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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "
~A Rambling Poet~
A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.
The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me
I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything
is sunlight and blooms
I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing
For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness
...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment
The trees above me
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being
Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits
surrounding me
These trees
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to
give back to others
some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed
I am humbled.
I am awed.
Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...
little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life
--June 11-12 (2011)
His suit neatly pressed on the chair by his bed
His long white beard combed and the reindeer all fed
His snow boots all polished till shiny and black
The presents all counted and packed in his sack
And now having checked all his Santa Claus gear
It’s time to set off and spread seasonal cheer
So off to his grotto he goes eagerly
Where the boys and the girls come to sit on his knee
But strangely today, things didn’t go well
And Santa Claus found himself locked in a cell
Not because any child went home neglected
All the kids got their gifts just as expected
The coppers appeared to be less than impressed
Enquiring at length about how he was dressed
I’m just so forgetful these days, Santa said
So my suits neatly pressed on the chair by my bed
In the outrageous cost for loving diversity in our languages,
We crave out lovely damage beeping to set off assemblage.
For the other days ethnicity rules our own darling land
And disobeys the legends' efforts accountable for amalgamated Nigerians' brand.
In disarray to mule on major pressure opinion poll sets,
As few buy out time to enjoy supposed nation's assets,
Of their names for history, referencing future and nature's plights
In the solemn cry of citizens tagged "suffering and smiling"
Neglecting the best way to tackle hugs, smiles and frights
That election brings love of speedy deceits in turns- reconciling...
Pains and gains featuring our greys' experimental designs filming hope
How silent treachery hang loyalty without wisdom on thin rope!
Beyond the reach of staged drum lawfully placed to rescue
The absurd fame circumstances bestowed on us abroad like fescue
And thus, many gave up on her - the promised land
Thinking Jerusalem is just been lucky of good tidings unplanned-
Grows sacred historical concerns worldly moments can't stop talking about
Logically, we're making progress been three scores in Niger's roundabout
Despite, by chance, in lies, monkey man money snakes share
With joy in reserve, craze in warehouse, vociferation- a nightmare
We set off at daylight, meandering toward clock tower bridge.
Fog made the day seem dreamier than it was, for sure.
Silver hot air balloons helped light our way, as it was not light.
Golden goose appeared an hour later, to help us along.
We sang a silly ditty as we marched with our walking sticks.
My sister and I were in the best of moods. We loved this place.
Silver mountain appeared first, it was climb-able, luckily.
Puddles of clock faces were exactly where we had left them.
Two years since we have been here we said to the tall clocks.
They began chiming with pure happiness that we were back.
The home of our births, the clock tower bridge. We were so happy!
Joy came in silver and gold blotches, the sky even smiled.
I set off in search of the great theta rhythm
Trav'lin' alone full of promise and hope
I stumbled and swore I'd ignore frustration
Soldiering on to the Cape Where I Cope
Uniform firm on my shoulder I wore it
Proudly displaying the emblem and drape
Holding fast to the pledge as I swore it
Firmly believing in the cope of good cape
I didn't know as the waves washed o'er me
Should a remnant survive, stay alive to reach home
One never knows when you start on this journey
Where you'll end up, if you'll still be alone
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta swelled and yelled, "Be careful there!"
But undaunted Psyche taunted, "Never back down from a dare."
I tiptoed round with Psyche leaving Cupid with the bill
But swimming round the Maelstrom left this mess brimming in me
Beauty beckons me there in the dawning
Fawning daunting ego is where
Trepidation fills up the yawning
Maw where fools ignore the stare
Glaring oversight is now blooming
Looming on the precipace where
False bravado becomes all-consuming
And brave though knavely soldiers there
Fast the waves come crashing onward
Pressing me toward the shore
When I try to slow the rhythm
There I struggle ever more
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings
I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool
I served in the Navy after school for four years
Now I am a DARE cop in the districts ears
I have busted several students with drugs
Discovering their drug dealers lowly scugs
I had one case that took my heart away
A young mans courageous story I am about to relay
His name is Kyle Summers a 5th grader
His efforts were never greater
His older brother Mike was part of a local gang
Murder Mike was his alias nickname
He never murdered anyone though he did like to fight
One afternoon he picked a fight that wasn’t right
A drug dealer Cameron Danz was lacing his Marijuana with meth
Which wasn’t likely to be anything less then death
Mike saw this and confronted Cameron about who was to receive
It was a couple of first timers with a curiosity for weed
Take their money and get rid of some customers was his plan
For he had no more coming in for a monthly span
A fight ensued when the first timers where his brothers friends
He was hospitalized because Cameron hit him with his Benz
At the hospital Mike told Kyle of the horrible intentions
So Kyle set out for their fates prevention
He ran to me while school was just starting
And I called their parents to give them warning
They relayed that the kids already left for school
I jumped in my car and looked for them too
Kyle had seen the drop off point and left school to help
When he showed up the drugs where being dealt
Kyle shouted as loud as he could to warn
They heeded his call and cast away the drugs in the barn
Cameron was infuriated with this and dashed
With all the drugs and a fair amount of cash
Smiles filed the boys faces when he ran
Though they never expected to see him again
He returned with a gun and held them in place
“Beg or you get it in the Face!”
Kyle held still and yet maintained eye contact
That’s what set off his violent attack
Cameron shot in a rage and emptied the clip
In shock Kyle fell forward more than a slip.
I showed up and tackled Cameron just a little late
I couldn’t save him he soon met his fate
In my eyes he saved his friends and died
Though now I live with it and sometimes cry
Where do they go, these ghostly figures
From our famous Poetry Soup site
They're loyal fans for a month or so
Then poof... this apparition takes flight
Like gentle zephyrs, they float in and out
We really don't get to know them
Consensus is, they may not exist
Just an illusion from somebody's pen
Glory be, who are these strange creatures
I'm sure they'll cause us no harm
Just some figments of the creative process
They don't mean to set off an alarm
Wish they would stay around for a while
So we could get to know them a bit
The next Shakespeare could be among them
Or the next Carol Eastman... what a wit!
© Jack Ellison 2013
When I was seventeen said he
You know how far that I could pee?
Across the mississip
He said, undoing zip.
No need to show me now, I plea.
Why that's nothing, said his brother,
They oft goaded one another,
I had such awesome flow
That in a single go
I filled Moon Lake, and one other.
Their friend said; you all call that pee
I once powered my friend's jet-ski
Tied tightly to the rear
That thing sure did career
Set off like a screaming banshee.
During all this friendly baiting
The three of them stood there waiting
Each of them hanging out
Their now small shriveled spout
Bladders slow in activating.
Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
Date wrote: 4th March 2022
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A long time afterward have bloomed the flowers of love at last
A long time afterward the pigeon has dropped the letter of love
The two nations Cuba and the USA though lie close to each other
Nevertheless the ideology-chains incarcerated those letters of love
In the air of both states poems and birds did fly quite in plenty
But the politics and warships didn’t care a whit about a love link
Fragile ego and ruinous self-love raise Hitler in our soul universally
Though we wish to keep the windows open to let in breeze of love
Still the high walls rise before us making our eyes blind to blue sky
Deprived of dews our soul saplings go on crying for rains of love
The initiative and the planning have finally yielded the red zinnia
Barack Obama opened the barracks to set off all the captive pigeons
A red cap, a red ring in throat, orange beak, a bird near my window
Sweetly whistles the tune of friendship linking Obama and Raul
Even the sky has come down in drizzle to greet this historic union
May Obama’s umbrella protect the spring of the “historic opportunity’’
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March 21, 2016