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Made a lot of questionable moves
But in spite of all my impurities
Ageing lines on my time weathered face
Are a testament to my maturity
The years have taken their toll of course
Walk slightly bent over with a shuffle
But my mind's still active and sharp as a tack
Never mind I'm sometimes kerfuffled
Still look at life with a twinkle in my eye
Happy tunes dance 'round in my soul
It's not about who's got the biggest toys
Creating the most smiles is my goal
I can honestly say my mission's complete
By the comments of friends on PS
As a jester I promise to lighten your heart
Be assured I'll give it my best
© Jack Ellison 2012
My brain power has surely diminished
Since reaching this ripe old age
Used to be as sharp as a tack back then
During my mind's early stage
Where'd they go, the years have just flown
Yesterday, I was young and eager
Today, all my happy dreams have come true
But I'm still a knowledge seeker
Can never get enough of this great big world
With it's magic and secrets untold
Our brains can hold so much new knowledge
Experiencing the future unfold
Sadly we eventually must all say goodbye
To the world and friends so vital
Okay that's enough of this negative whoohaa
It's contrary to my happiness title
After some interaction twixt the lady above..I gained some insight.? Does it
Dim anything i cherish and love.? She's
A real Aussie battler folks..With her head
Screwed on.' And Lord she seeks recompense.' Just while shes going along
Find out more about her, for she will reach
Out.' Do i still think she is ( adorable.?) Yes without a doubt, she is great with her
Vo-cab..Sharp as a tack..Iyah i still back
Ya...Gurl stay on your track, I'm stilll an Aussie from a way back ya see..Maybe i
Was a little blunt.? But that springs from
What I owe, a great land, that made you and me..I know that you'll look in and read
Of my lines..Come back when you are ready gurl, i've got a dirt map and some
Plans designed.'
Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"
Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency
"Junior" as the USA's President was a bit of an anomaly
As he observed: "I know how hard it is to put food on your family." (Jan, 2000)
It was rather hard to take his Presidency all too seriously
After this: "I know the human being and fish can coexist." (Sept., 2000)
For education, he and Laura shared a passion, a yearning
To wit: "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" (Jan, 2000)
Of course, Bush could also be sharp as a tack, downright uncanny
Like the time he bragged, "They misunderestimated me!" (Nov, 2000)
And after eight years in office, "W" had become quite the orator
As seen in this reflection: "I think I was unprepared for war, --er." (Dec, 2008)
So there you have it, a smattering of evidence
~ That speaking the King's English is not required of a President
My brain power has surely diminished
Since reaching this ripe old age
Used to be sharp as a tack back then
During my mind's early stages
Where'd they go, the years have just flown
Yesterday, I was young and eager
Today, my happy dreams have come true
But I'm still a knowledge seeker
Can never get enough of this great big world
With it's magic and secrets untold
Our brains can hold so much new knowledge
Experiencing the future unfold
Sadly we eventually must all say goodbye
To the world and our friends so vital
Okay that's enough of this negative whoohaa
It's contrary to my happiness title
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Finding the thorn on the stem slowly bleeding,
draining the life from the flower above
Sharp as a tack and as deadly as poison,
taking the breath from this moment of love
Growing alone on the garden path weeping,
death and decay climb the arbor of fear
Bramble and thicket collect in the corners,
nary a bloom or a petal is near
Brown, now the color that takes the advantage,
loneliness forms in the shadows you see
Stay farther back from your found expectations
before you learn that this thorn, it is me
7/10/20
Written for the: The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I would like to talk about the coronavirus which has caused so many of us to agonize
I will stay away from politics except to say…it has made some people act unwise.
Instead I would like to stay closer to home…after all home is where I’ve had to be
and talk instead how this coronavirus has been effecting me.
This pandemic has seized many things we used to take for granted and put them out of reach…
On the plus side we have spent more time in our kayaks and on walks along the beach.
I haven’t enjoyed wearing a mask…living in this kind of artificial bubble.
but if one person is saved because I wear it…it’s totally worth the trouble.
I’ve hated social distancing…I miss hugging…for goodness sake
I even attended a Zoom birthday party where I could only see the cake!
The wear and tear on our car is better…since we only travel to the store.
and my hands as well as my jeans and shorts have been washed more than ever before.
This pandemic has stopped us from going to the movies…
something we used to do religiously…
Apparently now we’ll watch anything…even the Tiger King…that’s showing on TV.
We are exercising, doing more puzzles and reading…mysteries, novels…almanacs
anything to keep us healthy and our minds sharp as a tack.
Because this pandemic has effected our memory…
for instance…any show we watched when this pandemic began…you know…way back when.
we’ve already forgotten what happens in them and so we get to watch them again and again!
Deborah says it’s not the pandemic…we’re just getting old…but her theory I must poo-poo
I’d rather look at all my faults…and blame them on the flu.
Forget where I put my glasses…walk into a room and can’t remember why…
have difficulty getting out of a chair…feeling a little less spry…
These have nothing to do with old age..I believe it’s academic
when it comes to problems such as these…I blame them on the pandemic.
And I’ve noticed Deborah doesn’t laugh at my jokes as much as she used to…
It’ can’t be that I’m not as funny…and I hate to start another unfounded rumor
but apparently this pandemic can effect a person’s sense of humor!
In conclusion as we are experiencing something in our lifetime
we’ve never experienced before…
I know this coronavirus will win its share of battles…
but we’re determined to win the war.
The singer looks at the now empty stage
His voice guarded deep in his warm throat
Shielded by a high neck shirt he wore
Singing with passion from down within
Rehearsing day and night until it’s right
Blended rhythms and notes run the scales
Clinging in smoky night clubs like a shadow
Getting your pay with crumbled dollar bills
Go from gig to gig if it makes you whole
Your songs will make them dance and spin
Like a magic spell being cast far and wide
Allow your words to heal wounds and scars
And when you have earned your keep
Collect the spoils from your conquest sweet
Gobbled champagne and fancy caviars
And your heart beats crashed musical chart
Find the singer who was once loved
The brilliant heart that once lived in joy
Consider yourself a singer without a heart
Who has traded his soul from the start
As it ends the conquest will lose its spark
Come to your senses and stop this slide
You may be witted and sharp as a tack
Don’t get eluded and slip—stay on track
Comments: This is a narrative dialogue poem. It sets the stage one may
probably find in a conflicting situation. It develops into a complication, reaches a
crisis then falls into a resolution. It displays connections, alienation,
disconnections, and a turning point where a change takes place between a
protagonist and antagonist. The ending brings about a resolution after a
dramatic point has been reached. Give it a try one day, and I will give it a review
for you. It must be very interesting and relates to real life.
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
Okay, time for a chuckle and have I got a good one
Wife Cathie, VP son Scottie and I went to a garage sale on Saturday
Along with our golden retriever Annie
I was in charge of making sure I had a good hold of her leash
Annie behaved really well, dropping little treasure on a few lawns
Scottie dutifully picked them up and placed them in a little green bag
Neatly tied the end and placed it in his pocket
Bought a couple of gadgets for a song and continued on home
Then it was off to the signing for his new car
Followed by a celebratory meal in a classy restaurant
Finally back home exhausted, we each had a wee nappy-poo
Upon waking, my sharp-as-a-tack son put his hand in his pocket
And broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter
There, neatly wrapped was that little green poop bag
Which he had neatly tucked away through all of the day's events
The signing, the restaurant, the wee nappy-poo!!!
We were totally convulsed with uncontrollable laughter
For a good half hour or more... a real class act eh! LOL