Long Snort Poems
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I don’t smoke, snort, or pop any pills,
and don’t drink like a fish anymore.
I don’t go partying all night long,
girl, not like I used to do before.
I don’t need to be that ramblin’ man,
I am a lover not a fighter.
I prefer to play some safer games,
now that I am older and wiser.
But honey if that’s the kind of life,
that you think you really want to see.
Then baby you hang on to your beer,
grab hold of the rail, and just watch me.
I going to show you a few things,
that might make you shake your pretty head.
We’ll go out and paint this whole darn town,
with a double coat of neon red.
If it’s crazy chaos you prefer,
then I can be the man that you need.
Cause my name used to rhyme with trouble,
girl, that’s trouble with a great big T.
I will wine you and then I’ll dine you,
until your eyes can no longer see.
So baby you hang on to your beer,
grab hold of the rail, and just watch me.
Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup
When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop
Have a cyber brother I did meet on line
Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine
He said one day we were separated at birth
His comment amused me and filled me with mirth
Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins
Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins
My cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking
Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking
Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan
Even check my inbox before going to the can
She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart
Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart
Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend
Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end
Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’
He’d love to sing with Dolly – I guess he’s one of many
Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind
But Cathie said no, I guess she’s being real kind
From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa
We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter
I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother
If I had to choose one I couldn’t wish for another
It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour
Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour
She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons
Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon
At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty
Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty
But the heartburn I have is caused by my love
For dear sister Jan's given my heart a big shove
Collaboration between J Allison and J Ellison
© Jack Ellison 2014
(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 79)
June comes to put on a nice tune
Hard to listen while citizens sing
Soft to deny for those leading her fortune
Telling You to stand for us oh KING
Let the cool rot of Nebuchadnezzar
Star their shines with chronic lazar
Can I hear a louder AMEN!
Twelve disciples fell back on fishing
M.K.O followers aren't only Yorubas
Many are of history while some are wishing
Other are running liberation's like plumbers
Make their blue sea rest not into nature's hand
Growing tempest keeps the calm in remand
Let AMEN be logically loud!
Come on, come off but stand not prepared
Sit up, sit in the grace for cross nails is for all
Till time capable of healing set to be repaired
Not on scope failure brings to reinstall Saul
Make our Samuel anoint David soon
That protesters will at end get to croon
I believe this, cry AMEN!
Roam around the sun like the planets
Sorry tour round Africa, Naija is rich
Rome wasn't built a day, ask her cabinets
They were not after getting themselves enrich
Let their fake hustling hunt their nights
That no morning and noon dare reflect lights
I doubt you don't trust your Amen!
Demons in craze growing days of injustice
Demonstrating crazy acts cutting days of youths short
To bless the parents' old age of their wards malpractice
An open examination with rules of snort
Let karma serve its turn on the guilty ones
Make the good one live the fullest off guns
Amen or no AMEN, prayers wont cease!
Women over 50 are Invisible
(according to one source)
But…isn’t that a superpower?
Please don’t notice me
wearing the same black leggings
three days in a row
Content to sit on my couch
trash t.v., pumpkin pie breakfast
Don’t listen to me
imitate British accents and slang
I glean from Love Island
Do NOT perceive me
walking the dog
in blue flannel p.j.’s
in a snowflake pattern
in July
Yes, I have tye-dye Crocs
which I am wearing
paired with socks
that show a hand
flipping the bird
But who cares?
I am invisible
It is my superpower
Five months ago
I began to experiment
not showing up
to mandatory meetings
I've yet to hear a thing
No repercussions
Thank you,
Invisibility
This also means
No witnesses to my poor behavior
No apologies demanded
no excuses needed
hot sauce dripped
upon ample breasts
slightly weighted down by
life well lived?
Who cares?
you don’t notice
and I don’t mind
Laughing in a movie theater
so loud I snort
among popcorn, M&M’s
and greasy fake butter
No one blames the old lady
in the same black leggings
now paired with a concert T
from Petty’s last show at
the Hollywood Bowl
I’m inconspicuous and
you give the stink eye
to the three teens
sitting to the left
Ha-ha! I bet
I could fart and
they’d get the blame
Lil stinkers
I could go on and on
about the beauty
the freedom, the sheer
sexy exhilaration
this covert, intangible,
obliterated existence offers
But I won’t
You wouldn’t hear me anyway
I am invisible
It is my superpower
Some parts have regenerated
not backwards, local history
cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser.
There are facilities, collection plants,
distributions centers, storage units.
Where once summer sky’s grazed
there are mechanical cows
and the rusting bull horns of the defunct.
Creeks and backwaters
limp through new tracts where above ground pools
snort weekend waves.
The hunting of discarded artifacts
keeps idle hands busy.
Self-taught archivists plunder each other
for the re-purposeful or uselessly rare,
indeed the useless is now prized
as a future barter.
Pigs and chickens are hidden
under muddy blue or grey plastic sheets.
Farms lean away into makeshift facsimiles
of yesterday.
Of course there is the mail,
parcels arrive with a smile,
then contents are ferreted away
until more garage space can be reimagined.
It is a fair, windy, open place;
it is what a native people
tried once to explain to us In their legends.
of course they never spoke
of strip malls or industrial parks,
but in their own, less cluttered language,
they did point the way to our own
pointless purgatory.
Did I ask for your opinion?
I don't believe I did.
Don't chastise me as though you think,
I'm some errant little kid.
You can offer your advice,
Politely state your case,
But when you find I don't agree,
Don't get in my face.
I make my own decisions.
The choice at length is mine.
If I make a choice that's wrong,
It's I who pays the fine.
Unless you're asked for money,
You've no call to stomp and snort.
Don't demand I give account,
Like I'm on trial in court.
I pay my bills, the debt is mine.
I know what I can't and can.
I know I'm old but not the fool,
You seem to think I am.
I appreciate the fact you care.
I really, really do,
But I let you make your choices,
Let me do that too.
It's not necessary for us to agree,
On each item on the shelf;
So just to keep the peace let's keep,
Our opinions to ourselves.
We always wanted a wife, my husband and I.
He wanted one he could order about.
Laugh. Snort. Snarl. Growl….
I wanted one to do the dishes.
We always envisioned her as willing to help, my husband and I.
He wanted her to do his bidding, carry his food to him on trays.
Snort. Chuckle. Laugh. Throwing back my head in full wolf woman howl.
I wanted her to vacuum the house.
We always wanted a wife, to order about.
To act as a maid, to cook us good food. To care about grocery shopping.
My husband and I have had this dream for a long time.
There have been no applicants.
We lament about it sometimes, sighing deeply.
Usually in the evenings when we are arguing
about whose turn it is to feed the cat.
The phone rings and I know
That you will beg for money
The amount is always too small
Too telling of your situation
It’s easy to believe lies cries
From red high eyes
I despise the disease
That holds hostage
Your humanity as you’d steal
Lie kill to support your habit
At some point you will
Have to face your demons
The reasons you use
Are too many and too few
And I am tired simply tired
Of trying to save you from yourself
It’s not that I don’t care
I am painfully aware
That you do not
Not enough to trust
Tough love and stop
Holding us hostage
Ripping our hearts
For a snort a sip a dip a puff
All because you can’t get enough
I’m done being the blame
For your emotional abuse game
Gaslighting and the insane
Behavior
Only the savior can save
I’m done enabling
I just want to say a few things, get them off my damn chest,
Sorry I aint been around much, I think I lost my head,
Drifted from those social circles, I pulled myself away,
Cus I was scared of life then, intimidated daily.
It became compulsive, just to sit and stay at home,
I watched the lights go out, as I sat on my own.
Depression took its hold, that sucker pulled me down,
I don't know how it happened, but I'm underwater now.
I'm so depressed that I'll just stay in bed again,
But compelled to feed these addictions so up I get in sin,
Close peeps I think I must of let them all down,
This depressions got its hold, it's gona make me drown.
I've hit the seabed so far from your reality,
I'm swimming up now, but darkness sits in front of me.
Shall I go out, or just sit in on my own?
I think I'll binge drink and smoke and snort til I can't feel it.
Yeah, cus I'm lost in this life,
and I guess its all struggle and strife,
If I had one wish I'd transform all this,
I'm trying my hardest to force and twist it,
But this dark sea sits all around me,
There's no light here to guide me,
For goodness sake someone please just come and find me.
I'm gasping now, there's no air left,
It is not my time to go yet!
In my darkest hour and I've never felt so useless.
But I keep swimming up,
Is that air I've found?
My head's above,
It couldn't make me drown!
With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.
The sensitive inner voice is voraciously unhappy.
A bird in an enclosure inside a parent's bravery!
It mused with sails when tackled with the ocean.
It stood back from the nest in awe for heaven.
It draped blaze in such a way to reach the moon.
And strayed the long-appreciated rules of the boon,
Also, hypothesize what our flawed eyes might follow.
From that ugly lofty position of vehement sorrow!
For the dirt's posterity, this is precisely madness.
To confide in ocean's furls their home excess.
We are thrust in the hardness of your wings.
Anyhow, the fore divided signs of airy plings.
If you're ripe to revere those who heaved you,
Besides, all other bodies sailing by your view,
And acclaim the person who conceives you from the void.
To arise as an idiosyncratic being, yet not decoyed.
Written: February 04, 2022
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