Long Ogled Poems
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With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere,
Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant,
Does a rose ponder its tempt,
Does a man dare his heart relent,
Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare,
A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul
as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival,
blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark
a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark,
gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock,
you begin to weep
because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity,
I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony
kissing you softly deep,
then I tell you that fate is not our enemy,
don't you understand my Lady...
Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share,
Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts,
rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame,
Time be trite in march against the magic in our care,
the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks,
emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came -
J.A.B.
As cleaning gals go, we've got the sweetest
She's cute little Erin by name
She possesses the most amazing derriere
Not that I've noticed, for shame!
Another of her clients that we know quite well
Alerted me to her fine attributes
On my own I'd never have paid any attention
My innocence is beyond repute
Okay I'm guilty, I HAVE sneaked a peek
To make sure she's doing a good job
I ogled her attributes for quite a long while
So embarrassed I'm such a slob
So next time she comes to our humble abode
I'll try not to stare at her bum
Coz if Cathie catches me all hell will break loose
It's the doghouse for me... duh, dum!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Where is the anger! The rage! And the courage, I expected to see?
Why is everyone so complacent?
Evangelical Christians have endorsed a cheat, a liar, a bigot, and a misogynist
because he's pro-life, God will forgive the rest; hallelujah!
Democracy used to cannibalize democracy; please pass the head of state!
A cult has formed, like the Nazi Youth, who ogled Hitler with worshiping eyes.
Those in charge have stooped so low; that they bow down to this wannabee Fuhrer
with their brown noses prominently showing above their pasted-on smiles!
If you're part of this cult, reason can't save you! You'll die for this trickster!
Chanting NO COLLUSION, NO COLLUSION! Though you know, it isn't true.
As for the rest of you, it's time you woke up!
Wipe off those cynical grins and VOTE, like your voice matters
like your vote matters, like your freedom matters, and pray that they still do!
I'm neither a democrat nor a republican,
I can't stomach the hypocrisy of either party!
As a proud Canadian, I can only empathize with your problem,
but, I'm an impartial observer, immune to the fake news, you might say.
There's no defending this President!
But his Republican stooges, Fox news, and the evangelist elite do just that!
A con-man stole their integrity and bamboozled his way into the White House.
Now, like Russia's Putin, he wants to be king!
And he'll challenge and or change the constitution to make it so!
Where is your anger! Your rage! And your courage?
I hear some Americans praise him like he's the second coming!
And insisting his Presidency was prophesied in the pages of the bible.
In what wacky world is it even possible to venerate Donald Trump
as an instrument of God? Many are oblivious to the truth,
even when his narcissism and hyperbole are so blatantly obvious!
Once more, the human psyche's tapped and loyalty siphoned off
to advance the goals of one corrupt man.
In the words of Jesus, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!"
May God have mercy on our souls if he wins again!
(free Verse)
Mar.24, 2018
Sometimes, I am given to wonder, why poetry
and stark reality must be torn so asunder?
Why the huge stress on a new babies cheeks?
When governments worldwide totally reek?
Why is winter weather or a flower so adored?
While all nations have food shortages that are
woefully ignored!
This is in in no way a denial that wonderful
things do exist!
Nor do I encourage writing a poem, with the shades of Oliver Twist!
Poems that have but a hint of how we actually are?
End up unread, and as unknown, as the planet Mars!
Short, and meaningless, oh yes, these are ogled and read like crazy.
Poetry that requires a pinch of thought, ends up, pushing up daisies!
11/23/2022
I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies
They all have a right to expose their parts
Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous
Who am I to complain
The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties
Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping
A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out
“Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!”
Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys
Of course they do! And they love it!
Do I sound like a lecherous old dude
So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude
Some of my best friends fit that description to a “T”
Women's bodies are a work of art
And are designed to be ogled at
It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets
So next time one walks by
Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin
Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW!
They say, “Nessie is dead”,
because there haven’t been sightings, for years.
Ogopogo still lives, as does M’okele M’bembe.
What if they are one in the same?
Oceans, caves and caverns,
are spanning the globe;
what lies within its bowels,
remains undefined.
Perhaps, “Nessie”, tires of being ogled;
spends the summers in Lake Okanagan and
winters in the warm, Gold Coast waters?
Perhaps, Nessie ages in a warmer,
more private climate?
Why stop and smile for the
underwater cameras?
Even water giants, can be…
Paparazzi-shy...
Ancient and time-worn legends,
Never really die;
perhaps fracked earth,
has simply added another room,
to her lair;
a secret hide away?
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !
I spy you standing in the shadows cast
by a flashing neon sign, bumming a smoke,
with your nose dripping as it does on coke;
your pale skin and red hair in sharp contrast.
And you're ogled by shady men you've asked
for a smoke, even some hippy type bloke
who tries to convince you to take a toke.
You didn't recognize me as I passed.
Like a silhouette inked by the darkness,
you are framed by flashing colored lights,
and so drunk, three times you had to hurl.
This alley holds an aura of starkness
and although I know all about your rights,
I won't walk away; you're my baby girl!
(Italian Sonnet)
8/8/2018
MY NEIGHBOR KOFI
LOCATION: Mazamaza, Lagos, Nigeria:
My neighbor kofi,
The computer scientist
At 34,
He crisscrossed, jetcrosed, redcrossed,
And hobnobbed around the globe:
Kathmandu, Acapulco and the Galapagos
He dined and wined
Like there was no tomorrow
He dined and wined
With Kings and queens;
Cuban cigars, dom perignon 59, Cabernet Sauvignon;
Lamborghini Gallardo, Rolls Royce and Ferrari
He saw the world
Through,
Rose colored spectacles
He jetted North, then South
He jetted in Sommer, then in winter
Then,
He jetlagged....
His battery drained
And,
His computer crashed
Then,
The speck fell
From his eyes
He,
Drank garri without sugar
Ate wild mushrooms
And drank bitter lemon.......
He googled his front
And ogled his back
In his minds eyes
He saw a knotted gray tie
And a pregnant woman
He heard a cock crow
But saw a thick blanket
Of darkness cascade toward, over him
He could not discern
Beyond his nose......
He saw the clouds gathering
But no rain
He saw the palm trees sway
Almost to a breaking point
Then,
He saw the harmathan
Gathering momentum
At the lower troposphere.....
He felt the cold
North East trade wind
Hit his face.......
He mounted his green horse
Named: Don Longhorn
Adjusted his helmet
Then,
Saw a thick haze
Of dust behind him......
It tumbled, rumbled, crumbled and cracked,
It thundered, hissed and clappered
Lightening flashed around him
But,
Don Longhorn and Kofi
Forged ahead...
Into the night....
Into a blanket of darkness......
A Young Poetess and Her Christmas
A~ Ah, the angelic aromas!
B~ We, thinking of the Babe, born today.
C~ That scent of candlelit, candy canes.
D~ Those dashing, December decorations.
E~ Our first taste of excellent eggnog.
F~ My family and the warm fireplace flickered with joy.
G~Goodwill and glorious gifts.
H~The happiness of this holiday!
I~ Those illuminated icicles on windows dangled.
K~ Being with all my kith and kin.
H~A Happy Holiday to forever recall.
L~ Such love and uproarious laughter!
M~ Yes, mirth and mistletoe!
N~ Songs of Noel and the New Born Son!
O~ EVen the oldest, ogled at our optimism!
P~ Of poinsettia and pine, who can forget?
Q~ Mary,quiet, quinticessental ,queen of this day
R~ Our rejoicing was religious, on that you can bet!
S~ Though the night was silent, the children remained sleepless.
T~ Togetherness and traditions reigned triumphant.
U~ So understanding and upbeat were we!
V~ Thoughts of the Venerable Virgin and her new baby!
W~The wise, wondrous Three Kings with gifts for the King.
X~ In that winter xerophilous climate, where water is rare.
Y~ All our great Yuletide yearnings came true!
Z~ We all were zippy and zesty as can be, and did not want
to turn the lights off, on the magnificent tree.
12-20-2020
~Memoirs of Elmwood Park, IL~