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I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bars.
I entered this contest yesterday as a re-post but noticed today it was not on my list of poems so did the necessary.
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
A LOT OF NONSENSE
I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bar
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise
Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s on for matinees on Sundays
Enjoying soufflés, sorbets, sundaes and parfaits
Eyeing the calendar for paydays
As well as birthdays, holidays and getaways
But nowadays, as retirees, we have our days
And often we just graze in haze almost a daze
Where Tuesdays look no different than Thursdays
To paraphrase it’s our final phase when interplays
In many ways the sweet nostalgia of yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2020
What is love
What is love,
it is …
the good and the bad,
sharing, learning, comforting,
no sides, no boundaries,
understanding,
even if you don't,
arms open...wide,
mind open...wider,
heart always accepting that
not everything is easy,
the bed of roses comes with thorns,
but you endure,
scars will show,
yet are considered beautiful,
skinned knees, bike rides,
misspoken words, well meaning
badly timed, hurt feelings,
chocolate covered sundaes,
picnics in the park, yard work,
lost keys, little lies, surprise parties,
(when you specifically said no,)
breakfast in bed, arguments,
making love, making the bed afterward,
bad movies, dead cell phone batteries,
dirty dishes, headaches,
eye rolls, laughter, hugs,
poetry,
being far, being close,
sweet kisses, feeling wanted,
nothing is ever too much,
tough decisions, agreed upon outcomes,
compromises, silly string,
looked forward to moments,
tears, smiles, big smiles, bigger smiles,
holding hands, support,
truth, long days,
passionate nights,
taking chances,
dreaming,
rainy mornings,
bad moods, good moods,
really good moods,
candlelit dinners,
promised forevers,
(meant)
hot coffee, chilled wine,
warm affection and
brain freezes...
What is love...it is everything,
if it is you and me
I’m thankful for the sky at night
that fills me up with such delight
like sundaes on a Sunday night.
The moon and stars come out to play
and need no tongues or words to say
the fun they have to be this way.
The sun sleeps in a twinkling tent,
but when it wakes, the moon is sent
to sleep until the day is spent.
Each day the sun awakes to prance
like men at their own wedding dance
will strut and sway to prove romance.
It takes the stage; all eyes are turned
toward its effervescent burn
and feel the warmth its dance will earn.
It has not changed as years go by;
comforting rhythms in the sky
their radiant lessons to apply.
Words aren't enough to sing the song;
all I can do is chant along,
and seek forgiveness when I’m wrong.
Then I can join with meditation
the sun and moon in contemplation
in giving thanks for this creation.
She was a rainbow faerie
in a butterfly world.
Where faeries were shunned
Considered gossips, thieves,
Ignored, pulled down,
jeered at
due to the butterflies’ preconceived notions
and belief in antiquated myths
They had grown up thinking their rights
were the only ones that mattered.
They had been taught at mama’s knees
that rainbow faeries were pussies,
who despised butterflies, moths, and damselflies.
They had been taught to hate rainbow faeries
with a passion that can only be taught by butterflies.
Some thought that rainbow faerie was a throw
back from the times when rainbow faeries crossed
the picket lines and pulled off butterfly wings,
crumbling them into a delicacy
which they ate on oatmeal pies
and hot fudge sundaes.
Others had no clear stories
at all, just knew to loathe her kind.
Rainbow faerie tried in vain to find
at least one butterfly who would believe in rainbow faerie goodness.
Who would give her a chance to show her kindness and empathy.
She made it her mission to find one
butterfly who would listen, and she found Bulba, a newborn
Who she educated secretly to see her soul-self,
who was going to give rainbow faeries a chance.
Bulba loved her, and adored her, and was the
only butterfly who could see Rainbow Faerie.
They were happy together for five years.
Then Bulba went to school.
Due to the pressure from her
peers, Bulba had to let go of her knowledge
of Rainbow Faerie. She was tromped on and spit on.
Her classmates rebuked her, and jeered at her.
She was an outcast until she came around to their
way of thinking. She became a fierce loather of
Rainbow fairies, so she could fit in.
She soon was telling them fantastic stories
of what she had done to rainbow faeries.
Her brain turned.
One night after school,
to prove her worth, she took an assault
rifle and killed Rainbow Faerie in front
of the school, showing her deep respect
for their preconceived notions and fear of
rainbow faeries. She felt sad for a few
seconds, but then she went back inside to
shape her playdough into a beautiful sign
for an NRA rally, and she was a hero, and all was well.
Houston, we have a lollipop
Peppermint Patty is outside the airlock
The lemon drops are handy and dandy
Secure as Loony tunes on the moon
Tasty as caramel popcorn parties
The Eagle has landed
That's one small step for man
And one giant leap for candy kind
Be gentle to your rainbows and unicorns
Kiss my wife and kids goodbye
And billy goats too if you find them
Kiss your jellybeans twice if they collide
With cotton or chocolate meteorites
Ground control we're stepping outside
Tootsie rolls are calling us on
To sweet flavored carpet ride smiles
Colored in nature by bubble gum tides
Floating on sugar coated cosmic waves
Fluffy white bunnies circle in orbit
In powdered sweet dreams of delight
Be kind to your lambs if they land
Happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy
Please, pretty please send some happy baked cheesecake
Whip up some hot fudge sundaes with a cherry on top
Houston, we have a problem
We need more lollipops soon or we will hold our breath
Turn blueberry blue forever
Or fall asleep, whichever comes first
Depending on the weather
It's Summer- a hot humid day.
We go outdoors, swim, heat allay.
Plan dinner to grill,
new recipe will
make all my kids happy- hooray!
Come dinner time, I've lost my glow.
I gather the food really slow.
Then ask so contrite-
want pizza tonight?
Can't cook now, my energy's low.
The kids skip around with this news;
get busy and put on their shoes.
Then head to the car-
the restaurant's not far.
But, I have the lazy-mom blues!
Don't fret, mom, 'cuz pizza is good!
And after, our dinner, we should
get sundaes for all-
at that outdoor mall.
You need a break, that's understood!
This happens more often than not-
on Summer days when it's so hot!
Home cooking is fine,
but best to refine-
when cooler days come- hits the spot!
July 9, 2018
Contest: Summer Laziness
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
(Fiction)
Playing with my shadow, I was perhaps about seven.
I had shiny pennies in my pocket, I think about
eleven.
I can still hear their sweet, glorious ring!
I was going to the candy store to purchase those
red, rope licorice things.
Harold, the owner, loved us with his wavy gray hair.
He'd stand behind the glass, while we chose our candies....delicacies, scrumptious and fair.
He has a marble soda fountain, too.
If we wanted fresh ice cream sundaes, too.
The healing, summer breeze from sweet decades long since past.
The church-bells of Saint Mary's Cathedral that in
my heart forever will last!
That calligraphy of days long ago.
In life's timeless precious river, I cherish you so!
5/16/2021
~4~
If it's not one thing it's another
An unending series of disasters
First a flood in the basement then
Our ceiling starts dropping plaster
Sure'd be nice to go through a day
Just lazing around in the sun
Dreamin' bout ice cream sundaes
Instead of things coming undone
Is there ever a single moment
When things go totally smooth
When hassles are nonexistent
And good vibes literally ooze
Much better than the alternative
I really do have to admit
Kinda stuffy in an old pine box
With a “good until” limit
Think I'm just gonna be thankful
For all the good things each day
Instead of forever complaining
It's a whole lot better that way
© Jack Ellison 2014