Long Tunes Poems
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I am old. Old I am.
And frankly I don't give a damn.
I take bright pills for all my ills
And little rugrats call me gram.
Teeth are gone. Gone are they.
Can't chew my food the normal way.
I glue some in to fill my grin
I'm lucky if they stay all day!
I am vexed! Vexed am I!
And now I'm going to tell you why
I fall asleep in time to leap
And to the porcelain pony fly!
I am slow. Slow I am.
In stores I cause a traffic jam.
Joints go crack, can't bend my back
I failed my walker drive exam!
But say the word. The word just say.
And you and I can spend the day!
Let's eat prunes and sing some tunes
Then cuddle with my friend, Ben Gay!
I love the sights of Christmastime
from manger scenes to mistletoe.
Sweet, joyous sounds pervade the air
from "Praise the Lord" to "HO HO HO!"
I give to those who are in need,
for God says, "Love your fellow man."
Then when I shop for family,
I buy them every gift I can.
The carolers and choirs perform
"O Holy Night" and "We Three Kings,"
while celebrants in living rooms
sing tunes about what Santa brings.
A prayer precedes our Christmas feast;
the smorgasbord brings great delight.
The kids soon snuggle near the fire
enrapt as Dad starts, "'Twas the Night . . . “
This season is a splendid time
that bears a special, holy name,
so as I smile through "Jingle Bells,"
I won't forget why Jesus came.
Solely solar: Truly toddler Sun crawling
on canvas of Cosmos five billion years ago
as Proto Star formed from stellar plasma of Cosmic charisma.
Spinning Sun with Solar System
revolving around center of Milky Way Galaxy.
Fantastic but not fantasy.
Sun Flare in glare, Sunspots to spot in variance.
Sun Corona outermost arena to mesmerize.
Sunrise to Sunset showering spectacular surprise.
Sun scattering rays cascading in opulence,
supplying energy, initiating Life on Earth,
to grow flora and fauna in diversity,
carrying evolution on Earth in beast and beauty,
displaying hues and tunes in Nature on smart reality.
On human conception,
Sun, a massive fiery whirling ball of burning hydrogen
Another five billion years left to exhaust its fuel.
It will follow the life cycle of an ordinary star
tending to be a Red Giant ending in White Dwarf,
obeying Chandrasekhar limit: Its limited credibility.
YET!
Startling fact to assimilate:
Sun with its solar system,
a nano item
holding a trivial position in Universe,
comparable to a tiny sand particle in Sahara Desert.
THEN!
Where to find human blessed by energy of Sun?
Seems a fun.
For gentle is the spirit of parents
That listens intuitively to a child’s echo,
An accompaniment from their breaths
Speaking only purity of thought--
Without deceit or adult-like fakery: like so,
Night birds croon in deep esteem,
When moonlight leads their youngster home… till
Burst of morning glistens on a child,
Utterly joyous and fed with familial love
While heaven bows back to man and wife,
Humming tunes of praise for safe journeys…
A couple devoted, guiding their child’s essence
That makes his world ever brave and authentic.
Silent One's Parenthood Contest
10/18/2017
In Mary's gentle gaze, a haven blooms,
My soul unburdens amidst her room,
She cradles words I've long kept concealed,
A guardian of emotions, revealed.
With empathetic ears, she tunes in,
In silence, healing gently begins,
Her counsel, a lantern through darkened haze,
Guiding me through life's intricate maze.
Through teardrops shed and laughter shared,
She fosters trust, no judgment bared,
In this sacred space, I find release,
Embraced by solace, my heart finds peace.
Mary, my beacon, my mental embrace,
In your care, I find strength and grace,
To speak and listen, soul unshackled free,
In your embrace, I become me.
Do you want to feel good about yourself
Then make someone else feel good also
Say something positive that's great
Take some kind words from the shelf
Insert them into your comments, friend
They'll come back in multiples, so
Apply that love language don't you wait
How many positive words
Flow from your mouth like tunes from spring's birds
Kind words painful wounds mend
A form Robert Frost used in his work, "A Time To Talk"
If you know what poetry form it is, let me know.
It goes like this:
1. a (9)
2. b (9)
3. c (8)
4. a (7)
5. d (9)
6. b (8)
7. c (9)
8. e (7)
9. e (9)
10. d (6)
My syllable count might not be exactly correct.
For Brian
Written: 10/06/2022
Looking forward all winter for my vacation
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the water fountain
Come and jam to the tunes of the Marleys
Hanga-langa and check out the Harleys
The Jamaican food—colorful, soulful—sublime
One look and I knew right away I would need more time
to enjoy Reggae 'Pon The Mountain
We bought masks, jewelry and tasted the cookies
Ingredients pure, strong, overwhelmed—we felt like rookies
C’mon stay mon, enjoy the music all day, sangalanga on Topanga
You know the Canyon known for the rock-stars?
Three days of festive delight, tonight be romantic, sleep in your cars!
Our host thanked us and said Jah be with you, Rastafari
We waved as he drove off in his Ferrari
We’ll be back tomorrow for the Caribbean callaloo
where we’ll stay all day and enjoy the hullaballoo
A music festival up on the mountain
Make each day better than the one before
Promise yourself a dinner at your favourite restaurant
Give yourself a gift of that sweater you had your eye on
Little things that help make life exciting and interesting
It's not selfish to treat yourself every once in a while
It makes for a happier existence
You'll find yourself humming happy tunes and smiling a lot
So what if people around you think you've lost it!
Keep 'em guessing and even add to the rumours
By occasionally doing outrageous things
Like sit-ups in the middle of the local mall
And when security escorts you out to your car
You keep singing those happy tunes and waving at everyone
This advice is likely not good for everyone!
© Jack Ellison 2015
By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.
A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic strumming was sublime.
Notes poured from me like a cascade.
I rather enjoy being played.
That man released me, and soon I
was picked up by a strange punk guy
who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
My strings broke often from his touch,
yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such
unique new tunes from me were made.
I rather enjoy being played.
His sister held me awkwardly,
but then she sang so beautifully
it mattered not my sound would fade. . .
I rather enjoy being played.
She and her brother gave me to
some plucking fools without a clue
till an artiste came to my aid.
I rather enjoy being played.
He pressed my frets, this handsome boy.
My stings were vibrating with joy.
I climaxed with his smooth glissade.
I rather enjoy being played.
With him I hope to have remained
in years to come. His love’s unfeigned.
Although I know at times he’s strayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
I was a “Paul” girl, back in the day;
That’s how we defined ourselves then.
I knew that he’d love me if we’d only met,
But that seemed more an “if” than a “when.”
I never attended a concert of his –
Neither solo nor Beatles nor Wings;
Yet I’m sure I remember the lyrics and tunes
Of the bulk of the songs that he sings.
Since today is his birthday (my brother’s, as well),
I reflect on a very strange fact –
At a recent performance by Sir Paul himself,
The arena was not fully packed.
As time marches on, many young folks don’t care
That the Beatles were practically gods;
So McCartney now plays to a non-sold-out house –
I would never have bet on those odds!