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An unfamiliar smirk,
painted with disgust,
shotgun in hand,
blood-quenched shirt,
who are you?
His body lay still,
frozen-
with the holes you stabbed twice-
not three but twice,
one for the time he lied
and one for the time he left-
gave up,
failed-
the test you tested each one,
every time,
like a routine-
Hitler's followers
and once they revealed their true identity,
you tore them apart,
each time you grinned a bit wider.
And now you stand there infront of me,
smiling with that same sick grin.
That same twisted expression
that same satisfaction.
Once more I ask you who you are,
why you've done the things you've done.
I wait,
no reply-
until the mirror shatters to puzzle pieces-
and as I begin to pick them up,
I gaze into a small chip,
small enough to miss,
and there you are behind me,
there you were the whole time,
you never really left,
I shoved you out.
Wearing a dream like sari colored navy blue
With the lilac lips at a conch shell white in hue
Would come the evening as the curve in new moon grew
From the glow wormed darkness would look on starry dew
Gradually the merchants of capital through
The path of building a modern evening anew
One day they set fire to the idyllic milieu
To make life five and seven stars for me and you
Now evening descends in many a polished shoe
The crowd in short pants and tee shirt just two-by-two
In greedy vigour the same path we now pursue
In wounded wing our birds fly in sky a bit blue
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13/01/2017 :Contest 12 by 12 Monorhyme – Poetry Contest of John Hamilton
Syllable count checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
On an cool Autumn night,
Eerie and full of dread.
...not fear...but locks.
Darkness is embraced by light,
Peace stirs in the midnight wind,
...not a calm...but a gesture of his hand.
Simple and sweet...a mystery hides
Behind the pleasant mood.
...not a state of mind...but the smile on his face.
With a skull peering over his shoulder,
Silent growls begin to grrr.
...not growls of a wolf...but his hunger of sweets.
The mood begins to fade,
As a black bird paused in flight,
...not in the air...but on his shirt.
Sets the tone for the night,
As he dresses up for Halloween,
...he’s not Bob Marley...he’s Rasta Ruben.
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For Carols Browns “Funny Spooks” contest
My reference material is in my blog photos...
I am cold and I drive myself away
From a grave made of clay
With yellow-colored edges,
And the earth as its lid.
I am cursed to accept myself...
A ghost with eyes and bones,
I am walking weak among the graves
While crying out some words.
Like a field holds a scarecrow,
The cemetery holds me in its arms
To drive away from the sacred graves
The old women from the crosses.
The priest scolds me in distress
For wandering at night through the city
With just my linen shirt
And a candle like a thread.
I am guilty of my sad night
That weighs upon my non-existence...
I am a ghost created from the rain
That washed my grave away.
I'm a Yankee Drooling Senior
Trousers pulled up nipple high
Poop stains on my shirt and in my hair
Happy but I don't know why
Got to go to see my doctor
Really painful when I pee
All you people hear me farting
Better hide the children
Cause I am about to let one fly
© Jack Ellison 2013
(To the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Apologies to George M. Cohan.)
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
From the moment we became grandparents we have felt conflicted
at the way, in books and media, grandparents are depicted.
But we’ve been grandparents for a while now
(one grandchild just graduated college)
So we believe it is time to share some grand-parental knowledge…
When a cartoonist draws a grandma her hair is invariably in a bun
If she’s not wearing a sweater…chances are she’s knitting one.
When she walks it’s with a cane and we will forever take offense
how she’s always wearing glasses and has no fashion sense
When a cartoonist draws a grandpa he is never very tall
His hair is a vibrant shade of gray or white…if he has any hair at all.
His plaid pants never match his shirt…his glasses are as thick as a window pane
He could be in a wheel chair or like Grandma…walking with a cane.
If you look around at grandparents today, you’ll find us agile and nimble and spry
In fact you’ll discover to your amazement those old stereotypes don’t apply.
Deborah doesn’t wear a muumuu…her hair is never in a bun,
If you ask our grandchildren what they think, they’ll say their Nana’s fun.
She’s creative, she’s compassionate, she’s patient and I can verify
She’s great with babies, loves to bake and sings a soothing lullaby.
As for me, though I am a little bald, I don’t wear plaid pants, never would.
snd if I do say so myself, I make the clothes I wear look good.
I do not fish, don’t watch much TV, I don’t read the Farmer’s Almanac
When my grandchildren ask to play football…guess who’s the quarterback?
Deborah and I will try jumping rope, playing soccer and climbing trees too
because in this day and age, in our generation, that’s what grandparents do!
We are a mix of old and new, we are much cooler and hipper than before
(Even though I’m pretty sure people don’t say cooler or hipper anymore!)
We embrace some of the traits of our grandparents, yes the good ones have survived
but speaking for Deborah and the grandparents I know, a new generation has arrived!
So cartoonists when you draw Deborah draw her with style, grace and fun
And if you’re drawing her baking cupcakes, make sure they’re funky ones.
And when you take your pencils out don’t draw me in a rocking chair
Instead…draw me climbing up a tree or in a top hat
and if you want…
you can add more hair.
Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare,
You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware,
He has no shirt on his back no shoes on his feet, but he's human too, hes no different to me or you,
He feels inferior, he's embarrassed to panhandle for any spare change from any of you,
He's ing homeless but he's human to, he's no different to anyone of you,
It's just your negative attitude that brings that poor man down when he's feeling blue
He's not useless, he has to sit all day he can't just get up and move away he'll get mobbed
And they'll take anything that's left, he's already been pillaged and robbed,
They'll even take his spot where he's currently sitting but it's also where he plans to sleep,
She's sick, her stomach twists she's not eaten in days all her money was spent on a bag,
Now she stands under the bright street light her spot light, she smiles even though she's sad
She needs to turn a trick to get her fix so she's no longer sick, She feels dirty and used
As drunk lads walk past how much for a shag you dirty slag, they holla at her amused
She's still human not a walking price tag, she dosent deserve such degrading abuse,
From let's be honest total ing twats that wouldn't last 5 minutes on these mean streets,
She's ing homeless and needs to score she needs enough cash to pay towards a hotel room,
To go after a hard night on the streets her homies will stay too splitting the bill
A room at the cheapest hotel that stinks, is dank and dark filled with mould and mildew
Blood splatter from previous occupants who have shot up, could pass as art deco from the ghetto,
There ing homeless but there human to there no different to anyone of you.
It's just our negative attitude judging them bringing them down till they feel blue.
The chocolate frosting was whipped for the cake
But it flicked on your neck by a simple mistake
Don’t move my love I’ll clean you up
With lips and tongue I’ll gently suck.
Mmmm, that’s good, lets have some more
There are other body parts we can explore
Remove your apron and what’s underneath
Cover up the box, so Betty Crocker can’t peek.
With spatula I’ll cover your passion
Chocolate cupcakes are all the fashion
On the kitchen table I’ll have my dessert
Careful dear, you’re ripping my shirt.
The company came later that night
And looked surprised to see the sight
Of a naked cake with no frosting there
Yet the hint of chocolate smell in the air.
Lyrics to an imagined song. Inspired by
Joe Bonamassa & Beth Hart's "I'll Take Care of You"
Verse 1:
We came together after we both were badly hurt.
Your wife, she got a lawyer.
It’s as if that greedy woman
took right off your back your shirt!
My love walked away from me after all I did
to make him feel adored.
Beyond my feeling hurt –
the whole thing left me floored.
Verse 2
I found you wandering one day
looking hopeless on the street
Our eyes met and mine locked on yours -
eyes tinged with such sadness,
but they are so sweet.
You’ve told me all your heartache
and I’ve told mine now to you.
Let me show you what a woman’s care can do.
Chorus:
Baby, I see the tears you’re trying not to cry.
Let those tears start flowing
until they have run dry.
Let me hold you. I’ll enfold you
in my arms; you’ll see
I can take away your pain.
Baby, trust in me.
Verse 3
It has been a short while now,
and the hurting still is raw.
We know each other very well,
and we know each other’s every flaw.
Love deepens.
I feel your confidence I’m gaining.
All that pain – I’ll see you through.
Soon your hurting will be waning
because I’m going to take
such good care of you.
Repeat Chorus:
Baby I see the tears you're trying not to cry.
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May 14, 2023
For the Joe Bonamassa And Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
7/18/17
Climbing to the top
Pulled up to a new spot
Hands holding steady
And ready
To put in work
Across from hills that got burnt
Boots, jeans, a camo hat and long sleeve shirt
Kept sliding and nearly falling, which made me smirk
Even when I actually fell into the dirt
Was building up a sweat and extreme thirst
Just trying to go berserk
And earn respect, instead of being a jerk
I knew I wouldn't necessarily be the best or the worst
This won't be the last time, and it won't be the first
I'm just thankful to be here on this Earth
Truthfully
Thank you for the opportunity