My Poetry Page



Welcome to my poetry page upon these pages through space they hold my words of time and passion.I write them now or yesterday.
It matters not as time rolls by. They tell tales of now or lost tomorrows,
good or bad, they are but me.If you venture forth gracing my page with
your present and spend time with my words I gladly say,"Thank you "
I hope they touch your heart in sadness,delight,or understanding.



Welcome and Enjoy the poems


Here are some links to enjoy:
A great place for support and information:
A place to enter free poetry contest:
A writers Newsletter:
International Writer's association:
Rosebud,A magazine for writers:
Butterflies,A magazine for abuse survivors:
Authorlink:
A page offering numerous poems:

jtn03@hotmail.com


All writing here belongs to the author.Please do not use without permission.
All writing is copyrighted © 1998



An Empty Pen

I’m a simple pen, plain and ordinary,

Yes, I have no ink to stain my shell

I’m without a drop

Yet, I still hold myself in pride

When others appear amazed

By my total lack of ink,

They whisper I can not be,

And I giggle knowing I’m here.

I am a pen with not a drop of ink

I am empty through and through

I have not an ounce

To mir my lovely shell

Yet, I am filled with pride

Knowing once I was like them,

Filled with ink and dreams yet to be written.

I have a colored shell,

I have a prefect tip

But lack the ink

To shower my tales

Since a pen finds it tricky

To write a single word without ink

I stay close to home

Knowing I was the best.

- Ellen Flickner

Goodbye

I whispered "Goodbye"

With tears upon my cheeks

Turning left and then right

Lost and confused.

I looked down upon your resting place

Wishing I could join you,

But here I am,

Whispering "Goodbye".

Did I tell you how I felt?

They say you knew,

But would I ever know

As I place a single rose upon your home.

A friendly touch,

A smile and a laugh,

If only I could

But now, I whisper "Goodbye".

Once upon a time

As I falter through time

A beakon of light you shined

But now, the light is gone

And I find myself whispering,

Whispering, "Goodbye".

- Ellen Flickner

Silence

Silence

Thick and heavy

A brick holding me down

I hear not a sound

Nor tears nor laughter

But silence

So dead and heavy I think I’m insane

Where is the noise?

Here I sit

Staring at a screen

Hearing silence

And longing for sounds

If only I could hear

The little one crying inside

But she hides from me,

She hides from you,

No longer can the pain hurt

And yet she knows but silence.

Can the silence be broken?

- Ellen Flickner

The Devil Knocked

Tonight, staring at the same old sitcoms

The devil knocked upon my door

Tempting me, whispering "Come on."

Shaking and trembling I stared,

Staring upon his face,

Knowing it’s a reflection of me.

I remember the taste,

The buzz of forgetfulness

As it burns its way down my throat-

How the past vanished

And the future blurred,

But I shook my head.

Tonight, I sat alone, engulf in silences

Longing to escape, to forget

The devil knocked upon my door,

Offering me an answer

An answer of entrapment

As I lay my pen to rest

Knowing tonight I won,

But tomorrow he’ll knock again.

-Ellen Flickner

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is but a sparrow away

As I look upon your sleeping face

I pray to the lord above

Begging forgiveness.

Tomorrow brings shattered illusions

We have but tonight

I pray to the lord above

Begging his forgiveness.

Tomorrow I’ll be gone

But tonight I have you

With a tender touch and a sweet kiss

I pray to the lord above

Begging his forgiveness.

I pray to the lord above

Begging his forgiveness

With the dawning light

I listen to your breathing

Vanishing like a ghost

Knowing tomorrow has come

Leaving shattered illusions.

tomorrow is now,

I stare upon your sleeping face,

Knowing I’m leaving,

I pray to the lord above

Begging his forgiveness.

-Ellen Flickner

Dancing the Dance

I ain’t no saint, no preaching man,

With my bible under hand

And a straw hat upon my head

I’ve danced the dance,

Falling far from grace,

Yet, here I am watching you.

I’ve seen a lot of things,

Poverty and death,

Staring into the devil’s beady eyes

Tempted by glory and fame

Yet, here I am watching you.

I ain’t no hero, no superman

With a gun strapped to my belt

And a cap upon my head

I’ve danced the dance,

Falling far from grace,

Yet, here I am watching you.

I’ve seen a lot of things

Despair and violence

Staring down the devil’s barrel

Tempted by greed and hatred

Yet, here I am watching you.

I ain’t no god, no answers do I hold

With lose change in my pockets

And a pray upon my lips

I’ve danced the dance,

Knowing I have but one place to be

Loving you.

-Ellen Flickner

A Cloudy Day

Milky white, a covering haze

Blocking out the sun

And black towers appear

Bring forth shadows

And threats veiled or exposed

It’s all the same

As the heavens rumble

And tears fall

Wiping the slate clean

To begin anew

With the raising sun

But here I sit

Lost and wondering

Will I ever see

The delight again

As time flies bye.

-Ellen Flickner

A Poet

Sayer of truth,

Sayer of visions,

Casting illusions,

Showering beauty,

Distance and near.

In a world of reflections,

Seeing all,

Dancing between mirrors

Knowing life, the hell and delight

Lies to the side, truths to behold,

The sayer of words,

Is but a poet.

-Ellen Flickner

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