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Now here's a funny sight, my friends
People with extra long necks
Much like giraffes you see at the zoo
A really strange sight, by heck
They drive convertibles for obvious reasons
It sure ain't so great in the snow
Their houses are rather tall and skinny
How they sleep at night, heaven knows
There's advantages to having an extra long neck
Especially at a sporting event
Till the people behind start throwing things
Which there's gotta be a way to prevent
There's a pill that's just come on the market
To help shrink it down to size
But the side effects can be disastrous
It increases your bum and your thighs
Now you can fit into a normal size car
But you take up the whole front seat
That's sure better than a giraffe like neck
That's ridiculous, for the love of pete!
© Jack Ellison 2012
We are lucky enough to grow old
with the two of us still together,
but we’ve come to a fork in the road
that’s different from others we’ve weathered.
For this time there isn’t a choice
of a road that’s less traveled or more.
There are myriad branches ahead
and no signs to tell what is in store.
Can we purchase a ramp for our home
so we can remain living here?
Should we put our house on the market
while both of our minds are still clear?
Can one of us care for the other,
and how long can the caregiving last?
Is it time to give up independence,
To let go of events of our past?
As standing and walking is harder,
and need of assistance grows clear,
will we suffer or simply slow down
as our time of departing grows near?
We don’t want to live with the children -
they’re scattered all over the place.
They’ve kids of their own and grandkids
and none have accessible space.
Right now, do we need senior living
or assisted, or nursing or what?
What on earth will we do with our stuff
And all the mementoes we’ve got?
Which of the paths will we take,
and where will we journey from here?
As hard as I try I can’t answer,
for no simple direction comes clear.
I guess in the meantime I’d better
start shedding the “things” of life’s load
to prepare for whatever befalls
as we travel that last stretch of road.
23 Line Haiku Hijack
I stole a haiku from the Japanese
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 23 lines to make it fat
Fed it chocolate day and night before we started
Threw the 5-7-5 lines overboard in flight
Then placed the new one on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make for sound haiku
Deliciously raw like sushi
Japan hates my poetry and me. They call it criminal
Call it distasteful, crude and rude and even disrespectful
Complaining it suffered from too many lines and rhymes
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless Afghan man
A Taliban by trade, in need of a wife
He realized the mistake we made
Haiku is not an overweight woman, so he returned it
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 23 lines in what Japanese call, disgraceful
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong
It changes the meaning and is far too long
Haiku will never be the same again
I sent it off to India on a train…a quatrain to be exact.
I have no shame, and that's a fact
the nuclear family
In a nation far from here, several big explosions occurred
of such a magnitude, the cohesion of humanity has
the body, the brain, lost connection with the soul
the rebuilding didn't take long in a nation of smart and
hard-working people, whose new motto was "niceness"
Modern houses were built, and smart furniture and shiny walls where
a few nice paintings lacked any marks of intrusive souls hung
Young families had fewer children, one or two, children
tend to get in the way of the prosperity of success
since the land was based on niceness, people got married
without the high, drama that happens when souls are involved
Philosophy, religion and intellectual ideas were absent
TV had little news from abroad but filled programs with
gentle comedy, nice soap opera, and sweet animal programs
when it was reported, the population was shrinking a little
if anything was done about this, but it was getting worse
especially when robots that looked human, and could be
commanded by thought control, came on the market
Many men instead of going true, the trite ritual of courting
bought female robots looking like a beautiful woman of
about twenty-five, who also could small talk
In the bar, they were called C.S. M. D. Y
Then came the male version for women, a nice robot
looking twenty-five forever; after that, fewer and fewer
children born and the population was in free fall
as years went by there were more robots than people
and the nation, which had based its motto on niceness
and had banned aggression, was invaded, and
the original population that was left banished from view
as philosophers said, the people, the survivors
a great
the explosion had eradicated themselves
There’s an old abandoned Victorian house on the hill
Rumored to be haunted by a past murderous kill
No one dares to go in it due to their fears
It’s believed no one’s been in it for years
It’s been newly listed on the market for sale
A beautiful old house, priced cheap, it’s a steal
I will have to go over to look at it and see
If it’s really as haunted as rumored to be
As I walk through the door the air gets very thick
the door closes behind me and locks with a loud click
distracted by the beautiful old antiques covered with dust
I know then, it has to be, that buying this house is a must
I am getting excited to give this beauty a new story
By fantasizing about restoring it back to its glory
Then music starts to play as the lights flicker on
I am frozen but mesmerized by the beautiful song
As I start to leave and head towards the door
I look back as I hear a creek on the floor
a ghostly spirit appears and calls out my name
I run out the door, screaming like I'm insane
I decided I no longer want to own this home
this experience has chilled me to the bone
The beautiful old Victorian will remain for sale
Unless some other fool is brave enough to prevail
6/24/19 submitted to contest: Your Personal Perfect Poem Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
20 Line Haiku Hijack
I stole a haiku from Japan
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 20 lines
Fed it chocolate day and night before the flight
Then placed it on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make sound haiku
Deliciously simple like sushi. Japan hated mine.
Called it distasteful, too heavy and rude
Complaining it suffered from too many lines
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless man next
An Afghanistan Taliban in need of a wife
He realized the mistake and returned it at once
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 20 lines in what Japan calls a crime
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong
It changes the meaning and makes it too long
Haiku will never be the same again
In the end I put it on a train to India…a quatrain to be exact.
A completely new product, not even on the market. You can and should be among the first consumers to buy it.
It's value should appreciate when it hits the store shelves. Why should you be among shoppers fighting among themselves?
This 'must have' merchandize will totally improve your looks. It is life changing to your mind and body, but never found in books.
It's neither addicting, time consuming, nor controlling, but very affordable. Dollar wise, it's valuable, but priced relative to an amount that you are able.
So often, some of the most unique and precious valuables are mistreated and abused. But today, you are being offered a 'Once in a Lifetime Pearl of Great Price' that you cannot refuse.
In fact, I want you to feel free to take it as a gift, if you are not able to pay. Money's not the issue, but your confidence level will change your entire day.
The reason this product is being offered is because like yourself, many have sold themselves cheaply, never realizing that they are loved by God and others very deeply. This is your opportunity to buy yourself back and put yourself back on track, because it's really about the pricelessness of you.
03012018 PS Contest, Advertisement: Sell something, make us want it; Raynes
This candidate has a background of varied industries and roles.
The experiences help me bond opposition to engage their souls.
Bravely bringing a refreshing personality and approach to tasks.
The passion forces those I connect with to remove their masks.
These lost clients cooperated for me, unlike my predecessors.
The legacy causes big shoes to be filled for my successors.
This yields an unusual level of outstanding balances collected.
Causing head scratching from outcomes better than expected.
By cleaning up these accounts with the loyal janitor mindset.
I’ve made delinquent accounts appear as if they had a reset.
Thoughtfully evaluating balances and prioritizing my attacks.
Analyzing to determine when and how to focus on the acts.
Balancing my time of calls and emails with appropriate efforts.
To creatively break through barriers of the protected AP forts.
With 8 years at Passport Services I prepared to be an A/R star.
Cendyn let me prove my skills, so I dropped down the aging far.
Making new contacts and seeing millions roll in their account.
Watching the old balances paid up made me cheer and shout.
I’m prepared to track your revenue as deposits post each day.
Thanks for reading these lines to hear what an AR poet can say.
It’s not a standard cover-letter, as I give more than expected.
To mend fences with clients and make a company respected.
Clearly you have other candidates to fully consider and review.
But this free agent is on the market, so contact me to interview.
The new language
It is not the blatant lies that bother me, the truth has become weaponized
In the form that lies are between the lines become a new way of speaking.
I read what RT has to say their news is often the truth with a slant to give readers.
a negative impression of the USA.
The same is for newspapers, say, the Guardian articles about Putin, have an echo of truth mixed with fantasy. that newspaper mentioned has yet to
remark the sputnik vaccine, it did once when it was on the market, but wholly
in an undesirable form saying without saying, the Russian can´t be trusted.
We have now a situation where truth and lies are put in a washing machine
until it is white as snow, the lies are not what one sees unless we the question
is asked what is the political affiliation, with the said speaking or articles?
When we find the answer, we can separate the dirty socks from the clean ones.
Money to invest?
To stay ahead of the rest,
Not sure who you can trust.
Look no further,
Nothing can be surer,
Buy one for your mother,
Sell one to your Brother,
No longer a need for a broker
Guaranteed to be the best labelling gun on the market,
Can hit a moving target,
Faster than a speeding rocket,
Most retailers willing to stock it,
No licence fee to hit you in the pocket.
Comes with free sample of most frequently fired labels,
Bigot being just one example of what can turn the tables,
On those with a case of the grumbles,
We can also custom make labels to suit most tastes.
As required by law we do have to put a warning in the fine print,
That labels can leave a lasting imprint,
On the environment
And we do not recommend their use on an infant.
Don't be put off by the price,
If you want to enjoy a life
That does not include trying to remove labels with a knife,
Because you chose to be nice
And let the other person have first crack with a labelling device,
All because you did not take my investment advice.