Going, gasping, grasping for breath
Doing, dreading, dancing for death
Walking a mile away, just to be a mile near the end
Friend, fiend, foe all walk hand in hand.
I leave, and the leaves rustle under my feet
The sound of crunch leaves me sceptical, I feel close to a freak
Freaking out at each sound,
I wonder how sound my mind is?
Wonders all around, yet all I see is the dark in light
Suddenly my head feels light, in my eyes shadows of dancing butterflies.
And I eyed to see the world around
All aloof, all astute and amidst all- an anybody
An anybody who shares my body
And a part of the soul who faces fate
It's face of figure walking in the soles of dead.
Where am I now
At end of the tail, or just the beginning of tale
Every body looks for a difference
And I look upon with deference.
25.07.2021
Nine months of gestational pain
But for me you bore it with a smile
When it hurts me even a little
Your heart beat stop for a while
When I am near you
Your love wraps me and care
When I am far from you
Your blessings shield me there
When I am sick
Your magical touch makes pain shoo away
When I am scared
Your voice makes my fear run away
In success your praise gives me strength to keep up
In failure your encouragement lets me not to give up
When things are going wrong you hold me strong
Like threads of a quilt
Even when times are hard
You smile like a flower whose petals never wilt
Your love gives me protection
Mom you truly are an epitome of affection
I am so blessed with this special gift from above
I thank God for sending you
To guide me through and shower your love
I am thankful to you for all you do
I love you too mom as much you do
Moments teeming with mistakes
Couldn’t hold my life at ransom
As reason raised stakes
In inventions that wouldn’t blossom.
Moments steeped in illusion
Couldn’t diminish dangers I faced
As I dabbled in delusion
Despite revered rites I disgraced.
Moments awash with wanton wishes
Couldn’t spare me the scorn
I courted when I depleted fishes
From bays and coves in Capricorn.
Moments bereft of honour
Couldn’t shoo away the shame I earned
When with open eyes I courted dishonor
Despite liturgical lessons I learned.
Your ship will sink and your star will fall
So you'd better be prepared
I hope you're well seated when you hit that wall
And the spotlight dims its glare
You step from your car like a debutante
You have everything you could ever want
Have you stopped to consider the ones you snub
Are the ones that have put you there?
The diamond bracelet on your wrist
That accentuates your tan
Rakes the rocks across your skin
As you "shoo" away your fans
You've got more wealth than you could ever spend
But ya don't seem to have it when ya hear from a friend
And ya "won't be signing any autographs"
At the festival de Cannes
You must be aware that you're gettin' old
And ya bore the paparazzi (or so I'm told)
It's a pity your grace can't act for you
As well as your ego can.
Limericks are really the fun part of poetry
Takes only a jiffy to achieve such verbosity
Readers enjoy them too
They shoo away the blues
Help you deal with life's issues copiously
Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain
Of someone most deserving
Of Sunnyside, his proud domain.
His name? Washington Irving.
He also wrote a tale of note
About one Rip Van Winkle
Who found a sleeping antidote
To shoo away each wrinkle.
His home, intact, you can, in fact,
Both tour and pay a visit.
The costumed guide will not distract
From landscape most exquisite.
With river view, we wandered through
The rooms that Irving favored
And sampled life the way he knew
When simple joys were savored.
A worthwhile trip and here’s a tip –
Before you go farewelling,
The gift shop’s one you shouldn’t skip –
Cool souvenirs they’re selling!
I'm your little Blankie, made by loving hands..
By Angels who are filled with kindness,
and will always understand..
I'll wrap myself around you, to keep
you warm at night..
And I'll still be covering you with love,
come the morning light..
I'm here to soothe your anxious fears,
and ease out all the pain..
To keep the sunlight in your life, and
shoo away the rain..
The colors and the patterns were created
just for you..
And if you take a real good look, you'll see
an Angelic hue..
So bundle up within me, and cuddle me
all around..
I'm sure the comfort that you seek,
will surely now be found..
We never meant
to say sorry
it was more of a smoke filled
tiring of breathless gills
The morning wakes us all
all too soon
cats on tables
and cigarettes without a flume
Time tells
all of us will die
hard to be black and white
tend to shoo away little smiles
Time has a great grace
of wage and handfuls
of terrible mistakes
I heard today
he shot him
little sleepy town in minnesota
been dreaming of death
and how sad that from now on
the man i once knew
will never see daylight again
what is wrong with us
society is a
filth of regret
might fly back and visit him in prision one day
just to say hello
mistakes of others make you feel desperate
no use in making amends
talked to my dad tonight,
gonna send me some money for Christmas
i can see his lights,
and the brilliant display
how i miss them,
unlike no other
my dad, my sister and of course
my drug addicted brother
aint to late to go back,
but for what?
just maybe only for them cause no matter what happens
my family is my heart, my soul, and my kin.
When I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will spew flames at those who dare
lift a hand and bruise your soul.
I will grind down to ash the person
that ever makes you feel small, or less than.
I will break the bones of those
who think your body is only theirs
to do what they want with.
I will shoo away the ghosts
that attempt to haunt you
in your darkest hour.
I will cradle you, as I did
when you once smelled of baby powder,
when your heart breaks from
first love,
first loss,
first pain
from those awful things you can't comprehend.
I will be your anchor,
when everything is flailing
and the wind is overpowering
and the storm is threatening to drown you.
Come back to me,
always.
Because when I say:
I will fight to the death for you,
it means
I will light the world on fire for you
even if I get
burned along the way.
She used to stalk her imagination, from her perch in the shadow, on the sill,
And I still step over the spot in the darkness of the grapevine
Where she used to wait for anyone to pass by, while we pretended not to see her,
So that she could attack your ankles and see how far she could claw you, Before you ran away.
Feline objects were her enemy, and the other two hounds in her pack,
Pretended to be scared of her, and they were.
Little fishies were her delight, and flowers were nosed off to the side,
But now the birds in the vine can relax and even go to sleep.
We loved her too much, and sometimes she loved us in return
Her little chirp, and her lioness purr, we can still hear
As we see her sprawled out on the kitchen floor,
A wolf; a tiger; and a friend.
All those of allergic persuasion were magnets to her fur
Peeling off her, as she rubbed and watched them grimace, too polite
To shoo away such an adorable creature; but their sneezes did the rest.
A piece of rope was a snake, so she jumped,
And then pretended that she knew all along, just to make us laugh.
We still do...
( written after my cat Pandora was killed by a car...)
The hammock invites
Fantasy of flight.
Not now though, small boy in tow
"Grangee, watch me play
I'll dump fresh mowed hay,"
His imagination grows
Cat and dog take place
At my sides in space.
Hammock starts to slip and slide.
Scat cat; shoo away
dog before doomsday.
Zip, flip onto the floor bruised pride
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: A Lovely Alouette
Written: September 05, 2014
I fell out of the hammock yesterday
my head hit the wall with a very
hard blow..I am having headaches
and neck pain as well as low spinal
problems since the fall.."Pride goeth
before destruction and a haughty
spirit before a fall" Proverbs 16:18..
I wonder what God wants me to learn..
Hold on to your seat kids
for you are about to meet me!
I am the super hero who can be
any thing you want me to be!
I can make you be a bear
or a giraffe or a hound!
I can make you be famous
or fly all around!
I can be your best friend
when you feel you have none,
and even on the rainiest days
I can bring you the sun.
I am always here for you
at your beck and call,
I'll be the hero you need
to be the ruler of all.
But just so you know
I can be the side kick too
because maybe sometimes
the hero is you!
I can be the hero you need
to make your dreams, too
and let you be the one
that makes them come true.
I can be there for you
day and night
I can shoo away your troubles,
worries, and fright.
because I have no here lair
or home or station.
My super here name?
It's imagination.
Nothing is more exhilarating
Than the first warm day of spring
As we shoo away old man winter
Listening to the birdies sing
Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips
Popping up to greet the day
Laughter reigns in nature's abode
Through the merry month of May
It feels like a whole brand new start
The world is young once more
Filled with joy and great expectations
As we knock on summer's door
Gayly sailing into the season ahead
Let's first enjoy the moment
A moment each year of true renewal
The joyful season of content
© Jack Ellison 2013
A bit premature perhaps?
I sleep so can I dream
to find me in a world I can be
to play with my dad while
My mom waits for me
with several cups of tea
Distant relations I not even know
Childhood friends forgotten long ago
tug along and raise a lot of cheer
I find myself cocooned
in the midst of near and dear
God wakes me to the reality of hell
O’ No! I want to sleep for ever
and stay in my happy dreams
As I stand near the grave
I shoo away the birds around
My dad is dreaming deep inside
Leave me at peace, let me sleep
To build a fire demands the stamp of time,
A stamp that many know, but few employ.
Success means glow of light sublime
And greater time its warmth will they enjoy.
So many claim to know this flame's embrace,
But miss enduring embers, hot as one
Would ever need, but no! The panicked pace
Of lonely hearts do seek the searing sun.
I ask a simple thing: look past the flare
That kindling creates and lower logs
Much larger on the fire. This kind of care
Will shoo away the dark that light defogs.
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