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Okay my friends now let's just see
Do I have any weaknesses of my own?
Nope, after careful investigation
I find I'm just perfect to the bone
I'm a doggone stunning specimen
Of a *****sapien supreme
With bulging muscles everywhere
My tummy is tight and lean
So muscle bound, can't even bend
To tie my oversized shoes
Haven't seen some body parts
Since nineteen sixty-two
What's my secret you may ask
To my Greek Adonis form?
I chew on nuts and alfalfa grass
Celery and cobs of corn
Not your cup of tea you say?
So keep up your over stuffed ways
Like the very famous Goodyear Blimp
You'll be drifting away in the haze!
All in jest!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Terracotta dreams alight
in rising Roman aqueducts
slipping in twilight hours of the night
where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge
with Hercules standing muscle-bound
from which olden images are hung
as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the castle floors
to pray a prayer aloud
beyond grand cathedral doors
holding visions authentic to each crowd;
slip in and out the corridors of legacy
Segovia and Madrid, the old Alcazar,
where history lay in wait splendidly
and time marches on, near and far;
these are mere images that remain
to tell a story old yet true
by which history is framed
a place, a legend, a story not new;
let it rise, let it stay
mysteries laid in the past
while awe and beauty grace the day
and visions and dreams race fast.
Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, red and black, tricolored, golden star-stung steel: twisted features, leaden, pale, inflamed; hoarse guffaws. A grim onslaught of pretense. To hear what these kids would say about Cherubino in their rough voices and violent ways. They’re heading to town to get it from behind, all decked out in sickening luxury.
A violent Paradise of runaway sneers! But no match for your Fakirs and hackneyed theatrics. In costumes sewn together with all the taste of a nightmare, they strut through assorted laments, tragedies filled with all every brigand and demigod missing from religion and history. Chinese, Hottentots, bohemians, fools, hyenas, Molochs, ancient lunacies, sinister demons—they slip savage slaps and tickles into your mother’s old chestnuts. A little avant-garde here, some three-hankie stuff there. Master jugglers who use riveting comedy to transform players and scenes. Eyes ignite, blood sings, bones stretch, tears and red rivulets run. Their clowning can last minutes, or months.
Only I have the key to this savage sideshow.
:: 07.31.2022 ::
Have you ever dreamt of being a reigning queen
But then you woke up to find
You were the same loveable dude you've always been
Generous, charming and kind
Well it has happened to me quite recently
Got hemmoroids sitting on the throne
So I sits me down quite gingerly but it still hurts quite a bit
That's not thunder you hear, it's my groans
Never would have believed it was even at all possible
Me being a muscle bound dude
But if Bruce Jenner can suddenly become Caitlyn Jenner
Being Jacquelyn, ain't so absurd
Think I'll just stay male in the few years I have left
It's worked for me up until now
Been a raging bull through my incredibly long life
How does one become a cow
© Jack Ellison 2015
Another love poem for all you people
This guy's quite the charmer it seems
Could teach the young guys a thing or two
About wooing pretty young things
Don't mean to brag but I'm quite irresistible
When I turn on my masculine charm
Afraid you won't stand a ghost of a chance
To resist would cause you some harm
I'd be forced to resort to Master Plan B
With tactics so charming and sweet
It's actually illegal in some parts of the world
You'll quiver right down to your feet
At the very sight of my muscle bound body
My friends, you'll shudder and swoon
Unfortunately I'll have to reduce my charm
And that would be quite inopportune
Sometimes I can be quite overwhelming
But sweet young things like youse
Have surely been exposed to this stuff before
And can handle it without much ado
So methinks it's best I'll just cool it for now
And go back to my shy persona
Just know there's a Super Hero lurking inside
Set to explode like a supernova
© Jack Ellison 2014
A man who is held
Yet is never told
That a man can not love as a woman
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
He's never held
This I am told
Strong, mighty, never take down
Never shown no emotion
This is of a man who rose
Tall, firm, solid and loved
By every woman and he claims to only love them
But he lies the story he tells
A womanizer, foniacator, adult or
Holding down women who are not yours
Still yet you stand strong
In your mind you're not wrong
And you keep sinning thinking you're God given
To all women
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
This I'm told a man can't be held
For he rose
Again he's strong, tall, prickly
Muscle bound standing tall
In a worldly garden of desire
His mind not his heart yet both deemed
As a rose he
Okay my friends now let's just see
Do I have any weaknesses of my own?
Nope, after careful investigation
I find I'm really perfect to the bone
I'm a doggone stunning specimen
Of a *****sapiens supreme
With bulging muscles everywhere
My tummy is tight and lean
So muscle bound, can't even bend
To tie my oversized shoes
Haven't seen some body parts
Since nineteen sixty-two
What's my secret you may ask
To my Greek Adonis form?
I chew on nuts and alfalfa grass
Celery and cobs of corn
Not your cup of tea you say?
So keep up your over stuffed ways
Like the very famous Goodyear Blimp
You'll be drifting away in the haze!
I seem to recall a story
Long, long ago
Where two pillars of their Gods
Stood beside the Atlantic flow
They stood at the end
Of a great walled canyon
To another world you'd pass
Where every one was a companion
These people were so advanced
So far ahead of their time
Their nautical skills amazed
Leaving passing sailors sublime
Their culture was a wonder
As they lived in white marbled cities
Toned men so muscle bound
And their women so delightedly pretty
They never fought in wars
They had no reason too
No enemy could ever advance
Their Gods would never let them through
They could only encroach by ship
But their Gods would see them come
Their pillars would move together
Then a mighty wave would run
The waters would climb so high
To meet their skies of blue
When the mighty pillars met
The wave crashed down on their crews
When the waters calmed
Their was no sight of them
No debris from their ships
Or even floating men
What ever happened to this world
We could learn so much from them
Where Gods protected their people
All children, women and men
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It is the lairiest of epochs
Ignore slop do a pop vox
Chock a block with shocks
But the scariest of tik toks
Snapping like hungry crocs
Another spate of hate docks
Photos that everyone clocks
Those ones who girls mocks
Are as deadly as small pox
Aren't all as strong as an ox
Shaking from online knocks
Drowning in instasham lochs
Stinks like young men's socks
Mistaking that a cure’s botox
Crowning a theory I defrocks
That faking makes you a fox
Solution sells comes out a box
Lies stir fries in corporate woks
Smells fishy like out of date lox
Why jog cheat the elite flocks
Fatty injections vanity smocks
As the poor everything hocks
Pharma firm flogs all its stocks
Not just peahens also peacocks
Androids on steroids rippled jocks
Muscle bound like the Springboks
Why are so many blokes.. cocks?
How about all go on a long detox
Take note your boat you’re the cox
Winner is the inner you which rocks
Fashion rations compassion is bollox!
Are we heading for the same fate as civilisations past?
As we grow too fast,
On too big a repast.
Our muscles bound up in red tape,
Bending us into the wrong shape,
To look more like an ape.
Taking happy pills,
Instead of paying the bills,
Only a few heading for the hills.
People on high horses, going nowhere,
As we foul up the atmosphere,
Spending too much time in the air.
Those in command no longer wearing chains,
Free to turn off the mains,
Is there anyone free of muscle pains?
Can we at least check the size of our boots?
Look at the colour of our suits,
And go easy on eating too many fruits.
Maybe there is still time,
For some of us to shine,
And set it all to Rhyme.