Short Brass Poems
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Posterity be damned,
today is your reward
The future but an empty wish
—a sheath without a sword
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Athlete kabob meat to skewer
Olympic games meet the sewer
Those ratings too flat
Create new dangers that
Pander to the TV viewer
Vengeance worms in its way
after art of submission falls prey
Bass slap riff and chords ring funky,
beats that warm the brass monkey
She's raping me
She's all I'm sad
She taking me to
anger mad
That all my love
is things she has
For buns of steel
and heart of brass
Gazing across her stately field of daisies, this domain..
Gathering love's bouquet arranging they a repose's vase
In heart's boudoir a shooting star; sitting, atop Scarab's sill.
for just one moment
you held the brass ring
for a second in time
you had everything
brass wasn't good enough
you went for the gold
now your heart's empty
with no one to hold
Woke up this morning ready to fly
Each day's an adventure for you and I
Grab the brass ring
Sweet songs to sing
Spread your wings like a pretty butterfly
© Jack Ellison 2015
Upon my way here to visit with, my loving bro ~
While as once more finding myself in need
Of, side stepping all your dark tide poes....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, “Kiss My Brass.”
Form:
They come and go, life's ups and downs
Keep your head above water, try not to drown
It's a beautiful adventure
Grab the brass ring and remember
With it's joys and pitfalls, it's the only show in town
Brass Knuckles
Miracle Man
9/8/2024
I once new a man who thought he was bad,
He couldn’t make you do only wish you had.
In seeking a sequel,
along came his equal.
The sequel was wearing a knuckle do dad.
Much like the “cracker jack prize”
At the bottom of the box
As candy lore goes.
That unique badge of honor
For those who would dive deep
To grasp the brass button.
Beware this lure full of
Deceit.
Along the way you may yourself
Delete.
mmm was she
was she Italian
or Hispanic nor
either no brainer
no breather
gasping
album cover art
a photograph
for the tunes
on the cover
but me under
cover for the sales
of Whipped
Cream &
Other
Delights
or more towards
my tongue's fantasy
Form:
Now rejoice the sounding brass
Let trombones and trumpets sing
Choirs of Angels weep with joy
As the bells of Heaven ring
We mere mortals here on Earth
We live and love and fight and die
Concerned with petty differences
While orchestras play in the sky
Brass flower vase
Auctioned by millions
Stood in a nightstand
Rust lines on bottom
Reflect the memories
Encapsulated by time
Gold engraved initials
Symbol of blessed times
Dimmed by regrets
Polished with dedication
Brought back lost shine
Dulled by indifference
He played with the brass flute
The sound knocked him out of his boot
Symbols kicked him in his ass
Then called him third class
He thought the brass flute was a brute
Once again he tried to play the flute
His sounds were always toot, toot
Symbols gathered once again
Cauz, he wasn’t genuine
This time he was giving the boot
Oju Ide-- Brass eyes
Flashing across the scene
Witnessing the many sins
Unveiling men
As hollow beings
vile vibrating vehemently
Sounding like brass bells
settling in a place of inert
nesting like fallen logs
in a deadened hearth
repelling the usual
charming the unusual
while grappling with the curse
of a woven heart
Brass buttons on his green coat.
Pride of America but mostly his folks.
Proud to serve his country in war.
His coat is missing buttons it is torn.
He`s reported missing and presumed dead.
A nightmare all parents dread.
He died for the country he loved.
He`s in Heaven above.
His brass buttons shining in the sun.
God smiles and says "welcome home my son."
Their litter mates left one at a time
Except for Sass and Brass
They were worried; were they adoptable?
Would anyone want them?
Don’t worry their mother said. God has a plan.
They were taken together
To a home with an older couple.
They got cuddling and love.
Best of all they cuddled with each other.
Just like when they were first born.
God’s plan was great for them.
Brass that masquerades as gold,
Fit for any photo-fit, a counterfeit concealed.
I know, I know you,
Hiding naive amber under the Sun,
When you need not be devalued.
Glass that tries a diamond life
Won't shine the same despite its cut.
Not fit for their crowns-
The product of sand and not finer science-
But you don't need to be.
Gold is silent; brass can sing,
Your panes aren't made from diamond rings.
To change the way you were when born
Defames the way I love your form.