Long Quart Poems
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Traveling through the Valley in my old car
Passing by the rubble that was Saint Ann's
Wondering what is happening to the valley
No more growth, I guess God had other plans
An empty lot where Saint Mary's school use to be
Stopped by and shed a silent tear
Henry's and the My Place are just part of the past
I'm just watching all my memories disappear
The Coffee shop is gone now up in Summit Hill
The stadium stands but there is no scheduled game
The school building became a housing project
Somehow the Valley doesn't seem the same
The churches are combined now, once they all were full
Population's down, getting smaller I fear
We once knew everyone by their first name
I'm just watching all my memories disappear.
We'd hitch hike from Tamaqua to hang at the My
Play the juke box and dance in the back room
Stop by the bowling alley or catch a movie
Now the block's as quiet as a tomb
We'd drag race on a Saturday night on the Hauto stretch
Seems we never really knew the meaning of fear
Kids don't love their beat up cars the way that we once did
And I'm watching all my memories disappear
No more church picnics up in Dutch Hill Park
The hangouts that we knew are now all gone
The pool hall, YMCA and skating rink
In my mind they still linger on
Once we'd gather in the Indian fields
To have some fun and share a quart of beer
Sit along the cemetery wall late at night
I'm just watching all my memories disappear.
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Poet’s Note: Beauty used to benumb beholders. Today’s beauty is simply numbered and indexed. One thousand (mille-Helens) make one Helen, the unit fashioned after Helen of Troy believed to be the most beauteous ever to have walked on this globe. (Why not? Western standards only today matter). In the octave of this sonnet, a husband talks about what beauty is. In the sestet the lady wants to know what he thinks about her beauty, and then Volta happens to resolve in a political answer.
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Superficial, shallow, only skin deep,
Beauty, as beauty buffs may bemoan, lies
In a beholder's discreet pair of eyes,
Doubt if from a shallow skin can it peep.
It has to glow and gleam from deep within
To emanate from holder's feeling heart,
And seldom a thing of the visual art,
Born of one’s heart, beauty's more felt than seen.
Fine, fine, but how many Helens you think
You give to me, hailing from head or heart?
Beholders of beauty when think, they blink,
And since it spills over from every quart,
I doubt if Helens is a fair measure
For you— my heart’s Helen, my sole pleasure.
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Sonnets | 04.02.2008, revised Sept 2022|
Background B.B King it
You'll get home alone
A Quartering as Jazz
As quart and liter
As meter and mile
Footage and reconcile
Irish Quartermasters Gaurd
Kevin J. O'Meadhra
Trace as feather
Low of ash
Bury of quill
Fide et amore
Nightingales Ergo
Send in rot
Further, borrow
Scottish wreathing
Entangled Britain
Relent
They of leave
Twined as lecture
Recital of yellow
Beckon brown
Revile of green
Tustled hearth
Baby babysit looks like
It's gonna hail
Jump and jive
As sent to the SAG
In tawdry spent
The war is lent
The establishment of thy own
A hate filled thrown
As crimes as thine
Tinkle and toast
In a entire
Only as pure
The picture as haunt
Plagiarism
Stores front
Sufferer as complaint
In stilled poverty
I law
Joan had little art
Lythed command
Hinde weeps rather as waltz
Herculean task
Wardrobe mantle black
Opening Suggestion of Betrothed
Okay! Time to get off the weather kick
There's lots more to write about
Like how many jelly beans in a 2 quart jar
If you leave all the red ones out
Or why do pigs have such really flat snouts
A fart that did damage to an edifice
Or the last time someone went over the fall
Both are considered quite perilous
The biggest boob size on the planet Venus
We're talking about aliens here
Not the biggest chest size ever recorded
But a creature with really big ears
Has anyone noticed a decline in my brain power
Father Time has caused it to freeze
Normally I'm lucid and really coherent
But recently I've been talking to bees
Now that in itself is really not unusual
But I tried to tickle one's tummy
Got a nasty old sting on the tip of my hoohaw
Medication cost lots of money
Of course this is fantasy and all made up
Did you really think it was real
Oh oh I'm more than a wee bit concerned
That you'll think I'm a wee bit off keel
© Jack Ellison 2015
Form:
Learning what life had to offer
I came often, drank deep..
at the well with you,
fresh as spring snow melt.
Hear it echo - is it still
life with you at the well..
with you at the well-
is it still.
In cup or quart or teaspoon sampled..
best in life, some sour too, hear it echo,
is it true, surely so,
surely so.
Never sorry for memory of taste,
so sweet and bubbly, oh
nah dear-
lemon cherry fizz don't even come close.
Just wish I coulda stayed at the fountain
drinking you in,
effervescently refreshing you..
quinching my thirst,
gosh what a taste.
On a dry summer day like this,
my three young daughters
all gone to their three separate homes
with their three separate mothers,
the silence would be unbearable
in this hollow shell of a house
if not for the quart of troubled water
brought to a rolling boil, awaiting
Ramen noodles, ever hopeful
it might spill over and agitate the burner.
It is easy to imagine, on such a day,
my father’s voice the afternoon
he left without a single word of reason,
goodbye, or half-meant encouragement,
while I watch a tumble-weed stumble across
a Texas plain, swept by June’s indifferent wind.
12/2/2018
The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed
So who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
You tasted too much and left things empty
From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty
See where this kind of gluttony can lead?
Now who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
We're a colony unto ourselves
Castoffs, expats, infidels
We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed
She never once came to the aid
Of a leper in need
Waitin' on a sign
Waitin' to be freed
A stitch in time
Might save nine
But it ain't never saved
No leper in greed
Some righteous people help the poor
They live their guilt right to the core
But as for me, well that just ain't my speed
I never done one wrong thing
To any leper in need
In some Third World nation, far from here
They're exorcising the demons we fear
The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed
Small consolation for us lepers in need
Waitin' on a line
For a conscience to read
It's bad-faith time
For the body and the wine
Dead grapes on the vine
And a leper in need
So wrap us in tents and hide us away
A quarantine ward on visiting day
Come take a look, but don't touch us
Or we'll bleed
The world's an open sore for a leper in need
I'll trade my sore for yours –
Yeah I'm leper in need
You can count on it
Seasons changing
You can count on it
A drip from a faucet sink
You can count on it
Ignited Flame polyester melts
You can count on it
World domination
Higher prices inflation
You can count on it
World's gone wrong
Where do Sinners and Saints belong
You can count on it
Your mind got you going
Caught Paul still snoring
You can count on it
Rain falls down
You can count on it
Depressed clowns
Mercy can't be found because everyone's too busy, Wow
Hey, man you got change for a dollar
Babies crying listen to them holler
Walk the dog wearing a choke collar
You can count on it
The air we breathe
You can count on it
Someone sneeze saying "God bless you"
You can count on it
""RAP""
"Blistex kissing lips new thing is everybody's smoking gum while drinking Listerine for fun And every fourth of July I go to the bank withdraw my money without giving thanks I set it on fire watch it go higher smoke embellished Heather's being picky Donald's dating Vicki while all along she done left the inner city birds fly high Moss die woodsy owl cries now instead of saying "who" he says
" why" you can count on it a snake is still a snake if you kill it cook it then call it steak what you know about cheap show donut holes Arm & Hammer I got a Crisco Delight chocolate Italian fries what!! that ain't right horses racing cars without engines not feeling hungry got no bologna give me a quart of ham and cheese extra mayo please going to lick that salt block rub it on my fries now it's it's time to make my blood pressure rise it's the normal things you can count on it you all get ready like a thief in the night now it's the normal things but He's not coming to steal your TV your or couch He wants to take you there to a place called heaven better be ready He's coming down
Na na now who is this HE I'm talking about, it's none other than Jesus Christ
(End rap)
Christ coming soon
Jesus coming down
You can count on it
And in all the glory you listen to the story maybe be ready for His coming soon You can,
You can count on it
A long time ago there lived one Isaac Newton,
a great scientist of all times, a famous Briton.
Born premature, into a quart mug he would fit,
said his mother, who left him to grow up on his wit.
Isaac Newton with a refined brain
stood on shoulders of giants to gain
view of the far none had seen.
On him fell an apple green,
derived gravity from his thought train.
Newton had no commerce with women, Voltaire said.
In science endeavor mathematical matrix he had laid.
With disarrayed mind he had died mired in controversy,
alchemic pursuits poisoned him with mercury, a mystery.
September 9, 2019
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Early morning in half light
setting out to bake some bread
getting out the tools all need
shining steel and burning heat
6 quart mixer of heavy weight
shining bowls of stainless steel
spinning hooks of the enamel white
heavy motor of ozone stink
hardened glass and red thermometers
measuring cups of precision use
machine ground wheat of brown and white
salt of sea and golden butter
glasses of water heated just right
packets of yeast poured with in
golden honey from wild flowers
mix together and set to bubble
steel cups filled with white flour
even smooth with knife for butter
poured into the spinning hook
spinning in an orbital pattern
adding both salt and butter
spinning till as smooth as satin
adding then the brown wheat flour
turning till it ascend like a ladder
pouring out on floured counter
kneading with fingers lightly floured
shaped to fit the loaf tins waiting
there to rise with yeast breathing
oven heated to medium hot
filled with steam for the crust
baked until a golden brown
with the kitchen aroma filling
new fresh bread hot from oven
set aside to finish breathing
then to slice for the eating
covered with butter and golden honey