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Poverty and rage is all he sees
in a furtive,doleful glance,
and the brightly-colored lights
cannot console the wretched soul
of his malnourished,shivering body:
bundled up in rags and visible to all
the hurriendly and careless passerbys,
who seem blind in their own pretense...
He rejects the mournful sounds
interfering with his needed sleep;
and yet,he lifts his drooping head
to peak around the wratful trees
to assure himself that
the wooden and metal shack
is well-secured and safe;
his numberless doubts delve deep...
In the middle of a furious February,
winter has failed to invite the generous sun
to warm up his frosty home so run-down;
an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck
that could have turned his life around;
his regret is an unremissible remedy:
consumed by a wishful valor
that ended in bitter squalor....
In years gone by, folks didn’t like to say
God’s name to show surprise or great dismay,
and so you would hear “Goodness,“ “Gol” and “Gee,“
and also euphemisms for J.C.
Jiminy Cricket! Doesn’t that sound nice?
Jeepers Creepers, Jason Crisp or Cheese and Rice?
Godfrey Daniel! Surely you know that
is slang for God and “God rot it” is “Drat!”
“Oh my gosh,” “My goodness,” or simply “Lord”
replaced expletives that today come poured
from mouths of kids who can’t be mannerly
to just say “Leapin‘ Lizards“ or “Golly Gee!”.
You’ll hear (for damning something with God’s name),
“Dag nabbit” and “Dad gum.” They might seem tame
but fit the bill and give us a small thrill!
But dang it, why would someone say “Sam Hill?”
Words from the Holy Bible we enjoy
employing when we say Holy Moley,
Holy cow, Judas Priest (but WAIT!)
For Pete’s Sake! How did Judas ever rate?
Great Scott, there’s even Jumpin’ Jehosophat!
How the HECK did they ever come up with that?
By Jove, I’m nearly finished. Now pretty please. . . .
Instead of using Christ’s name, just say Jeeeeez!
Written July 26, 2015
The three disembodied heads on top of a heap of dolls of whom only one is recognizable as a face have very curiously looking deep-set eyes,
On fire with curiosity and intent on finding out what’s to be discovered in this tub.
—Rinsing off, three children wash themselves—that’s the noise made by two old men who don’t know each other— As they creep out of the stall and escape from the flood of hot water. They strip off their white night clothes, and don’t know why that their naked breasts seem to glow.
So the clear pale skin, broken by narrow white slits, folds into the two white globes so that they’re held un a most pleasing manner; the dark nipples become large and pendulous, and in a flash the scarlet eyes—the one about five and one on top of the other—Snap open, and fill with intelligence and a glint of laughter and mischief. The other has a slightly different appearance—large white globe with a dark under eye—and his neck is bent, and his throat is thinner and shorter and his nostrils a bit flatter—in a flash the tiny face golds a curious thing, and then, suddenly, the nose us curled up—and you can see something on the top of his head—
The last victim, the youngest, I’m sure, is best described: A pale pink globe, pale ivory, transparent, lashes like silver wings, loose curls of dark hair around
her face; and, whilst the mother is resting, playing with the child, the little lady looks at you with a real face like a child and wants to play.
You will have the impression that the facial skin is loose and very clear.
:: 08.07.2022 ::
Love given for no real purpose in mind...
is wasted,nevertheless appreciated;
I've given it to many without pretense...
some have taken it gladly,
others have rejected it bitterly;
at least,it lives in those remembering me!
Besides being a gratified lover,
I am also the great giver
who can never stop being generous
or holding out his hands and fill up empty hearts!
having happiness all for myself is useless:
others may want what I have...
and they envy me for being so brave,
but that's plain ignorance!
I am in control of my destiny with only instinct,
and in no uncertain ways:
I hold fear inside, and I fight no rivals!
Who needs to be afraid...if there is faith?
Love given for no real purpose in mind...
is unhappily received and thrown into forgetfulness;
and as strange as it may seem:
life came to be,because
unlimited and meaningful love...
should always be given without greed!
Promised myself, today would be a goodie
On a scale of good to bad
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Yesterday wasn't as good as I've had
So many things can turn it around
That really seem unimportant
Like cheery hellos from neighbours and friends
Small things are just reinforcement
For life to turn out the way you envisioned
Is up to each one of us it seems
To choose the right path and stay on the track
The result will be sugar and cream
That's not to say there won't be some times
The choice won't be yours to make
Those days are common and unavoidable
Just remember a deep breath to take
They're usually only momentary glitches
In our everyday manner of things
Just try to remember to keep a positive outlook
Won't be long till it's once again spring
© Jack Ellison 2014
Covid spread throughout the kingdom –
the people inside the elite compounds,
if they heard the many sounds of the
ill falling dead, did not seem troubled,
not a single head – besides, it was, for
them a special day, 60th birthday of
their consecrated God and his Queen,
to whom all will homage pay –
Politicians and Hollywood celebs alike
will take numbered turn fawning accolades
at the podium mike. Tables strategically set,
armed security carefully to vet every
privileged guest before passing the Walled
Castle-door, so not to allow Covid
to take flight and soar, spreading deadly
spore through the air – over His Majesty's
Red-carpet-floor...
There are plates with gold trim, not the
painted kind – of Twenty-four Karat as their
goblets of wine, precious silver from royal
chambers, billionaire vaults, brimming over
with champagne from prized cellars, vintage
of all sorts, tribute paid by appeasing, complicit
European Courts, with thousand dollar a-bottle
highly acclaimed ports. There will be classical
music combined with White Shaming Hip Hop Rap –
diamonds and precious other gems abundantly given
for gifts, the nation having been well sapped,
American's Treasury criminally tapped,
for the king and queen's off-road treats – while
theft and murder rages in the commoner's streets –
shortages developing to the point masses of
people will soon have little food to break-bread
and manage – to the ruling devils, simply
collateral damage....
I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end...
to drift into the river's bend...
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind
But I see it in my mind’s eye
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite
I'm not scared (of your absence)...
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)
In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart
From His light
Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend?
Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands
To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone"
But, first: get your duties done
And then...we can welcome the sun
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run
WITH ME! *smile*
"And now, the end is near...Time to face...The final curtain."
"Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking..."
"We'll meet again...Don't know where.. Don't know when."
"Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come."
"Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something."
"Little Boy" .. "Fat Man".. "Enola Gay".. "Bockscar"
"What we've got here is failure to communicate."
"Cowards die many times before their deaths."
"You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"Thus with a kiss I die.".. "O happy dagger!"
"A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"
"Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose."
"Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door."
"Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"
"Applaud, friends, the comedy is over."
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun…"
"Hello darkness, my old friend."
"To sleep, perchance to dream."
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
"Are there anymore lifeboats?"
"Three score years and ten"
"To die, to sleep— No more."
"Only the good die young."
"Touché! Allez! À vous!"
"The ripcord is jammed"
"One more for the road"
"Out, out, brief candle!"
"To be, or not to be…"
"The rest is silence."
"Lay on, Macduff…"
"It's hot.. Very hot.."
"Times' Up Buddy"
"Et tu, Brute?"
"On the rocks"
"Such is life"
"THE END"
Strikingly Naked
By Odin Roark
Voicing the reflection one sees insures
the facade really is,
was,
must have been.
Time passes…
How smoky the reflection,
this aging identity of accumulated distortion,
where once perception played innocently,
found disguises to hide behind,
who now past the age of innocence,
sees the exposed abyss of shadowed deceptions.
Such awareness knows well the mirror,
where cognizance of the make-believe
beckons the right light,
the flattering shade,
the required eye-sparkle of denial,
no matter the reality.
At some point…
Behind the rehearsed and performed persona,
we raise the inner window
revealing the self-of-fact,
that place where we gulp
what air is left,
sucking up any reserved willingness
blowing in from subterranean shores
to help beat back our self-imposed exile.
One surges forward…
Pulls open the only door
the entrance we feared opening,
an opening your inner monologue
always whispered was there
but you chose to remain imprisoned
by the mirror.
Revelation…
The door now open,
leads to other doors,
so small they seem
as you bend, crawl,
find other rooms,
windowless cubbyholes,
where night sweats
and endless reprieves
once kept you breathing,
albeit your own recycled dead air.
How rewarding…
To see for the first time,
your own recidivist delusions
reverberating like shattered emulations,
blinding your eyes with its refractive light,
burning through regrettable behavior imprisoned,
where no steel bars were ever necessary,
where a place of truth awaited,
a wilderness you are finally ready to explore.
Such is the manifest moment…
When you couldn't be so strikingly naked,
had you not kept yourself so carefully dressed
all those years.
Heads veiled in immaculate white,
Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light;
As the farmer starts plowing,
Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing;
Searching with your sharp eyes,
Finding and pecking little warms and flies...
Struggle to exist in environs hard,
That does not, often, your rights easily award...
Around ponds and lakes and rivers and seas,
When they're full or in drought wheeze;
You wait and watch standing on a single leg,
Seem as though to the almighty beg;
For your freedom of survival here on earth,
Midst livelihood, often, gone to dire dearth;
You do not seem to feel discouraged, yet,
But, with the ecosystem amalgamate and get set...!
Displaying elegance, loyalty, and closeness,
Ambition, endurance, and progressiveness;
Exhibiting your eternal youthfulness,
You strive, struggle, migrate in sumptuousness;
Living your life, here on earth, in its fullness,
Like us, humans, you attain eternal graciousness;
Beyond limitless skies you would fly away,
Leaving behind this land-sea-ocean bay...!!!
16 March 2023