Witch sat and stewed after seeing her reflection at large
she was so scared at the dress shop, she forgot to say charge
she left empty handed, and is now sitting on her broom
clouded in a wakening of reflection that has brought her gloom
She still thought she was young, agile and pretty.
She looked in the mirror when she thought she was witty.
The old hag that looked back made her feel depressed and blue.
She thought she was twenty-seven, but she is actually seventy-two.
Don’t feel badly at all, her pumpkin team said.
In a few weeks, we will all be moldy and dead.
This did not brighten her outlook one little bit.
She actually gave a little kick to the non-caring chit.
The
percent,
one point three.
Thirteen of each
one thousand famous
musicians will likely
die at age twenty seven.
The, so called, Twenty Seven Club.
A tragic portent for young artists.
The truth is Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison
and Cobain died at twenty seven,
yes,a sad event, but Rick James,
Fogelberg, Roger Miller
and Billy Powell didn't.
They are members of
a unique group,
The Fifty
Six
Club.
In truth,
more artists
leave us at age
fifty six than do
at age twenty seven.
twenty two out of every
thousand, or two point two percent.
The twenty seven club is about
something different, not age but ageism.
09/19/2022
Twenty-Seven Club--not open to all,
nor is joining top of most people's list.
A club of sadness and shock midst the pall
of last birthdays--twenty-eighth was just missed.
Many well-knowns have passed at that young age,
to a better place, fans and music gone.
Rock stars overdose, leave a darkened stage
fans lay sweet bouquets, and then they move on.
Many don't look forward to twenty-six,
so fearful it might be their farewell year.
Feeling doomed to join Joplin and Hendrix,
yet still infuse the drugs they hold most dear.
This presents a huge conundrum to those
who want to keep their cake and eat it, too.
Can we feel sorrow when it's they who chose
a life expecting they'll pay club dues soon.
September 2, 2022
for Anthony Biaanco's The Twenty-Seven Club contest
Your voice goes so beautifully with the night sky .
Twenty-seven is eighteen plus nine.
The difference of thirty less three is fine.
If you're not a fool,
and you stay in school,
it's the square root of seven hundred twenty-nine!
Wonder if I ask politely, the great powers that be
Would increase the day's hours by just two or three
Not asking for much
My heart would be touched
Right now there's not even time for a pee
Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek
Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch
Jim's strange Doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven
5/24/20
Wonder if I ask politely, the great powers that be
Would increase the day's hours by just two or three
Not asking for much
My heart would be touched
Right now there's not even time to stop for a pee
D-awn in March twenty-seven
A-ims to leave the moon;
L-ight reaches the zenith,
E-ndorsing the
N-oon.
A-s the dawn in March twenty-seven
S-tops the dusk and twilight;
U-nderneath the bright sky,
N-o dark is in sight.
C-oal clouds turn white
I-n the wide blue heaven;
O-pen your eyes to the breaking
N-ew dawn in March twenty-seven.
Wonder if I ask politely, the great powers that be
To increase the day's hours by just two or three
Not asking for much
My heart would be touched
Right now there's not even time to stop for a pee
There was I brought into this world
December 27 nineteen fifty three
that is my birthday every year
celebrating this annually always to be
When in 1981 I got married to Jean
being her husband aged twenty seven
that was such a happy occasion
sadly she left quickly for heaven
I got married again in 1990
to Christine my love to this day
27 April was that special date
2015 celebrate our silver anniversary
As a lover of the holy scriptures
twenty seven is also my fav psalm
telling me God is my salvation
safe and secure in Him I am
So this number has shown itself
to be in my life so very often
making it really so very special
working with me a real true blend
(the number twenty seven has proved itself so very special in my life so this is written with that in mind.
To explain verse 2 that Jean my first wife died in 1982 believing in Jesus so flying off to heaven)
Red toenail polish
and your casted leg commands
all my attention
Wonder if I ask politely, the great powers that be
To increase the day's hours by just two or three
Not asking for much
My heart would be touched
Right now there's no time to stop for a pee
© Jack Ellison 2015
Try as I might there's no satisfying this flesh I'm in, not
the lusts of it of this indwelling sin but I'm in...the zone
when I turn up the volume my cup runeth over with joy
I'm more than a conqueror I still got power to...move
mountains out here I'm on my kirk franklin I dap it up
when I see it I know you see me hello fear I'm
so...unimpressed with the women in my side view and
the ones thats in front me I just say to myself thats old
news there's...gotta be a better way to impress me
besides your curves, what's between your legs and
enticing words I'm so over it, nothing in this flesh satisfys
my quenching hunger for more so that explains why I'm
so double minded about what I want but it describes who
I am just an old glass door I'm open...better yet you can
call me naked I wear my emotions in the open for anyone
to take it I base it...off nothing but high standards we as
people are so temporal but all we want is something
that's above average
Twenty-seven nightmares rolling
through the caverns of my mind,
dark and gruesome creatures crawling,
aged faces deeply lined.
When the waxing moon has settled,
sunk into the southern swamp,
thirteen demons manifesting,
I can hear their black hooves stomp.
Howling hounds of Hell are mating,
devil dogs inflicting pain,
sixteen banshees spinning, swirling,
blood is falling like the rain.
Broken brethren banned from Heaven,
six and six and six are they,
slyly shifting shapes to fool me,
begging me to come and play.
Heed the wizard's words of warning,
look not into the evil eye,
when the bell tolls one times three now,
ask questions not, nor wonder why.
Watch the ill wind toss the treetops,
lashing limbs with lethal rage,
feel the cold rain sharp as needles,
pine cones nature's hand grenades.
Cherry-red eyed Chupacabra,
hissing hot breath on my nape,
phantom footfalls far behind me,
nineteen omens taking shape.
Twenty-seven nightmares rolling,
you wonder why I work at night?
Sleep for some is much more mellow
when the room is filled with light.
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