Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Fourth’s here
all cheer
big crowd
so loud
hot cooks
grilling
others
chilling
time to
say grace
feast is
in place
drinking
eating
neighbors
greeting
children
running
teen girls
sunning
many
schmoozing
old guys
snoozing
waning
daylight
flag flies
grand sight
more than
token!
pledge is
spoken
God bless
U. S.
last perks
fireworks
Crystallized red, gold, green nocuous clang
of vertigo, bird-toons tweeting, knees on the rocks,
rolling eyes, coverlet-lids closing, discovered
in fetal position, cocooned in butterfly net.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Shouldn’t you use the bathroom?”
“Your coffee’s gone cold.”
Vortex of colors inside chromatic coma, schmoozing muse -
her elixir mixed with vibrancy, deliciousness, chamomile.
Rippling sounds of waterfalls, crooning creeks, sentient sleep.
Lips murmuring as if in meditation, rambling in fevered state,
alliterative, rhyming, tossing crumbs and cookies, tasting
death and birth - primordial sampling, inordinate linguistics.
Rip Van Winkle at your side. He’s been kryptonized,
espoused likewise - in dreams and nightmares, terrorized
and raptured by a sea of imagery of red, gold and green—
might awaken in twenty years…twenty years that disappear.
9/21/2021
I couldn’t live without my phone
Although when I was younger,
Since mobile phones did not exist,
I didn’t have that hunger.
I waited ‘til I got back home
To call a friend for schmoozing.*
My mom would write a message,
If I got one, for perusing.
Encyclopedias were there
To look up information.
No Google at my fingertips –
That was the situation.
A Kodak camera using film
Took photos that I needed.
Alarm clocks woke me up
So my anxiety receded.
Each application on my phone –
The games and WAZE and weather –
Are things I never had on hand,
At least not all together.
I lived without them easily,
Not feeling discontented
Until, of course, the year in which
The iPhone was invented!
*chatting, shooting the breeze
How many remember pitching horseshoes
Dating myself, remember when we schmoozed
Naughty that was
Today, no big fuss
Normal as pooping, it's no longer big news
Some say I'm different, is that good or bad?
Clarification's required for this mangy old lad
Methinks I'm oozing
With charm and schmoozing
Yea or nay, the epitome of joy, I might add!
At night Flossie often went cruising.
With men, she went way beyond schmoozing.
So freely she bed-hopped;
then one day her fun stopped.
How'd she get the clap? So confusing!
Promiscuous people are daring!
While lovin' free, they may be sharing
more than they intended;
and then, to be mended,
they must have long-term doctor's caring.
Clap--gonorrhea
April 27, 2017
Just came back from a Star Wars viewing
“FANTASTIC” now I understand all the hulaballooing
It sure blew me away
Don't know what else to say
No words can describe it, my mind is schmoozing
© Jack Ellison 2015
Rusty colours
Immature eddies
Various swirls by meeting the shallows
Easy life for birds – paddling and schmoozing
Robust banks discipline the flow
Rapid somewhat move through the narrows
Under river fish playing with the water
Naughty fish playing!
Shallow deposits
Steady talking water
Timid waves throw floating leaves
Energetic dog puts splashy paw prints
Along the smoother bank
Diving dipping bird: it has dived to fish
Young river to grand river
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Rumblings
Irritable eddies
Violent swirling
Eager fish only challenge it
Rapids
Raving bank smashes
Unprovoked now provoked
Nasty river messages
Surprising depth
Water rush
Ill tempered negotiating
Living a struggle
Deaths
I walked into the hardware store,
A place I’d never been before,
And knew that I would surely find
Exactly what I’d had in mind.
The narrow aisles were like a maze
Which led to crowded wall displays.
The owner, deep in heavy schmoozing,*
Left me to my own perusing.
Finally, I earned a glance
And asked him if he had, perchance,
A drainage trap or some such thing
To catch a slipped-off wedding ring.
He pointed to a set of shelves
(I guess we had to help ourselves)
And then went back into his chat,
Not budging from the place he sat.
The whole time I was on my search
He prattled from his counter perch,
Not caring if I would prevail
Or even if he’d make a sale.
I found my prize, he named a price
And handed me my merchandise.
His goodbye smile said, “Good for you!
You found it, like I knew you’d do!”
*conversing
Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight.
No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.
No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.
Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging big bucks
for twenty-eight days of schmoozing
to turn off the boozing,
and swallowing mega-vitamin pills
to ward off the chills,
or sit in circles with stories to tell
from like-minded survivors of hell.
More humane we're trying to be
even offering treatment for free
but it is still a choice at any cost.
To choose a sober life or, to an early death be lost.
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