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Andy Ellsworth Poem
She was an estranged angel
On the backbone of a boar
She never put her hair up
Was a missile without a war
She broke a wild stallion
With the motion of her hips
She stifled a chameleon
With the color of her lips
She drowned a hundred hearts
With the ocean in her eyes
She never stayed for dinner
Had a trick bag full of lies
She's the chairman of your love
It's the least you stand to lose
Reinvested into futures
The kind you'd never care to chose
She shone just like a savior
To a crowd of men like me
In the dark and dreary alley
She convinced us we'd be free
She locked our souls together
With chain of solid gold
To wander through the streets
Starving, in love, and cold
On rainy nights she'd tell me
Of the millions she would make
We pounded solid granite
Until it'd crack, until it'd break
She delivered forty hammers
On a bull, without a sound
She had hundreds of 'em stowed
Somewhere buried in the ground
We bore our chains and sang it loud
We wrote a thousand songs
God save your children's virgin eyes
From seeing such a throng
She promised me the world inside
A thimble she'd unhide
Upon completion of a house
Built on the black hillside
She promised me so many things
I believe I did lose track
But if I could somehow free these boys
they'd sure be headed back
To living simple there in town
No vixen to demand
Just a table for to drink at
And to play a couple hands
But the hand that feeds the bread
Now riddled so with grubs
Would never be allowing that
A world with beds and tubs
Her power is a mighty thing
That crushes bone and brow
It brings one to believe it right
To stumble, kneel, and bow
We're just too worn and sore
To ever execute our coup
Best rest until the morning comes
There's plenty of work to do
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Andy Ellsworth Poem
I remember you from when we were young
We never paid much mind
To the mingling of our eyes
We never said goodbyes
To the moments we'd find
We weren't much more than strangers
You, with your boys to lead
Me, with an oppressor to oppose
How conversely our trees rose
How distant our sown seeds
You have all but forgotten the way we never were
The way we never kissed
The way we never loved
Rightly, she flew free, that dove
Rightly, that train was missed
But, here I’ve found you in the present sun
Your curls still yellow-gold
Like I recall them to be
There, under a willow tree
In passing of stories told
I can feel how you're wondering so quietly
Not so different you and I
As ages have come to pass
Steeped in fields of grass
Under the same empty sky
Worlds apart have ways of closing distance
Everything changes by and by
When entrusted to Father Time,
Perhaps words can learn to rhyme
Perhaps our collision grows nigh
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Andy Ellsworth Poem
She broke down
Like a Ford in a storm
Anything to garner a reaction
Who could resist that pretty little red dress,
Soaked, and covered in oil?
Not anyone I knew,
And I knew myself well.
I slowed to a lame dog's pace
to get a better look
As she pulled a rusty iron
From a burlap bag in the boot.
She very well coulda been
Holding a Bible
She looked so sorry.
I changed in a phone booth
Quick like the wind to her back
And flew in on my red n' blues.
A bomber makes a fine umbrella
For a roadside Stella.
And, by starlight she watched
An artist in his element.
She did her best to shield me
With our leather lean-to
As my hands made
Their way under the skirt
Of the broke lady;
Handled with a delicate firmness
Only experience can bestow.
I knew what I was doing.
Graciousness was God's gift
To her it seemed,
As she lit a cigarette to
Spite the rain
And pressed it to my lips;
my hands were spoken for.
A look and a smile
Was all I could muster as
The deluge made quiet
The victorious purr
The old beast let out in relief.
"Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek
Was the moment I knew.
She scurried off to slam the door
Before I realized she was gone.
I was gonna miss that jacket.
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There’s a house in a field somewhere
A sea of a sky out there
Begging to be born again
With my hands to till,
Your heart, and a windmill
A weathervane that tries
Without the presence of your eyes
Is a tree fell without a sound
There’s a tin roof for me to mend
A simple truth ne’er to bend
I would tend to your need
Gift my patience, and give heed
Hands to work, to be calloused
To grow these gardens green
To build your everything
As the seasons roll through
And the heavens fade from blue
We’ll lift a catch, and fill our barrel
There is nothing we cannot abide
No beasts from which to hide
A hummingbird, our neighbor
Enjoys the fruits of our labor
A stream running rampant down a hill
A hammock rests in the shade
Sway there, let your eyes fade
A cedar porch, it’s brand new
Built with devotion, it’s just for you
I will never grow weary from this
As addicted to the breeze
As the troubles you ease
You belong here on my arm
We’ll resurrect this rusted farm
Simpleness and solitude abound
Breaking free of our past
Together, in love, at last
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Those hazel eyes that pull back with the tide
And come alive when submerged
She had a witch’s way about her
So spellbinding and lost
with her jeans of the week
dingy and dilapidated
that spoke of wild nights
being desired, and left desiring
They fit so well with
Her cross to bear
her beautiful brown hair
And the uninvited eyes it’d bring
Lonesome was all she ever wanted
On a sandy bluff somewhere
Leaning into the wind
In the arms of love’s memory
It’s so much clearer when it’s gone
To sing when no one’s listening
To sleep naked with the wolves
These are the things she needs
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I’m jumping in head first
I don’t care how deep it is
She bleeds beauty so well
It seeps through cracked walls
My fingers paper-cut
and aching to a beat
From writing, turning pages
I’d give them all to her
She lays her head somewhere
on some far away cloud
to listen as the rain falls
on some far away boy
I hardly even know her
So curious, this silent spell
I’m electrified through distance
Roads, skies, and mountains
If she would have it so
I would find her in her bed
Asleep on some silver dream
And humming my song
Awaiting patiently a signal
That I am free to take off
A granting of passage
To traverse her secret seas
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