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When did you ever say you learn music?
Did you know music is within you?
Take it or leave it
What if I just take it?
Now come this way
No this way
What way?
Every way
I know what is going to be on the menu today
Lol
Do I have to be clear?
No
What have I done?
Don't ask me for answer
as I only have questions for you
Why do you ask me that?
What do you want to know it for?
Who taught you?
Ahh that is the question I ask myself
He knows!
Do you like to come here often?
Why are you always here?
I am talking about Poetry Soup, you fool
Do you need me to spell out for you?
It's poetry in a bowl
Where you pull it with a spoon
with a tune
or with a loon
Looney tunes with a spoon
Yeah that's Poetry Soup
You hear?
Ahh I am gonna get chased down
Gotta go
Gotta find me some looney tunes
to sing it with a spoon
That's my microphone
Haven't you known?
Not long ago, I met an old man
Life is hard and easy, go with it
Take it or leave it, said the old man
Take it or leave it, one can understand
I recall the old man who said it
Life can be rough and soft too when you stand
Having a hard life, one can take
The old man said, keep it or leave it
Living for life, one may not make
Having a soft life, not rough at all
Said the old man, continue with it
Adjust your time, not the actual time that fall
If I go back, past will never return
The old man said, contemplate on it
If I look back, people are already in the urn
I wish to meet the old man again before I go
Take it or leave it, and live with it
The old man said, not long ago
I'll always remember the old man, wherever I go
Who the hell is Etty Ket
To keep interfering in my life?
I keep hearing its not Etty Ket
From my very soon to be wife.
I bet she was a Victorian
With a long pointy nose
Red flanellette bloomers
And long stripey hose.
One of those very worthies
Who, year after year
Just couldn't resist
That urge to interfere.
Oh the embarrassments
At odd times of my life,
Eating soup with the wrong spoon
Or fish with the wrong knife.
I've laughed when I shouldn't,
Wished that I was dead,
Stood there in horror
Face glowing scarlet red,
Having absently committed
Some perceived heinous crime,
Just an ignorant peasant
Trapped by the rules of
A more stiff and formal time.
Etty Ket thanks to you
I've gone through times of stress
But now I've reached an age
When I couldn't care any less.
So now I wear desert wellies
All the year round
And I wear odd socks
When a pair can’t be found,
Spill food down my pullie
And don’t give a damn
Take it or leave it
For I am what I am.
Life’s too short to worry
You’re dismissed out of hand,
Farewell Etty Kett, get back
To your Cloud Cuckoo Land.
~ IN THE STYLE OF NICANOR PARRA ~
I write as my heart dances or cries
whatever I like whenever I want
______as crinkled leaves fall from trees
undressing twigs for winter’s battering
only to dress up again in pink
blossom
sap lubricating lips
I write anything
I want to breathe again
words shower from clouds
form as homes when I’m cold and hungry
unsheath when window panes
suit me not ….to fly forever and away
it is only that my veins need to run clear
and joints not creak when oil is sparse
may my poems strip all pretence
all contest…all division
poetry and physics
embracing where existentialism floats above our heads
so we may root flesh in ground
and a l l eat bread fresh
So let my verses trigger or
soothe as cream we sometimes lick
soles still touch loose sand grains
wrinkled skin blemished by dark of turmoil
or knots or waiting _______
run on lines with ancestral winks through seas
docks, spaces, ages, blotches, steps
— —+++ to jam sandwiches
I seek no pomposity or accolades
let them fly on raven’s gloss
I greet you always in the name of the unelite the unpoetic who trample sidewalks
barefoot poets
splotches in air….. sun damaged
with alphabets singing far or near
let each poem hasten unpretense
hail margins of cities, farmyards
where aged and hungry hold back the waters of tomorrow
sucking seconds of time in threadbare
trousers
take it or leave it …
so may all despair swallow this poem
my care sleeps now
I am so happy
I am going to write a happy poem
Today is the day when I don't care
Yet God lets me
Too funny
Just when I stop caring
That is when He liberated me
Well good God
It's about time
I can't say or write anything about it
Because it's not my doing
It's all His doing
I guess He feels sorry for me
Or maybe it's time
Who knows?
It's just that all this trying and striving to please Him
Was putting a strain on me
And I finally broke
And I said I don't care
And He accepts it
He won't care whether I please Him any more
He won't care whether I make mistakes and be rotten as a bad potato peel
Ahh that is not too bad
I can think of something worse
He won't care about anything that I said and done
He loves me just as is
I don't know what caused me to do all that pleasing
I guess everybody has to go through a phase
My phase is...well it's over
It's a take it or leave it God
I have to be true to who I am
If you don't like the way I am
There is no point to change it
Because I won't like it
And won't accept it
No more rambling
You know and You do
I won't have to tell you
Love ya
Your daughter
Rebelling one
Fruit Fly, Cockroach, Random Lie Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock
reflections condense in the mist of time
it is what it seems to be in prismatic recoil
and then another broken shard mirrors
illusions of self-centred sparkling confusion
when the lime light turns into a sour brew
of convictions denied their valid conclusion
where necessary and sufficient lacks clarity
an olive branch reaches out to impermanence
translucent and ephemeral certainty levitates
flies against tides and currents in stormy repose
a surrender to ignorant dogma gathers a glimpse
of what reality is and how to stoke change and reprieve
parabolic contention yields new paradigms and hope
the dialectic wheel turns ever faster and spins new yarns
squares a circle of never-ending angles and perspectives
dizzying heights wait for the patient purveyor of peace
25th November 2020
Go f yourself was what I tell God
I am tired
of all the bull s
From now on it's going to be on my terms
I am not the kind that would put up with all the bs
But I did it for God
Thinking I can change who I am
But I can't
Sorry God
No can't do
I can't change it for You
So take it or leave it
You can call it rebellion if you like
But I was not happy pleasing You
If You are not happy that's fine
But I will not bent over backward for You
I love You I respect You
But I have to be myself
If You don't like it, tough
That's what You get for raising me
No appreciation
Haha
Not
But I am serious
I will tell You like it is
If You don't like it
You can go somewhere else
I am serious
So the next time I tell You off
Know why
And You can be mad if you like
Or do whatever
But I will not change for You!
..................
Time to pour out my heart once again
To you, my darling sweet lady
I'm over the moon as I sing love's tune
I think of our sweet love daily
Maybe it's age, but love's Number One
Visit there every single day
Images of hugging and kissing my sweetie
Thoughts just blow me away
Figured I'd be over the craving by now
I'll never lose it, I'm afraid
So if you thought that was gonna happen
It's a feeling I'd never trade
Testosterone seems to be taking over again
But I can take it or leave it any time
Now really that's not exactly the truth
Ever seen a grown man cry?
Figured I'd be over the craving by now
I'm never ever gonna lose it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Our Kitty’s allergic to peanuts,
Most don’t eat meat anymore,
Lynn and Tim are Vegans
Alex is a staunch carnivore.
Vegan, Veggies and carnies
All coming to visit for lunch
Sue was tearing her hair out
Planning feeding such a bunch.
Our first family get together
After more than two Covid years
Set us all a panic hoping that
The day didn’t end in tears.
Thanks to modern supermarkets
And a bit of a marathon shop
All those dietary requirements
Didn’t quite catch us on the hop.
Entertaining the family these days
With those modern eating quirks,
Thank the Lord for listed ingredients
A scheme that obviously works.
The sun was bright and warm
So we could all eat alfresco
All more than complementary
When it was time for them to go.
It was a really great success
Once the planning was complete
And now we can both get back to
Buying just what we like to eat.
We’re a meat and two veg couple,
All carefully calorie counted.
It took more than little effort but
All difficulties had been surmounted.
When I think of my Mam and Dad,
They just wouldn't have believed it,
A generation from leaner times with
No option but to take it or leave it.
Memory glosses over the facts of
What were the necessary ways,
The truth of the matter being
Those weren’t quite such Good Old Days.