Ninety Poems

JACK ELLISON IS NINETY YEARS OLD TODAY

August the eleventh is a very special day
Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today
A talented musician he used to play the banjo
With the Canadiana singers, many years ago

A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies
Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies
But Jack he can write serious poetry too
He's a proud Canadian through

Edie

Born in January of thirty-five,
Down Six Mile Road the stork flew by.
Her childhood home still stands today,
A witness to memories along the way.
She’s passed that house a thousand times,
Each visit brings nostalgia’s chimes
A waft of scent, a sunset’s hue,
A song that brings the past in view.
In a heartbeat, she’s back once more,
To laughter, tears, and

Ninety Minutes of Warning

It is Saturday afternoon
everybody and their uncle is in Target
buying things they will put into garage sales next summer
their red shopping carts are full
I had brought my friend here to get a shingles shot
Since she is ninety-two and has a walker, I parked her at the door
I won’t be here but a minute, she tells

Ten to Ninety

There is no reason to die except
An intent to be born again
Considering this, we are living dead
Why don’t we remember it then
Scientists say that we use only
About ten percent of brain cells
The other ninety must feel a bit lonely
They can’t show up anything else
But a passive presence, or maybe not
Entirely passive, the scientists say
But nobody

three thousand five hundred and ninety two

Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two fish in the sea
And I had to find a catfish who took a bite out of me
The waves were crashing, but I still felt his teeth okay.
That murderous fish bit me, then went gliding away.

Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two grains of sand
Landed in my bucket when I finally

Two Dollars and Ninety Eight Cents For A Dream

Am I in a dream
Only as it may seem
I am music, I am the notes
You once were the wreckage on which my soul floats
Now I am the maestro, I am also first chair
And now the crescendo (and you are not there)
And it's okay that it's not you (I've found someone new)

All colors came from three
The

Sarabande on reaching the age of ninety-nine

I know these are not hidden passions that will hide 
     let say for instance when the country is tasting either 
  tik or tok-
     I know even the world itself sometimes itches or 
        bubbles or cheers like

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of entities constituting spiritus mundi.

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing thee soul   
of Boyce Brandon Harris
birth name given

January Ninety-Eighth

It's the ninety-eighth of January.
The month that lingers on.
It seems like Spring will never come
and Winter will never be gone.

As this longest month drags on and on
we've all come to realize 
its either raining and warm or sunny and freezing .
There is no compromise.

At first we counted the days 'til Spring
but we've given up on

Ninety-Nine-Point-Nine-Percent Pure

This site is ninety-nine-point-nine percent pure
For that zero point one percent there ain't no cure
In the overall scheme
Their effect has no steam
They're as worthless as all get out, so immature

He Sired Ninety-Five Kittens

There once was a cat named Mr. Morgan
  Who sipped his share of Kentucky bourbon
    Sired ninety-five kittens
    Said he's not forbidden
  From abusing his sexual organ

October Seventeenth Ninety Sixty One

October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned being an embryo

(approximately the second
to eighth week after fertilization)
approximately nine months prior,
whose birth marked debut
of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness

Ninety Percent

Ninety percent of those I have loved are dead,
ninety percent of those I have disliked are dead also.
Ninety percent of my life has been spent
travelling to find new places.
Ninety percent of those places
I have left with no regret.
Ninety percent of my life I have wasted,
ninety percent of what’s left is now taking a nap.
A memory

Ninety-Eight Point Six

Ninety-eight point six is normal
In a human being,
Not though, on thermometers
Outdoors, which we’ve been seeing.

In people, anything above
Is fever, meaning sick,
But weather-wise, such numbers
Translate into one word – ick!

I much prefer the days in fall
Or wintertime instead,
When if my body matched 
The temps outside, I would be dead.

Ninety-Five

95%

John walked out the front door. 
The screen slammed behind him. 
It was very loud in the stillness of the day. 

The man looked out at his land before him. 
It was his father's land, 
and his father's, and his father's land... 
Traditions held for generations, 
never broken, deemed unbreakable,
by wind, or storm. 

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