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Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow
The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the merry month of May
Must have upset those guys back when
If so I do hereby apologize
Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours
With fire shooting out of my eyes
Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time
I'll buy them on the day of the event
And take my chances that it's not a sellout
So my time is much better spent
Is my frustration showing as I write this poem?
So ticked off, what more can I say
Don't want ever to spend that much time again
Stopped dead on a freaking highway
© Jack Ellison 2012
"I am a dance of light and darkness,
a galaxy . . . of shadows and stars. "
Quote by _R. Queen
In the shadow of sunlight I walk the forest thinking about the path of my
life. A lot was spent in the dark of gloom and some in the sunshine of joy.
I have some sadness and also great happiness and I am loved very much.
My father taught me about nature, we would go for walks and hikes, all I
know about nature is because of him. I can still see us hiking unknown paths.
stopping to rest by a flowing stream and eating the food mom had prepared
for us. The fish enjoyed our leftover crumbs. As the day ticked off the trees
would cast shadows, making our way dim. Until, we came to a meadow and
the light of day was bright. And I enjoyed picking wildflowers, dad, seemed
to know each name. I miss you dad, so much.
a thousand birds sang
hidden in the boughs of trees ...
wind whistles loudly
My journey is full of pits and sorrow, but also great love and I am quite happy.
I am either in the shadows or I am in the daylight. Maybe everyone has a
journey like this. I often fall into pits of despair but find my way out of them.
Seems, I have a strength and determination unfathomable. So, I have learnt
to live with the shadows and sunlight of life. never forgetting the lessons life
teaches us along the way. One thing I always knew that when darkness came
to me, my mother would welcome me home, would shelter me until the sun
shone on me again. I miss you so much mom.
her garden sublime
the colors bright in the sun ...
hued lush in the rain
Sometimes Earth's peace dreams
feel unreachable,
ever,
for anyone,
Including our unhealthy enemies
and aggressive aliens
and militarized terrorists
and anxious sociopaths
and despairing criminals
and miscellaneous Others
LeftBrain wounded
patriarchal-capitalist nervous
monoculturing heartless minds
of unwoke monotheistic unconsciousness,
like my own
Mundanely unaware
of how ticked off we are
about giving up
on our unreachable panentheistic
nature-spirited dream
Reclaiming EarthTribe's indigenous
pantheistic empowered
enlightening calm
inviting EarthTribal
non-anthro-exceptional
universal polycultural
communal
nutritional
healthy wealth of kindness.
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
Asked for one thing
And got another
Does that happen to you?
I went to the store
A restaurant - and ordered some tacos
I asked for extra sauce
And got home - discovered they were no sauce
I ticked off and called to complain
I wouldn't hadn't it happened before
Then God dealt with me
He said He will give me something else
For what I asked
Okay God whatever
Can't please You anyway
I am not going to even try
I am not even going to even care
I think it's a lost cause
You can just going to do whatever the h You want
There is no point of pleasing you anyway
Because somewhere something
is going to cause you a displeasement
I can't live my life like this
Do what You want
And get it over with
Don't threaten me
presently, the patch of an eye, one seeing,
the other believing; and the bite of a bunny
above a lip - such a dangerous deliverance.
presently, the Winter witch, pricks fingers,
which crack and throb, like patches of ice.
cream assuages the pain of little things.
presently, the stomach inhales, bales on
sweets and salts, assaults rabbit food.
thoughts do not linger; the word of God,
fingered, pondered, treasured, measured.
presently, a limp, no leap, pillow-high, ice
is nigh; yet the soul roams to and fro through
corridors; shadows lick the empty rooms.
presently, a bucket of rain, like a trick,
as soon as door is opened, it will splash
with sandwiches of turkey and ham.
presently, lingers the taste of cream
and coffee; the pause of four blue boxes -
of outhouse cubicles; morning silence.
presently, ticked off book after book - the fast,
the vainglorious, the betas, the unexpected bio.
presently, weighing the importance of time spent -
we must waste some of it, be amused, but up
our sleeves, we must have goals. They hurt
the mind, the chest - the needful nettling.
The dig for dinosaur bones; shedding of fat;
the rising, punching, and springing back
of an offering and sacrifice, willing and able.
presently, a silent war, yet it roars and stares,
cruelly divides, hinders closeness, with
rave reviews. it must refuse to speak, to avoid
a six feet deep spike; a cross, not garlic, keeps
at bay, the monsters of principality.
presently, at peace, harbor no ill will,
keep a lock on lips, needful, not subtle.
knees at ninety degrees. love cannot
ignore the issues, but solves the problems
with open and closed eyes; casts cares
at the Lord’s feet, for His know how.
presently, expounding, perspiring chills, reciting
and writing poetry. family tree will be fine.
Tonight, I wish you were here right beside me
Alright, I know that I'm nervous and full of anxiety
Yeah, I'm going to be feeling okay as long as you're here
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that I had a heart full of fear
My heart can't rest when you're around
My head can't stop spinning without a sound
I tend to get crazy over you and I regret everything
I have offended you and I'm sorry; if anything,
Please forgive me...
Don't forget me...
I love you
That is true
I love you
A love brand-new
The grass isn't always greener on the ither side
Something in me has slowly died - my inner pride
Tonight, ride my ride of shame and fretfulness
Tonight, make me feel your wonderful happiness
You're not by my side and I feel ticked off all of the sudden...that part of me is forbidden
I'm sorry that I grew cold and turned the cold shoulder...my guilt isn't hidden
Patience is a virtue
and a necessity
Sometimes one must
pull up a chair, sit and wait
Patience is key!
Take. Your. Time.
Let no one pressure you
into meeting an unrealistic
deadline. Do your own thing,
at your own speed
Running late because...
you forgot to set your alarm clock?
Patience! Slow down, my good friend.
You'd rather be late
than careen off the highway!
You're mightily ticked off
and you want to hit something,
or worse, someone? Easy does it!
Hold your anger in. Breathe.
Let annoyance wash over you
Don't wear it like cologne!
Something isn't going your way?
Some dream you're working so hard
to build is taking too long to stand erect?
Keep plugging away; it eventually will.
And it will stand firm...
If you lay the bricks
of your foundation without haste.
You lay them the right way.
and take it day by day.
Be patient. It will stand firm!
Take your sweet ol' time...
solving an arduous problem
making big decisions, life choices,
or even finding true love. No pressure.
Patience is key!
Submitted for...
Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written: 12/13/2019
Take a journey with me
hear the beat of poetry as we stroll,
read my words and listen to my heavy steps.
Inside each poet a clock has ticked off a thousand miles !
Verses fall like flower petals raining down,
each day a new poem pours from poet's hearts and souls.
Now, I have been following a new poet . . .
inside her soul dwells the true beating drum of poetry!
Carpe diem, verse, rhyme, etheree, lanterne forms she conquers.
Many of us also struggle to learn these forms but we persist,
you, me, and threvini share the words in our heart.
Silence rages in this chaotic world but we have poetry !
Open your eyes and see this new poet and embrace her,
realize the gift we have been given to write for peace, bliss and faith,
each poet new or old is special !
Wandering lonely through the forest track,
Came into view an old castle at a distance
Its tiled roof and towering spires,
Peered through the thick foliage of leaves
Drawn to it as by a strange talisman,
I quickly walked in its direction
Pacing down a winding ravine,
I stood before a latched gate,
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
Letting me into a dilapidated structure
With Gothic windows and arched doors
Its walls were painted grey and white.
The plaster on them bore cracks and marks.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around bore a strange scent
Owls were heard hooting aloud,
Desolate it was with none to care,
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
And tall trees shut it out from view.
Dark and dreary it stood remote,
What mysterious spell drew me into it,
I still couldn’t fathom
Peeping through its splintered door,
Got a glimpse of the dingy rooms,
Old frames decked the walls,
Shield and armor close to winding stairs,
Sultry was the air trapped inside,
Its floor was covered with grimy dust,
Shadows moved like snakes curling,
Giant bats flew about my head,
Cobwebs hung from the checkered roof,
And strange sounds began renting the air.
I felt a tremor within my brain,
Sparks of fear darted through my vein,
Behind me, I heard a rattling sound.
Turning around, I found the phantom of a man!
Blood curdled within my veins,
My heart ticked off in drumming beats,
Though I wished to run, my legs hardly moved
I grimly sensed ‘the Thing’ upon me,
It tightened its grip around my neck,
Its sharp claws went deep into my throat.
I fell half dead on the floor with two bite marks
On my neck, gaping wide and oozing blood
Placed Third
9. Jan. 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Angela Tune