Short Lower Poems
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Every dollar that I spend
Is one less for you in the end
Think about that concept friend
It's not that hard to comprehend
Walking on the streets
Which my ancestors came to
To find a better life
Those gentle folk will always
Have a place in my hearts'core
Lower Boom On Trump
On Trump we must lower boom;
He had caused country's doom;
Always lying,
And alibiing;
Swept all away with big broom.
Jim Horn
There lived a lady named Grace
She sure had a gorgeous young face
The gents would swoon
And howl at the moon
Setting their lower regions aflame
There once lived a lady named Grace
She sure had a gorgeous young face
The laddies would swoon
And howl at the moon
She would set their lower regions ablaze
How's your lower east side making out
Mine's fine 'cept I creak when out and about
Maybe an old war injury
Too young for the infantry
War ended, was wounded as a Boy Scout
My very first kiss sent me flying to the moon
Even remember the date, 'twas the 20th of June
My head exploded
With joy I was loaded
As my lower region swelled up like a ballon
lower back pain
ow! ow! ow!
hurts to sit
hurts to stand
hurts to lie down
It feels like someone kicked me in the kidneys
I remember my dad’s ice packs
He had the same infliction
Thanks Dad
There once lived a lady named Grace
She sure had a gorgeous young face
The laddies would swoon
And howl at the moon
She would set their lower regions ablaze
© Jack Ellison 2015
This is me, no pretensions, or put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my lower echelons
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing our national anthem with timbre
This is me, no airs, pretensions, or put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my lower echelons
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre
Hard to hide my drooling when that sweetie comes in
Try to appear composed but I dribble down to my chin
Not very classy
But with this sassy lassie
Even this dude loses control of his lower limb
The thrill of my lips pressing softly on yours
The scent of jasmine, Mr. Happy's making overtures
Nothing outrageous golly gee
Just innocent repartee
Perhaps grabbing handfuls of your lower coiffure
Hard to hide my drooling when that special sweetie comes in
Try to appear calm but I dribble right on down to my chin
Not very classy
But this sassy lassie
Even this cool dude loses control of his lower limb
In lower realms, where darkness reigns
Knowing upon us dawns
Trauma bonding with ego chains
Soul before evil fawns
Yet here too we are free
Sans lust, hate and envy
If we so choose to be
Fear overwhelms
In lower realms
13-March-2022
Quietus
Past the House of Sages
Past the Arab owned
bodega
past the Spanish people playing dominoes
Towards my home
on the Lower East Side
We on the Lower East Side
are spending our lives
in the asphalt homelaqnd
while we make love
to the urban landscape
In lower realms, where darkness reigns
Lust and rage dominate
Love’s opaqued by dark feral stains
Souls tremble at hell’s gate
Love with love doesn’t pair
Angels too tread with care
Save The Buddha, none dare
Fear overwhelms
In lower realms
15-January-2022
Quietus
grandma, She rises from her gentle bed,
grandma, With thoughts of kittens in her head,
grandma, She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Lower face, lips jaw sticky/messy..
You see granny had forgotten her "teeth" on the night stand..next to a jar of taffy.
6/1/19
Awakening from "Slavery in Egypt"
I head downstairs to check my e - mail
and eat a free breakfast
My stomach satisfied
I pick up a pen and write an ode
Poetry grows on the fabled Lower East Side
Where my grandparents came
when they fled attacking Cossacks
and took flight to the USA
and one of my grandmothers
was in the Emma Lazarus club
Take that, Trump!
the truth is inconvenient
as also unapologetic
but when voiced
is resisted
conflict looms
not of our making
we view as unfortunate
the decline of righteousness
although outcomes matter not
we stand for what is honest
nonchalantly observing
deviousness at play
it is not for us
to educate the other
but we would lessen ourself
if we cowardly look the other way
Walked over to the local tea shop
and had a blueberry and a jade green tea
The owner and his wife - a nurse(!)
were there
The owner has some of my poetry chapbooks
I traded the last one for a cup of green tea and a
blueberry muffin - a profit of $2.00
Sent out a poem - in English
to the anthology again
Started an article on the life of Longfellow
$50 if I get it published
Now it’s come to our attention
Of a matter needing mention
It concerns nature’s call
And applies to one and all.
You may think us rather rash
But this issue’s creating a splash
It concerns the alarming notion
Of abnormally large bowel motions.
In the interests of health and safety
It’s a workplace obligation you see
The CEO now demands
Anything over 10 pounds must be lowered in by hand.
I need to lower the bar
the measure I'm using is wrong
I look too deep inside
and quickly move along
it's not that I ask too much
romance and a love to hold
seeking one that is true
a heart that is made of gold
do you think there are any left?
someone who can rock my world
a kindred spirit that wants the same
and can make my heart unfurl
I need to lower the bar
the measure I'm using is wrong
I look too deep inside
and quickly move along
Past the bodegas
the House of Sages
Past the children playing
in the yard
Past the drugstore
chains
Past the basketball
hoops - - which remind
me
of a class at Brooklyn College
Past the ice cream trucks
and the kosher bakery
Past the supermarkets
Hearing people
discuss old politics
I head to my home
The Lower East Side
seeing my friends, avoiding my enemies
Looking for peace - as night falls
on Losaida - my home on the Lower East Side