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I never really realized
How crucial friends can be
I used to think that one or two
Would be enough for me
But now I think I'm changing
How I view this need to share
The good things and the heartaches
With ones who really care
We moved here from the city
With a group of folks like us
To wile away our golden years
To relax and avoid the fuss
Since moving to this paradise
I'm now a different man
I welcome conversations
Bout neighbours and their plans
To share each other's happiness
And cry when losing one
We're all so very much alike
No matter where we're from
It's not a competition
To see who wins the prize
It's all about companionship
To feel the bonds that tie
Now if I were just to count them
There'd be twenty-five I'm sure
Some more close than others
But all of them top drawer
So if you see me walking tall
And whistling a happy tune
It's because I've found my paradise
No more doom and gloom
© Jack Ellison 2014
I don’t think I’ll ever see
a POTUS as stupid as Trump can be
Recently he had Iran on the ropes
Iran’s beleaguered citizenry flush with hope
Cheering a President who seemed to mean what he said
that he’d leave Iran’s oppressive government for dead
But he stopped abruptly, he pulled the plug
let Iran’s maniacal thugs out of the hole he’d dug
Why didn’t Trump finish what he’d started
As things stand now, he got out-smarted
For all his boasting and blither-blather
I imagine most everyone would rather
Not see him give the Ayatollah hundreds of billions in alms
with zero progress on nuclear arms
Or let Iran control the Hormuz straits in 60 days
when pre-Trump it was always a free international waterway
And at the G7 conference, he defended permitting Iran to keep her ballistic missiles
confounding America's generals and top-drawer military officials...
The ‘deal’ Trump's ‘negotiated’ lacks any reason
~ except as ‘Exhibit A’ for an indictment of treason
I am sitting at a teacher’s desk.
Not my desk, a borrowed room.
Staring at an orange backpack with
A broken zipper and a cat emblem.
This desk is familiar. There is a torn paper
Plate, a half-eaten sucker, two paper clips, and
Several stacks of ungraded papers dated
A couple of months ago on this desk.
With a two-inch pencil, I dig out a small half
Broken daisy key chain from the rubble.
The edge of one paper has cocoa or pudding
Spilled on it. I am comfortable here. This
Mess is familiar.
Part of my day entails going class to
Class. When the teacher leaves, if I’m
Comfortable I might pry. I’m at a new desk
Now. A recently sanitized desk. I slowly
Pull the top drawer open. There are two
Crisply sharpened pencils. Nothing else.
I slam the drawer shut, uncomfortable
Poking around in this desk, knowing
When the teacher comes back she will
Know if I have switched these pencils
Or even looked at them. It’s that kind
Of room. There is nothing on the
desk top.
Let's all try living in harmony side by side
Do we really think that's possible
Or are we destined to live like combatants forever
Which do I think is more possible
Definitely I do have my thoughts on the subject
Mine are honestly not that unique
The majority of people today would surely agree
Most do with a tongue in cheek
Only the dictators in charge are the evil combatants
These nasty ugly war mongers
Thinking only negative thoughts by these ugly beings
How they succeed is a wonder
So to end this sordid and disgusting wartime tale
My mind winds up top drawer
It's the only salvation to life sans conflict I'm afraid
Is to destroy these mongers before
TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.”
It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan.
If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars.
Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at The Crown bar (the skyline!).
We were going to relax - in Manhattan,
instead, keep those seat belts fastened.
Lisa said, one night, “Want to go out for a bit?”
Since then, I’ll admit, our nights have been lit.
We have ten days, and we’ve decided to try every Michelin-starred restaurant we can (there are 68 in NYC). So far, we’ve been to Eleven Madison Park, Le Bernardin and Per Se. This was Lisa’s idea.
The food is delicious - if you like a corn-flake with something on it or a steak the size of a bouillon cube ($250 per person with cocktails and dessert). As we left ‘Per Se’ I asked, “Can we get something to eat now? I’m starved.” I was only ½ kidding.
It’s MY idea to visit every beautix rooftop bar in Manhattan (there are exactly10). So far, we’ve been to, ‘The Peninsula,’ ‘230-Fith’’ and ‘NoMad’ - we’ve only been at these tasks for three nights.
We’re doing other things too. We’re going to Broadway shows (& Juliet, the Great Gatsby, Oh Mary!, Wicked) and to see Idina Menzel (Wicked, Frozen) in concert and a John Oliver and Seth Meyers comedy show next Monday. We do these, as in - Dinner, show, rooftop bar.
OH, and we’re dancin’ like we’re sentient - no cap.
Our sordid troup, is Lisa and Dave (her boo), Charles & Ms Charles, Lisa’s folks (Karen and Michael) and Lisa’s little sister Leeza and Meeeee. Luckily, we have one of my Grandmère’s conglomerate, executive secretarial minions (François) booking reservations for us. He’s got ‘contacts.’
Yeah, we’re drivin’ full speed towards summer’s end - “fo-shizzle” (to quote Snoop Dogg). We figure we can rest in New Haven.
Wasn’t Snoop fire at the Olympics?
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dance club songs, for this one:
One Kiss by Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa
Lipstick by Kungs
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Levitating by Dua Lipa
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slang…
café-en-terrasse = terrace cafe
Black Tie Bawls = (cocktail) Blavod black vodka, lemon, and Bawls energy drink.
beautix = top drawer, rizz
No cap = no lie
fo-shizzle = for sure
fire = great, a standout
[E] = explicit
Queen Hillary's election to the presidency seems a foregone conclusion,
Brought about by back-room deals, magical tricks and considerable illusion.
I thought I'd offer suggestions for her cabinet officers (as if she cared),
To surround herself with top-notch people so that she is fully prepared.
Jane Fonda, who loves the military, I'd suggest for Secretary of Defense.
Tax evader 'Rev' Al Sharpton, as head of the IRS would make a lot of sense.
The Department of Labor needs a person who is considered top-drawer;
The only guy who I can think of for that job is super-patriot Michael Moore.
The Education Department could be offered to Jesse Jackson, the 'preacher',
And from that bully-pulpit expound his inane babble to every teacher.
Pelosi for Department of Transportation since she knows her way around.
She's adept at using government planes for junkets for which she's renowned.
The inventor of the internet, Al Gore, would qualify for Secretary of Interior.
He could rant and rave about melting ice, a topic about which he feels superior.
How about Barbra Streisand for the important job as Secretary of State.
(She'd outshine Hillary from all her antics we've learned about of late.)
Former Congressman Anthony Weiner might possibly serve on her staff,
But I'll leave his job for Hillary to name -I want no part of that gaffe!
There must be something for Bubba Billary to do, her ever-faithful spouse;
Ah! I know! He could 'manage' young female interns working at the House!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I never really realized
How crucial friends can be
I used to think that one or two
Would be enough for me
But now I think I'm changing
How I view this need to share
Good things and the heartaches
With ones who really care
We moved here from the city
With a group of folks like us
To wile away our golden years
To relax and avoid the fuss
Since moving to this paradise
I'm now a different man
I welcome conversations
Bout neighbours and their plans
To share each other's happiness
And cry when losing one
We're all so very much alike
No matter where we're from
It's not a competition
To see who wins the prize
It's all about companionship
To feel the bonds that tie
Now if I were just to count them
There'd be twenty-five I'm sure
Some more close than others
But all of them top drawer
So if you see me walking tall
And whistling a happy tune
It's because I found life's secret
And it takes me to the moon
I opened the top drawer of my mind
and carelessly took out some words.
I threw them about with little thought
of where or on whom they might land.
Many bounced when they hit becoming scattered and lost;
Some stuck like burrs holding fast where they fell;
A few jabbed like barbs causing prickling and itching;
One flew straight as an arrow into the heart of a friend.
But I was amused at myself and filled with conceit,
there in the midst of an admiring crowd.
Caught up in the wonder and pride of it all
I gave no thought to the missiles I'd fired.
But wait, the crowd grew quiet, and
suddenly I knew something was wrong!
They were all looking at me with disbelief and fear;
then the circle parted and I gazed on a terrible scene.
My words had become visible, each ugly one of them,
glinting and mocking me everywhere I looked.
I ran from the crowd, from their jeering delight
thinking only one thing, disappear, disappear.
It was then I saw my friend.
Fighting for breath and losing the fight;
impaled and dying on my careless word.
I cried, "Oh my dear God. Please, what have I done!"
And I ran to my friend saying, "please, please hold on."
Then I opened the bottom drawer of my mind
and carefully, so carefully took out some words.
I carried them to my friend and gently held them out
hoping, praying that they would be enough.
My friend lived that day, no thanks to me,
and forgave me for my awful deed.
But oh what I'd give if I could recall
that word and the pain that it brought.
To you who, like I, have been careless in your talk,
take care what you say, set a watch on your tongue.
Else you too some day will see effects you never meant
from words you can't get back, ever.
Submitted 5 Sept 16
I never really realized
How important friends can be
I used to think that one or two
Would be enough for me
But now I think I'm changing
How I view this need to share
The good things and the heartaches
With ones who really care
We moved here from the city
With a group of folks like us
To wile away our golden years
To relax and avoid the fuss
Since moving to this paradise
I'm now a different man
I welcome conversations
Bout neighbours and their plans
To share each other's happiness
And cry when losing one
We're all so very much alike
No matter where we're from
It's not a competition
To see who wins the prize
It's all about companionship
To feel the bonds that tie
Now if I were just to count them
There'd be twenty-five I'm sure
Some more close than others
But all of them top drawer
So if you see me walking tall
And whistling a happy tune
It's because I've found my paradise
No more doom and gloom
© Jack Ellison 2014
Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth
Hair be it long or short power still stays
Mite of two, widows, others measure worth
Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days
We are born to this life as possible,
and grow by the choices that we create,
right or wrong, obstacle or optimal,
I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait.
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice of Heaven, state,
Heed Me, Heed Me, a sacrifice be made,
Abraham your son, a high place you'll take,
Issac the choice, you heed my voice, spare blade,
Amongst the thicket nigh a ram has strayed,
I am, that I am, what Heaven has made.