The incorrect usage of tense
And phrases of total nonsense
Wipe out brain status
With more apparatus
Than the Department of Defense
Muammar Muhammad Gaddafi;
'Brother Leader', dog of Tripoli
People of Libya
happily say, "See ya!
Here's for Flight 103 - Lockerbie."
Under the lights on Friday night.
High school football starting to ignite.
Merciless to everyone.
This is war, not for fun.
Winning state is a beautiful sight.
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
The playwright poet and war journalist
for whom the bell tolls to life returnest!
Oscar was Wilde it's true
but Hemingway knew
the importance of being Ernest!
Written May 2015
Started taking Vitamin B-12 for my memory
Reminding me of the B-29, a question for Jeopardy
A bomber during history's dark time
World War II, a disgusting crime
We must all be sure so as not repeat this treachery
© Jack Ellison 2015
All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.
I'm a defender of democracy
but not its lies and its hypocrisy.
And I loathe Jihad terror,
its soldier and flag bearer
who defend their own atrocity!
A hundred years ago lest we forget
They paid a price and paid a debt!
Soldiers in a world at war
Battled on a foreign shore,
And so say us all God bless the Vet.
While ours kill with flair and finesse
Banned weapons can make a fine mess
Since guys without class
Can possess poison gas
O-bomb-a will make an address
There's hype and there's hysteria
O-bomb-a needs criteria
To send friend Bashar
Wrapped presents from afar
His gift of love for Syria
Soon we all must enter the fray
And keep this injustice at bay
Thus said the major
Who tripped on the floor
Thus ending the war for that day
The Al-Qaeda is a blatant lie,
Are all Muslims terrorists and spies?
Eyes shift from the black man,
Now fixed on them Afghans,
But in war harmless people die.
One of dem Saucer land in da Bayou
Ole Boudreaux out huntin say "Jus who be you?"
Den he point him shodgun
And say "Lookee here son...
Jus found some green OKRA to seasonne my stew!"
He dives into a liquor bottle, and
Zigzags like a snake on the sand.
A wife waits for her hero,
But who comes as a zero.
Obscenities ooze from his ‘stupor gland’.
(My limerick which was selected and published in Selected Poems Anthology 2013 by Pendle War Poetry, U K)
The once was a man from Dunkirk.
The war came and he went berserk.
In the French battle field,
Local harlots did yield.
Escape came by fancy footwork.
© January 16, 2011
These walls conceal an ugly war
Kitty litter raids my floor
This tidy home I'm sworn to keep
A rugged broom's a tiresome sweep
Three cats are such a chore
What flies though the air up above
Disguised as a peace seeking dove
For those who've not heard
Drones can send you the bird
From the land of brotherly love
Author's note: Is this really how to win friends and influence people (for the long term)?
Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's got a big crack
It's a World War II injury
Watching the war on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
© Jack Ellison 2015
(MsrRene, for humor's sake, I hope you're not turning on your grave :o)
Against humanity, history badly plot
creating a stain not easy to face the blot
humans really nefarious
to schedule of events, massacre has a spot.
Attended a performance of the old Glen Miller band
You younger folks might not remember this man
Back in the war years
We all shed a tear
Missing over the Channel, but we all remain fans
© Jack Ellison 2015
Prescott Bush proved his moxie
as war-profiteer proxy
with brother Harriman
since shame can't bury them
when suggestions turn Nazi.
hunger of the flesh , you must protest !!
Oh' this fleshly disaster , what a mess
maybe just one more slice..
to much could bring a demise
deny this flesh , wouldn't want to regress
Jordan’s pilot caged in a fire
Was filmed and produced global ire
When we use napalm
It’s gift wrapped in a bomb
As our moral plane is much higher
Who adores an ancient lore chore
And loves to see gore and wage war
Yet sore pouring pain?
This stems from an old brain
A story of man’s evil core