The moon leans low upon the river’s breast,
A silver bowl spilling over the reeds.
I lift my cup and laugh at the sky,
Clouds scatter like startled swans in flight.
Companions rise with song and shout,
Their sleeves wide as sails on the wind.
The earth tilts, the stars grow dizzy,
Wine flows, and reason drifts away.
What care have I for kings or crowns?
A plum blossom floats into my hand.
Tonight is a gift too rich to measure—
We dance, we sing, we drink without end,
Our shadows the only guests who remain.
We told no one he was a blue coat, Dogberry, flatfoot, the fuzz
Is he the po-po? Asked our smartest wisest relative, Cuz.
Out of all of us he is by far the most brilliant one.
Lots of bragging by Aunt Elzora now, as he was her son.
Beneath the moon's pale gleam, I sit alone,
The sea's cool breath weaving through my robes.
Upon my lips, the ocean's secrets flow—
Each oyster a pearl of the world untold.
Their brine whispers of the tides' long song,
Of ships lost, of lovers waiting in vain.
A sip of wine softens the sea's harsh kiss,
Its fire dancing where salt once reigned.
Oh, life is fleeting,
like white foam on the crest of green waves,
But here I linger, a guest in deep sleep.
Wine and shell, the night's treasures, I keep,
And toast the stars, in there bare silver light.
Who needs tomorrow when tonight is this sweet?
The sea, the wine, and the world at my feet.
In moon’s cool embrace,
Wine spills like crimson rivers,
Mind drifts to the stars
In jade cups, the moon's reflection swirls,
A thousand poems born in wine's warm glow.
Lonely, yet the stars drink with me,
In drunken dreams, all sorrows flow.
The river of life, forever more.
a po-am...a toil
letting of
word...sound-dings
that splash
meanings...of an
idea-as a
lane-gauge...for some
word flow
from an id-as...clear
stan
wrt a moth...
her nature be
as a flow are
on a wall...
with wings...
that pet all
who sit in
come fort till...
able poses free...
domes of gas
that have scent you
to a po-at-tree write...
stans sand
Two figurines fell out of the sky
Dropped from a crop duster plane passing by.
The pilot yelled, "Look out down below!",
But no one could hear, he was flying so low.
The dolls struck Li Po who was filling his sack,
Now the rice farmer lifelessly floats on his back.
He does not move, first victim of
A double knickknack paddy whack.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Let me join your Mistick Krewe.
Got my jazz hand clapping.
Gonna drop the other shoe.
I strut my yo-yo yoga every doo-da day.
It get me so-so-sober in a drunken way.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Voodoo me some déjà vu.
Those saints are marching in again;
Another Bourbon Street debut.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Save me from my karma’s wrath.
Calculate my blessings;
Maybe you can do the math.
So many numb-numb-numbers,
Couldn’t feel my way.
To get me near Nirvana,
Need a CPA.
Hey there little Buddha,
Lead me down the garden path.
Those saints are here to party, boy.
This Mardi Gras make ‘em laugh.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Send your children out to play.
Pranayama mama,
Laissez les bons temps rouler.
I'll chant my man-oh-mantra
Till my eardrums ache
And clear my cha-cha chakras
With a plumber’s snake.
Hey there little Buddha,
Second line come first today.
Those saints will set your flag on fire.
Jockomo feena nay.
It was a hot day and when I ran into Tu Fu
wearing a big straw hat I asked
“Tu Fu, how come you’ve grown so thin?
Are you in agony over one of your poems?”
Li Po
Salamat po, Ka Eduardo,
Sa inyo pong pagmamahal;
Inaakay n’yo ang tao
Patungo sa bayang banal.
Kahit mapagod, mapuyat
Ay hindi n’yo alintana;
Ang mahalaga'y matupad
Ang tungkulin n’yo sa Ama.
Ang Iglesia’y tinitipon
Sa lahat halos ng dako;
Panganib ay sinusuong,
Iniikot itong mundo.
Dama ng mga pinili
Ang inyo pong pagsasakit;
Kami‘y hindi masasawi,
Kaligtasa’y makakamit.
Walang iba pang hangarin
Kundi para sa Iglesia;
Nagtagumpay ang mithiin
Sa inyo pong pangunguna.
Sa inyong pangangasiwa,
Puso po ang nangungusap;
Kami ay di nagsasawa,
Pagsamba ay laging hanap.
Pasasakop kaming lubos
Sa Lider Pangkalahatan;
Kami na mga tinubos,
Pagsunod ay di iiwan.
Tutuparin ang tungkulin,
Totoo hanggang sa wakas;
Tatapusin ang takbuhin,
Pag-asa namin ay wagas.
Kayo po ay aming mahal,
Habang kami’y may hininga;
Ang inyo pong pangangaral
Sa amin ay mahalaga.
Dalangin namin sa Diyos,
Patnubayan kayong lagi;
Sa biyaya ay mapuspos,
Kalusuga’y manatili.
Ang Diyos ay pinupuri,
Kami’y Iglesia Ni Cristo;
At nagagalak po kami,
Salamat po, Ka Eduardo.
The dazzle in lights
A Broadway moment full of entertainment being a sight
Dance numbers to get the audience and TV Viewers in the mood
Dramatics that catch you off guard, but know how to soothe
The Tony Awards has everything to prove
It’s a talent night being on the move
Hand me my Tony Award
But the Tony Awards on Sunday will be a night
For me, my Great Uncle Eubie Blake who composed the music for “SHUFFLE ALONG” is up for a Tony
However, I promise I won’t be long
SHUFFLE ALONG has hit Broadway numerous times, but it was and still is pure acting and dancing that has kept the shuffle in being no rush
But a time in not being silent in a hush
I see in the background plenty of kissing and lots of mush
The cast simply said, “Lets take our time and let the music take us back as we move laid back”
Jazz had a swing and everyone in clubs were doing their thing
Oh Shuffle Along
Jazz with a pizzazz
A wonder being yonder
On June 12, Sunday, watch the Tony Awards on CBS 2
You too will be shuffling along too.
Limericks are fun but they take over and whoa
Some days I find I don't have time to go po
Sit there with cramps
Then poop in my pants
Limericks are fun except for a mess down below
© Jack Ellison 2015
a nice girl
nice flowers
nice PO-IM
our teacher told us to avoid the word
but sometimes nice will do
3/25/2015
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