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Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times
They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn well easy
But lifting this bod up and down the stairs
Made me a whole lot wheezy
At seventy-nine, guess I still can be proud
That I'm still quite able to bring it
In my younger years, thought I'd be all alone
Drooling and loosing it bit by bit
It just goes to show you if you've lived a good life
And you're healthy, no need to stop
Wake up with a dirty big grin on your kisser
Riding bucking broncos till you drop
© Jack Ellison 2015
I would ride a rhinoceros for you
ride it to Timbuctoo
and bring you back
all the golden sand of the desert in a bottle
I would overcome an octopus for you
dive it to deepest Atlantis
gathering up
pearls, sapphires, coral and rubies in a shell
I would bridle the biggest eagle for you
fly it to the cheese-green moon
collecting
shooting stars and sunbeams in a fine feather basket
I would sing a silly song for you, or
write a pretty poem, a nonsensical novel,
a dictionary
of brand new words to describe the lexicon of you
Moving faster than Wonder Woman, I
would go around the world in seventy-nine days
saving a day just for you
(bringing it home, wrapped in spices of the orient)
I would - if you asked me to -
stay up all night for a year, repainting the stars;
leaving them in your room to dry,
just to light up your dreams with silver.
Kim James
7-Feb-2000
My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream,
The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city
like rows of open pizza ovens:
and Just in time for the after crop over party:
While the rain drops dried faster than Polypropylene:
Humans are meant to move,
but to observed the apples, pears,
Hourglass and the squares figures, those untimely
curves of the female bodies: seem only to capture
the photographer’s lens in the parade:
Leaving, the men on the sideline in the corner on the road:
mean while into the midstream, many heart wonder about the
Live streaming of sexual exploitations of shame or fame?
Enormous expensive crops- over festival
A favorite of mine since, nineteen seventy nine:
July -August the heart of the summer: lime
Not even the heat of your blood, nor the innocent
Of your youth, could stop you from flapping
those unwanted body fat: to the bad tasting lyrics
of the people’s winnings artiste:
Rain falling, heat blasting, tar glue to your shoes,
Sweaty bodies, colorful costume flock to the streets
From Jovvae morning, to six am or until party done
While creating lasting memories: sun up to sundown
Darkness engulf the room, in my dream
Wondering what really happen to me,
My youth that was once filled with happiness,
How can I continue comforting the darkness?
**The moment I share the light, the world becomes a brighter place.**
Look out for this diva,/poetess sometime next year…in the Congo line
As the two of them relaxed in the sun
Having moments of fun
Spoken kind words always to each other.
Memories of over decades
As they both rise in the sun
A long-lasting marriage
Another day has begun
Not once spoken of harsh words
Their love is genuine, as they give each other daily hugs.
A time where one was sick
Recovered well, A love note stick
That time made them closer
As their joy for each other
Never heartbroken to one another.
It was a day of remembrance, a time to celebrate
As the anniversary years appear
Time together is a priority
Closeness is always near
As they both use their love with authority.
Never mad all day long
All Eight children are grown
Decades of togetherness
Forgiveness and communication is the key
Keeping GOD first in their life always
Having faith within
Life is to be.
Seeing their fault in each other
Correction is there immediately
Nevertheless, spending time together
With a sandwich and a cup of tea.
Seventy-nine years together
No matter what came abroad
Trusting in GOD above
With their genuine and precious love.
The love for each other
A daily walk in the park
Travels amongst all countries
As their genuine love never departs.
The memories last forever
As they both share their story
Keeping GOD first in their life
Giving GOD ALL Praises and the GLORY.
Family gatherings are really great
All children are so elated
The grandchildren and great-great grands
All gather around, some coming into town
Thanking GOD for such precious moments
Their family, friends, and love ones
Always are definitely around.
A day with all kinds of food
A large table with lots of extended room
Laughter with plenty of love
Prayers are submitted daily
Giving thanks to the almighty above.
Possible seventy-nine-degree high today
A day to twirl, and dance and play.
I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home.
Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem.
My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming.
I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming
We have had a rough winter. We are slap-happy now.
We love this weather, the sun-kind that you plow.
It will be eighty-four tomorrow someone else chimes in.
I have an idea; it makes my silly mouth grin.
Let’s all call in sick, I wisely suggest, and very smartly say.
I turn and see my boss’s shocked face, the end of this fun and lively play.
Know this sounds a bit unusual
For the Jester of P-Soup fame
But lately on the scale of one to ten
Each day's gone down in flames
It happens every once in a while
No reason to have the blues
Maybe it's just a stretch of bad weather
Or maybe the six o'clock news
News could be the real culprit
It constantly talks about war
Tired of hearing the same old stuff
Fed up to the very core
Even the stuff on the science channels
Predicts the end as we know it
As well as the threat of nuclear war
Tired of it, don't give a sh-t
Whatever will be, will be, my friends
What can one person do
Seventy-nine and had a good life
Pray our kids will make it through
© Jack Ellison 2014
“It is too late to shut the stable door when the steed is stolen.”
~ From John Heywood’s A Dialogue Containing the Number in Effect of All the Proverbs in the English Tongue (1546)
“When the well’s dry, we know the worth of water.”
~ From Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac (1746)
My mission is to go back to eighteen-seventy-nine.
I’ve been authorized to repair history’s design.
Luckily, I’ve been trained on a Woody’s Time Machine,
and granted poetic license, fate to intervene.
I’ve set the dial to Braunau am Inn, near the border
of Bavaria and Austria. I must prevent disorder.
I’ll play with history’s chessboard, move a couple pawns,
and introduce Klara Polzl to a man named Franz.
Franz needed a housekeeper, and Klara fit the bill.
So, until pigs fly, which they never did and never will,
Klara wouldn’t work for Alois. They’d not have a son,
and the world would be spared what their young Adolf had done.
It don't do much good lookin' back
But maybe if we could
We'd find another way to take
That'd be for a greater good
Maybe it's worth a look
The preacher he thought we should
Nineteen seventy-nine it was
And times was pretty rough
Merle egged the truckers on
And they shot the highways up
They're burnin' Five Points down
Right there in Levittown
Six hours in the gas lines
Then they tell us they run out
Pregnant lady gets up front
Then she's beat up by the crowd
Was a pillow anyways
That's how it was those days
It's been thirty some odd years
Since we really won a war
We left our souls in Vietnam
And still don't know what for
Now Ayatollahs run Iran
Russians in Afghanistan
OPEC's holding back our gas
And we've had enough of that
So the preacher man that tends our flock
Well he goes on TV
He says I been on my mountaintop
Tryin' to see what I could see
Now I'll tell y'all what I heard
I will share with you the Word
If there's anything that's clear to me
It's that we're mired in malaise
Our confidence is mighty low
We ought to change our ways
We're Americans after all
We should be standing tall
We just put a man on the Moon
So we got to fix this soon
Now as your humble pastor
I issue you this call
We must wean ourselves from foreign oil
And do it once and for all
This is gonna take sacrifice
We will pay a heavy price
It'll be one helluva fight
But we'll do it 'cause it's right
Our congregation thought a lot about
What the preacher said that day
But what he asked of us was just too much
So we took the easy way
Maybe that cost us more
Thirty years of Mid East war
With no sign of an end
Could he have been right back then?
Seventy-nine years old and counting
Got a whole bunch more years to come
Longevity is rampant in my family
I'm the youngest of ten children
Nine sisters and finally li'l ole me
Two died at birth... but
One sister managed to make it to ninety-four
Four lived into their eighties
And two lived into their late seventies
My mummy was eighty-two when she passed away
But my poor dear old daddy only lived to sixty-seven
Colon cancer got him
Usually when hearing about nine sisters
Most people say, “Wow! You must have been spoiled”
What does that mean... like meat that's gone bad?
I guess you could say I was doted on!
Loved it... I recommend it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
In eighteen seventy nine; twenty second of January
Was the day of a great battle and for the Zulus victory
At Isandlwana the Zulu army showed no fear
Against British guns, armed with shield and spear.
Twelve thousand warriors from the Zulu nation
Wiped out the British, a total annihilation
With such a large force the camp was soon overun
With hand to hand combat, under African sun.
Nearly a thousand British soldiers died that day
A few played dead and managed to get away
Some headed for Rorkes Drift never looking back
Warning the soldiers there of an impending attack.
Not far from the battle stood the mission station
By the Buffalo river a tranquil location
Five thousand warriors marched on Rorkes Drift
A hundred and thirty nine stood ready to resist.
Dispite wave after wave the British repelled their attack
With rifle and bayonet; they pushed the Zulus back
The Zulus regrouped and moved in for the kill
An officer gave the command to fire at will .
The battlefield was covered with the bodies of the slain
With spears, shields and blood all over the terrain
It wasn't until the morning of the following day
That the Zulus retreated and went on their way.
Eleven Victoria crosses were won at Rorkes drift
For courage and bravery; shown in that conflict
Five hundred Zulu warriors paid the ultimate cost
Whilst seventeen British soldiers in battle were lost.
Against overwhelming odds the British held the line
And Rorkes Drift today is a museum and a shrine
Tour guides at the site will tell you the story
Of those brave British soldiers and their hour of glory.
(The Victoria Cross or VC is the highest and most prestigious award given
to members of the British armed forces for valour in the face of the enemy.)