Travelling through life resembles an arc
We start out as a child emerging from the dark
To reach a crescendo
Establishing a tempo
Then sadly we all must eventually disembark
© Jack Ellison 2015
There once reigned a great king on our Rock
Who dared the West and defied their bloc
Dark shades, face of a frown
Short brute so wanted down
Down, oriental appples on our Rock.
Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar
Sammy went out on a lark
sailing his boat in the dark
and while he got drunk
his little boat sunk
so his hangover went to the shark
In my soup I could have sworn I saw a shark.
Swimming in roux that was rather dark.
But to my relief,
the fin a bay leaf.
Now I wear glasses before each meal I start.
Socialism, a theory of Karl Marx
Has kept too many nations in the dark
Russia, Cuba, China
And now Venezuela
Where half the electric grid doesn't spark
Where are we headed, is a silver lining in sight
At the current pace, we'll be over the precipice before night
It's already dusk
Smarten up we must
Before a certain lunatic precipitates an extinguishing of the lights
February Funny Bone
I know a young lady so fine
Her good looks almost made me blind
I bought some dark shades
To cut down the glaze
And now that young lady is mine
5 February 2012
For Linda-Maries contest
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
Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette
It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures
He made her life a living hell.
Her heart immune to the death knell
She breaks down and cries
Tears spring from her eyes
Her acting days now serve her well.
Contest: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11th July, 2015
As thin as a thistle Santa in chimney got stuck
In the passage heavily blocked by years of muck
struggling through the soot
Santa fell down like a coot
And came out looking like a dark fancy duck.
A musician resting in a spar,
Was playing his electric guitar,
An almighty spark
Plunged his home into dark,
He was left with a musical scar.
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
Even though "Only the good die young"
A very well known song that's sung
But should it be said
Means less in the head
They wanted death before off the tongue
Blinded and saving the love talk in the dark
In a sensuous connection came a spark
An active mind bee-lined for a kiss
Shilly-shally bemused as lass remarks
Lips to nose in a clear view face, turns dark.
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
We will ride straight into the sun
Come back burnt, claiming it was fun
Our aim is usually on the mark
Any miss was because of the dark
Ask for advice we'll give you a ton
Welcome to my naughty Halloween
Meet my dark and beautiful dream
On this night she's a witch
But by day not a stitch
So she's a stripper, but she's still my Queen
The day looks gloomy and dark.
Not a good day for the park.
So inside I will stay,
No time to play,
Time for me to make my mark.
After spending a night on the town
and drinking ale - a hearty dark brown,
we were feeling sooo frisky,
tried moves a bit too risky,
quickly learned: What goes up, must come down!
To die before you die is worse then death itself.
Time doesn’t stop as you are sprung backwards.
Now you have to climb forward
Desperately yearning to revert to your normal self.
Desperately wanting something to spring you back to where you were, happy
Jacko has a dark side as well as one of fun
He laid out too long in the hot sizzling sun
Didn't turn over
Got over exposure
White in front but dark on his bum
© Jack Ellison 2015