Elly May,
It used to be you were one click away,
But no longer so I'm bound to say,,
How much I miss you Elly May.

Suddenly,
I'm not half as fond of old TV,
There's no subtle sexuality,
Oh, Elly May where can you be.

Why'd she
Have to go I don't know, they wouldn't say.
Now there,
Is no Jed or Jethro or Elly May.

Elly May,
In the ce-ment pond you used to play,
With your private zoo in lingerie,
Oh, how I miss you Elly May.

Why'd she
Have to go I don't know, they wouldn't say.
Now there,
Is no Jed or Jethro or Elly May.

Elly May,
Love for you was all that made my day,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, how I miss you Elly May.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Reading a book, relaxing lazily I was on my hammock

A sqeal I heard; on peeping out, I got a real shock

Standing a little away, was an Elly small n a giraffe tall

Luckily they were both outside the compound wall

They looked cute, this Elly plump n Twigaa, majestic n tall

Frehan, who was in the resort, at Twigaa threw a ball;

This, for our four legged cutie pies, was a game; a play-call

The Elly caught it in his trunk, because it was about to fall

Now I kept my book aside, enjoying all this I was, from my hammock

When came the ball straight on to me, which Elly from his trunk, did unlock

Caught it I, n threw it back to Twigaa, who returned the ball;

Between the Twigaa and Elly, they didn't allow the ball to fall

Watching this all, was Zoish the animal lover, our cute little doll;

Besides her was standing Frehan handsome n tall, who wouldn't let the ball fall.

A video if made, would be a life time memory to this episode recall.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Venom be spat from the tongue that blinds.
Twixt the lovers.
Whose hearts, no longer entwined.
Words tied and tangled.
Twisted and lost.
Love becomes mangled.
Crumbled to dust.

No words dare be spoken.
The lovers that were.
Invoked the monster of Lady Medusa.
Screeching siren.
Lady's on fire.
Don't dare put her out.

Her eyes surely saved for you.
Muted sounds.
Exploding fear.
Hearing her dear.
Utters last squeak.
Unable to speak.
Bit his own tongue.
As she turns him to stone.
With eyes that don't see.
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In the carpark
I'm startled
by a flight of leaves.

It's colder than yesterday
and trees are *******.

I abandon the footpath,
tread between tiny red
apples buttoning twigs
and dry grass, find
a bird's curled feather
white as snowfall.

Reading a book, relaxing lazily I was on my hammock

A sqeal I heard; on peeping out, I got a real shock

Standing a little away, was an Elly small n a giraffe tall

Luckily they were both outside the compound wall

They looked cute, this Elly plump n Twigaa, majestic n tall

Frehan, who was in the resort, at Twigaa threw a ball;

This, for our four legged cutie pies, was a game; a play-call

The Elly caught it in his trunk, because it was about to fall

Now I kept my book aside, enjoying all this I was, from my hammock

When came the ball straight on to me, which Elly from his trunk, did unlock

Caught it I, n threw it back to Twigaa, who returned the ball;

Between the Twigaa and Elly, they didn't allow the ball to fall

Watching this all, was Zoish the animal lover, our cute little doll;

Besides her was standing Frehan handsome n tall, who wouldn't let the ball fall.

A video if made, would be a life time memory to this episode recall.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

do you find
words are moving
and falling all over the floor
do you find those words
now you need more
so pick them up
you can do so much more
with that paper
and them there words

Oil was struck on my land and 100 million is what I was paid.
My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade.
Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap.
But if you're wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope.
Mrs. Drysdale doesn't like us, she constantly complains.
She says living next to us is going to drive her insane.
Elly May is my daughter, and she's awful fond of critters.
But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her.
My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South.
Elly May won't drink water, and she's foaming at the mouth.
Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten.
If you've met somebody smarter, I'd like to know when.
I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room.
If you get too close to Granny's still, you'll be knocked out by the fumes.
The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away.
But they'd better get used to us, we're here to stay.

How much for breakfast,
coffee chocolate and vanilla
Ella, el, el LA.  
One right, 2 the nose and back across
My belly, Elly, Ella, el la.  

Fitzgerald.  

The phone, pho' phourdy eighth street
San Diego, 8:51, vah nella, naps on my bed
Chocolate prefers then under the sink
Instead.  

Coffeenchocolate vanilla
El, ella, el LA.

I heard your voice,

I swear, i felt you touch me,

You sang that silly song to me,

I could smell your beautiful body,

We made love, slow,
And heartfelt,

Then fast, and frantic,

You whispered"I love you Elly",

Then,

I awoke!,

And, died,

A dream is the closest thing i'll ever get to you,

My love...

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded
From the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,
A constant in this changing land.

A sunset paints the azure sky,
And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water.
A paradise in a different world,
Away from troubles and danger,
During innocent days I can no longer remember.

Blue balloons and princess gowns and smiles from ear to ear.
A sprightly girl, I put on shows for all to see.
My mom’s Elly May, and my dad’s Brown Eyed Girl;
He’d take me dancing in the living room and give me a good twirl.
These are the days I’ve come to miss,
And I wish I’d taken two bags of Oreos rather than one.

Friday night crime shows, or perhaps a girl with ruby shoes
My parents would welcome me into their arms for a movie or two.
Easy Sunday mornings and breakfast at noon
From the radio floats the constant loop
That is my dad’s signature tune.

I couldn’t wait to be older and live on my own,
Like the adults in the shows that I came to know.
I was always too busy, I was always too tired,
I put in more effort than was required.

Mistakes found me by the dozen, relationships suffered,
I wish I had swiped left before there was no more of me to offer.
Unsatisfied and hungry, ready for more,
I jumped on new freedoms when I saw the open door.

Now that I’ve grown in many a way,
I look back and think and wish I could stay
In one of those times where the horizon was clear
And decisions about college wouldn’t come up the next year.

I take bigger portions, I dress in my own style,
Who would’ve guessed beauty standards would grow
Far more than a mile.

I fear for my future, and I fear for my now.
I know I’d get through it if someone told me how.
My parents astound me in so many ways;
They do the unfathomable each and every day.
For a girl who can barely find her way home,
The world is a shark, looming with the unknown.

What lies in the future, no one can tell.
Before it gets better, it’s sure to be hell.
I don’t think I’m ready, and there’s so much at stake.
Perhaps I should be left in the oven to bake.

Everyone’s getting older; I wish it would stop.
I’d pay millions to the man who could turn back the clock.
I long for the good times, I long for simple days,
Yet I know no matter how many stars I wish on,
The now is here to stay.

I’ll smile and laugh about the future.
I’ll even put on a brave face,
But not for a second should you doubt
I’d rather be some other place.

limerick
pumpkins are scary
they feel kind of hairy
ones that are round
are not to be found
to touch them is not very merry

Elly

That's the good thing about possum innards, just as good the second day.
But whjen our dinner guests see what Granny is cooking, they run away.
These city fols have the weirdest reactions that I've ever seen.
When we serve buzzard eggs, they puke after their faces turn green.
Jethro is my nephew, and I need to have a long talk with that boy.
Mister rysdale loves our money but his wife is always annoyed.
Whenever we hear music, somebody is always at the door.
Even though Jethro is bigger, Elly May pins him to the floor.
People tend to catch on fire if they smoke after drinking from Granny's still.
As long as we have 100 million, MR. Drysdale won't let us leave Beverly Hills.

horses
fast, elegant
gallop,jump,sway
loves being ridden on
fawn

Elly

SUSHI GOODBYE

It rained after you left, just the way I feel,
Your departure, will take me, a very long time, to heal.

3 good years, of adventure I had, with you here,
I loved that you were just next door, so near.

As you grew up, into a fine cat,
I think of all those times, you came through and sat…

On my things, like my laptop, couch, table, where yours,
And, all those times, you visited me, to let me know, that you were here, by scratching, on my courtyard door.

Until, I would, let you in,
For you, this was, each time, a win.

With you now gone, my heart feels so lost/empty and blue.
You will be dearly missed, that’s true.

Thank you, for all the good memories, you unknowingly shared, with me, together,
You will be treasures, in my heart, along with Elly, & Jinxy forever.

I know that you are being looked after so well, by your nice owner,
With your presence no longer here-I feel quiet alone now.

Kiara & Littleone may have been mean towards you sometimes,
We all hope that you are settling into your new home, just fine?

Thinking of you, every day, that goes by,
All I can do, is inside, just cry.

During those moments, that are painful, from you, not being there,
And, hope you know, how much Kiara & Littleone cared.

My dear Sushi kitty,
Your Ginger coloring, so very pretty.

Now you live, very far,
I often, will wonder, how you are?

You were loved, by many, of my family and friends,
How so sad our journey, living next door to each other, had to come to an end.

-SUSHI
(Short for Su Su)
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1/12/2020 12:54PM

Nobody knew the real Buddy Epsen. He lived his life like most of us changed our underpants: once a week. Born Hershel Hiney in 1908 in a small town just north of Sinatra country: Juneau, Alaska, Buddy or Hop Sing if he were on Bonanza, grew to enormous heights & became known as the homicidal giant which reflected perfectly his stature & murderous nature.
   Once graduated from Juneau's Technical & Eskimo College, Hop Sing {or Buddy as he was sometimes known} moved to Beverly Hills where he immediately became Jed Clampett the Beverly hillbilly. Along with Irene Ryan, or Grandy, he fathered 2 children: the beautiful & curvy Jethro played by Smokey Bear, jr. & Elly-Mae portrayed by the late Jackie Gleason. Together they lived on millions controlled by banker Milburn Drysdale, jr. & his secretary Miss Jane, the buxom actress Nancy Kulp. The popular T.V. Show ran for 9 years, 1962-71, earned 1,000's of emmy awards & is still attracting record audiences not just for the gratuitous **** love scenes between Jethro & Jackie Gleason but for the countless mini adventures of ****-****** intrigue brought home time & again by unbilled cameo character Mr. ****.

4-3-3 were the last digits
saved it as the coach
you honestlyknew how to play
not with the ball , but  the field.
You had the formation all the time ready to play, just had to call out for the player,
For the coach knows what suits the field best.
I wonder if I were in the starting eleven.
Finally I had the start after you had won most of your games.
I'm a terrible player,you said.
I kept fouling ,on you, indeed I was bad. I got substituted after the match
Now am on the bench
      
                                                  elly Hunter

I don't have to have it all figured out
Just have to play my part
I am Cinna the Poet!
Not Napoleon Blown Apart

The wedding was in Tel Aviv
Tel Aviv was blue
Sent her City of Ember
And Horton Hears a Who

Elly de la Cruz
Cincinnati Reds
Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio
Grandma's Feather Beds

I'm still on the lookout
Still plot and plan
SJW
The Mosque of Colors in Iran

                  Love in a Chevy van

For the love of another woman, two actually; one for whom is stuck clawing her way out, and the other, for whom is trying to stitch up the wound, I will not bend your will to fit my Descriptions. This is me receding, my heart's slowly sinking. Its a free fall, and I've left myself to be devoured by these women.            
                                                  elly Hunter

Sometimes I wish I could call
Call to hear your voice speak
Speaking to me saying how you love
Love me, but it seems I'm wrong
Wrong about what I dream
Dreaming irrelevantly about you
You're engaged, dreams doesn't come true
Truth is I love you and it pains
Pains to see you happy, laughing
Laughing without me, sometimes I wish
Wish that we didn't meet
Meet with you in the first place
Place! on this **** cold screen, online...
                                            Elly Hunter

I thought you had some clue
That you knew what you were doing
I followed shameless believing in you
That you would lead right

Confused there you were, heart,
Not knowing to choose her or her
Stuck in between two hearts
Wrong move, three of them go down

I thought you choose wisely
Oh! I remember my heart has no brain
Now your broken,have no clue to fix you
Leaving me crushing down
                                                  elly Hunter

Because you are the sky
full of stars
my eyes want to see
each and every night

you're the flower
that shines on my garden
with beautiful colours
that everyone wants to pluck
and hold it for days on end

you're the river
that washes my sadness
and pours in happiness
refreshing peace
and unending love

you're the wind
that whisper to my ears
with melodies and love
sweeping away my fear
and tears

you are the love that I want
from dawn to dusk
for as long as I live
Because I live to love you

                                                  Elly Hunter

Sometimes I wonder if you do feel the same
The weight in my heart there is more than kilos
It's dragging me down just like the sunset
Only for the sunset has a beautiful ending....

Now it's 3 in the morning drunk as hell
Trying to erase our lovely memories
Memories that we made along our love story
I surely wonder if still if you still think of us as I do...

All I wanna do is die , die painful death
caused by our love I still wonder if you'll come to my funeral god forbid
This pain though , can't be worth saying....
                                                  Elly hunter