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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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There are good days, bad days and sad days,
There are happy days, snappy days, crappy days
There are days so fickle it seems you clasp
the wisps of joy eluding your grasp
There are those days...
Some days come off so intense
You'd only speak of them in past tense
Some days are so halcyon and carefree
Other days have you saying "Dear me"
Every other two hours because you make
The dumbest and silliest mistake
Some days are crazy and forlorn
That leave you all spent out and worn
You'd never stop feeling so blue
Those days come and go like flu
But the hardest days of all it seems
Having to handle the crash of dreams
Replaying each minute watching the hours
Receiving the thorns instead of flowers
Blaming yourself, and blaming the world
Then retreating to sob and cry, curled.
There are those days...
You'll have a fair share of good and bad
You won't imagine the days I've had
Mind-boggling, tongue-twisting, kabish-kabash
Of course the rich and the "out of cash"
Days of extreme luck and days of grit
Days of hard work in sleet and heat
And today you just got it over with
The flesh gone, leaving just the pith
It could have been worse you know
Think about the trauma people undergo
Are undergoing, accidents, crashes
The universe doggedly flogging them lashes
Homeless hopeless, days without sense.
You wouldn't even use it in a sentence,
You just lost, well even if it was
(your fault) don't dwell on the schmuck and schwuz
It's a random progression if you will
That some days be good and others still
Would go over your head or below
Or places that you won't want to go
Tomorrow it'll be glorious, that is true
Because after pain, joy is due
And even if it didn't end in praise
With a smile, (cry for a while) and then relate
As though you didn't have a worse-off fate
And say "There are those days..."
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 flowers and eternal love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a shove
This back and forth stuff is really quite 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 bloody happy
Sure not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Just read an old joke about Dr Watson and Sherlock Holmes going camping.
They pitch their tent under the stars and go to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Holmes wakes up Watson, and says look up at the stars and tell me what you deduce,
Watson ponders the view for a minute or two, then says I see millions of stars he replies, even if only a few of them have planets, and even if only a few of those planets are like earth there must be life out there, that's what I deduce,
Holmes looks at him aghast and says Watson you fool someone stole our tent.
A man in a small town married 20 different women, all are still alive, he never divorced any of them, and he broke no laws, how did he do it, he was a vicar.
Should a man be allowed to marry his widows sister, no he would be dead.
A mother and father take their 6 year old son to a nudist beach, as the boy walks along the sand, he notices that many of the women have boobs bigger than his mum's, so he goes back to ask her why that is, she tells her son the bigger they are the the sillier the lady is, the boy pleased with the answer goes to play in the ocean, but returns to tell his mother that many of the men have larger cocks than his dad's, she smiles and says the bigger they are the dumber the man is, again satisfied with her answer the boy goes back to the ocean to play, shortly thereafter the boy returns again and promptly tells his mother, daddy is talking to the silliest lady on the beach, and the longer he talks the dumber he gets.
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!
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
At times been known to wear different hats
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 flowers and eternal love
Then sure as shootin' it's back to the sillies
Giving your giggler a tug
This back and forth stuff is really quite 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 bloody happy
Sure not complaining I'm a perky old geezer
Maybe a better word is slaphappy
Ah, sad we shouldn'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?
Isn't His hand adding a divine touch?
To whom do we pray
when we are left with the last dime?
It's 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:
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
and 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!
“Life is too short to be serious all the time. So, if you can’t laugh at yourself, call me and I’ll laugh at you.” - Anonymous
Silliness is not a curse, it's a blessing if you care to know.
To be serious and smug is what all fake people like to show.
To be light-hearted and silly billy is not a sin, blunder.
Seriousness is malady best killed before life's asunder.
Silliness helps you break the ice and lightens life's many burdens
Prudish approach inevitably makes you miss all the guerdons
Life itself throws silliest of problems have you ever noticed.
In love matters, you've no idea even the remotest
And if you take silly matters seriously life becomes hell.
It's from certain foolish experiences I can simply tell.
When serious becomes silly, and silly becomes serious,
You're inviting troubles in your life and it becomes tedious.
Experience says silly behaviour can be rewarding too.
If it's not overdone, beyond measure, and you are truly you.
I've heard humour and silliness are natural, free, stress-busters.
Laconic, but timely silly jokes can be happy life's thrusters.
So, do not underestimate what appears a silly half-wit.
Despite appearance, he's the happiest soul you care to admit.
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.!
Endless possibilities expand my dendrites, kicking up hopes.
Lasagna boat floats, Play Dough Dragon, Speedy envelopes
Wherever I turn I see another idea, which might be grand.
A pink penguin army shying away from a Mariachi band.
Orange stuffed chair just got mad and stomped out in a huff.
Formica table was laughing so hard, she tripped, sure enough.
Mud puddle mama is making her tree’s lipstick shine.
Other ideas are parading around; and they are all mine.
A blue and green necklace escaped from my treasure box.
They landed down river across from the home of a fox.
A crow got to it first and fell in love with its glitz.
What is happening to the sky? Is this another eclipse?
Things are happening so fast, I can barely keep up.
Trixie my muse is straddling a huge silver loving cup.
I ask her to explain and she gives me a look so very sly.
I dare not ask her anything else, yet not knowing why.
Coffee cup is in love with the Sharpie, but she is totally prissy.
She will not hold his handle or give him a wink or a kissy.
There is a blue mask that found his way downstream on his own.
These are just a few hundred ideas for tomorrow’s silliest poem.