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Life is just a bowl of cherries
A song from way back when
It still holds true in today's troubled world
The locale may be different
But it's the same old song
You'd think we would learn from our mistakes
But war and strife is built in
To our collective psyches
My question is why when the great majority
Of us humans would rather live in peace
That those dasterdly few at the top
Are not satisfied with the statis quo
But continually want more and don't care
Who dies or how many lives are ruined
Will they pay for their sins in the afterlife
It WOULD be poetic justice!
Wouldn't you agree?
© Jack Ellison 2014
Get up and at ‘em be strong,
feeling I am reborn,
coming back and full on
like an atom bomb!
Expose their corruption
my life saw disruption
I’m putting right the wrong
from where I left off,
unsighted and lost,
but I’ve worked it now,
connect the dots,
going berserk (bloaw).
All I needed was understanding,
couldn’t tell, look potty and shot,
standing strong now, shouting all I’ve got.
Giving it back to cowards
for slander attack, you aint empowered,
and this ain’t back handers or slapped faces,
it’s baseball bats and collapsed in places,
metaphor, you fool,
I use words to tell all.
Remember me?
Obsessed with bringing me down,
made an enemy,
left me beaten on the ground,
it wasn’t the end of me,
by you my friend I’ll never be!!
You changed me and strained me,
left me mentally exhausted and drained,
controlling my reputation, like trolls,
shrinking opinions,
Satan spawn minions.
Strolling through life in the free,
silently proud of what you did to me,
living fearless, all clear,
wetting your pants when I reappear,
and I’ve no fear,
alive so all can hear,
survived to get here!!
I’ve so many angles to ring bells,
shake up made up minds in that hotel,
you contaminated them then, now they don’t care,
until one thought they have seems spare,
so they think back to yesteryear,
and suddenly link up as question marks appear,
as lost logic starts to become clear.
What I say will line up, ring alarms,
dislodge your corrupt,
I’m not out for physical harm or have you in a line up.
Telling my story, it’s written,
it’s just this,
come back biting poetic justice,
think I fight just fists,
I've wit and you're just twits.
Now I understand, I drop it move adjust flourish,
understand why I was discouraged,
putting truth on a perch, it ain’t perjury,
my story you got me personally.
and others won’t see the truth if they choose not,
but it’s there in view and now won’t move or be forgot,
so if people refuse they do as they do,
in time they may question clues and ask questions of you.
I’m done with it now anyway,
spoke and exposed,
my link to all this now disposed.
All I needed was to understand, now I do,
I’m a rose re-rose and roses grow,
with thorns that warn,
I’m done now, letting go.
And I’m feeling good too,
I’m living life, and I’m not you.
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
We must find our truce our words
When clouds thunder out our hearts to rain
Down to pummel our peace
Where our sanctuary finds so little shelter
To birth contentment in our fate
Rather our solace like oceans of serenity redeem promise
Our spirits reservoir runs deep
With rivers of grace pouring from them
Overflowing with our surrender to beauty
Joy is found
In the absence of complication
Trials and tribulations become distant memories
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musing of the mind
To conjure our poetic justice
November 16, 2019
Complete the poem - In the absence of complication Poetry Contest
sponsored by Silent One
Keep spying my words disgruntled
I hope the strain is paining you
the day that I confronted
entitled it’s your job to do
How’s your income
How’s your nerve
here it comes
what you deserve
Reading my words
thinking hard
What will he do
What will he carve
The position way above your head
never should have been given it
now you have a position again
given because you were given then
I should tell your employer
I know you lied to get this job
a people and a soul destroyer
you haven’t really got a lot
Intelligence isn’t evident
and school you never went
A tool who learns a set routine
thinking their the best that’s been
I have the upper hand now
and I will always have it
and you should know just this
It’s nothing more than poetic justice
How’s your income
How’s your nerve
here it comes
what you deserve
I told you I’d have the last word
Give me one moment to reflect
On wonted scenery once erect
The steel, glass and wood all made
A home for birds, and those who trade
From here, there, all did see (unless
housed in a cave) Hollywood on TV
Land of the free, Home of the brave
Brandishing banners with God's Holy Name
Pitiful shadows dance when we stir
Given voice from the Puppeteer
Those towers stand in our mind's eye
Etched in retro, the old New York skyline
A warning? God forbid some say
Unsung heroes receive their just acclaim
Poetic justice? Verdict delayed
The sun rose again, the Eagle soared frayed
Our savior trod to Golgotha
We too will walk the road anathema
Remembering when. looking forward to
(Nothing borrowed, blue or old) something new
psyches of all bards and writers
synchronized crowd swimming in waters
yuppies and brave souls unheard by all
chanting audience in an imaginary stall
hearts we hide as words unfold
on paper and scrolls, always young never old
lasting ink or cellphone battery so strong
of thinkers and scribblers of prong
genetics of poetry or honed skill
your poetry in a song that inspires and fill
only the strong survives and remain
filaments of musing, project and pertain
poetic justice is justice for all
or no balance like a bouncing ball
ever and never will an artist to surrender or fall
triumphant in all writings, big or small
remnants of your undying soul
yours is the scepter and crown and tiara
like winner takes all
I can’t stand it
Time ticks
Time runs out before my next injection
I wake up not knowing if I am dreaming or living
I can’t live like this
What happened to the blumin’ changes
Doctors can’t imagine my pain
They don’t take injections
I will be a changed man
Thanks to the doctors ‘justice’
I doubt it sincerely
I am only a changed man
When they want it
My moods change
I CRY FOR FREEDOM
Why can’t I have freedom?
I cry alone
I achieve everything
I achieve more than the doctors
I achieve more than any man?
Still I won’t have my poetic justice
I will die with a stitch in my side
I cry and shout
I could shout to the loudest of my lungs
No-one will understand or listen
Form:
There was a ranger
Keen in spotting danger
Dealing with a hurricane
Violent storm giving a stage name
Bringing weather notoriety and fame
In the meteorological game
With an assistant
Being persistent
One time sung the Broadway blues
Trying to live a life honest and true
Before blowing a fuse
Had everything including a private jet
Her dreams were met
And set
Until things went down in flames
Lightning struck her capital financial gains
Landed in Vegas to be a comeback star
Contributed to society dancing on the bar
When a golden knight appeared
Looking good carrying a lance and spear
Pushing back an emotional tear
She watched him put up a fight
Using his physical might
Since money was very tight
And knowing he was in the right
When the issue was done
And entertaining was no longer fun
She took the glamour situation on the chin
Knowing this card dealt would make her win
“I am a ranger
I protect campers from danger”
This blonde God started stating
When they were mating
Ready to be a Canadian
Living in a wilderness stadium
While enjoying the outdoor enchanting view
Where romantic black hawks flew
It was then she confirm striking oil
A match truly royal
Despite her red carpet dreams foiled
“This storm
Is the norm
For me
I do see
It will pass
Like bad dinner gas”
In two love bird tradition
Came to a decision
Preparing for the worst
This was their first
Thunderous roll
After a performing life ever so cold
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So now I guess this is the REMIXed version
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Click the back button if ur ears r still virgins
I'll make blood drip down ur face
Throwing hands and invading ur space
I go to war like Scarface
Shell casings dropping like dimes
I told you too many times
Don't test me at anytime!
I will set ur ass in the grass
I'm all up in ur face like SMASH!
I might let u get up
Give u a chance to man up
If ur ready to fight The Champ just step Up!
Like Cassius Clay, I'm light on my feet
Bareknuckled and knocking u on ur seat
Talking trash put my fists on repeat
Spit out like rhyme sellers
I feel like it needs a hook to make any dollars
Gangsta Rap like Tupac
Investing in ass whoopings like it's a new stock
Don't let this pretty face make u think u can beat me
I will teach u to respect me and want to be me
Be careful where u r poking
I'm always laughing and joking
Come at me wrong and I'll leave ur ass smoking
Ask this guy on the floor choking....
I'll take ur lady and walk out of sight
Stepping over bodies leaving this fight
Leaving only one to tell the tall tale of that night
Poetic justice is what will be served in that fight
Words lift ur imagination to heights of insanity
Ending this the right way would cement my destiny
But there is no right way to end violence by way of fantasy...