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Do yuh.? Think so.? What
do you know.? Or want too..?
Or maybe not do? Have you told me.? And how would that be.? Looking
In a micro-scope.? Into a mirror.? Dope? Letting your emotions choke..? How does
Hatred taste.? Though delivered with style and place-ment..Do you pay the rent.? To enable those..Who guide with distractions
Oh manys the nudges too..All delivered in a
Vat of fuzzy feel good-goo.'
By yet by just ( WHO? ) jamming it ( through.'
A Band on the roof!) bitter sweet! that you might?
Swoon 'at a ' mad-jest-icks
feet.? I wonder? Did any of that marmalade.? Like a Malady into
Your minds pervade..This world this age.' And madness's parade..
Theatre and drama ( all laid bear' ) made? with the
Innocence almost.' of a child-like ploy..Do you ever wonder.? In the space between..Worlds ( why such bitterness?) And also mocking..? Juxta-pose or hyp-nose.? or 'just?' as any perfume brewed.' If you would like to remove the evil..And yet there is a
Breathing space..' Here is what you can do
Call the King of Love into your being
heart soul spirit..The purpose being? to better ' the world of your own self ' In He who has true power.' And eternal paradise the real wealth?? Today apply this salve upon your life..Christs blood to free, and
Heal just receive, and bow, to remove all bitterness from the space you inhabit ( claim it now! )
Drawing a blank, now how's that possible
Unless you use invisible ink
Then what's the purpose if no one can see it
Kinda senseless don't ya think
However it seems I can kinda remember
The comics offered this kit
You wrote with a pen containing invisible ink
After rubbing it appeared bit by bit
Thought the whole thing was simply magic
Master spies is what we became
Belonging to the army's intelligence corp
Sending notes in an espionage game
Oh those were fun days of make believe
Pretending to be super sleuths
Slinking around passing invisible messages
Those super fun days of my youth
© Jack Ellison 2014
Did you think you had control
Did you think you had control,
Ha, ha!
Did ya think you had control?
Did you think you had control
Ha, Ha!
You cast yourself a god
In a solo one-act play
You wrote the narrative
To play the hero of the day
Did you think… (repeat)
Now a plague is on the land
From a foe you couldn’t see
It blunts your livelihood
And deadens your family
The meek, they shall inherit
But what is it they crave?
We closed our eyes to dream
And woke up in a cave
We closed our eyes to dream
Just to wake up in a cave
Did you think you had control?
Did you think you had control,
Ha, ha!
Did ya think you had control?
Did you think you had control
Ha, Ha!
JACK DANIELS met JIM BEAM at the CANADIAN CLUB
to discuss their upcoming trip on the CUTTY SARK.
They were planning a vacation to a Caribbean cove
to get some SOUTHERN COMFORT.
JOHNNY WALKER, who had a disagreement with
them over their SLOE GIN game, wanted to
give them a SAKI. "VODKA ya think you're doing?"
chimed in GIBSON, who was a BEEFEATER sitting nearby.
"It's not like EARLY TIMES...so just wipe that
SMIRNOFF your face." A brawl would have started,
but a beautiful woman came in. "Look at them
COURVOISIERs," said the MARTIN MILLERs.
They noticed her ring with the BLUE SAPHIRE from
BOMBAY.
JACK DANIELS immediately lost interest in the argument,
and asked if he could sit with her. She agreed and he sat
down. He noticed that she had a B & B monogram on her blouse.
"I've not seen you here before...what's your name and where
are you from?" he asked.
In a charming southern accent she replied, "Ma name is
MARGARITA, Ahm new in town, and Ahm from HENNESSY."
When the waiter came over, they ordered two MINT JULEPS.
It was the start of a relationship that the DEWARS of them
enjoyed, especially when they bowled SCOTCH doubles together.
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met the sweetest lady of the group
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
Should rename the site “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a great big bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking youse guys
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
Allowing friendships to flourish
If I had the choice to start over again
What would I rather have been
A rocket scientist, a famous writer
Or a stand-up like Norma Jean!
Must've been fun to make 'em laugh
To make people giggle and smile
To help them forget life's many struggles
If only for a very short while
Now that's what I call a fun type job
But I'm sure it had its down side
Like sleeping all day and up all night
Could make a person bleary eyed!
Must've been hard in New York City
Trying to please a tough crowd
Her comedic skills are evident today
When you read her poetry out loud!
So instead of a comic, I became an artist
Kinda similar in a way don't ya think
Both creative and unique occupations
Guess we both ended up in the pink!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Norma Jean was a good friend on another poetry site!
They were sitting thar leaning back in their chairs
near the bar down at old Murphy's pub,
when a tiny old man, with shillelagh in hand
pushed open the door with his club.
Not the front door, the one back by the moor,
the door hadn't been used for yars,
but he slipped on through with his hat all askew
then signaled old Murph for a beer.
Now, there was many a town where strangers abound,
but not in the town Killyclare,
so word spread fast, until at last,
half the town's lads were thar.
Twas then doncha know, the old man arose
and tiltin' the hat on his head,
"twas a time for sure, used this club for war,
now I use it for lore instead".
There be stories told 'bout Leprechaun gold
in a pot at the end of the bow,
and the wishes you'd get if it's me you could catch
for the prize of lettin' me go.
But me darlin's I pray on this very fine day
not ta be waistin' your time.
Ya see, all the gold's in yur heart doncha know,
as fer wishes I'll tell ya a rhyme.
If ya wish for a Miss just for her kiss
and a lassie with which justa play
and don't care for her heart cuz ya think yur quite smart
then you'll only have fun for a day.
If ya wish for gold, the story's been told
then you'll miss out on silver and bronze,
for the journey's worth more than a pot o' gold ore,
it's the struggle that makes yur heart strong.
Then through the door blew a wind from the moor,
as the leprechaun tapped with his cane.
Then he leapt upside down - on his hat spun around
and whirled out the door whence he came.
But, thar left behind, his shillelagh they'd find,
now it's hung on the wall by the bar,
so whenever a day that the story's relayed
folks come from near and afar.
The shillelagh for sure is now used for lore
and held as the story is told
and all that are thar, then whisper a prayer
of thanks for the leprechaun's gold.
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Oh - Emm - Geeeee !!!
Who me??
OMG!...I'm gonna wig out, doing this poem!!
A ditz like me writing for a freakin’ contest, no less!!!??
You gotta be kiddin' me !!! Holy fricassee!!
No Way. Jose' !! I'm such a space cadet....OMG !! I’m spazzing out!!
Well...geeze, then..... like, I get this head rush...
I'm getting majorly stoked, ya know?..Like...maybe I’ll give it a shot?...
Still...ya know..., whaddif I, like, totally bombed it!!? OMG!!
I mean, like, ya know how all them other poets?...
Well....like they are so classic...like, ya know?...so awesomely rad!?
Like... say, they eyeball mine, and bustin’ up, they scream…
"Gag me with a spoon?!! CHECK OUT THIS FREAKIN’ GROSS POEM!”
Well,what the hay,.... ..no biggie, guess it wouldn't such a bummer...
yeah......well, shoot, they can call me a loser......who gives a rip??
So, I figure, like ....Whatever, dude!!
Okay, now, I'm totally pumped,...ya know?
Waddif it’s ends up freakin’ sweet? Oh, Pleeeease!!!
Like a win, geeze that would be majorly...rad!!!
I KID YOU NOT! OMG !!! I'm so SURE !! YEAH RIGHT,….AS IF!!!!!
Man, I’m so clueless …hmm. how do I even start this freakin' essay?
so, like....here goes...okay?
Ya' say they won't like it, huh??.. HUH ??? Ya' think??
Tell em to go take a chill pill!!
Duhhhh........!!!!? WHATEVER!!
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Just for fun!: For the Slang Contest
(and be sure....this isn't how I normally talk LOL !!)
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give it away
give it all
all for what
all for nothing
nothing you bet
nothing yil get
get out there quick
get lost in a ditch
ditch ya wife
ditch ya dog
dog won’t miss ya
dog'll piss ya
ya think yiv got it down
ya haven’t been down under
under what ya say?
under what ya pray?
pray it ain't worth a zack
pray your honey aint outback
outback’n the wild roo’s nestin’ kick
outback and back again he’s slick
slick and kicking for a noice steak
slick and mad as a cut snake
snake’s got death in his bite
snake’ll ruin a weddin orright
orright’cha got two seconds tah think
orright your seconds gone yeh in a stink
stink in heaps
stink the dunny rat he is
is you thinking in the wild to slack off
is you ready to rack off
off to the waters in a hurray mate
off to the sandy slates run clean
clean as a bottler at sea
clean as ya ever can see
see here we all left our lives
see this is where we feel alive
alive in the wild far from the loo
alive away from the crazy blue
blue sea soppin the sand around
blue surroundin this land we’re proud
proud in the danger of ever
proud to amaze whoever
whoever ya meet
whoever ya see
see chance give it a burl
see um tackle the crock in a curl
curl on his back is a good going off
curl in his teeth yiv gotcha limb torn off
off!
off!
For the Down Under contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
*Don’t think I did this quite right! Though it was fun to try anyhow ^___^
De Pieces Inconnues: Statut D'Amour
and Verrez Mobntrez
and Frapper Mareir: Ni Le Monde.
welcome, welcome!
Mr. Hautbois will show you to
the performance area. We call her
Hymn Bois for short,
I can reed-member wind the scales of
listener were spoken, 3/4 bass clefts away
from the sound. The tempo kept the people listening,
everyone was getting down.
she gave me this recipe, here you'll like this won.
8 cups of coke soda
1 cup of pureed cherries
2 cups of lime juice
2 cups of pineapple juice
1 pint of coconut rum
1 cup of spice rum
we got drunk and danced until about 9;00 we got a bit to eat and
smoked those Dominicon cigars your daddy gave us. look my friend
Saul replaced them with sum Cubain Cigars, but that's not the point, we came up
with a smooth sweet jam, about 2:00 in the morning
wanna hear it, hear it goes.
snap your fingers and tap your feet
dip your hips: groove to the beat
let the tempo control the flow
hold on tight don't let go
get the rhythm groove and grind
we gone do-it one more time
let your lady take the lead
get tushie, stomp and be
twirl the chic, she got it goin on
she's the love interest in the song
don't tell weather it's right or wrong
chickie babie got-it goin on
the floor is full let's take our time
we have alnight, it's the sweet remind
kiss me at twelve, tell me you love me so
cheers to ya, think you know
the music's jumping, play it one more time
you got me baby every thing is fine
we dancing
we romancing
it's our chance and
we gonna dance the night away!