Long Red light Poems
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Baltimore cashmere fiskars tee-off
Building lines center points Centerville La Prada orange
Normal sesmatics North Carolina persuasions evident in my speech Forward Ultra Plus
Leaning torwards concrete discovers more
Interior Atlantic Cambridge clandestine
Bermuda temper-pedic Sealey SEALS ?? Evergreen
Miranda rights the west and the sand it’s etched in
The ta ta the Tatonik plates collide and intercept
As Life speaks only the devil intercedes
Revelon Remington' Winchester' Springfield
Browning Ruger Stealth
Alexi Morning Glory Lex Luger says
“Look at these traps set for my feet”
Lackland Jacksonville Fort Beautiful Baby sister says
“Zero-temperatures, Seal friend, catch my drift”
Little tree little bear Honey Brown touchdown
Land the metal I’m in the end zone now
Dangerfield Dangerzone Red-light special at the k-mart
Alburqurque Highway-6 city of the Purple Hearts
I-hop Utah sex drugs fast forward money stacked up
Anything you ask for
Two Nuns travel through Europe by car
Guided by the heavens North Star
Transylvania they reach
Hymn singing they preach
Not realizing they have come so far
At a busy junction they now stop
The red light is about to colour swap
Then out of the night
A most scaring sight
Onto their bonnet Dracula did drop
Sister Francine to Sister Helen said
On with the wipers, off with his head
Darn, that never worked
On this darkly toothed berk
He's hanging on, foot down, of they sped
What shall I do, Sister Francine says
Sister Helen shouts, window wiper spray
At the Vatican I filled
It's heavenly chilled
This time he's sure to go away
The Holy Water now having been yield
Has the demons fate now been sealed
To rid of this dross
Please show him your cross
Get the **** off the windshield!
~*~ This piece has been turned into a Limerick from a joke doing the rounds ~*~
The gentle Wind whispering through the trees
Tornados and cyclones expressing ; rage
Watch sailboats floating on the ocean breeze
While violent Hurricanes take centre stage
A gentle Rain in the early morning
Tsunami destroying all in its path
A monsoon starts without any warning
Hot water drawn for a relaxing bath
The gentle Fire Blazing in the wood stove
Keeping you warm on a cold winter’s night
The black ashes of a once luscious grove
The countryside glows, a hellish red light
The gentle Earth yielding all to mankind
Mudslide cascading from the mountain tops
An Earthquake : death and destruction combined
Vegetable gardens have flourishing crops
The elements to sustain life
Also create momentous strife
Inspired by Barbara Gorelick's Contest "The Four Elements"
The word planet means wanderer in Greek,
Venus being the brightest of them all,
In the Milky Way stars are there to seek,
Pluto was once a planet I recall.
When the Moon is shining none can compare,
It's beauty and grace it captures the night,
She shines for all and for all that is fair,
The war planet Mars gives off a red light.
Zeus is Jupiter for his massive size,
All the planets can fit into his sphere,
Father of the gods and gracefully wise,
Many stars come out on a night that's clear.
So lie next to me and stare up above,
And we can rekindle our starry love.
(Ten syllables per line)
1~May~2017
Whether ocean or mountain with valley green
or every deep forest in between
My love for Nature fills my eyes
With every creature of Earth and sky
The changing hues on quiet display
From dawn's red light to twilight's gray
With moon that splays its beams so far
A match lit night from a shooting star
The sound heard from a wolf at night
An eagle's glide from feathered flight
The deepest footprints held in snow
And richest colors from a rainbow
Brilliant fire from Autumn leaves
Birth of Spring where nothing grieves
These wondrous things your eyes can see
As you sit below a bending tree
My inlaid heart from Nature's design
I'm another life on her fruited vine
3/13/17 Contest The Love of Nature
Look at all those obedient people
Stopping at every red light
In this day and age of overflow traffic
Not stopping could cause quite a fright
Unless you'd like some time in prison
I suggest you slam on the brakes
When you're approaching anything red
Especially a redhead on skates
The law clearly states maiming's illegal
Has been for many long years
So try really hard not hitting pedestrians
The penalty is usually severe
Look at all those obedient people
It's not like it once used to be
Running red lights was exciting sport
Like chasing young girls up a tree
© Jack Ellison 2013
Standing in this structure, that has long since, been demolished
Breathing lemon bleach, where the floor was freshly polished.
Taking photos in my mind, of this single, borrowed moment
already the past, but I had one chance to own it
The buzzing of the phones and barking dog, echoes
Yogi's chipper voice, greeting with hellos
"Anna!, line 6!", rolled through the intercom
The bright, red light blinked and I felt a sense of calm
Only my sweetheart would know to call me on this line
Which meant, it must be late. Getting close to closing time
Others argued over the work
It didn't bother me a bit. I didn't care to sit
At the peak of my prime, working for a dime,
you can bet I didn't quit
until my check was signed
This delapadated building, positioned, just beyond the tracks and
The beginning of adulthood, I keep trying to go back
The money earned and lessons learned
They made me who I am
Who would have thought, as time turned
I'd wish a traffic jam
Oh what a bore, to crave nothing more
Than my hardest working days
Back then, I prayed for more in store
For the children, I should raise
But suddenly, it's clear to me
That who I was, I was meant to be
I hadn’t the slightest clue back then
But who I am, is where I've been
To think, that rundown building
Where I worked for minimum wage
I scrubbed from floor to ceiling
And tidied every cage
Would be a stepping stone
As time kept moving on
A chunk of foundation
For my very creation
Treasured memories I would own
13 years have passed
Things are changing way too fast
They’ve surly moved on from me
But I hope they would agree
That I too, played part, in the shaping of the heart
As they, in turn, sculpted me, they were my family
Days of solitude until the cell rings with too many invitations
Poet’s quote
Red Rover, Red Rover can I come over?
My way is blocked though I am free…
I see a friend - I won’t hover.
I wait, though I long for a spree.
I throw my rock, I am alone
and hop, skip and jump…it’s no game.
Without a friend, I’m on my own.
It’s me here! Remember my name?
I long to be hit with dodge ball.
No shoulder to shoulder align.
Can’t be eliminated y’all -
I’m yawning at friendship’s baseline.
Give me the red light…no, green light!
Don’t stop me! Keys in ignition…
BFF, I know we are tight!
so give me some recognition.
Do you want me to tell you about hearts beating in unison, yearning for the same desire that consumes their souls,
About hands moving on their own, defying the will of those who barely control them,
About ragged breaths igniting flames, turning them into living torches of passion,
About the invitation and acceptance in their eyes, screaming with the fervor of a stormy sea?
About the burning desire to reveal what lies beneath the surface of their clothes and under their skin,
Shall I tell you the story and reveal the end of the two who held each other tightly,
As if tomorrow melted at the doorstep and time stopped for them,
Love unspoken in words, but known by heart even by the daffodils at the door?
Love that waited with devoted patience for the moment to strike—"let those who love meet,"
Love that I only glimpsed in passing, woven by me into unspoken words,
But never saw in its full splendor, a dream born of longing,
Shall I tell you the story that rose to life like a phoenix from its ashes, reborn from hidden desires?
Like forests springing from the ancestral stones of the earth, like stars born from great collisions,
Like the bright red light lingering on the paths of the setting sun in the distance,
I will tell you about the love that rises from ashes, like an echo of a secret melody,
Tell me, do you want me to tell you about that love, about that desire that never fades?
What if great transitional chains of Being
were to mysterious dream transform
into a rather mid-way
invitation every day
depths of therapeutic Becoming?
Would we accept such a green fresh
democratic
cultural invitation?
With open arms
and redeeming heart
and double-bonded mind,
deductive left
and inductively seductive sacred Right
like warm and wet blood-red light
of a new messianic dawn
a new bodhisattva everyday
a new cooperative overnight revolution
Could I entirely turn
my big backside to such delight?
No thanks to becoming healthier
and wealthier
and wiser.
Let us instead stay here
in depressed repressions
oppressively reductive
deductive identity
including dissonant dissent
for lack of every way ecotherapy.
How to explain such internally competitive oscillation?
Constipation
Desolation
DeGeneration
It's not like I actually live and die
in an internally competitive family
or a totally rabid
pathologically viral infested community
and monolithic State
and monoculturally supremacist religion
opposing evolutionary sociology,
and healthy ecology
and wealthy theology
and ethology of Earth's therapeutic purpose,
grace space
love bilateral sense of RealTime
cogravitating space-time,
convex concaves
ZeroZones
with both zen-hands clapping.
Every historic day
and night
invites
more maturely healed Becoming
cooperative Eastern newdawn hearts
with Western old dusky minds
bilaterally blessed and mutually blessing,
Inviting invitations toward health becoming
more than great nationalistic chains
of RightWing dominant
LoseLose
nihilistic political
fascist economic
capital-hoarder Being.