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Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
My Bus Journey
Getting on the bus to go into town
Ten passengers standing up, twenty sitting down
The card reader's faulty, won't recognise my bus pass
Youths standing at the bus stop banging on the glass
Unaccompanied children, probably going to gran's
Elderly couple opposite, sitting holding hands
Driver says he's running late and that he can't delay
Gives me no time to find a seat, before he's on his way
Can't find an empty disabled seat, even though I have a stick
Able-bodied people stay sitting in them, looking at me as if I’m thick
I stand in the aisle, swaying back and forth
I'm facing south, though the bus is travelling North
I try to turn to face the front but someone is standing in my way
Weighed down with an overstuffed backpack, that pummels me as I sway
Youths at the back, thinking they're ‘cock of the walk'
With their forbidden e-cigs and their filthy talk
We come to a standstill, young mother gets on, pushchair in her hand
Though there's already two buggies on, and she's going to have to stand
She stands at the front, right in between
The passengers stay put, you know what I mean
At the next stop, I want to get off
But those standing won't budge, they just stand there and scoff
I push my way through to the front of the bus
I get to the driver, I don't make a fuss
The driver says “Sorry, I can't make them move
Good manners are a thing of the past, as this journey did just prove”
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
Take away assumption
And let's rule out the guess
Push aside the doctrine
And see what there is left
Strip away emotions
Sentiment and pride
Then maybe we can start to learn
Why Jesus really died
The Good Book simply states
That death is the wage
That sin will surely pay
On our final day
Christ was but a teacher
The best to ever be
If you read His spoken word
It's "That truth", that'll set you free
The world is mostly brainwashed
That path is broad and packed
More concerned about appearance
Instead of how to act
Religions teach obedience
and burdens man will guilt
then pummels him with rules
until his spirit starts to wilt
Love and only love
Is what we are, here to learn
To think like Jesus Christ
In all that we discern
THERE is one that can save you
Just look into a mirror
Then close your eyes a moment
To find him even nearer
Form:
Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate...God Dime Mitt!
(neither defamation, nor blasphemy meant, sans Title)
Despite ingestion of
anti anxiety medications
ferocious hellish onslaught
pummels me aback
finds resurgence of ghostly
white implacable terror
inducing panic attack
cogs and wheels
of psyche frenetically
spinning alas and alack
swallowed in the un
avoid doubleheader maw
whale size amberjack
suctioned alive as dead ringer
human master bait
(feebly prate who GOD,
somebody please HELP)
doomed to die, "eye"
doth entirely engulf me
far worse than being slammed
by malevolent forces
loosed from hurricane
classed as Category 5
on Saffir-Simpson Scale
adrip with horrible gastric,
caustic, and acidic repulsive
bile alcoholic akin to applejack
and more rancid
than Q8 oily arrack
once again oft repeated phrase
Death be not Proud, viz
reincarnation of Moby Dick
(gone terribly awry)
on the attack after ME
with no way back
to house at Pooh Corner
condemned to spin
willfully intestate,
while steeped in utter black
but....methinks
perhaps fetid blowback
equivalent to volcanic belch, would
spit out "burnt offerings"
formerly Matthew Scott Harris,
whose steaming hot pipe dream
(Ahab) in mind can not
even get "LIVE" feedback,
and definite never
my Stradivarius fiddleback
(I rue...all the money
momma's and pappa's...
scrimped and saved
without giving
this sole sun any flack)...
ha...sardonic humor,
and wistful pointless flashback
equally frivolous hanker
ring for greenback,
legal tender, quid
pro quo, et cetera,
NOW demise welcomed
forever free from penury
small potatoes this measly mortal
even at dirt poor cheap
expense courtesy
Euthanasia travel agency
manned by HiJack,
where captain! My captain!
Humungous humpback
clearly presented danger field,
and only costs this one life
as lil bitty chewy Whitman snack!
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Raindrops splash against the glass,
with a pitter-patter sound.
And the storm is slow to pass
while the rain pummels the ground
where muddy puddles abound.
Thunder clouds, purple and gray,
roll across a murky sky.
And on this dank, dreary day,
dejected birds, will not fly:
hesitant to even try.
Shadows pool in silhouette,
shading colors starved of light.
And everything is all wet:
giving the wind its sharp bite,
as a sad sun slinks from sight.
I struggle to shake the blues
and keep the doldrums at bay.
For my melancholy muse
is not in the mood to play:
on such a depressing day.
I hear the squelch of sorrow
nearing me once again,
pummels with the purple pulsation,
with the unheard echo in the frail veins.
The miasma of sadness envelopes
the mind-soul-body trinity,
the sigh of its drifting desolation
trails the dissenting resonance of remoteness.
In the domain of the dwindling day,
at the edge of the tarnished twilight,
the halcyon horizon melts away
in the misty air of decomposed delight.
As the sunset spectrum spins exhilaration
with the surreal astral strands,
the fleet of cloud in sensual sapphire sky
turns into floating violin in enthralled psyche.
After scanning the seamless sky
it’s time for my marooned bird to return
to the nest, riding deserted
the sanguine radiant rays it fails to feel.
Its outspread worn out wings glide
with the beat of my heart
over the snapped sonorous strings
of the dusty violin, playing discordant tune.
At the fringe of the derelict dusk,
after the flight through the day,
the scarlet sun sips the sea
before slipping away to obscurity,
dissolves its floating colors
in the water that tosses weary
in the tides of torment tear,
carrying the gloomy horizon to the shore.
In the passion sea of my yearning,
rapture waves shine like your pearly smile.
With mesmeric moonbeam lattice of charm,
its sequins splash on my essence.
In scintillating stream of zooming zephyr,
as you drift away unconcerned, past me,
blow a devastating storm of apathy,
my feelings scatter on the debris of ecstasy.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my fading love at somber sunset,
you disappear beyond the gloomy garden,
once a desire den of my delight.
Your flouting footsteps trample
my emotive flower as you depart.
Its crumbled petals of pain make a wreath
for the wreckage of my broken heart.
Driving in sought direction, a new desire visible
Slick road delivers destined distance, crystal gleam
Wetness formed by years old tears, bidding for
Proximity begged obligation, historic tenuous team
Mother does his washing, aged forty dependant
Criticises his seldom made choices for connection
Coddling lacerates love's potential, fear fettered
Prods using paucity, short sighted home protection
Puncture of gilded needles harass prone hands
Punishing silver artillery pummels vulnerable palms
Window low limb conveys wrath of rain's chants
Demands from conflicted agendas tug rugged arms
20th January
- at one's peril to become involved with a man
whose Mother or ex wife does his house work
The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,
The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy slate
with a new font spelling lust in capital sweat and gleam
as the conceit in me enjoys the torrent of your sorrow's date,
You hump me with a dying wish
placing me inside you, gently, romantically, undeniably selfish,
I fall in love with you again for the umpteenth time
and your face never grows old
shows no cold
disappears not in tragedy's confine,
overlapping my overview of life, hot and hellish
the art that is you pounces into view, the rumble I relish,
Wanting me to know what you deserve
breathing into me the smoke of your burning love,
I become love wrecked, quaking from the sting you serve
preserving everything your spirit spits and sings from above -
J.A.B.