Where are the bamboo
Banana husk, dad's stone chair
Mom's vegetable pots.
Where are the rice fields
Peanuts, peas, potatoes
Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind.
Where is my childhood place
I look for every sunset
Just look out at the simpliest things.
Now I have to fill up everything
To open up the road, open everything else
Why I am not happy at all.
This is the progress you said
Converting farmland to townhomes
Why choose the mountain anyway.
My heart breaks seeing greediness
Easy money dislocating happiness
On the lowly and the unprotected.
How long avarice living the land
Of simple living hide in the sun
God forbade how small conscience is.
Is urbanization answer loophole minds
In the lowland of wizardry breed
Is this what Third World country thinks.
Set a new record for writing limericks
Wrote this clever one in less than a minute
Took quite a risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach<>
Set a new record for writing limericks
Wrote this clever one in less than a minute
Took quite a risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach
Set a new record for writing limericks
Wrote this clever one in less than a minute
Took quite a risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach
A needed voice for the voiceless
To learn from failures and choices
As time moves forward
Blinded by delusion and perception
The hateful foundation that was built must fall
To bring forth the natural element to a peaceful life
Righteous inspiration growing from the people
Chanting for freedom
Dislocating a selfish social order
So the kingdom can fall, disintegrate to dust
The ashes of the unfortunate remain a sign
The sign of numbered days
Rise to hear the cries of those who suffer
Mother Nature maternal winsome hold;
exhales sweet air from sun up til twilight.
To the farthest height in the skies, birds enfold;
blueness stream favorer lustrous moonlight.
Sweet amber honey lures its stinging hive.
She gazes upon the red horizon;
raising a buffet of elements strives;
dislocating her body and wizen.
In her wits end delight, in warlike rage,
waging the seasons, dividing them in halves,
offering everything, despite her age,
trailing shadows like wakes that it must have.
Tugging at her breast, masses left; the wrath
orphans and widows in the aftermath.
6/13/2017
Set a new record for writing these limericks
Wrote this snappy one in less than a minute
Took quite the risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach
A disenchanted mind, scattered, like autumn leaves swirling
A vagueness of memory; the doors locked to a mystery
Dreams forever lost in a permanent dusk
A knowledge extinguished, as the fires we worshipped dismember
An amputation of the grief, like a mutilated immortality
Consummating those captive images of your face
A solitude we inhale so slowly; breathing in the quiet night air
The wind swirling to clench your indiscretions
Dislocating an embrace of your affinity
A comfort in a bed of thorns, ready to rip the skin a flesh
An abated prolonging for the palpitations in your touch
Mutilated ripples opening to an unknown eternity
Free from sin...
Requiem?
Set a new record for writing these limericks
Wrote this snappy one in less than a minute
Took quite the risk
Of dislocating a disc
And to top it all off, I was eating spinach!
© Jack Ellison 2015
He looked at me with
begging eyes,
Hiding in his own world.
All knew his looks,
But none knew him.
No one realized
who he was.
Alone, desperate.
Then one day,
Everyone closed in on him
Their daggers pointing
At the only feeling he had:
Sorrow.
He let out a sob
One small sob that told them everything
They walked away.
But they never ceased to push and shove him
Dislocating his heart and putting sorrow to his words.
They never realized
What they were doing
Until it was too late.
He put a sword to his heart and said,
"I love you, mom and dad, but now it's time for me to go."
Stabbing his heart,
He cried.
He lay there, his cold and still body radiating sorrow
The others never glanced,
But I looked at him.
I carried him out,
Not understanding why others would do this.
When we held a funeral,
Some said he was kind and so I asked,
"Where were you when he needed you?"