Long Running Poems
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You know your life has great meaning
when you enjoy listening to your dogs' bark
You know life is getting deeper
when you fall asleep before it's even dark
You know your life is satisfying
when you live to eat your meals
You know you quit trying
when you auto-pay all your bills
You know you only buy the newspaper
when you just want to read the funnies
You know you should pay off credit cards
when you are running out of money
You know you should have kept in touch with friends
when you see them in the obituaries
You know you are taking it too easy
when your picture is under relaxed in the dictionary
I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
© Jack Ellison 2014
Running From One's Mirror
Looking thru one's mirror, Do
You see any changes? Do you
Recognize oneself? Some say
The eyes are one's mirror to their
Soul. Why it appears you're running
The mirror? Do you like what's within
Yourself? What are you running from?
Betrayal, Lies, Pain.
Comfort often keeps one in bondage,
How did one get here? Why be so bitter?
Running from the Mirror within oneself.
Birds sings after storms, Why shouldn't
You?
One will be tested by character, awareness
Through trials and Tribulations.
Happiness dwells within the soul, look
Closely at one's mirror and smile at
Yourself and you will soon see a
Difference in the bleakest seasons,
Choose more resilience.
Get angry sometime,
don't hold it inside...
and instead of being sweet,
slap me hard in the face
to make me feel disgrace!.
My intentions were bad,
I have put you aside
more than once,
neglecting your needs;
you cried and were afraid:
I was having so much fun,
you were shedding painful tears:
you longed for the brightest sun!
Chase me and find
the place of my cheats,
my playboy's ways
haven't changed;
and instead of being sweet,
take me back to reality:
explain to me that
I can't be running to others
and be proud of this feat...
while you wait to hold hands!
Don't be silent,
and don't allow me to cheat,
state your intent;
and instead of being sweet,
turn my temptation
into faithfulness,
boost my ambition
and make me yours!
Picturesque holy visions nature’s lands
Horizontal those the views
Elongated greens, mid color trees hands green
Bodies’ trunks grey, black and brown vibrant m
Upper tier skies written painted moving whites dots
On blue stationary canvas
Beauty sounds the tweet carries in the air;
Crisp summer breath
So sweet the heat barefooted are the feet
I walk in seven inch fine grass
So lovely are the trees
Conversing to one another
Waving in the vibrations
~
To each of its sisters and brothers
Beautiful wildlife in compass
Running green grasses under a rampant skies
So crisp clean the air the butterflies cries
Delighted in the tranquil stillness such is life, a life is breathe
What is left clouds? So lovely are the trees
Caterpillar running on moisten leaves
Just darts the rabbit he hops along out of harm’s way!
Deer’s peering eye to eye
Antlers locked about bumping heads challenges
Where translate beholden th’ swollen hill
Covered the red clay dirt fiery boast
~
Green, green hills valley brine
White marshmallows puffs in the skies
So much am I in love with the view
A nature canvas, ’vr natural
Shape shades of greens rolling hills of bladed dews
Who am I to question with my nostrils nor my eyes?
Embracing I am the land set before me
Ever friendly all the lawn those greens
All so friendly waving are the trees
So adorning, I’m exploring my host
Nature’s beauty my senses embrace up close
Yields of country lands reconnaissance
~
Observant pleasant picturesque inviting
Climbs even the breeze, nature grows continually
Naught disturbs thy quiet, all to thy service yields,
I naked ankles down I walk I crush the grasses
Sweet soft small animals scurry away unto me,
For am I not the caretaker
For am I the gardener
For am I the gardener
For am I the gardener
I partake of my visions view
I am the caretaker of my view
Upon my eyes all is well and natures beautiful
For am I the gardener
I partake of my visions view
8/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
"DRIVE"
Imperial
bulltwang
oligarchy
number crunching
serial winners
cornflake box
cracker jacks
sing some songs
that cut some flack
Pats on back helps
cut the slack from
wind ringing chimes
hot air bumcracks
anonymous blast
dredging up
saccharine ditties
from the past
tolling bells
zero oceans
fathoms
zero five
deep dive
swallows
air
chirping
feathers fly
ring-a-round-the-rosies
sing-a-song of posies
bubbling honey
bee hive.
Serious insects
marching bands
beating drums
semi-alive
hour glass
running
out of sand
Metronome
kisses
missing time
keep on working
for the Man.
Black Balls
White Ball
rolling dreams
quicksand
sinking
out of rhyme
Take a walk
in the forrest
stand tall
Rain comes
dance some
turn your face
to Number One
Brave.
Get in the car
wave
your hand
foot flat to the floor
burn the engines
face to sun
put dark
glasses on
what's to be won?
survive...
listen to
silence
DRIVE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
White Rose Parade/Lady of the Sunshine (Angus Stone)
https://youtu.be/h0njhzs2bDA
Smoking Gun/Lady of the Sunshine (Angus Stone)
https://youtu.be/K6aLm8aY6fE
It occurs inside a strange land
there is a river-crossing
but there is no river
just a flood between gravesites
but there are no graves just yards
for the displaced.
It's at the back of a somewhere
that strange lost acre -
the strange place.
Hidden for years, a longtime hidden
gonna have to do some digging
some unearthing
but how do you dig under a river?
Water will rise
get above your brain if you let it
It's a black rain,
each drop
a drop of pain
and the river is running
before you know it - you're in it
pouring out.
She did not drown
it was the blood that drowned in her mouth.
You had to watch the flood
bubble-up out of her soiled earth
and that was the river that forgot itself
until you closed your eyes
and crossed it once more.
As happy swing-set riders
join the skating board sliders
the more affluent children
rode on the Merry-Go-Round.
With scraped shins and scratched up knees
we would climb the tallest trees
and dirty our new sneakers
playing on the muddy ground.
We'd build castles in the sand
with plastic buckets in hand,
a league of superheroes
that dreamed of becoming kings.
Swapping marbles made of glass
we'd form whistles out of grass,
and drank gallons of Kool-Aid
while doing summery things.
Jeans covered in green grass stains
we'd walk the tracks between trains,
and often, we'd go fishing
in the large pond in the park.
We'd get bronzed from the sun
running around having fun
and playing hide-and-go-seek
till it started to get dark.
(Rhyme)
8/5/2018
I told everyone, no more cats for me!
After the death of Patches, I was shattered;
I still had old Smudges, it was me and she,
Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered.
After the death of Patches, I was shattered,
Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling;
Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered,
A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing.
Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling,
It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces;
A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing,
Running, leaping and meowing never ceases.
It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces,
Everyday she must check cupboards and closets;
Running, leaping and meowing never ceases,
Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets.
Everyday "they" must check cupboards and closets,
They both cuddle up against me when I sleep;
Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets,
With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep.
They both cuddle up against me when I sleep;
I still had old Smudges, it was me and she;
With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep,
I told everyone, no more cats for me!
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January 18, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Snuggles and Old Smudges
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