Short Twenty Four Seven Poems
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If you think ants are busy, you should seek
Barry the beaver living down by Chesapeake
Gnawing down trees with every tooth in his head
Barry works twenty-four seven and will ‘til he’s dead.
Niagara Falls keeps falling “twenty-four seven”
A world-famous spectacle within driving distance
Should visit more often
Our hearts it does soften
Nature's crowning glory in our own backyard, it's heaven
Your smile captivates my soul
Your eyes make me melt inside
Your smell takes me back to
The very first time we made love
This is what gets me through the day
I would have it no other way
You take my breath away
Form:
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Road rage—
Osama,
Oboma—
JFK,
Blown away—
Thin ties,
Tie dyes—
Ernest Tubb,
Beelzebub!
WMD,
Wannbe—
John McCain
Still a pain—
911,
Twenty-four seven—
JonBennet,
Turned away—
Poetry,
Geometry—
James Dean,
Was a queen—
Hurricane,
Insane—
Bettie Page,
Still the rage.
Winter's arrival signals my departure
hidden by soft snow in the ground
When Spring returns, I emerge from hard mud
on sidewalks and in plush flowerbeds
I'd love to warm myself, to lay in the sun
but I'm on the look-out twenty-four/seven
for a worm's sworn enemy, the dreaded bird
Discretion, please: Shh! ~ Don't breathe a word
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Even if it bothers ya
to think about it..
The only person
you're guaranteed to live with
twenty-four seven
is your own self.
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This addendum is only for the form wonks out there.. if you're not a form wonk, please disregard... k, here goes...
Yep, EPIC!!...
(narcissism runs in my family), so sue me ;)
C-ontinuous flow of time
R-emains the same as before;
I-t runs twenty-four-seven,
N-ot minding moments
G-alore.
M-ovement of time is nonstop,
A-s it's shown fifth of January;
C-easeless cadence and motion
A-re unnoticed when one is busy.
L-yrics written in acrostic
O-ffer a beautiful rhyme;
L-ovely lines are a reflection
O-n the passage of
T-ime.
I taste your lips
Sense your presence
Dream while awake
Suffer in silence
Thinking of you
Craving your touch
Raging with fever
Desire's too much
Close my eyes
In need of a rest
Think of you more
Mind's in distress
Imagine your lips
Warm with charm
My aching body
Longs for your arms
Hunger your kiss
Need you near
Twenty-four seven
I pray you hear
With its ups and downs and turning around
Life's a journey ,twenty-four seven;
From newborn to novice,even in high office
Life's a journey ,twenty-four seven;
Trials and temptations,ventures and vexations
Life's a journey ,twenty-four seven;
Learning or yearning,twisting or turning
Life's a journey ,twenty-four seven;
Betrothed to beloved,companion to consort
Life's a journey ,twenty-four seven.
We have no surveillance tapes
No ring doorbell to capture strangers or friends
Our house could be unlocked day, night and on weekends
Our dogs like the inside door open
So, they can look out the glass door on the outside
Our dog doors are open twenty-four seven
So, critters can get in if they need to
They do not stay long
Our dogs are the size of ponies
Which is also why we never have to lock our doors
Write humor, sing of joy!
Sing of the beauty of rabbits
and toys.
Shout from the rooftops about
the of the beauty of winds
and the trees.
Weep over loss and heartaches
or sting of bumblebees!
Of courage or perhaps a little girl's
skinned knees.
Just sit at the computer,
twenty four seven, no sleep shall
you take.
One day, suddenly, you are in poetry heaven.
Gratefully, wide awake!
October 7,2019
A fly on the wall sees nothing at all
apart from the dung on which it will crawl.
But people will say I wish I were so,
then they could know what others don’t know.
Stare at the grifters, the losers, the cheats
while sitting quite still and sucking some sweets.
For life on a wall that is not your own
is palpably simple, when mud’s to be thrown.
But now we’re ALL flies caught in the wide web,
watch twenty-four seven our chosen celeb.
Around and round and round the clock,
Twenty four seven,
Never will we close our eyes,
Until we go to heaven.
Time,
Time is what,
We're not taking slow,
So if you think you'll lose the plot,
Out the door you go.
On this road,
We're sure to face,
An obstical or two,
If they succeed to slow the pace,
Well you know what to do.
After all,
We're all only here,
Once in our life,
So dont hold back,
Or be bound by fear,
And roll those f**kin dice...
S-ome say love is blind,
H-aving not seen defect;
E-ven if there are faults,
E-verything it views is perfect.
N-othing compares though to the Lord's greatest love;
A-s far as God is concerned, it watches all from above.
E-yes of the greatest love
C-learly gaze at reality;
O-pen twenty-four-seven,
B-ringing curse to enemy.
I-n thirteenth October morn
S-alvation one can find;
A-lmighty Father is just,
G-reatest love isn't blind.
I jumped on a bullfrog’s back.
He screamed, startled.
I calmed him down.
Then we started talking.
Coffee, lunch, no suppers.
He is my guy now.
But I had to take things slowly
And pretend I was subtle.
Sedate little me, bullfrog’s girl.
Façade in place twenty-four seven,
So I can get his side of the story
On the Lily Pad murders.
What I wouldn’t do for a story,
I have not discovered yet.
Girl Reporter signing out.
Good night, fans. Shh.
I have written thousands of poems,
I have poured out my inner thoughts.
I have given the world my gift of writing,
And I have written down a lot.
I have no time to dwell on one piece,
For it will prevent my next.
Sometimes I even surprise myself,
And do things I wouldn’t expect.
I write and deliver series of poems,
Though many are sad, I’m a happy man.
But as I work twenty-four seven at this,
I have earned handfuls of empty hands.
Lying comfy within the womb
Listening to the soft lullaby
Of mothers heartbeat
Your own private space
Why would anyone want
To leave this place?
A picture of serenity
Nature at her very best
Food and drink on tap
Twenty-Four, seven
Why would anyone want
To leave this heaven?
Been there almost nine months
Time to leave soon
Get ready for the big entrance
Into the real world
Do not worry, do not fear
People who love you
Are waiting here
Form:
I taste your lips
Sense your presence
Dream while awake
Suffer in silence
Thinking of you
Craving your touch
Raging with fever
Desire's too much
Close my eyes
In need of a rest
Think of you more
Mind's in distress
Imagine your lips
Warm with charm
My aching body
Longs for your arms
Hunger your kiss
Need you near
Twenty-four seven
I pray you hear
I taste your lips
Sense your presence
Dream while awake
Suffer in silence
© Jack Ellison 2013
Empty the prisons
let felons roam free
get rid of the police
disarm the peeps
catastrophic experiments
at the expense of citizens
crime sky high
riots are America's new pastime
the great purge has begun, folks
twenty-four -seven-three sixty-five-
Heaven has to hire more security
Saint Peter's gate has become unruly
angels are twitchy, armed to the wing
the seamstresses are growing fatigued
they're quickly running out of string
heaven's prisons are quickly filling up