The days just seem to be whizzing by
Much faster than usual of late
Seems like just a few years have passed
Since going on my very first date
Exciting days of discovering new things
The world was shiny and new
A little bit scary but an absolute blast
Disappointments I've had just a few
All in all it's been a fabulous journey
Stopping at many great ports
Wouldn't change a thing even if I could
But the journey was way too short
Maybe I'll return as a piece of sculpture
Observing your every move
Perhaps a treasured Stradivarius violin
Serenading visitors at the Louvre
Even come back as a well worn seat
In a famous Hollywood restaurant
Rubbing bums with some powerful people
What more could a simple guy want
Categories:
rubbing, hilarious,
Form: Rhyme
Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts.
Oh, how they rubbed their hands.
But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger?
Elsie had a strict-looking expression -
when not rubbing her hands.
Lucy wore spectacles that pinched her nose
and, oh, had such a thin smile -
when not rubbing her hands.
Olive seemed serious, often frowning at me -
when not rubbing her hands.
But when they were rubbing their hands
they were ridding those hands of
flour that helped to make a cake or of
flour that helped to make a Yorkshire pudding or of
flour that helped to make joy -
the joy of making that cake or that Yorkshire pudding;
or of spiteful expressions they might wear when sneering
at this small boy, who would have to eat
their cakes or their Yorkshire pudding, or absorb
their sneers - sneers that were also smiles.
We remember our aunts in
the most remarkable ways.
I was a small boy.
(April 2023)
(Elsie appears in two other poems: "Aunty Elsie's Bathroom" and "Coronation for a King")
Categories:
rubbing, family, people, sweet love,
Form: Free verse
rubbing her back before bed
so glad we made it here
we pray to make it to the next day
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
our bodes begin to relax
in our happy place, we breathe easy
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
though a fan and an air purifier begin their shift,
quiet and silence welcomingly triumph
the expressive rain makes the night feel soft
rubbing her back before bed
knowing that tomorrow we pack our bags
the upcoming excitement of the next day lures us to a very content sleep
the blessing of felling fully sane inspires us to fully enjoy our time off
Categories:
rubbing, beautiful, blessing, god, thank
Form: Free verse
End Up Rubbing You Wrong
A buzzard can be compared to an assumption
Central theme on their mind is consumption
And they never will ever leave you alone
Until all of the meat is picked to the bone.
Now that there is not a thing left at all
Mouth is stuffed full and can no longer call
On ground, he is too heavy and will wallow
Until deciding that he did have to swallow.
So the very same goes for ego and pride
Even though all tricks of trade you tried
Piece of poem in mouth is like a putrid song
Rousing your feathers while rubbing you wrong.
Almost sounds like some politicians I know.
Categories:
rubbing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet
The days just seem to be whizzing by
In a month I'll be seventy-eight
Seems like just a few years have passed
Since going on my very first date
Exciting days of discovering new things
The world was shiny and new
A little bit scary but an absolute blast
Disappointments I've had just a few
All in all it's been a fabulous journey
Stopping at many great ports
Wouldn't change a thing even if I could
But the journey was way too short
Maybe I'll return as a piece of sculpture
Observing your every move
Perhaps a treasured Stradivarius violin
Serenading visitors at the Louvre
Even come back as a well worn seat
In a popular Hollywood restaurant
Rubbing bums with some famous people
What more could a simple guy want
The days just seem to be whizzing by
In a month I'll be seventy-eight
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
rubbing, age,
Form: Quatrain
Come into my fantasy universe
My cavenest
I sit under a waterfall
Water splashes off my skin
He comes behind my neck
With a kiss
Rubbing my body in passion
A nice gentle squeeze
My head falls back
My legs get so , so , so weak
He catches me with a kiss
Lays my body on the ground
Kissing each and every part
He could
Feel this excitement
I feel
This fairyland
I dream
The heat, I feel inside
Making love
Oh, sweet fantasy love
Underneath this beautiful, waterfall
Categories:
rubbing, adventure, art, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Light Verse
Don't you think you've done enough hurt?
Taking me for all that I'm worth?
Now you want to rub it in my face!
I'm trying hard to act as if you don't exist.
Just to let you know,
you're not even missed!
I hope you're both happy,
and life is all roses,
cause people like you,
only have turned up noses!
I'm not glad cause I got to see
how people like you,
use people like me!
I've been watching it for awhile,
should have seen it coming from a mile!
You both deserve each other,
you're both backstabbing and fake!
Thats the only thing
out of you I can make.
You're just the kind that likes to take!
Someday in hell,
you'll both bake!
Categories:
rubbing, life, lost love, natural
Form: Free verse
Spiraled fingerprints
spinning placidly forward
fingers round and round
moving inward and outward
backward like a beet bulb
from the earth and falling
in circles furrowing
arced lines and curved strength
of muscle memory holding
me mindful of long time you
then and now pressing further
through freckles and primordial fuzz
Categories:
rubbing, husband,
Form: Free verse