Long Lovey dovey Poems
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It’s the leading ****
Of the film!”
“Jen, you are not
allowed to talk during movies!”
“Try breathing deeply.
I find that helpful.”
“Want to know
why you’re not my type?”
“No.”
It’s 2026
and time to rewatch
The film-
‘6 days and 7 nights’
I knew I was watching
a hilarious take
on dating, marriage,
strain and tug,
separation,
planes stuck in sand,
the lovey-dovey,
seriously funny
jokes.
This isn’t funny.
You are having divorce
for dessert.
“Some sort of creature,
has just swum up my pants.”
Everything can be funny
and “all good questions.”
You won’t catch
me smiling,
hunting peacocks,
or doing anything
boringly Orthodox, or
unquietly silly.
“Ha! I’ve flown with you
twice, and you crashed
half the time.”
“Stop!”
Something is crawling
in your hair. “Stop!”
I got it. I love you!
Walk.
I’m an old maiden I must confess this
Quite happy to evade domestic bliss
I only have to do laundry for one
And had one kid one and done
Never have to check in with a hubby
Don’t fake it if not feeling lovey dovey
I have a mirror so I don’t need that
Pat on the rear when I ask if I’m fat
Never have to worry if he loves me
Not in a huge hurry for matrimony
I’ve more years behind than ahead
Grateful for time as we all will be dead
I’m a bit selfish that I don’t require
Ring and shellfish with wine by fire
I’m an old maiden and I must confess
I’m content in my life I’m truly blessed
So it's back to love, gonna write about love
My favourite subject besides giggles
The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment
Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle
Love makes me act in very strange ways
As if I'm possessed by some demons
Always been a very prim and proper man
Really can't imagine the reason
Maybe I'm reliving my teenage years
Heard you do when reaching old age
Those romps in the hay with the girl next door
When teenage hormones just raged
Well this didn't turn out the way I expected
It's void of the lovey dovey stuff
So I'm gonna sit right down and try again
Sometimes I find it real tough
Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey
It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow
Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore
But let's get back to me and my sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hoopty dooing!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Expression are never
Exaggerated
They are often
Off the wall
Who's keep you
Over inflated
Does truth equalize
Us all
Best before it
Expires
Limit yourself
Like a fool
Real love obligates
Ones devotion sets
The rule
Ain't tryna run no game
This man likes what he sees
Pushing me away sometimes
Makes me want you more
You go to far when you
Leave me on my knees
Don't have me out their
In need of love getting Grist
Ain't that hard at times
Guess I am the same
Way to
Guess I ain't always
So kind
Say you love me
We can be
All lovey dovey
Let me have my way
To night
Real as real can be
Talking you and me
Baby let me love
You tonight
Ain't what we do
When it's me and you
See I love it when
You turn me on
I like it too
Do what you do
Me and you.
Got a love
Thing going on
Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey
It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow
Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore
But let's get back to me and you sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hooptie dooing!
~~People~~
Has anyone ever been slighted?
Is anyone ever upset?
Do you ever think of revenge?
I hope not and yet…
There are some that cannot let things go
It’s hard-but hate they seem to show
Why can we not forgive each other?
And live as we should like sister and brother…
But they have their own problems as well
It’s a shame in life - something’s we cannot tell
Of our love for each other we should not use spite
Revenge should be banished - and so should slight…
I don’t mean we should be all lovey-dovey or more
Just get on with life which can be a chore
Help and not hinder - love and not hate
Greet with open arms - never slam the gate…
We are people together, in a life that is hard
Let’s get on with it now and say badness is barred
Live and let live, and I don’t mean those that are bad
I want people to get on- but even I am not that mad…
My thought for the day
©
Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter
If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein kampf,
I remember when fertilization begat
after nine months in utero...
ah dat womb dar full habitat
i.e. uterus cradled humanity, whereat
teeming bajillions primates
peopling planet Earth
couples made lovey dovey after spat
(which species among
other flotsam and jetsam),
got shot out (think) analogous
muzzle loaded gat
excellent marksman aimed
then squirted packed heat hot
as summer temperature
gets within Gujarat
recorded courtesy, thee
oldest functioning thermostat,
albeit microcosmic primordial vat
testy sea men don
(May comb hairy
gah great again) conical hat.
I surmise proto humans
especially storied hall
(conjured in Peer Gynt
by Edvard Grieg
of mountain king)
trumpeted, tooted thwacked,
and announced presence
courtesy posterior primal mating call,
which vibrant cheekiness heard all
around the mulberry bush to Gaul
hmm... maybe e'en hot air
inspired Marc Chagall,
while sitting atop porcelain throne,
nonetheless scandalous
rectal blasts methinks help explain fall
of Rome, whereby noxious
generated silent but deadly nauseating
noisome pall mall
felled friend and foe alike
analogous on minuscule
scale to Chernobyl
level 7 nuclear accident
also linkedin, when
Polar Vortex doth stall
across avast swath planet Earth
forcing quick thinkers to marshall,
what (mathers) matters
such as... antique pinball
machines worth a mint,
a to install.
This old quilt lies across the bed, the one we shared for so many years.
Each stitch lovingly made with the old-time craft once taught to you.
This pink stitch enfolds me now, in a memory of the fires,
the one built on the hearth and the other on the heart.
love traces each step
records in timeless pattern ~
double wedding ring
This old quilt remains an exquisite reminder of those moments, the years
of happiness marching in sequenced stitch, hand in hand. Yes,
here the yellow stitch binds the two who basked in afterglow
when dim or bright, lighting the days and comforting the nights.
this day is the best
ever in our hearts and souls ~
to have and to hold
Years spent watching you skillfully count the moments in caring hands
that carried us through good and bad, grief and loss, joy and pain.
Countless hours making life bearable and believable stand out
in blue on this old quilt, reminiscent of our life, always sharing, always together.
for all the good times
staying strong thoughout the bad ~
always lovey dovey
Your hands are now still and the counting has ended those memories,
but this old quilt that still lies across the bed, begging I look past
tatters and stains from old age and much comfort to see the future
as bright as when each lavender stitch was lovingly placed there.
always in my heart
this old quilt remains as I do ~
forever yours
There are the wins and losses,
carrying our cardboard crosses.
People on the sidelines chanting,
the politicians are panting.
A military show of force,
that wants to go back to the horse.
The night is for taking chances,
while the Earth and the Moon dances.
Sometimes Life is such a drama,
like jumping in snow from sauna.
Then there are lovey dovey times,
when you can make up lots of rhymes.
When you are the guard at the post,
or when you are playing the host.
Everyone knows you play the game,
its all about selling your name.
Just remember the end of time,
when your writing your final rhyme.
You'll be the master of this place,
when you must show your sacred face.
When it comes down to push and shove,
the key is to turn it to love!