Short Harpooned Poems

Already your letter crumbles
S’s and f’s and remnants of 
Harpooned words
Eaten greedily by the goblin of
Squandered adoration


3/29/11

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What evil lurks in the hearts of men, “Only The Shadow Knows”
An introduction to an old radio thriller, scared me down to my toes
But had to stay tuned
The bad guys harpooned
Three cheers for justice, one of the great radio shows...

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What evil lurks in the hearts of men, “Only The Shadow Knows”
An introduction to an old radio thriller, scared me down to my toes
But had to stay tuned
The bad guys harpooned
Three cheers for justice, one of the great radio shows


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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All I’ve got to give is the best I can;
This version of me is fiery, fine tuned;
I can be an emotional woman,
that’s the poet within being harpooned;
In a way that’s how our journey began,
from the first moment I was all consumed;
Babe, it ain’t ever gonna be easy,
but like the song says you have ‘Faithfully’....

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A man did dream
And harpooned a Marlin
And brought with him,
But a monstrous fin.

A dame did dream
Of marrying a rich prince;
She cracked her urn
And broke her dream.

A man did dream
Of nabbing an assassin
But found in him
The greatest sin.

“Do dream, do dream,”
Ear drums resound,
But dreams – are dreams,
They just abound....

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Oh, to have skin that's thick and tough
Where nothing's really strong enough
To penetrate and cause a wound,
Too thick to even be harpooned.

Some lucky souls are built that way
And keep life's stings and barbs at bay,
Protected by such armored skin
That nothing hurtful trickles in.

Alas, my skin's like cellophane;
Each minor pinprick causes pain.
An upgrade to a thicker hide
Would help slough off my wounded pride....

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For my Zephr Angel of muse and light.



In this embrace of zephyr,
in gossamer wings of my thoughts—

I breathe your scent,

and feel your touch.

Your features glow

in the colors of affection.
Your touch caresses my soul
to phantom depths.

Once I have seen you cross

the harpooned-golden moon,
like swans swooning in grace

upon the glass lake.

Spellbound for ages,

I have longed and waited

for your glimpse once more....

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aeolian mist of Bretagne
as the orange
sun cannonballs into the
ocean depths. shrillness
of sound on shepherd peaks,
trembles down on panic-grass.
sprites and sirens toss’d from their sleep.
the earth violates, the sea
surmounts.
                        trident stabbed whale —
                        hearty breakfast in
                        the fisherman’s bed.

11/22/2020
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