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They said it’s time I settle down
If I can’t find a man of my own
They will be pleased to help me with that
They’re going to find me my man
They’re talking about me
As if they’re advertising me publicly
Like I’m up for sale
Ready to be picked off the dusty shelf
Wow
Do I not have my rights anymore
What is life without your own rights
Is life only complete when sharing with someone
But what’s wrong with my free spirited life
I’m happy
I’m enjoying life freely and joyously
I’m please to say my freedom is my happiness
This is me my body and my life
I hold the wheel but trust God to guide me
My life isn’t perfect but I am living in the moment
My freedom let’s me do as I please
So put a stop to make me your business
I maybe journeying alone but never lonely
Who said happiness is only when coupling
Happiness is your free will and to know God
It’s unbeknownst when
It’s unbeknownst whom
My heart be captured by IF EVER
But I’m not dying to get there to find out
I’m exploring life in my fearless freedom
Because the possibilities are unbounded
This world is full of life and adventure
I am a free soul seeker with a passion to experiencing my true self life
And with that said
This is me and my life
I make my decision choosing my path
And until then I’m driving solo singing loudly
Akkina
2/4/21
For my best friend who’s family is trying
to get her settle down and marry while she’s exploring her young life and adventuring this beautiful Earth...
Are those your teeth, they look so perfect
Actually no, you won't believe my tale
Some old guy had just passed away
And his wife put his teeth up for sale
They fit really well, just like my own
So I offered her half what she was asking
For that she said you could have the bottoms
If you don't mind a little cracking
But you must do better if you want the uppers
There's loads of nostalgia in those choppers
I can still remember the fun times we had
When the two of us were teenyboppers
So I bumped up my offer a couple of dollars
I could tell she really needed the money
She reluctantly accepted with a tear in her eye
She was giving away part of her honey
So now you know the rest of the story
Keep it deep inside your cranium
Bout how I ripped off this little old lady
To look like Clooney or Damon
© Jack Ellison 2012
I talked it over with Glen,
Me sole mate and imaginary friend
He said “Listen here me matey”
“It’s the best way for you in the end”
So as a close friend I took his advise,
And to this day I wouldn’t think twice.
His so cool and calm and collected,
He has my best interest at heart, which is nice,
So if you go to me eBay page,
You’ll see I’m up for sale.
An unwanted used lover,
A blind toothless moon bald male.
Me expiry date is only 10 years out,
With a left leg suffering from gout.
A sex crazed dribbling pervert,
Who chases after every skirt.
A self confessed nymphomaniac,
A practicing megalomaniac.
It’s been a week since the ad
And one bid which I think is from Glen
He says 50 p is reasonable and all his willing to spend
Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!
Write down your own life's story
before the others do
Wading through words and phrases
that aren't remotely true...
Plan out your own life's story
before it's done for you-
and you're stuck acting out a life
that you despise and rue.
Plot out your own life's story
or at least, Act Two (or Three)
Rewrite your script, if needed
to set your spirit free!
Dress yourself with color
costume yourself with care
Create the character you want to be
and strut with catwalk flair!
Design and build your life's stage
or at least, rearrange the props
and play your role with moxie
not caring if it flops...
Create your own life's story
as producer, director, star-
and then kick back & enjoy the show
no matter how bizarre!
Be your own show's critic
ignoring all other reviews
Lavish your life with praise
acknowledging cast and crew.
Become your very own fan club
awaiting each scene of your day
Taking joy in each thoughtful detail
of your glorious, quirky play!
Another house on the block
went up for sale today, the old couple passed away.
The neighborhood changes once again
without question or prejudice.
Our neighborhood diversifies with variations
of race, religion and ethnicity.
From my understanding of it development
this community has always been as it is
having learned that black or white, Christian, Jew or Muslim
are not different from one another and struggle equally.
These are blessings learned, open gifts recognized over time
where at last, no one is restricted
from living a simple life,
the American dream
embracing all who come.
There are no hidden barriers taught and holding on from the past
that would have shut anyone in or out or locked the doors,
never welcomed only faces of specified races or religions,
everyone is free and open and encouraged to live.
Those who come and homestead
make their individual and communal place and purpose.
Each of us leaves a mark unseen
but known and accepted and simple
in the neighborhood
for we are all the same
God's children
and we can be called home at anytime
as our houses are put up for sale
and we go home.
Navigating the sidewalk
up 9th Avenue from 34th Street.
Busses, cars and trucks clank and clatter
on their noisy way north
over the manhole covers,
ignoring lane markers.
Horns volley insults.
Bus fumes shove me aside.
Doorways have a voice of their own,
Some have not opened in decades.
Business hopes gone down.
Rays from the sun reach the shop window.
Fading the intent,
Fading the will,
Fading the future.
Trash groans by the curb.
Crushed and torn coffee cups,
Empty and sighing
Some sinister liquid drooling
from the plastic trash bag
The smell lurches out,
Shocking my composure.
The butcher shop displays
animals hanging upside down.
Dead, skinned and up for sale.
Eyes of the owner as he packs up a pound,
Unyielding, surviving, longstanding,
sad, strength.
Around the corner,
the studio rises,
inside, off the sidewalk.
A bright classroom
where breezes of learning swirl,
moral strength ascends
Passion and aspirations compel
intricate, thoughtful scenes.
“The play is the thing…”
Hope permeates interactions
and street trash is
left far behind.
Away in time and space from that sidewalk
Thriving artists, mature now, reflect the full,
confounded lives
of the bus driver;
of the failed businessman;
of the unyielding butcher.
From the learning room,
where a discipline was studied,
to the cosmos of the proscenium,
mortal stories are brightly revealed.
Connections and delight,
Triumph over trouble,
Catastrophe and diversion
These motley, glorious
tales are celebrated,
unveiled with magnificent scripts,
lights, costumes, music, sets
and they lift the audience
far above the mean streets.
I've never known a fixed address. I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale. Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy I feel while in that room.
two walls are all window, one an eastern exposure
the other walls, floor and ceiling are old red, knotty wood
the brick fireplace has a beautifully carved, simple mantel
approximately twenty houseplants on antique stools thrive
on the floor among the plants is a life-sized, carved, wooden swan
many mobiles of either angels or hearts hang from the ceiling
on the mantel sits my collection of antique weather vanes
there are five, mismatched chairs in a semicircle
two spindle leg tables sit among the five chairs
on one table is an imitation antique radio tuned to light rock
in a corner, on a stand we built, is an electric keyboard
on one wall in a case we built, there is a dartboard
and everywhere in the room are memories of good, fulfilling times spent
... CayCay
August 6, 2019
River Bank Cottage...............
There are days within my life thus far,
I would gladly leave behind.
Though the day we saw this lovely place,
Will never leave my mind.
River Bank Cottage, is up for sale,
Was the sign we saw that day.
And what I saw before my eyes,
Truly took my breath away.
Ivy covered window-sills,
Tulips by a stream.
Water that sparkled like cold champagne,
Befitting any dream.
Crocus in abundance,
And the daff's bright endless glow.
An old dishevelled watermill,
Where the silent waters flow.
Hearing cuckoos in the distance,
Scents of spring-time on the breeze.
The untamed shadows from the sun,
Danced among the willow trees.
Heaven on earth we saw that day,
Happiness so true.
I knew this place before our eyes,
Was meant for me and you..........
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
Captivating property with panoramic view
Painted with pride in red white and blue
Once standing proud and renowned everywhere
Foundation's eroding from lack of care
Wonderful neighbors, bilingual you know
French to the north and Spanish below
Beautiful shoreline on the east and the west
Lately her structure has been put to the test
Tenants won't mind if you take over the land
They have learned to bury their head in the sand
The property changes managers every four to eight years
Lately the managers have brought the tenants to tears
Selling out at this time may not be right
But the tenants won't mind, they've learned not to fight
The property is run from an ivory tower
Swallowed in greed and corrupted with power
The walls are collapsing, it seems such a sin
If you are going to rebuild, you must start from within
The property rules which were once black and white
Have faded to gray or are nowhere in sight
There are mountains and prairies, fields and streams
A place for your children and a place for your dreams
But now that I've thought about it you can go to Hell
This property is mine and I never will sell.
This poem is written for the politically correct morons in three piece suits
making military decisions affecting the lives of our troops, decisions they are not
qualified to make. They might be able to spell integrity and are able to use it in a
sentence but don't know how to use it in their lives. They have put this country
up for sale to the highest bidder. They have sold us out to OPEC and we are
supposed to bow our heads and just accept it. My Flag, My country. If you
don't like it LEAVE!!.