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I will be blithe tonight.
The wind is high
I will walk alone beneath the sky
I will not let it happen, this tendency
To see oneself so righteous, so sober
The monotony of age overcoming
Rejecting what is curious, young and free
Because they are young, never will I act
As though their wholeness could be packed
Into that fragment of their knowledge, their youth
I will be a person, a growing cell
I will retain the right to wish and rebel
I will throw octopus arms that will invisibly grow
To squeeze a thought, which once ran swift and keen
Not into a stodgy pattern of routine
I will look at the sky tonight
And count the stars tonight
And I will make a wish
And I will dream of young things....
I wonder if it is true,
That we produce more E-waste than food for you and me.
If I had a magic wand on me,
I would turn my electronics waste into food for more than just me.
As I do not possess one,
My best hope is to find someone,
To invent the technology,
That is not too stodgy,
Won't ruin my teeth,
And is generally good for my health.
Until that happens,
I will keep using my brains,
Instead of buying yet another calculator,
And food from my Garden I will continue to share with those, next door,
Who sold out to the developer,
Who promised them a life filled with technology that is better,
And bigger than anything they had before,
Neglecting to tell them they would soon become food poor.
Not fretting couldn’t be gladder about getting podgy?
Forgetting about a stodgy bladder that’s definitely dodgy?
Sadder even snotty about needing a potty..regretting being dotty
Betting some grotty grumps about bumps & lumps anything spotty
Sometimes memory stumps.. only remember embers now befuddled
Somehow the huddled cast of the distant past still cuddled
Ashes of once clear flashes of near yesteryear appear muddled
Ribald oracle.. grinning about going bald...hair thinning
Apart from the ears and nose where it shows..grows & flows
Can't pretend follicle foes & woes.. do descend dear friend
Clearer you're now nearer to the rear end than the beginning
Refined increasingly find you do become more kind
Other than the tumour of another baby boomer
Defined needy seedy greedy.. must feed me consumer
Not a rumour..increasingly I pined for candour and humour
Chaps can perhaps blossom as a wined & dined late bloomer
No remorse.. scheming larrikin leaning's still in force
Gleaning the gleaming meaning of life is all about giving
Dreaming.. loving.. smile beaming and "living" of course
Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where
webbed wide world series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
We did not try as hard as we could
We got staid and stodgy and old and stale
We gave up after awhile
When we discovered our votes counted less than others
Discouraged, depressed, disappointing ourselves.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
We lost faith in humanity, as we got hooked on screens.
TV’s, I-pads, Kindles, I-pods, tablets, I-phones and other machines
We forgot to be a family, lost our smiles, did not celebrate or talk.
We began to text, even in anger, sitting next to each other
As we typed out our irritation in a squawk.
Sad, sorry, alone, living in determined isolation next to each other.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
We were the hippies, the beatniks, the lovers, the peacemakers
But we were also the ones sent to a swamp in Viet Nam,
Fodder, who were not supposed to get back,
We lived through assassinations of great men,
We saw JFK get shot in the head ten times a day in 1963 on TV.
We watched Jack Ruby kill Oswald,
We saw the four darling little girls who got bombed at Sunday school
We lost our hope, our humanity, our innocence. We lost ourselves.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
No tickee, no washee
You pay as you go
There are no free rides
As everyone knows
Yet some people try
Their gol' darn best
To beat the system
Get ahead of the rest
Like everyone else
They must play by the rules
Do they think we're all
Just a bunch of old fools?
To take advantage
Of us trusting souls
That way of thinking
Is all full of holes
Writing us off
Would be quite premature
We've still got the smarts
And that is for sure
We may appear stodgy
And slow to react
But years of experience
Has taught us the knack
Of dealing with shysters
And disreputable felons
These guys are operating
With screwed up melons
They'll get their comeuppance
One day down the road
When they meet their maker
And have to unload
And explain why they acted
So poorly down here
They won't have excuses
For not playing fair
Banished to purgatory
And left there forever
To never experience
Heaven's glorious weather
No tickee, no washie
A familiar old refrain
From the beginning of time
The rules are the same
Treat fellow beings
With love and respect
You'll get back in spades
The admiration you expect
© Jack Ellison 2013
(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)
Hiding the Light
A lot has been happening in my life recently
And that’s a good thing considering
How staid and stodgy I’ve become
In old age.
But it’s still a challenge
And as one unexpected hurdle after another
Comes up, as always will,
I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past,
Perhaps best called my gut,
That now is the best time
To simply ‘go with the flow’.
My wife latches on to this axiom too
And so I know it has the universal resonance
Of truth,
My wife, being the embodiment,
Although long past 42, of the ultimate answer
To Life, The Universe, and Everything,
At least for me.
Then today I hear another truth
That strikes like an arrow to the heart,
A bull’s eye without room for doubt,
That the path for someone like me,
And maybe someone like you too,
Is to ‘hide the light’.
The light we are shines best
When we aren’t trying,
When we don’t even know it’s shining.
So this hiding of the light
Is for everyone involved
Since it doesn’t help anyone
To spin their wheels dwelling
Upon the obvious.
An honorable man needs no validation.
A beautiful woman needs no make-up.
And yet validation and a little make-up
Is all good too.
The light after all is something completely different
Maybe felt and not seen
Says it best,
But people are fooled
Much more by what they see than feel,
So hiding the light
Is as simple as going with the flow
Without concern for where it all goes.
(6/8/25)
The marooned muse floats
with waned creative craving
in the emotive stream of impeded passion,
faces the monotonous stodgy scenario
over the tedious span of time
in the bleary plateau of poet’s blasé block.
That’s when it seeks for
AI’s algorithmic rhythm of ideas and style
within the cauldron of coherent fecundity,
but is downright dismayed
by the lack of Promethean depth,
devoid of the nuance of imagination impulse.
The chord of heart’s violin doesn’t resonate
with the unique personal touch,
for the melody of lyrical longing
remains unreplicated in the artificial sonata.
marooned maestro
floats frustrated
with
waned creative craving
in
sensual lyrical stream
of
impeded passion
faces jaded
stodgy scenario
of
monotonous mélange
of
temporal template
in
bleary platitude plateau
of
consumed composer’s
blasé bearing
it seeks
for
algorithmic arousal
of
styled stimulation
within
captivating cauldron
of
coherent fecundity
but
dismayed downright
by
lamentable nothingness
of
Promethean depth
lacking buoyant upwelling
of
imagination impulse
snapped strings
of
violin heart
don’t resonate singularity
with
impassive articulation
of
simulated strokes
as
ephemeral echo morphs
into
emotive melody
of
congruent cadence
distorted disarrayed
in
convoluted concerto
of
synthetic sonata