Long Silliness Poems
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Smack and stomp. Snatch and grab. In her mouth, cheese and mouse.
Trot, trot, trot, proud to bring captured rodent into the house.
Mother screams, yells, jumps on a high black kitchen chair.
Child follows suit, there is fear felt in the summer air.
Don’t put it down! The mother shrieks with concern.
The child laughs a nervous laugh that I soon learn.
It’s only a mouse, I say, with the strut of a man.
King Cat shakes his head no. He is not a big fan.
Come on! Please share! I say, holding out my hand.
There is a scream now from the woman of this land.
I give her a look and roll my hazel gold eyes.
She is not happy with me at all, no big surprise.
It’s only a mouse, I say, not terribly impressed.
King Cat wanders off, with a rush, truly best.
Only a mouse! The wife screams in a ridiculous way.
Unfortunately, her child learns this silliness too on this day.
I’ve littered the page with alliteration
Marbled it with metaphor
Injected it with irony
Confined it in constrictive cadence
Slathered it with slithering syllabic silliness
Ravenously roamed the Rhyme Zone
Challenged the demons of “How many dot com”
Punctuated the un-punctuatable
Said “the heck with spelchek”
Shed the shroud of sentient surveillance
For my words are fed through
The shredders of sentiment
The chopping blades of “critique”
The swirling blades of trimmers
The plucky platitudes of pruners
And yet I write, compose, imbue
In unseen color distant words
Rough cut diamonds
Defying the cutters edges
Leaving a life unpolished
Unabashedly unashamed
Of the tarnished truths
That mar the purity
Of poetry’s perfection
Silliness coupled with much humdrum
drains creative energy from the minds of children.
Bored kids, raised by televisions, make warped decisions.
Viewed daily by the hour, murder becomes ordinary.
The wild lunacy of far too many people
causes vulgarity to erupt at an early age.
Integrity is not taught by crude interjections.
Reality: kids mimic adults without perception.
Elegance is foreign; brutality, common.
In modern childhood decorum is misunderstood
as mere rules and likewise humility is worthless
Laxity reigns with sporadic parental harshness.
Today’s children have a mentality and morality
that would rattle our great-grandparents’ false teeth.
Our children are wiser than their peers of yesteryears,
re: street-smarts, fits and starts and body parts.
My life was droning along, quite monotonously
like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly
Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected
a simple letter was penned, something unexpected
The letter said “How 'bout it? Can we write a poem together?”
I wanted to say “I doubt it” and avoid it altogether
But the letter said it's “more fun” to write in collaboration
so I said “Okay, let's do this” despite my reservations
We picked a topic at random, I didn't know where to start
but as soul-fated chums, we wrote complementary parts
I started in the middle, while she penned beginning and end
when put together, it made us smile- and we were instant friends!
That's how I came to know her- yes, this wise and clever faerie
a friend I love the very best, a creative visionary
Poems only our tribe would “get”... our silliness in synchrony
I am so glad that we have met, I'm sure she would agree
Like loving mothers, we watch enthralled as our muses frolic and play
such wild creations- we love them all, surprised by what they say!
This describes how I became friends with my dear soul-sister, Caren Krutsinger... the first of many awesome people I would meet on the 'Soup!
It really ain't easy you know
Keeping up with you talented poets
You guys are totally amazing
Your creative presentations show it
Feel like an rank amateur at times
When reviewing your wonderful stuff
Truly eloquent compositions
Keeping up with you guys is tough
You've either got it or you ain't
Can't fake it if your words don't sing
Before long it'll be discovered
You lack that rare intangible thing
At times think I might have it
Then review your poetic submissions
Realize I'm still a rank amateur
And don't fit the word 'poet' definition
Guess I'll just keep bumbling along
With my silliness and nonsensical fun
As long as you guys keep cheering me on
Sure hope I don't fall on my bum!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Plunk plick plat splat
The drip of faucet compels me to
Throw down a few notes
Words I had not thought of six seconds before
Cardinals and sparrows
Twittering and chittering
I listen hard, capturing nothing
Yet inspired by everything.
My subconscious grabs these sounds
Work on them as I slumber
Astral travel my go-to-place
As my muse sings what she finds funny
We wake up suddenly
A helicopter of a mosquito
Dive bombs me
Urging me to write of my killing ways
I pick up a pen
Dashing down an inky path
in a notebook full of everything
and nothing, twisting me with crazy ideas
Shiny thoughts, dark ideas,
Whimsical dragons, laughing at my silliness
Leading me down paths with their plunks plicks plats and splats
My 'sillyness' hat is atop my head
As I begin this September day
Who knows where this weird mind of mine
Will take me, who's to say
Could go where no man's tread before
To the outer limits of comedy
On second thought, that's probably not it
Sylvester the Cat is my matey
Thuffering succotash! I'm totally lost
Where's my silliness gene
How could I be so simply darn careless
Silliness is a part of my scene
It defines the jester within my soul
Always been my, “raison d'être”
Betcha you didn't know I was multilingual
No telling how far that'll get ya!
Perhaps the U.N. with its many lingoes
Interpreting the countless speeches
Seems my 'silly' gene is alive and well
Returned from the outer reaches
© Jack Ellison 2013
Their Angelic giggling smiles
Our witty conversations
Adore their inquisitive minds
Sacred, innocent personalitys
His character full of integrity
Subtle and refined.
Her, so bold and unapologetic
Lots of mischievous jesting
Your bickering drives me crazy!
When we are in our bubble of silliness
And we're giggling like children
When we shut out the world
And completely ourselves
This is pure awesomeness.
And there it is again "Mum, Mum, Mum"
Ohh the weariness.
I cherish their enthusiastic hugs
They give me a gleeful motivation.
19/07/21. Motivation contest. Sponsor, Shreya LN
Everyone really knows me
As always being loopy and light
Although I can be serious at times
Silliness usually wins the fight
It's really only quite recently
My happy side has become king
I used to get quite emotional
At the tiniest little thing
Which one of 'em would I rather be
A tiny wee bit of both
The romantic side is warming
But I like my happy side most
Perhaps it's just a cover-up
So my feelings don't get hurt
Joking around, making fun of things
As life throws out some dirt
How many people can really say
They're happy within their skin
Well I hereby make it known to all
I'm the happiest I've ever been
Then ...
Where were you?
Don't you know how diligently I looked ...
How I begged for fate to pity me?
Every face, every curve, every eye glint and crimped grin
I sought for that spark ... that flicker
That attenuate shimmer to the eye that would pull me IN
Deep and close and warm
Every laugh or whisper that tickled my ear
I listened, rapt ... examined, intently
For the precise affect that bespoke a rarity, pure
For the musical tone that breathed to me a song of fire
That stoked my ambition with a hunger, hot
And a craving, cold ... and keen
How many, the gazes measured and met?
Countless, the unspoken prayers for the next lover
To hold that sublime, laughing magic
That unique knowledge of what was but silliness to others
Those tiny, secret, utterly romantic musings
That ever spun in my mind and passions
Those sexy things I wrote with my fingertips, (in cursive)
On every warm surface of moonlight-swathed skin
That swam the sheets with me at night
In vain pursuit of that most precious and elusive ...
Soul mate.
Where ... then?
Now ...
In a place where it can NEVER be
You stand before me
Perfectly imperfect ... in all the ways that define me
In every aspect that I can imagine
Or that I have ever dreamed and hoped
You. Are. The. One.
Yet you are the one thing that dashes all
That plunges my conceptions to the rocks
And turns true love to hopelessness
Oh, how I wish I'd known you
Then ... when I was young
For now you are the one thing I can not accept ...
The only thing that could now crush me
Another's.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "That Was Then This Is Now" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Wish I Knew You When I Was Young" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.