Reactions trolls give never give me negative
more the opposite, a great positive
seeking to collapse my spirit until forgotten
attracting spirit of "thank God I'm not them"
If the song to you sombre
and you protest in comment
making unhappiness last longer
cause negativity more constant
when I'm displeased I will move on
search a pleasing as is my need
I don't comment like a moron
wait for miserable replies to read
psychology sits sorrily
as you cliche unoriginal
septic personalities
to me only pitiful
you distribute your negative,
in life this what you do,
a gift of positive,
pleased I'm not you
Categories:
sorrily, internet, irony, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
He couldn’t fit his shopping cart
And suitcase through the door
And screamed at the conductor
(Quite a challenge to ignore).
Once seated, he spread out and then
Removed his socks and shoes.
Assessing just how nuts he was,
This added to the clues.
I glanced his way and sorrily,
I somehow caught his eye.
He then began describing
That the air was awful. Why?
The radiation on the train
Was there to make us sick,
But only some could feel it –
Those intelligent and slick.
I transferred cars while he still raved
And finished out my ride
In uneventful fashion
‘Til the trip home did provide
Another whacko, eating fries
And blaring on her phone
A news report in which
A screeching baby had been shown.
Incessantly, that baby wailed;
She played it on a loop.
I hoped that some brave soul
Would to the rescue somehow swoop.
But no – I had to listen
For we urbanites pretend
That it’s normal on the subway
For the crazies to offend.
Categories:
sorrily, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Rockwell was my rock
The reason I became
A graphic designer
Seeking fortune & fame
Achieved my portion
Of the fortune part
And fame, at least locally
Graphics was my art
Long before computers
I will king of the hill
Even after, my design skills
Were valued still
Worked on the art table
Longer than most
Wasn't sent out to pasture
Till later, I can boast
I still miss the challenge
That faced me each day
A big part still longs
To revisit yesterday
Surely at my happiest
While practicing my art
That pleased my clients
'Twas the best part
Receiving recognition
I sorrily still miss
Coz I know I'm still able
Now I just reminisce
Norman Rockwell was my rock!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
sorrily, art,
Form: Quatrain
- On the day my Father died
Loss opened a chasm wide
A hole in which I fell inside
To crawl upon proud Pity's ride.
- Anger engineered that fateful train
Which I rode in fog through Trouble's rain
Deep into tunnels black of Emotion's pain
As images blurred in my shocked brain.
- But even as my world on tilt did rock
Peace chipped away at my numbed block
Friends who had witnessed Dad's Christian walk
Protected and soothed me from Rage's selfish mock.
- As with a coin toss; it's either head or tail
I could remain bound by Loss' mourning wail
Or choose to walk on Love's precious golden trail
With quickened strides of strength not frail.
- Dad said, 'That even through Pain and Loss
A Christ anchored ship weather's all pitch and toss!'
So while Life chooses to leave a gilded gloss
That coin is now placed at the Foot of the Cross! Amen!
Sorrily missed but never forgotten;
John Anthony entered God's Kingdom
September 26, 2003 71 years young!
This is for all those that are left with the wisdom,knowledge,
love and respect of their Dad and would trade anything for a minute
more with him! Remembering Father's Day
©6/6/2012
Categories:
sorrily, death, devotion, faith, family,
Form: Rhyme
Tyrannosaurus bit the dust;
Velociraptor, too.
Triceratops and stegosaurus
Vanished from our view.
We’ve all heard of extinction,
Which is where the dinos went;
But a “saurus” fled that fate
And did survive, to some extent.
What I speak of is thesaurus,
Thick and mighty in its power.
The words it holds inside
Should make a lowly mortal cower.
Yet one can access what it hides
And tame it for its treasure.
A little effort lets one reap
Rewards too huge to measure.
Alas, most folks are not aware
This cryptic beast exists;
Thus, lackluster vocabulary
Sorrily persists.
If writers do not nurture it
Before their words are inked,
Someday soon the grand thesaurus
Will join those who are extinct.
for PD's Dinosaur contest
Categories:
sorrily, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme