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In retrospect the couple nigel and nigella were reflecting on their mosaic life that transcended the freakish.
In a mist drenched and fluctuating sun dispersed town with scant employment, and that plethora of minimal short term contract work.
The apparently genial and eccentric inhabitants were in a quintessential jokes and capers quandary.
Dark grey shale ribbed stone stark dwellings one felt might collapse with a finger prod but didn’t quite!
Yet!
Windows bear the tarnished realm of conformity that might stifle atmospheres but didn’t quench drole alignment.
Streets that wove interstitially whose most elevated distinctive mark was its ennui on rewind.
A laughable yet solemn cliquish hub wedged in between a brambled array of disrupted forest leaf wilt and rabid limp green wet knotted pastures.
Nigella had a short story shortlisted in a dimlit attic of a local newspaper with the title A day in the life of a donkey.
Nigel was a junior cast member in a fringe drama on a meagre shoestring budget that had now you see it now don’t short run then vanished without the most minimal of warnings.
Based on this animal pet theme.
Perhaps the portrayal might have been a tad gauche and slapdash in its delivery.
The humour a little too corny even thorny for seats scattered like seeds audience in an overshadowed, out of the way, dust speck town which simultaneously seemed to be playing reuse second fiddle in the context of up to date innovations.
There was also the tantalising magnetic lure of a major urban catchment area and its kinetic glow where there now appeared to be a perceptible impulsive swing away from this midget type village or small town yet somehow dense area that was at once a mortise lock gazing in on itself yet had this twist and turn yen to expand exponentially.
“Strange that day, Nigel, you know when I saw that donkey in the field.
It was a bumpy field very uneven, it was raised, elevated and had this tilt.
Most unusual, it had this human facet, almost as if it was on the verge of peering down on the village.”
After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.
Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.
I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.
I startle to see
The boyhood days is still kept
On the self of my mind
Swings Oleander
In your ears – a pair of beautiful ear-rings.
As I’m walking along this road
All that we enjoyed,
All that we felt.
During our salad days
When we were swimming
In the Whirlpool of love,
All that takes the shape of Cyclonic storm
Approach all of a sudden,
Falls on the land of frustration:
You were one day sitting under the shadows
Of prop roots of past – thy age-old banyan tree.
Within an eye-wink staying
You filled my heart
With horripilation of spring
I am enraptured.
Thousand clouds float across my sky of despair
I see
An Oasis on rugged desert !
I crossed
The woods devoid of sorrows
Kept the sportive land far away back.
Now I’ve kept my sturdy feet
On the moor of unknown herbs.
I am encircled by the realm of Orchids
I imprison the mountain
The woods, the known-unknown flowers
In the camera of my curious eyes!
I forget myself, my soul
Forgets my existence.
In the current of magnificent colors
Me-thinks, you have come
Floats on my heart as Sheuli flower
Flows as if impulse in my nerve
Plays hide and seek in my blood!
After a short run
You take a diversion
Leave me for good
You’ve forgot me.
The Sheuli flowers, the paper-boat
The woods devoid of sorrows-all lost!
Picked-up Sheuli flowers of boyhood days
All that I try to recollect
Now pictures on the walls of your prejudice!
They swing as if they’re worthless calendars!!
You have already crossed
The shadows of prop-roots
Of that ancient banyan tree
I am spell-bound!
I am snared into an illusion of colored Orchid:
It happens to everyone/
All we want is a few/
To be called a true friend/
To show us that there's others out there/
Just like us, so we open ourselves/
To the job of finding true worthy people/
To surround ourselves with/
Only to be filled with lies and deceit/
Generation after generation/
Just keeps getting shadier/
To be blind and not see things/
So clearly, and fall for the same words/
Over and over again/
Just coming out of their mouths/
We try to be positive, shine like a star/
To attract everyone, to search and separate/
To find a few we are looking for/
Which turns into a life of struggles/
Either way we look/
We see doubt and second guessing/
Things we thought we fully understood/
To come and see the real light/
People come and go/
Some seem to use the friend word/
Easy enough, only to be proven wrong/
In the long and short run/
To be left alone/
Seeming like an.../
Outcast... Friendless/
Sometimes it seems like God doesn’t care,
We pray and pray and nothing happens,
The pain and sorrow get worse and worse and we wonder?
Does God have any concern at all for me?
But see, God’s timing is a wondrous and complex thing,
And if we could see her heart,
We would see the Holy Spirit moving heaven and earth to prepare a joyful rest that we can’t forget,
A joyful rest that sits in our consciousness and reverberates joy through our being in an endless, eternal reckoning,
You see it is the will of the Holy Spirit as she works through Hindus, Jews, Muslims, New Agers, Christians, atheists, and agnostics to not lose one soul to despair.
An in the short run this sometimes seems like a quixotic daydream with no merit,
But in the long run the Holy Ghost always gets her way. The Queen of Heaven will not be denied,
Your soul will know peace whether it be in this lifetime or the next,
It will happen,
For Jesus’ love is truly invincible,
And even Satan will one day succumb to it,
God’s heart is to reach you and convince you of how much he loves by all means necessary.
And trust me, what God wants, God eventually gets, and that’s a fact.
“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams
“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.
A short run of oxycodone to ease any pain.
Eating salt and acidy food you must refrain.
We will give you antacids just in case,
And a full range of vitamins, food to replace.
Eat nothing with Gluten or carbohydrate.
We’ll give you a pill to lower your heart rate.
A bevy of sprays to help you breathe.
A mood stabilizer if you begin to seethe.
There’s nothing else before you run out of money.
Make sure you call if you begin to feel funny.
Your health will soon be at its highest peak.
Make an appointment to see me in a week.”
"How uplifting it feels to be given such care.
Knowing my specialist has it all right there.
And silly me was considering healthy living.
Fresh air, good food and exercise, such a misgiving !!"
When moving to a new location
Love to survey the land
Finding the nearest gas emporiums
A Starbucks close at hand
McDonald's which I frequent often
Food stores with all the best deals
Office supplies, lumber yards
Great restaurants for yummy meals
Soon we'll know where everything is
But exploring is half the fun
Discovering stores once far away
Now are just a very short run
It helps to eliminate those illegal u-turns
Which are really hard on the wallet
Soon we'll know where everything is
Reducing our petrol wallop
Moved quite a number of times in life
Find it exciting and fun
You'd think at the age of seventy-seven
My wander lust would all be done
© Jack Ellison 2013
Damn Red Cooper is a son of a ,
fast with a gun, trigger finger will itch,
all the folks say that he’s killed twenty men,
now he’s saying that I’ll be one of them.
Damn Red Cooper had his eye on a girl,
worked the cathouse, liked to give her a twirl,
now mad as hell that she done left the life,
says he’ll kill me ’cause I made her a wife.
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Damn Red Cooper is acomin’ to town,
tells all he meets that he will shoot me down,
thinks I wronged him, wants to even the score,
says my wife is gonna become his whore.
Damn Red Cooper got the locals all scared,
none dare help me, even if they might care,
even the sheriff says I better run,
he can’t help me and I’m as good as done.
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Damn Rec Cooper comes marchin’ up the street,
dust goes flying from the stomp of his feet,
sees me standing there with no sign of life,
smiles like a demon and tells me to draw.
Damn Red Cooper sees I won’t move my hand,
dive for the alley, he don’t understand,
comes on cursing me for making him run,
turns the corner and sees two scatter-guns.
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got guns on the short run!)
Dam Red Cooper stares at me and my wife,
very last things he will see in this life,
we both fire, turn his chest into mush,
body goes flyin’ and falls into the dust.
Damn Red Cooper looks up with dying eyes,
still not believe the way that he died,
never known why some men just can’t behave,
guess he can think about that in his grave.
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got ya’ on the short run!)
Damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
damn Red Cooper,
(Got ya’ on the short run!)
I clock in the time that I arrived but all my explanation was in vain, you did not listen to a word that I say and you kept giving me the blame, if I say A, you say B and if I say He, you say She, You kept putting me below the status quo until you got me off the show.
I still have the passion to live and a heart to forgive but life will never be the same, for you have left me cold, naked, empty and bare but I have got the courage within me to cross over the turbulent sea.
I have been working on this story for more than a year and I everytime I take it to you it end up in the garbage bin, it’s as if I have committed a terrible sin, we cannot see eye to eye and sometimes your insults make break down me cry, If you had stop to listen to what I had to say, the election would have gone another way, but you ignore the simple things that would make you win, the ingredients are mixed up poetry is in the soup and it makes a good diet for me and you. There is magic in the soup.
It is the down to earth things that you cannot see and the objects on the set that cause Israel to hold its breath. The Kremlin fed on them too and those in the back pull Ukraine off the track, they could not analyze them properly and it made the Kremlin happy.
The objects on the set send away the mercenaries in a sprinting in body bags, they were criminals without a destiny or a flag. They have committed atrocious so nature did not treat then kind; they had a short run and was quickly put down by the barrel of the gun .
Everyone worked from the same script while others make lots of profit from it. I did some serious work but you kept throwing me in the dirt and you are still not alert.
I have done some serious work but did not get a dime or recognition for it one administration has come and gone leaving me bare and empty on the law.
It the dawn of a new day and I am optimistic that good things will come my way, you have to settle those legal matters and you have to pull the troops out of the fire.
Think of your own sons and daughter, would you want them to perish in the fire, the nasal sprays are on the way and we have to meet without further delay, too many irons are in the fire and you have to get the universe back in order. We are close but there is distance between us.
When moving to a new location
Love to survey the land
Finding the nearest gas emporiums
A Starbucks close at hand
McDonald's which I frequent often
Food stores with all the best deals
Office supplies, lumber yards
Great restaurants for yummy meals
Soon we'll know where everything is
But exploring is half the fun
Discovering stores once far away
Now are just a very short run
It helps to eliminate those illegal u-turns
Which are really hard on the wallet
Soon we'll know where everything is
Reducing our petrol wallop
Moved quite a number of times in life
Find it exciting and fun
You'd think at the age of seventy-eight
My wander lust would all be done
© Jack Ellison 2013
~Pennsylvania Panic~
He was shot, and could have been dead.
I saw the red blood running down his head.
I only could think of his tall and handsome son of eighteen.
Whose emotions were anything but joyous nor mystically serene.
I was alive when both Kennedys were kiiled.
I saw the floor upon which RFK’s crimson
blood had spilled.
Yes and I thought of the late Martin Luther
King, was killed but his dream, a American star that thrilled!
This is a great country and we refuse to be undone.
True Americans know it is so and was not formed for a short run.
This Judaeo- Christian Republic’s dome shines high in DC on a hill!
To forever serve…America’s law-abiding ones!
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