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Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!"
Genesis 2:7, Genesis 2: 20-22 (suggested: Genesis 2: 4- end of chapter)
Contest: Breathless, Sponsor: Constance La France
When I checked his breathing,
There was none
I then checked his pulse and there was none,
He was breathless and so was I
My heart was breaking, his was gone
I had never faced this situation before
now, not sure as to what to do
No one had prepared me for this moment in my life
even though I knew one or the other of us would soon be going.
I called 911, and told them that he had been sick
and I thought he was dead
They sent someone but they could not pronounce him deceased
They had to call the coroner
A state of shock had hit me, but I called my daughter
She called my other daughter
Then people started coming in, some who listen to a scanner,
other EMS people who just come
He was breathless, lying there and
I was breathless but still alive, facing life
Without my other half
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!
Come to me with a heart truly sincere,
I am fed up of your games and eyewash;
And your pure pretenses in every sphere,
Stop existing like a capricious bosh...!
Don't act like living and live like acting,
Though life has sequence of action each stage;
When acts, by flaunts and flirts, turn distracting,
Life remains void ever; an empty page...!
Hypocrisy is not a stage-manner,
Potent actors are never white-washed tombs;
Truth, often, like a rigorous scanner,
Pierces through even tightly secured rooms...!
Learn from flowers that never in life bluff,
Living a life fully true too is tough...!
13 July 2022
Books to the library
photos to family.
Paint cans and lumber
from renovations years ago.
Most of the furniture
including the piano.
Fastest way to do this
is rent a dumpster.
On the internet
nothing’s permanent,
nothing's gonna happen.
Photosynthesis, evaporation
as if your spirit disappears
when the sun appears.
It’s a burden lifted
not to have to persevere.
Edits
for clarity
and brevity.
One owes the reader
a respite from
the tonnage of
fructifying English.
To drown one’s book is devoutly to be wished.
Coupla trumpets,
big comfy couch,
four beds and dressers
and the contents of closets.
Tools we don’t use,
surge protectors and chargers,
lawn and patio accoutrements,
table settings for ten.
Lamplit underground,
the stray branch,
synchronized chaos,
a red fez.
One canary,
map of Antarctica,
three deaf little otoliths,
six or seven sybils.
Extra salt and pepper shakers,
sharpies and crayons,
a printer and a scanner,
the Bible and Koran.
Kaput calculators and computers,
subscriptions and prescriptions,
a host of vitamins
and the ghosts of ancestors.
Time itself
but not nature.
Wealth
and most of culture
but not my health.
That I’ll keep,
and sleep—practice
for perfect rest.
Did someone just mention nudie beaches
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing all our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
This is not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's immaterial to most virile young males
When viewing with his built-in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast!
Did someone just mention a nudie beach
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
Not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's quite immaterial to virile young males
When viewing with his built in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2013
Talking heads are synchronized,
words are replicated like cloned sheep.
Dodging in and out of an unchanging static
I skip the beat.
Hey, something just flashed my drive!
Time to suspend a string of minutes
watching a black and white cowboy show,
there are no straight lines yet
just a suitably jumbled plot.
Snorting horses gallop off
before the radar scanner can blip onto
my disarray.
Great! Now the birds are all pulling together
and swim as one across a cloudless sky.
Every damn silver SUV looks the same.
I'm weaving in and out of lock-stepping soccer moms,
misfiring my way through
yet another replicant day.
(Leo - our cat's name)
Dear Leo, this verse is about you!
It's being shared not out of the blue
He is the morning person of all
But he doesn't require a rooster's call
He likes going for a morning walk
Of course; only up to kitchen block
He gets delighted to stirring sound
And responds if he's in and around
He takes a stance by arching its back
And displays his prudence to attack
Wise enough to show his intention
Follows on to catch our attention
He does give no scope to any mess
He never takes food less or excess
Our casual talks filled with his bites
We feel proud to share all those highlights
Decodes signs like a flawless scanner
Wins hearts with an elegant manner
He always appears to be composed
With great love, the best of him disclosed
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!