Whoop whoop whoop whoop, two Barking owls in early morn
so close in bush land which they intermittently adorn
It seems they may be mating, one call a lower pitch
I love the calls of nature my soul it does enrich
Rushed me into
Relations
A full detication
You something
Else
, I just wanted
You to know
You've got my
Attention
Hey should I mention
There are some
Exotic places we
Still can go
Bikini beaches
Far fetched reaches
There is one thing
I wish you to know
I really like you
Thought you should
Know
We skip dolly dew
And pause see mally
My dew
We ooh we dobble
May feel
Retreat to say
What we feel
We ooh ah dobble
Mc reel
We dance to the
Repeal
We applaud and we
Dance
We, opp to the chance
Of love..... We ooh we
Dobble appeal
We act like fiction is
Real
We dabble in love
We speak it till
It's right
We call it ah night
We fucc like
We're in love
We’d go exploring along the river and through the woods,
We’d run, and we’d whoop, then go silently to try and see a rabbit if we could.
We’d push through all the briar and the bramble,
Then chase each other in one big scramble.
We’d get covered in mud and was soaking wet,
Then we’d try to hide from other people, those that we didn’t want to meet.
We’d be out there all day and we would drink from a sparking stream,
We’d still be there as it got dark, but we knew when to go, it was when we heard our mum scream out, IT’s TIME FOR TEA!!
With a whoop dee doo and a whip dee day
I saved my sweet bunny from an owl today
The predator left angry, I said “shoo! Go away!”
The butterflies followed, for they love to play.
To New Year’s Eve, I say - big whoop!
What’s there to celebrate?
A year of stress and fear and loss
Which may not yet abate.
Of course there were some ups as well -
New babies born and time
To spend with grandkids, kith and kin,
To read and write some rhyme.
But overall, with Covid’s cloud
Still hanging up above,
Let’s hope that in the coming year
We’ll block it out with love.
All you British girls, you're surely a treat
With soft and warm chatter that can't be beat
You toot my whistle
I fire my missile
Of course it's a love missile, just for youses my sweets
MUSIC MAKES GREAT TIMES GREAT
AND MAKES BAD TIMES MISERABLE
IT CREATES CONVERSATIONS
AND CAUSES PEOPLE TO DIVIDE
IT MEANS DIFFERENT THINGS TO PEOPLE
AT THE SAME TIME
IN APPRECIATION IT IS ADMIRED
THEIR ARE SOME TO USE MUSIC TO SPEAK
TO THE MOMENT WHICH SOMETHING HAPPENED.
SOME BELIEVE MUSIC CAN CAUSE SAVAGE SOULS TO CALM
AND MUSIC CAN CAUSE MEN TO BE MADE MAD
IT IS EXPRESSIVE BY THE ARTIST
AND USED TO CONVEY AS FANS OF THE SONG
ONE MIGHT LIKE THE MUSIC OF THE SINGER
AND NOT LIKE THE ARTIST
OR VISE VERSA
SAY THE LYRICS SPEAK THEM AND LET
THE MUSICIAN FIND THE NICHE
OR DEBATE THE LYRICS AND CAUSE
FOLK TO FIND YOU MAD BY
THE WORDS OF AN ARTIST
CHANGE THE LYRICS TO SUIT YOUR PERSON,
AND MAKE THEM SWEET AND PRECISE
RIGHT FOR THE OCCASION
RIGHT TO BE ADMIRED AND LOVED.
SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE ONE WOULD SAY
SOMETHING FOR EVERY OCCASION
IN HABIT OF BEING SATISFIED AND
POSITIONED TO BE HEARD
THE RIGHT SONG WITH THE RIGHT WORDS
CAN TRANSCEND EVERY GENRE TO BECOME
RIGHT FOR ALL PEOPLE AT ONE TIME
SOME THING UNILATERALLY RIGHT!
"Twas the night before Christmas...
When Mrs. Claus had got drunk
She went to a party...
With a hyena and a skunk
She laughed all night long...
Till, something had stunk
'Twas the laughing hyena...
When he pulled out his junk
Mrs.. Clause had caught sight...
Then, she danced with some funk
Her Jolly old fellow...
Her man, ...with some sp-nk
She thought it was Santa...
But, it was some punk
Disguising himself, with a beard...
Dressed, like a monk
So, she ended the night...
and crawled into her bunk
Then said, Merry Christmas...to all
Now, ho-ho-ho please leave me alone, it's me time :) ...with me hunk!
Whoop-Whoop!
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Whoop, whoop I'm in love with love
It's the only thing that really matters
Everything else goes on totally unabated
And can leave our minds in tatters
But uttering the word love to people
Most times they'll melt and blubber
They get flustered and turn a crimson red
Flounder like a ship with no rudder
It's a basic instinct with all living things
We think that we're superior
It's the common bond that unites us all
There's no real motive ulterior
The propagation of the whole human race
Is the basic reason for love
But it's evolved as more in us *****sapiens
As a time-honored act from above
All you British girls, you're surely a treat
With soft and warm chatter that can't be beat
You toot my whistle
Makes me fire my missile
Of course it's a love missile, just for youses my sweets
Whoop dee do
How do you do?
I'm fine too
Just writing some
Poems to woo.
All you British girls, you're surely a treat
With soft and warm chatter that can't be beat
You toot my whistle
Makes me fire my missile
Don't worry it's a love missile, just for youses my sweets
© Jack Ellison 2015
Each generation plants a tree
The next one enjoys the shade
Seeds we plant in young people's minds
Are engraved and will never fade
So choose your path very carefully
They're watching your every step
You might think they're too distracted
Or they think you're old and inept
They're always watching how you react
Each and every move you make
Be careful the seeds you sow every day
Will grow in them, make no mistake
The burden is on us for each generation
To guide them and show them the way
Map out the route to a happy life
Don't let anyone lead them astray
There'll be mine fields galore along the way
Protect them with words and with deeds
They'll love you for caring and taking the time
Encourage them to follow your lead
© Jack Ellison 2015
Got lotsa love that I share every day
With my friends on Poetry Soup
But I reserve my real true affection
For you Miss Cathie whoop whoop
Love you sweet lady so much it hurts
Want to hold you and plant big smackers
Right on your lips and other places
Some are quite naughty for that matter
Not being specific but one of the places
Is immediately below your neck
Remember last time I touched you there
Nearly swallowed my dentures by heck
Sure like to almost swallow them again
I'm older but remember so well
That joyous tingly feeling down below
Better sit down and rest me a spell
When we're together I'm forever asking
A big favour of you if you will
Will you allow me to plan more big smackers
Till my desires are finally fulfilled
© Jack Ellison 2014
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