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How do we know when we're too far lost to double-back?
Left with the realization, that we may suddenly lose it all.
We constantly seek perfection, even when perfectly content.
Our interests that devoured hours, abandoned in mere seconds.
Emotions, once life-changing, suddenly and silent, fade away.
The strongest attractions, too waiver, needing to be replaced.
Even the fiery love within our hearts, can suddenly self-extinguish.
Our futures are unknown, regardless of our hopes and dreams.
We plan and schedule, tasks to comfort our feeble minds.
Providing a false security, in the continuation of our existence.
Ignorant, we believe, we possess any control over our life.
Our lives remain forever constant, in a state of unrest.
Only a few humans, will venture down the enlightened path.
Allowing life's unpredictable nature, to set our souls free.
The greatest blessing, simply to awaken each new day.
Demanding the freedom, to live our lives, as we so choose.
The majority remains in denial, unwilling to accept the truth.
They make life's uncertainty, the foundation of their suffering.
Even fearing the consequences, of enjoying their human desires.
Unable to accept reality, they choose the bliss of ignorance.
Submitting their only true freedom, to a puppet master's control.
Their only comfort, knowing where, in society they neatly belong.
The darkness seems pensive
the laughter is gone
The fire has died out
the party is done
Tonight there were many
but soon comes the dawn
The good times are over
and now there's just one
Everybody's going home
my friends had to move on, now I'm all alone
Everybody's going home
another tomorrow to face on my own
Sweet memories float by
of each happy face
Kind smiles of affection
that warmed up the place
Some couples, like roses
entwined in their vase
But now the chill silence
my only embrace
Everybody's going home
my friends had to move on, now I'm all alone
Everybody's going home
another tomorrow to face on my own
Stark landscapes of reason
blue seascapes of rhyme
The changes of season
that measure our time
My life is a train
with a schedule to keep
This depot is quiet
as I strive to sleep
Everybody's going home
my friends had to move on, now I'm all alone
Everybody's going home
another tomorrow to face on my own
Never is stillness more still than the drone
of echoes of loved ones gone home to their own.
[written back when I was a lonely college student]
Do not schedule a pta meeting for Miss Horsatense
She will have none of that, ridiculous nonsense
She does not “do” meetings with others, they would waste her time.
Communal living? Not on her dollar or dime.
Her dance movements are inventive, her music is her own,
her ideas, ways, and means are unique – anomalies unknown.
Miss Horsatense does not “do” lunch, it would waste her time.
She has never let any man, cat or dog call her “mine”.
Her days are filled with whatever she wants to do.
She was born with money, in case you had not a clue.
Her hairdresser does not know her at all, she will tell you.
She lets no one get close, not even her brother, Lou.
Candy placed her towel on one of the many shelves that separated the weight-lifting area of the gym from that of the stationary bikes and treadmills. Tossed casually next to the towel were two keys – one for her house and one for her car, together on their cute chain with the slogan: No pain, no gain. She decided to begin her workout with bicep curls. As she strode to the spot she wanted, she smiled to see that nobody was occupying that particular piece of equipment. Someone stood a short distance from where Candy had tossed her towel and keys. A shop right next to the gym made copies of keys. He had been biding his time, but today he would grab her keys and get a copy made of the house key.
The nondescript man, dark-haired and of medium stature, fancied himself quite inconspicuous in his plain gym attire: gray sweat pants and an unremarkable shirt to match it. He stared at the young woman, but the expression on his face gave no indication of whether he devoured her visually with disdain or with pleasure. He seemed to think the trim sexy blonde took no notice of him. He could not have been more wrong!
Candy indeed had noticed the man immediately upon her arrival. He was the same creep she saw almost every other time she came to the gym, which would be once or twice a week, depending on her schedule. She made a mental note of the day and hour. It matched up to the other times she’d seen him. He was a Tuesday/Thursday evening kind of guy. She wondered if he thought she were blind to not notice him eyeballing her. What audacity he had! Suddenly, she saw him move toward the very shelf where she had placed her keys. Hmmm, she thought, what is that creep up to? Candy pretended not to notice when she saw him take her keys and then slide casually out of the gym. She decided to follow him. A plan was already forming in Candy’s pretty little head.
Sept. 19, 2022 for Matt Caliri's Chapter 1 Poetry Contest
(tentative title and beginning 3 paragraphs for my one idea for a thriller mystery novel that has been on my mind for a long time. I know the direction I want it to go, but I just can't decide how I would end it!)
I'm awakened by the scream of steam
from a spicy coffee-scented dream.
Sleep can't ignore that piercing sound,
nor the scent of fragrant beans fresh ground.
Knowing that the day's schedule is tight,
I head for work while traffic's still light.
For the city crawls at its peak rush,
and many cars get caught in the crush.
Bumper to bumper, the madness starts,
jostling for position stresses hearts.
And when hot engines stall, tempers flare,
drivers get mad and begin to swear.
A serpentine line of rust and paint
slinks forth, fueling constant complaint.
And exhaust fumes seep into the car
as it creeps ahead, windows ajar.
Flashing brake lights, or a honking horn,
invites the finger and instant scorn.
Time inches forward trying to pass
flattened tires and shards of broken glass.
I arrive safely, despite the squeeze,
and parking my car, tensions ease.
Later, I'll need to fight my way back,
or leave early, and beat the rat pack.
(Rhyme)
10/17/2017
Without a word we get aboard
New lease of life I have to hold
You didn’t tell, but it’s okay
I knew the schedule for today
We’ve got a lot of alco stuff
And dainty food, more than enough
A few musicians, one plays flute
Three others doing strings and lute
Monk is the captain, he’s so nice
He leads the ship by throwing dice
The boatswain’s drunk, rest of the crew
Aren't sure what they ought to do
Nuns play canasta, drinking wine
A beggar prays for sun to shine
Some folks are gazing at the skies
As if they’re taken by surprise
Perhaps they got fed up with sea
Waves sway around you and me
You turn to me your face, so pale:
“We won’t be swallowed by the whale,
I hope, what do you think of this?”
- “I think to get another kiss"
This plot unfolds by its own rules
We're hanging out on ship of fools
There is no course this ship must do
There is no purpose, but a view
Of endless waves up to the line
Horizon darkens, then inclines
Then our ship soars up and glides
Down to the bottomless white skies
And there we go, towards the land
Which doesn’t look like golden sand..
yea I’m in high school living daily by the rules while the others are
doing stuff that they think is cool they always claim the teachers are
cruel but really they are just trying to help us young ones make it
through some kids run from the truth due to the life they have been put
through some parents don’t give a crap or two but some blessed
deny the fact that parents are there to see you through I’m writing
this verse from me to you some kids raised in the ghetto have a
place where morals don’t fit in their schedule all you have to do is
is fight to strive for anything you believe and be wiling to achieve
willing to succeed you just have to believe you can whoever you
want to be we shouldn’t play with our grades like it’s a game but
wanting our education to build into a career one day some of yall
are focused on the wrong thing the ig and twitter names are nothing
but a game yall talk 24/7 about money, dope, and fame but yall need
to focus on the right thing just put your mind to it and you can be
anything once again I say yea I’m just the average kid in high school
just trying to find my way
I remember that day clearly
even though it was 37 years ago-
I was off on a new adventure
because I had just moved into
the dorm for my freshman year of college
but I had no idea how my life was going
to change in a very simple moment
I went to the student center to pick up
my schedule and register being there
before classes started the next day
I remember feeling nervous about
not knowing anyone and being an introvert
in a totally new situation is hard,
but then...........the person in front of me
asked if he could borrow my pen
and it began.........a life long friendship
just chatting and sharing our schedules
and noticing we had FIVE classes together
I know now that it was meant to be....
the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all - alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just couldn't do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in the boxes labeled Jacks in the Box,
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three four!"
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'.
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars.
I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well that Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas tree?"
Our community is organizing a beauty pageant
That's doesn't seem uncommon, right?
The difference is, this pageant ain't for girls
Hang on now, this might give you a fright!
To be eligible to enter our competition
You must be breathing if only a tad
But one thing that's really different from others
You must be male and possess great abs!
Fortunately I'm blessed with a body to die for
So the others don't stand a chance
When it comes to the evening gown competition
So stunning, all will know at a glance
The thrill and excitement just boggles the mind
The big networks will surely all be there
David Letterman will interview the winner
People will be coming from everywhere
Right on schedule, the alarm clock goes off
Putting an end to my silly adventure
As I get up and stagger over to the mirror
I flash my pearly white dentures!
©Jack Ellison 2012