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Write yourself the silliest song...
when everything seems dark and dull,
and all that can be changed for all;
write and just sing along!
Learn how to fight your blues
with the quickest remedy: think of sunshine,
never of rain; dream of rainbows
over the distant horizon!
For every sad mood that lingerd for too long,
there's a world of surprises waiting in your song!
Most people think that loving themselves
is enough to complete their mission in life,
but I tell you otherwise: love others
more than you love yourself,
and you'll be rewarded in due time:
look at the lives of those great givers!
Learn how to fight your blues,
and there's no way you can lose;
if everything were easy, nobody would complain...
going up-hill is too tough for the weak,
gather your strength and be the first to reap
whatever you deserved and wasn't given!
Write yourself the happiest song,
look up and merrily sing along!
Ah, sad hearts
we shoudn't throw
the smallest joys
in the drawer of forgetfulness:
don't good souls search
for God and spend time
watching those rainbows
that change glow?
He's there adding His divine touch!
To whom do we pray
when we are left with the last dime?
The smallest joys
make us happy,
it's the laughter on our faces
that create spontaneous feelings!;
Nothing can return to its past glory:
there's no need to run
after them and scream;
they are forever ours
in that realistic dream!
We must defend
what we love for our sake,,
so harsh is reality
when we stay awake:
it stares at us as we
pretend to be in perfect harmony!
The smallest joys
make us happy,
it's so miserable to be crappy:
the silliest words
blend with our gestures:
it's the free exchange of emotions!
Remember that day in ’86?
Yeah, yeah…that one…
damn I tried not to…you know
pass it on to you.
But ….. hey… it was kinda fun
in an adolescently asinine way.
Anyway, if you got this letter
you have outlived our agreed upon
expiration date.
That being the case
let me apologize for the messes
I left for you to clean up.
How are we doing anyway???
Still wearing flannel and blue jeans
or did the fashionistas finally
gain the upper hand?
About the grandkids…
sorry I taught them to spit
and swear…but remember
you had a hand in it too.
OK, what I really want to know
“DID WE I EVER GROW UP?”
I mean become – like –
“A responsible adult???
As of this writing
we haven’t made too much progress
but the grandkids think I am
“the silliest Papa”.
Hope they still remember that
as I remember them.
Actually, I hope the future
hasn’t changed them….or you.
Hope to see you soon
(but not too soon)
Your Self
9/19/2021
Letter to your future self Poetry Contest
Oh, miserable fate,
I've been ditched by Isabel
for some preppy guy,
whose charm and wit
attracts the prittiest girl;
I show little thrill,
I admit being a boring dude,
sometimes so rude!
Could I let her slip away,
mourn this goodbye
for the silliest lie?
I look around
and I understand
that certain women
are never satisfied
with what they find;
they won't settle down
for an ordinary guy
who works hard
for a living.
Feel sorry for myself,
sShow me some compassion,
I hide from all pain,
never searching in vain
for dreams bigger
than the widest sky,
so glad to be a whiner,
forced to scream and cry
by the river of desperation.
Slap me hard,
bring my senses back to reality,
I'm a prey of shameless vanity;
my tomorrow is dim,
Isabel is happy with him.
I never intended to cause harm;
who can control jealousy?
Oh, miserable fate,
I regret the days
we spent together
without joy:
they could have been happy;
losing all is madness,
it's my biggest mistake!
Our earth rotates with a wobbly spin.. could that be
Indicative of the presence of sin? Not perfect yet living
Maybe that's so.? yet here's another truth many won't know'
A ball of Release was created and run where the sun
Starts to shine, while in the earth's north; there is none'
Reports from dead media, deny it was done.?
Yet I saw so many all enjoying their fun, it was titled
For freedom though to close it some tried,
For to smile is now frowned on; and no singing inside.'
Like the scouring of 'the shire' in the Lord of the rings
How could it happen? In tightening things.?
Fear was It's trigger; as deadly claims just grew bigger
In their 70 and 80s people's actions escape me.!
They'll do the mask-task, but ever do they ask?
How they lived to this good age.? Were their mothers
So.. Unsage.? I'm sure they would cry if all this came
To their eyes.' This insult to good reason cap's
The silliest of seasons.!
I'm usually known for my silly stuff
But once in a while I surprise
Drooling all over my keyboard and yours
With mushy stuff I fantasize
It's true I sometimes wear more than one hat
Contrary to what you may think
Can be sillier than the silliest damn jester
Then switch as quick as a wink
Become all gushy and mushy and stuff
Talk of pretty flowers and love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove
This back and forth stuff is really dizzying
Imagine if I wrote about dying
Some are obsessed with negative things
If I said that was me I'd be lying
It's not for me that tear jerky stuff
Guess my life's been too damn happy
Not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
© Jack Ellison 2012
loud laughter echoes through the pitch black sky
the usually dark street seems to lighten up
as I walk in it with you like we're going home
to a place we own
we laugh and laugh until our stomachs hurt
echoing through the neighborhood
late at night until it dissipates with our breath
in my bedroom, we close the door
snuggling together like an old married couple
talking about the silliest moments of our life
and all random things there is until it bores
I saw it, at the top of your head
a bright orange hairpin
clinging onto your hair not wanting to fall
you left it on my table under the yellow lighted lamp
you washed your hair and let me dry it
combing it until you feel sleepy
leaving the hairpin on my table illuminated
by the dim light making it stand out best
out of all the things that sits on the table
days later you left to go home
it was there on my table
an orange hairpin
barely noticeable despite it's bright color
that hairpin reminded me of you
your laugh and your breath
your hair and your scent
of all the things we do and
on how we talk about tomorrow
as if the world is ending that night
how we laugh while we eat
how I make silly moves while we walk
that hairpin is you
a reminder that I once loved a person
a gentle remnant of your presence
I call it you
you who knew me so well
you who knows my everything.
you.
and I cry over it.
I cry over you.
I cry, over a hairpin
"To love at all is to be vulnerable" ~ C.S. Lewis
You may think that "The One that Got Away",
is a yarn of coincidence and fate,
but that there are reasons for what happens -
in the story that I relate.
I count four girlfriends, along with two wives,
and that is just a start.
There are those I obsessed and longed for -
tales that would wrench your heart,
but I'm going to take a step back
and take a closer look.
It's not bad luck I'm dealing with,
that has me hanging from this hook.
I've always chosen the best of friends,
but I didn't roll the dice.
Yet, the cause of my checkered love life
could be my honing device.
What do I think might be the problem?
It's "fear" I will assert.
By picking partners of unequal investment,
I subconsciously avoid getting hurt.
If I'm in possession of the upper hand,
I'll be in the clear.
If it's the other way, I can see it coming,
and I don't have to shed a tear.
There have been good opportunities -
good women, I've passed by.
When lucky enough to encounter them,
I didn't even try.
As my example for this exercise,
Arleen is the one I'll choose.
I was her friend back in the dorms.
If I tried for her, it would hurt to lose.
She was a pre-law student, so intelligent,
pretty as can be.
All the guys on our coed floor liked her,
but I think she liked me -
in fact, a friend told me just that,
but I did not act.
Instead, I chased the silliest of women,
That's the simple fact.
Arleen was kind and approachable,
with merits by the trayful,
she was disciplined, yet adventuresome,
and had a sense of humor, playful.
I took her to a revival movie,
Rebel without a Cause,
She wanted to go up to my room,
I declined! I ask myself, "because...?"
Because I was a stupid idiot.
You might have a better word.
Now, isn't that the saddest story
that you have ever heard?
Put your hands up those who want more sillies
Counted six thousand, one hundred and forty
Seems like a bunch of you still like to giggle
Be assured, more's coming up shortly
First one, how does one make holy water?
That's easy, you boil the hell out of it
That's really quite funny and extremely clever
A copyright I've got in my mitts
They say nobody is perfect, well I'm a nobody
So it follows I must be perfect
If four out of five suffer from diarrhea
Must mean one person enjoys it's effects
A computer once actually beat me at chess
But it's no match for me at kick boxing
Beat the poop out of that annoying computer
Other laptops thought it was shocking
I say no to alcohol, but it just doesn't listen
That's the silliest thing I've ever heard
Whenever I talk quietly to my Bloody Caesar
It answers, “you are totally absurd!”
Whad'ya call a boomerang that won't come back
I guess I'd just call it a stick
What do you give a woman who has it all
Your phone number of course, Mr. Slick
The sky’s acid blue, and I have an idea
To be approved by you
Let’s catch a cab to Westminster Pier
We'll be standing awhile in a queue
Let’s torment ourselves with a boat ride
Like in the good old days
Watching marinas on riverside
Passing through open gates
Of many locks on the way to Richmond
And as soon as we moor
Let’s visit the Kew and the Hampton Court
That’s what we’re here for
Let’s lunch in the Privy Kitchen café
Then I’ll get lost in the maze
Smiling the silliest smile I’ll pace there
Trying all possible ways
We’ll go for a ride on a horse-drawn carriage
I’ll chat with the coachman of topics
Not so important like Royals marriage
While you’ll be taking some pics
I’ll buy a walnut brandy before we set sail
Back to the Westminster pier
It’ll be quite an outing to repeat that trail
What do you think, my dear?
I take your silence as a sign of consent
I knew you’d accept my plan
There’s just one nuance, that wasn’t meant
Hope you will understand.
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