The Shopping Cart
Upon my veritable throne I survey
subjects of sundry colors,
cans and jars, packets and bags
arrayed in reverent order before me.
I am appointed, by natural virtue
captain of this mighty ship
past denizens of the white-tiled, polished sea
steered through (a)isles by two sturdy hands.
Before me lies, in mangled letters,
a royal sanction, listing treasures from far and wide
my trained eyes decipher the cryptic codes
rendered in smudged ink,
and by my direction, mine alone
we cruise past other ships, on their missions,
seeking loot to plunder off soaring towers
like panels painted in the same color.
When at last, our voyage concludes,
our ship, weary but worthy
languidly does sail over to the fine,
bespectacled statue behind a glowing screen.
Our treasures they measure with
that beeping baton, when at last,
in the name of the King, we are charged
royal customs, each one of us a tributary.
And off we go, onto terra firma
where I shall become a child again,
and my subjects, most ungraciously packed
into suffocating little plastic bags.
Dated - 29th October 2021
Categories:
ungraciously, child, imagination, sea,
Form: Free verse
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8, KJV
R ejected ungraciously at a young age
E jected right away
J ust what were they thinking?
E xcluded from a family's love
C aring move for self, not the child
T ell me how did you fare in your life's quest?
I gnorant were they just like Jesus said on the cross
O therwise they would have held the child very close
N ow I understand and forgive releasing those feelings so I can live
A little tidbit about my life. Forgiveness is the key.
Categories:
ungraciously, faith, life,
Form: Acrostic
Living isolated in the shadow of defeat,
piece by piece I place the pieces,
giving up mates then weed I had to beat,
released from deceit so nothing reaches,
driven ungraciously weak in my retreat,
teased by grief from fallacious impeaches,
drifting at pace injudiciously indiscreet,
displeasing unabated fatuous speeches
* i was going to call this my struggle, but then i remembered Hitler wrote something called "mein Kampf" which when translated becomes "my struggle". lol
Categories:
ungraciously, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Well hello there all my sweet dudes and dudettes
As I write this I contemplate dancing with the Rockettes
However when attempting their famous kicks
This endeavour leaves me in quite a fix
I ungraciously tumble on me bummo and my undies I do wet
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bet this conjures up such a charmingly exquisite, artsy fartsy, mental picture, right!!!
Categories:
ungraciously, silly,
Form: Limerick
Graciously she walked into the ballroom hall
Confidently treading, careful not to fall
Buffet on the side where careless people dropped
Grapes and other things which needed to be mopped
Graciously she walked to make eloquent handshakes
Not noticing the floor and discarded fairy cakes
A scream and then a thud she landed in full sight
Of all the guests around on this once a year night
Ungraciously she walked away to hide her reddened face
And to clean herself up and to wash away disgrace
Mutters in the room were heard, "it must have been those heels"
They stood around judgementally picking at their meals
Graciously she walked up to the venue hosts
When she mentioned litigation they turned as white as ghosts
Categories:
ungraciously, fun, humor, humorous,
Form: Sonnet
THIS TORTUROUS LIFE
Is this life make-believe?
I cope not with the life struggles that beset me
For they are hell-bent on wrecking me
Forever seeking me out
They harangue most grievously
Damaging me irrevocably
No one it seems can rescue me
A wretched existence
And a noose is this life to me
All I know is woe
And gnawing misery
How can I be strong
Without help to overcome
Being me?
My wounds heal not
For I pick them apart deliberately
I am accustomed to
The pain of surviving
I am an almost empty shell
Filled with vitriolic animosity
When will I be set free
From abandoned hopes
And this darkness of despair?
Oh what a cruel joke
Is this existence that
Vexes
Antagonises
And tortures me
I continue existing from day to day
I feel like I might live to eternity
Something that is not good for me
I have survived this far
But only barely
I am ungraciously unhappy
The grave is a place I would
Welcome gladly
I tangoed with the hammer
That is life and lost
Deep scars I now parade
From every blow
With an existence of pure misery
Categories:
ungraciously, art, life,
Form: Imagism
Jumping
quickly forward
Falling backwards slowly
Ungraciously I am losing
control
Categories:
ungraciously, adventure,
Form: Cinquain
OLD, AS IN OLD BLACK JOE
Like me
Don’t you see?
He was old
With no place to go
Old black Joe
with his old banjo
Old boots
and a very old belt
Old Black Joe was old as he felt
Withered
Weathered
Wearied
Worried
And waiting
Impatiently
Ungracefully
Ungratefully
Ungraciously
Yet he was prepared
Old Black Joe and pity paired
As into the sun he stared
Looking toward the sky
As he wondered why
Understanding that he had no choice
As dissatisfaction would deem his voice
Old Black Joe was shaken
Forsaken
And awakened to what is real
As old as fear made him feel
Unable to heal
Not fearing his last miniscule meal
Yet unwilling to kneel
Wizened to what weariness can steal
Old black Joe was callous
never cautious
Cantankerous
Caustic
And callously cold
Like me,
Don’t you see?
Old black Joe was old
Oh so old
Withered, wearied, weathered and wan
And now Old Black Joe is gone
©2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
Categories:
ungraciously, angst, old, old,
Form: Monorhyme
The day was falling,
enacting all its own regret
with light, like washed-out technicolor.
One glance affirmed:
the rain would soon begin.
Thunderheads played God,
recruiting legions higher still;
I saw the sand provoked
and furious upon the air.
I saw the lake retreat before the storm,
presuming self-effacement...
knew its delerium beyond,
knew the restless surface
hid its grave intent
and made its secrets even less accessible.
But there they were,
churning far offshore,
where relics of a war might gently rock
and dream their glory days,
then slipping down to rest...
I saw my death beat back its coverlet,
and mocking, seek an alien breath.
Time hovered. Secrets die ungraciously.
As so, might I.
But then the overflowing womb
that cast its tempest to the land and air
brought birth full circle in retreat--
Vivos...Mortuos
It was complete.
~
Categories:
ungraciously, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Where the devils prevail ungraciously,
And where the fire blazes unceremoniously,
Hell shall be forever existent.
Where anger highlights imperfection,
And where imperfection be only anger,
Hell shall be forever existent.
Where sight be lensed falsely,
And where perception be dawned with jealousy,
Hell shall he forever existent.
Where all beauty is all ugly,
And where all ugly is viewed as beauty,
Hell shall be forever existent.
Where the shadows replace souls,
And where souls pose hollow,
Hell shall be forever existent.
Categories:
ungraciously, life, passion, war
Form: I do not know?
We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.
We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety
Yet, we feel no shame
For
Raping the world we live in.
For
Being the architects of a ghetto
That once was
Paradise.
Categories:
ungraciously, angst, loss, nature, war
Form: Free verse
Chocolate hearts
Fall from heaven
and melt
Ungraciously
On the pavement
Categories:
ungraciously, confusion, imagination, life, love,
Form: I do not know?