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Here's Jack's philosophy in a nutshell
Did you catch that, in a NUTshell?
Got a little bit off the track for a while
But he's chugging along again like hell
Didn't think it would be too too long
He's basically a real jester at heart
Things always seem to strike him funny
Like when a preacher lets out a big fart
A fart is just simply a bodily function
Even the Queen of England lets 'em fly
But her escorts always say “pardon me”
Giving Queenie a built-in alibi
His LOCOmotive's chugging along again
Some sillies will be coming along soon
It's how this guy rolls, the silly old jester
As he attempts to eat spaghetti with a spoon
Seems like I'm trying a wee bit too hard
That spaghetti thing wasn't that funny
How about a fellow who's had one too many
Balancing a beer on his tummy
Okay I promise to work on this stuff
I'm more than a wee bit rusty it seems
BARE with me, or fully clothed if you wish
Convulsed with laughter you'll scream
© Jack Ellison 2014
"...you could be the 'IBM704' or n'Auntie... which would you be...?"
I paused to think on it.
lol
With Love...
~Ooooh Steven...
Yeah, you hear,
in the 'Gates Motel'....
eyelash typist, I hope you're well. ;)
Tease I can at the squawk, Mr. Hawk,
You sent two men, to speak your talk.
And so we did.
~155... you're still alive~
Yes, I Am....
~Tonight I lay me down to sleep,
Was tempted by the darkest sheep,
but did I turn? Know, I kept the peace.
Digital voice, I hear you speak,
~ eyelash typist dared to peak.
Breaking code in an eight spoke chair,
Catching bubbles in between the air.
~ I see you there...
Ribbons high, vibrations low,
magnetic flash we call NeetO!
Then I wondered to myself,
"....and to where did he go?"
"Position Assigned" I heard it read.
I look about but Who did I see?
Just Me. Can it be....?
I'm an Auntie?
Shock, surprise, eyes wide in smile!
I checked it twice then cried awhile...
Not sure I applied, but then realized
it might be true after all...
Might be what the Leggos call
Life. In a nutshell.
But hey, if it is indeed to be
n'Auntie, then who better.
:) The best *I* do,
is write Love letters...
... And so it is...
Love Is.Peace
~Being, Peace.
Form:
("Utopia and Terror Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
To This Day
Even now over 175 years after Marx
Set a tide of revolution in motion
There are still ever expanding and encroaching
Tendrils and tentacles of his influence
In every aspect of our lives.
At the root of all this hope and change
Is the vision of an idealized society,
You could say a vision of heaven on earth
Which should make it clear
It’s more a dream here than literal vision.
At the heart of desire for change
Is discontent with what is.
Sometimes this makes sense
Like wanting to come in from the cold rain.
But sometimes it’s just a wish to deny reality.
It comes down to choosing our battles
Defining what we actually control
And thus the limits of our power.
As they - they being the generic voices of wisdom - say
You can’t change the world, only how you react to it.
Yet due to the myriad of modern achievements
We easily forget this timeless wisdom
We think we can change how others think and act
And can one day eliminate all suffering
All injustices and sin, and ugliness too…
But, you know, there’s a simple way to solve our problems
And that is to accept them for what they are.
Apparently it works for cows and dogs
But less so for humans
Especially the more idealistic and ambitious among us.
So there in a nutshell you have it,
We choose our problems
Because we don’t want to be cows or dogs
We want to be gods, masters of our destiny,
And so to this day continue to dream, in vain.
(8/28/24)
December rains have dragged last, lingering leaves
down into litter. Sodden almond-casks
that once bore kernels, strewn discarded masks,
repose redundant. Thoughts are threadbare sleeves
devoid of comfort. Like a lonely cello,
the wind whips fitfully about its tasks.
A chaffinch flicks a fruitless shell, and asks:
the year must disappear to sere, to yellow?
Expecting legible patterns in dispersal,
she wishes worldwide winter worked for her,
have secret feelings yield the universal.
The nutshell, now inert, helps her infer
that life must die, but strangely, must prevail.
December’s just the belly of the whale.
THE GREAT WALL
It’s funny and this is true
Years ago, I thought hopefully of being locked away
I envisioned more of an institutional setting
Nothing to do but roam in my robe
Fingertips lightly brushing the sterile, white walls as I go
No responsibility
No need to even say a word
There’d be talk of Crazy Sachs
Staring into space, wandering wordlessly
Much of this has come to pass
The walls are green and I’m a bit more verbose
But there is that talk
And not much is asked of me besides being seen not heard
I offer this anecdote
For it is the second biggest example in my life
Of the difference between fantasy and reality
Novelty fades fast
Occasionally instantaneously
Expectation begets exaggeration
Excitation leads to exasperation
All in all, between dreams and evil schemes should be a Great Wall
Mine was more an invisible fence
I passed through and was aghast to view the consequence
Slashed through thick vines for a sick crime
I was them first two pigs
Dicking around with straw and twigs
Unhinged when the wolf blew in
hit bricks because the walls were too thin
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you might find
What you want isn’t what you get once it’s got
Now you have to lie down in an unmade cot
Ruin, subvert
Cause one to hurt
Feel lower than dirt
That’s it in a nutshell
Just swell I’m in a jail cell
Bars make for a fine wall
Look, not touch at all
Plan how to build
With my unskilled
Hands that killed
Nearly
Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail
When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil
The moments you lose track of the day and time
If you need medicine you would spend every dime
To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix
Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks
It feels like a vacation you weren't meant to enjoy
Your phone, tablet or book becomes your new toy
Every task that you had planned never gets done
Your skin tone begins to change from having no sun
If you're married your mate becomes your waiter
Every sentence is "Honey can you do me a favor"
When you're sick it actually gives you time to unload
But this is your life in a nutshell when you catch a cold
*This is my First Slam Poetry Hope You Like It.....
Alarm Clock, Waking, Can't Get Up, Snooze Button, Snoozing, Alarm Clock, Waking, Waking and Baking, Baking, Baked Out The Mind, Bacon, Dozen Eggs, Sausage, Soda, More Soda, Grumpy, Zanny Bar, ZAN ZAN, ZOOM ZOOM, Zooming, Grinding, Soda, Soda Pop, Popping The Soda Can, Grumpy, Hungry, Over The Day, So Over The Day, Indulging, Grubbing, More Food, Exausted, Zoomed Out, Zanny Bar, ZOOM ZOOM, Snack, Snacking, Grinding, Grinding Bars, Soda, Soda Pop, Driving Home, Exhausted, Road Rage,Raging On The Road, Angry, Getting Angrier, Flipping Birds, Giving The Bird, Smashing On Idiots, Idiots Everywhere, Home, Finally Home, Beer, Beering, Shower Beer, Showering Away The Day, Food, Eating Food, Game, Gaming, Netflix, Snapchat, Instagram, Trending, Checking To See What's Trending, Spontaneous Laughter, Laughing For No Reason, No Sense Why I'm Laughing, More Food, Bored, Bored Out The Mind, Dreading Tuesday, Pain Pills, Escaping Bars, Numbed Out, More Beer, Beering, Numb, So Numb, Numbed Out, Snack, Snacking, I'm The Snack King, I'm The King Of Snacks, Snacks On Snacks, Juice Box, Need Juice, Drinking Juice, Juicing, More Snacks, Bong Rip, Ripping The Bong, Faded, So Faded, Fading Out, Facebook, Facebooking, Scrolling, Scrolling, Scrolling Some More, So Much More Scrolling To DO, Nothing To DO, Bored, So Bored, Bored Out The Mind, Chips, Bong Rip, Hittin The Bong, Blazed Out, Exausted, Lights Out, The Lights are Out, Snoring, ZZZZZZZZZZ
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy long life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Ten kids and us at a baseball game
In the bleachers, we had our own sector
Nine were girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old burg
The Ellison's have finally produced a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets, parties all night
A celebrity at a tender young age
Predicted to be spoiled with all those girls
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out sweet, a stunning specimen
Can still bring it to everyone
It's getting tougher and tougher, though
That's about it and I'm done!
Well that's my life in a nutshell, my friends
Unique I guess you could say
In this day and age of smaller families
Our story is rare nowaday
Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.
A vine in Winter;
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Nutrients, in a nutshell; the soil spoils me with its richness.
I shake and sip through a straw; divine all the royalties,
whilst sleeping, dreaming of a verdant summertime.
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Carbohydrate-filled, I don’t need much energy to laze
about in the hills, watching flakes melt upon my vines.
My time; I am expecting to thrill, when warmed to the gills.
A vine in Winter.
Just how I like it.
I don’t mind this tender time, for in due season, I’ll grow.
For now, cryoprotectants let me safely tarry. Tomorrow
is a sunny disposition, Annie; the terminus of dreamland.
Quantum jumping is my hobby these days,
Some might call it madness in a nutshell;
But don’t you remember our plays?
Astral projection to break the spell;
Switching timelines into an alternate life,
Another version of me in a different hell.
I try to escape this complex strife,
Then I remember that I have my bell,
Saves me in any time and in any life;
I can feel it’s sacred frequencies in every cell.
You might be asking yourself,
What a whimsical hobby to have,
But do not laugh, whispers my Higher Self,
Embrace your hobbies, be brave.
They are imprints encoded in our genes,
And they shape our cosmic machines.