We boarded a flight to Hong Kong
Our pilot was called Sum Ting Wong
I’d a smile on my face
As his flying was ace -
His parents sure got his name wrong!
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Sticktoitness is the key to a happy existence
Don't ever give up, the real key is persistence
When things start to fail
Just stop and inhale
Relax, the solution will surely make a appearance
The British sky is seldom blue
And love divine is seldom true
But come on, girl!
Give life a whirl
There'll never be another you!
Too much of this bitching and crying
When poetry is purely about trying
Toys thrown out of the pram
Simply who gives a damn
Or is it simply lies underlying
Memories from another poetry site, hence why I'm here!
There once was an eponym maligned
Whose gender was quietly confined
Now away with your fears!
Turn those tears to cheers!
As nature intends your defined!
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light a candle
let it glow with hope
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished
I once met a man from the west
And invited him home as my guest
I told of the cross
He cried, "I am lost!"
Then repented and God gave him rest
I'm just a simple Highlander guy
With various writes I so love to try
From nature to passion
Fantasy is my true fashion
I thank the Soup to let me apply
James 'The Highlander' Fraser
Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum
Tribute To Fishing
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Sea Tale Limericks
I joined with this great writing troupe ,
Trading as PoetrySoup
With no millionaire backers
They beat~off all hackers.
What a site! what a write !! what a Group !!!..
A spider will crawl on the floor
And often will stop at a door;
I think that he's waiting
And maybe debating
On whether he wants something more.
A tall white wanted some coffee
So he sent his guards off walking
The guards came back
With some vodka and craps
Now the whites no longer have handle
Take Love's Sip
Life is all too often filled with discord.
People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred.
Dreams float by without demand.
Get a grip! Take love's sip; follow the Lord.
© July 31, 2010
The world can bring on a hell of a depression
You feel like you’re in an oppression
So I’d rather make you laugh
Even for a minute or a half
To disconnect you from realities connection
A walk in the darkness
full of selfishness & acidness
Shadowy away from the light
a walk stalk of fright
a walk empty of life business
Good people outnumber the crazies by a bunch
We don't cause a sensation but for that I have a hunch
We should demand the headlines
Instead of these perverted asinines
And make love in the park while having our lunch
© Jack Ellison 2015
Saw the reincarnation of Elvis last night
Was blown away at this amazing sight
It was Elvis for sure
Back from yonder shore
Was freaked, my complexion turned a very bright white
I so love my investigative angle
Peoples lives I so love to untangle
I thank my Auntie for this
Taggart in Scotland was bliss
Watching the Detectives, was my handle
it is superbowl time of the year
when everyone's chanting a cheer--
the fans' smiles are beaming
while jumping and screaming;
one promising team will persevere
I'm not a great thinker, a stinker, yes
Just an average old joe, I must confess
What I have to give
Is a great way to live
Wake with a smile as your body you caress
© Jack Ellison 2015
I once had a brother in prison.
He knew what in life he was missin"
So he spent out his days
in profitable ways
and learned because he could listen.
there once was a little poor boy
who hadn't a single toy
he had figured it out
and to the world he'd shout
money isn't the way to joy
There was a guy who didn’t know much
Set out to study the Bible a bunch
Song of Solomon he read
To the Lord he was then led
Now salvation is not only a hunch