Long Nth degree Poems
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Big Daft Dave
With his smiley round face
Has left this life
For a maybe better place.
I'd not seen him
For many a long while
But I'll never forget
His why me smile
Or his great
Infectious grin;
Dave was never slow
At getting them in.
Too late I heard
He'd just recently passed
But he'd remained a card
To the very last.
His cremation arranged
To the nth degree
The minister said,
As it was told to me,
When asked if he would like
Any Effects put in his coffin
He apparently said
Put a fire extinguisher in
Humour me
For pity’s sake
Just in case
You’ve made a mistake
Big Daft Dave
Always loved the absurd
As he showed with those few
Almost final words.
I can see him now
With that big daft grin
At a heavenly bar
Getting his round in,
And wearing all the while
That great big daft why me smile.
My love for you knows no bounds
An exquisite affair of the heart
Passionately addicted to the nth degree
Knew it right from the start
The signs were there for everyone to see
Google-eyed and mumbling away
Forgetting important meetings and such
Or the silly stuff I wound say
Us humans don't have it down pat, yet
We still have a way yet to go
To call us perfect is a bit premature
But the progress we're making shows
At times people actually make some sense
Of some of the things I say
But bidding someone a fond farewell
Is not how to start each day
It seems I've been bitten and bitten real good
By this bug that's known as love
Haven't slept soundly for many a night
Dreaming of my sweet turtledove
© Jack Ellison 2014
Golden Retrievers are the bestest friends
They'll love you no matter what
Even if you've just had the worst day ever
These charmers your heart will touch
Their wagging tails are a good indication
You're their favourite supplier of love
They're also aware you're a supplier of food
There's no higher friendship above
They're the bestest friend a man can have
They trust you to the nth degree
Treat them kindly, they're almost like people
Except when they need to pee
Then they cross their eyes and cross their legs
And dance back and forth, to and fro
But they never complain, just motor along
Unless of course you react to slow
Golden Retrievers are the bestest friends
They'll love you no matter what
They'll love you even if the sky's falling down
The bestest damn friend you've got
© Jack Ellison 2014
The shiny box tempted her the most!
A turquoise ribbon just glowing!
It was from her best friend and the host.
Their true, long friendship showing.
Truly, no gift was needed.
She picked up her box with glee!
Their years together, appreciated and compassion, to the nth degree
The box was light , ribbon glowing like a peacock feather!
Opening it made her breathless!
Both had eyes upon each other.
with tears , appreciating true character!
Inside the box, she discovered naught
but tissued rainbow paper .
Representing decades of love and
truthfulness.
Reflecting their total honesty and heart
chambers.
The splendid cake of gleefulness, filled the room with the joy of openness!
3-13-2022
One winter long long ago
It was our first year together
My husband
God bless his heart
Decided he’d go shopping
You guessed it
'Twas Christmas eve.
We’ll say up front
The man’s on crutches
And despises shopping
To the nth degree
But off he went
Into a small pharmacy
Loaded up his cart
Imagine my surprise
On Christmas morn
When I was handed a
Jumbo Christmas stocking
Everything individually wrapped
Aspirin, tums, soap
Throat lozenges
A battery-operated toothbrush
And so much more
But what I remember most vividly
Was my twelve year supply
Of pink Lady Schick razors
That hint of disappointment
Didn’t last too long
For now this wife
Is best buds with Santa Claus
No matter what else
May hide under the Christmas tree
Every year since
There have always been
Delightfully wrapped surprises
Greeted Christmas day
With the loudest and cheeriest
“ Thank you,
Thank you, Santa. ”
And that's how Christmas
Was saved over in our household
The moral of the story being
We should never count on others
To make us happy
When we are pleasantly surprised
That's just bonus
I love winter and
Everything about Christmas
Always have
Always will
It's never been
About presents
But more about
The holiday cheer
And the love that bonds us
To our loved ones
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 1, 2021 for contest A CHRISTMAS GIFT MEMORY sponsored by B.J. LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on December 6, 2017 for contest CHRISTMAS STORY sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 4TH
“Adults fear their youths who see through hypocrisy and won’t be silenced. Told to stop disrespectful behavior and not to fight ~ though it’s adults who taught them to stand up for what is right”—Poet
There is a book burning
Nine months since the banning of books,
The politics of fear are rising from minds bent
Into a Muslim camp they are sent
Seventeen-year-old Layla and her parents
detained inside, her boyfriend on the outside
Even though they’re citizens. What does he do?
Comparisons to the Japanese camps in WWII
White supremacy, a chilling coincidence?
Should Muslim Americans fight back for their independence?
Parents struggle just for survival,
under an unscrupulous Director and his guard’s evil revival
What takes place in determent is no mystery
It has already happened in history
Truth is hidden by the dictators
Bullies, cowards crass with words cruel, blustery,
Controlling, sparking fear unfettered, in this story
Freedom is traded for a false quote
Fascists and authoritarians never remote
Our voices will not be silenced
Power to teenage protagonists!
As a high school teacher Samira knows,
Teenagers always speak out to those
Show they have power, fear young hope collectively
Our privilege, use it for what’s bigger than we
Conflicts parents who shield their child to the nth degree
Meanwhile those children have gleaned from their parents
“You raised me to ask questions for injustices and now you shut me down”
Marching encouragement, teenage Idealism, hope
Duty to fight for justice is in wide scope
Youth who gaze toward the future can make a difference
They have perceived corruption in their world
They shall fight with persistence, resistance
Young activist with a desire
Unbridled zeal afire
Electron herders,
that's us. It began
earnestly late 20th century.
The first organic computers
using polymerase and qubits
came later. Weaponry
via numbers, words
magically appearing,
telepathy. Measurements
in which the last significant digit
is the Other. However
immediately depleted
our resources were,
antibiotics were always at the ready.
Forgetting what we knew,
reverting to austerity
because in times of prosperity
we forgot to be austere.
It's the uncertainty principle
taken to the nth degree
where the bad god resides,
Zeus, passionate, confused, obtuse.
Yes, we are electron herders
matter gatherers and shapers
of our time. Cancerous
cysts, irrational exuberance,
collective experience, experiments
gone well or wrong,
we were trying all along
to last forever. Flood and fire
saw to that.
Prospero was our answer
who threw his book
into the sea and wanted to be
mortal, meditative.
Find himself. We found
the world without the self
cornus to oxalis
orbitals and calculus
waves and particles
equally likely to be
within us as without us.
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
On that fateful day in August arriving late, so unusual for me
For I am always early; did I know deep down what the verdict would be
As soon as I walked through that door, the neurologist told me my fate
I had Parkinson’s she said; a degenerative disease; but then I heard no more
How I wanted to scream are you sure, are you sure
Then I started to cry; then I started to shake
How on earth would I cope; how on earth would I live
I am now all alone since my darling had died
But the kindly sweet nurse made a cup of sweet tea
She gave me a hug sending me on my way
with armfuls of booklets, to read one by one
and not all at once, there’s so much to take in
I spoke to my family, I cried, they cried
I spoke to my friends, I cried, they cried
Then slowly I realised it could be much worse
I began to get angry; I began to curse
Till finally I vowed to live life to the full
Making each second count, till the day my time comes
I vowed that Parkinson’s will never define me
I will never let it rule me; I will fight it to the nth degree
Written 21st December 2018
Competition: You are not defined by
Sponsor: John Hamilton
2nd place
Standard contest 180
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
You and I - Us
I’m going to marry you someday real soon;
I’m going to take you around the world.
I’m going to show you Heaven beneath the Moon.
I am in love with You; I want you to always be My Girl.
We are going to fly so high!
That we will be as high as a kite;
Or a Condor flying out to catch a little sun.
Let us bask in the beautiful light.
Let us pray for some hope,
For a better tomorrow;
For a better day of sun,
To come out from underneath the clouds
And bring back the fun.
I want you to be happy always;
Because I love to see the smile on your face.
Every beautiful day, I awake to your grace.
I thank every God ever imagined, for the Heaven you portray.
So kiss me quickly, before I am gone.
I ran so easily, when I thought you were The One.
She’s never going to marry and be faithful to a loser like me;
So goodbye my love and hope; hello ‘So Called Easy Street’.
No love for me? Then no reason to live.
No problem for me? Then what’s the point in me playing?
Mr. and Mrs. to the Nth degree;
Decree this decision to allow you to be free,
Is far from folly to me.
So marry me and stay forever faithful to our love;
Then I will be your husband always
And then we can forever remain as You and I – Us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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