey, back in the 16th century
Drinking coffee could get you hanged
Imagine if they killed you for that today
Populations would drop with a bang
Every 8 seconds, a new baby is born
Every 14 seconds there's a death
Suggest we all stop having sex every night
Coz there won't be any space left!