by Roseann Geiger |
Categories:
family, grandfather, imagery, life, loss, memory, nostalgia,
I remember angles
lots of angles
shoulders, elbows, jaw
and Old Spice.
I remember a voice like gravel
angular, uneven, an instantly soothing
like water spilling over rocks.
I remember a well worn Yankee cap
and sudsy beer, lots of it
the ensuing brawl with Tess
always capped with laughter.
I remember that laughter
honest boundless and everywhere
the sly stealthy humor
the genial ready wink.
I remember licorice and Santa Clauses
sundaes and Church
stained glass and collection baskets
lots of those.
I remember the end
with countless living tears
I remember a man like a blanket
embracing, healing
channeling life.
I remember love
I remember my grandfather.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
beauty,
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
home,
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
love, sweet, valentines day,
What is Sweetness
but sugar
in a lump or a cube?
Or perhaps honey
flowing freely,
unrestricted by a tube.
Ah, forget not chocolate,
Be it white or be it dark;
Nor syrup oozing
o'er a pancake,
or straight from the tree in the park.
Then there's licorice, cinnamon,
Oranges, apples, and peaches;
Bananas, dates, pineapples,
Or ice cream sundaes at beaches.
The list seems endless,
On and on and on;
But your sweet rays of sunshine,
My Valentine,
Are, for me, Number One.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
home,
Home is where the heart is, home is where the love is
Love's the greatest emotion known, that ain't no myth
Surpasses ice cream sundaes
Or gloomy bloody Mondays
Home is the cuddliest place to sit with a naked nymph