I've grown quite weary of negative poems full of sarcasms
It's true we're separated on many issues by deep chasms
We see things differently; shades of gray, black and white
but please stop demeaning others when critically some write
about government and vaccines as if you're having spasms?
Stop accusing people of wanting to live in an ivory tower
What are you hungry for? Do you seek recognition or power?
Freedom still exists in America, but if you don't agree
say goodbye to her shores and come face to face with reality.
Negativity breeds doom and gloom from voices that are sour.
Write of the beauty of Nature, or the good things people do
There's no need to harp on and on. It's redundant to boo hoo.
If writing about politics and religion ruffles feathers of peers,
focus on something else. All you have to do is change gears.
Writing positive poetry is a goal I ardently hope we will pursue.
Don't like to harp on the subject of sex
But it sure gets my libido a-going by heck
Ladies in bikinis are fine
But they're a dollar a dime
Need a statuesque blonde with a stunning rear deck
Bernadette, ex-midinette,
now leaving Paris:
shop-girl day before.
Paris takes long time to leave,
with all the arrondissements...
Bernadette, ex-midinette
swaps shop-girl airs
for country air.
Paris now seen distantly:
the Eiffel Tower.
Perfect future lies in front
near Lille, or similar.
Shop-girl the day before.
Tells me not to harp on this
and holds up middle finger.
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A midinette is a Parisian shop-girl.
5/1/2015
I tend to harp on the happy life
That I've been so lucky to have had
One of the fortunate ones that's for sure
Since I was just a wee lad
Why me, at times I've wondered
But really don't want a reason
Content to accept my very good fortune
My love is one for all seasons
Must have performed a special good deed
To deserve such a life so glorious
Guess I could classify my role up till now
As purely phantasmagorias
As I sail on forth to my golden years
Giving thanks for a life of love
Feel more fortunate than one man deserves
As the love light shines from above
I tend to harp on my happy life
That I've been so lucky to have had
Won't question the reason I've been chosen
To live this life filled with glad
© Jack Ellison 2015
I know of a guy, who just can’t sit up straight,
Anytime you look at him he’s in an inclined state.
It seems he always has to lean to one side or the other,
I’d tell him to sit up straight, but then again I’m not his mother.
Whatever’s wrong with him, he’s not a very sturdy fellow,
There’s always the possibility that his spine’s made out of Jell-O.
He might have a syndrome that always makes him lean,
To harp on his posture then might be kind of mean.
I think that it’s plain to see that it’s energy that he lacks,
That’s why, when he sits, he looks like melted candle wax.
It certainly says a thing or two about his lack of ambition,
When into the Earth’s gravity he reclines in full submission.
I know that in Italy they have a leaning tower,
Probably built by a guy like him working at half power.
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