The green and blue sky is weeping wondrously
My soarless wings of mine is damp with jealousy
This mind of mine — half blank, half fragmented with wit
This heart of yours — it beats for me alone? I hardly doubt it
The yellow and red is the rivers of rowdiness of course
The mellow dread inside makes me want to die and divorce
These feelings of darksome gloom and the words I loathe or love
I can’t even fathom or think of…I just want to be your tranquil dove
I won’t feel anymore
I will numb to the core
I soar, I am oh so sore
I must open that opportunity door
I bust open the windows instead
I lust, I must stop this utter dread
I dust away the dust from my feet and eat unleavened bread
We’re at the beach where seagulls soar.
All nature and sun’s warmth bring bliss.
I hear soft waves that lap the shore.
Sweet music to my ears is this.
At home, my cats lie next to me.
When cats are happy, they don’t hiss.
Mine sofly purr contentedly.
Sweet music to my ears is this.
The children are asleep in bed.
Their rowdiness I do not miss!
Sound’s silence falls on me instead.
Sweet music to my ears is this.
It’s late and time for some romance.
But first before we even kiss,
a favorite song for our slow dance -
Sweet music to my ears is this!
Feb. 14, 2019
Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark
Mark was in charge of ensuring all the animals did embark
Two by two in harmony, elephant, giraffe, tiger, and aardvark
Shared the gameplan with the many types of whale and shark
Ensured every bird was onboard, especially the skylark
Mark’s wondrous inventory was classified by icon and footmark
And sometimes in the margin he would jot a special remark
Hoping no one would notice he found neither unicorn nor snark
For weeks torrential rains made the sky darkest dark
They prayed for the rainbow, that long-awaited coloured arc
When the rains finally subsided they looked for the closest park
Everyone had cabin fever and were ecstatic to disembark
Rowdiness of meow, oink, purr, caw, growl, snarl and bark
Plans were soon ongoing to celebrate with a feisty spark
Evaluating the damage up and down and all around Hark!
Mark said Yeah, that’s gonna leave quite a watermark
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Absolutely loved old Mickey Mouse
My all-time favourite character
No matter what my age is chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector
As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with great happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
Always creating such rowdiness
Remember the Wonderful World of Disney
One in four was from Fantasyland
Of course, I enjoyed the other three weeks
But adored Mickey and his band
Life was filled with joy back then
Hoped we'd stay kids forever
Thoughts of getting old sometime in the future
Occurred to us almost never
Mickey and his band kept us chuckling all day
No worries, the world was in rhyme
Never concerned what the future had in store
Only fun till beddy-byes time
© Jack Ellison 2014
There are always those who say that you are wrong.
They are the ones who never stray from the herd.
They go to school and learn everything about life from manuals.
They write poems and stories like other poets and writers did.
They get good grades.
They stay out of trouble, but engage in acceptable rowdiness and fun.
They write and give great graduation speeches.
They become middle-managers, mostly.
They fold their socks and underwear.
They stay abreast of the latest trends and movies.
They quote famous quotes like they thought them up.
They attempt to belittle, passive-aggressively, anything out of orthodox thought.
They live their lives like lambs.
They buy big, beautiful things.
They wear shiny wedding-rings.
They drive down drowsy streets.
They form committees.
They bake things shaped like commercials.
They invent rules for writing and art.
And
I
Don't
Follow
Them.
ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans
Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards
Racecar drives fast and furiously
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss
Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!
Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!
Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!!
The moment is ever so precious!
Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??
Absolutely love old Mickey Mouse
He's my all-time favourite character
No matter what my age chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector
As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with a much happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
His hilarious antics and rowdiness
Remember the Wonderful World of Disney
One in four was from Fantasyland
Of course, I enjoyed the other three weeks
But adored Mickey Mouse and his band
Life was such joy back way back when
Figured we would be kiddies forever
Thoughts we'd get old one day in the future
Occurred almost just about never
Mickey and his band kept us chuckling all day
No worries, the world was in rhyme
Never concerned what the future may hold
Much fun from morning till bed time
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