Below are the all-time best John Ginesi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
I remember the fairground when I was a child, there
was the candy Fairy Floss machines, and you could
See them spinning the spider webs of sugar which
Made up the sweet delight, that children loved to eat
Then There was Sideshow Alleys with its clown stall
With the moving heads and popping the balls into it's
Mouth, there was the shooting galleries and penny
Toss events and many other things to play, there was a
Ghost Train and the Dodgem Cars and Boats, where
Bumping deliberately was not allowed, the Penny Arcade
With Pinball games and the Claw Crane where you tried
To grab a prize If you where lucky, penny slots which
Could give you a free ball and your penny back by flicking
A lever, and now the main events, the Big Dipper or
Roller Coaster, it would leave you going back for your
Stomach, the large Slippery Dips, Hall of Mirrors and
The Tunnel of Love river caves, Ferris Wheel and the
Helter Skelter where you rode down a spiral on a mat
But the one thing that stands out in the Fairground
Was the giant Carousel, a beautiful hand crafted
Turntable loaded with beautifully crafted wooden
Horses, which where all hand painted, children would
Always want to ride this iconic ride and if you where
Able to grab the brass ring, you would get another
Ride absolutely free, yes the Fairground was an event
In itself, as children would always want to go there
All of the time and even the adults would ask their
Children to go, because inside every adult lived
Another little child, they all loved the Fairground.
The Tribute To Jennifer
In a small church on a hill, there are a group of people standing
in silence as they say goodbye to a loved one, who they will all miss.
We will start this tale from the beginning, it was nearing Christmas
And Jennifer and her friends were partying at her house, everything
was going fine, the turkey in the oven and the stockings set for Santa's
Visit, the mother and father went out, so they could all have a good time
As the evening progressed Jimmy, Jennifer's boyfriend said they needed
Some more drinks, so he wanted Jennifer to come with him to the bottle
Shop, she decided to go with him while the rest of the crowd partied on.
They got in the car and travelled down the road about two kilometres
As they were approaching the traffic lights, a car pulls alongside them
Jimmy was an impulsive type who loved the challenge to a road race,
But they were both unaware what was to happen next, as the intruding
Car pushes through the lights, they both excellerate into the night by
Now they were speeding around 80kph, they are followed by a police car
So they both go faster, the intruder flees to the right while Jimmy tries
To stop but the brakes fail, causing the car to vere off the road crashing
Into a light pole, Jimmy's face is lacerated, but when he looks towards
Jennifer, she is badly hurt, the policeman calls for an ambulance to take
His girlfriend to hospital, he is taken to the police station to make a
Statement and to later see his girlfriend at the hospital, however the
Telephone rings to tell Jimmy that Jennifer had passed away, Jimmy was
Found to have a large blood alcohol reading and was arrested; they
Let Jimmy out to go to Jennifer's funeral, Jimmy felt so guilty about
What he had done, he has lost his wonderful girlfriend over being so
Foolish while driving the car, his Christmas was blackened and he would
Never forgive himself for what he had done, on the day of the funeral
He broke down into tears along with his family and friends as they all
Left the cemetary in the church, very saddened at the loss of Jennifer.
This is her story and the moral to it is to never drink and always
Be responsible when you are driving a car, this is the tribute to Jennifer.
My Grandfather's Grocer Shop
I was born in Liverpool - England and
I remember back to when I was a child
how I marvelled at the way things were done
in my Grandfather's Grocer shop. in the early 1950s.
I saw him getting a portion of butter and
by using two paddle boards, knock up the butter
to form a block of butter, then wrap it up in
white shop paper, and then he would go to this
large bacon slicer which operated by turning
a huge wheel with a handle, then removing
the bacon from a butcher's hook and then
carving large slices of bacon on it, he would then
hand slice the cheese and wrap it by hand
then give it to the customer, eggs had no cartons
back then, so they were just put into brown paper bags,
customers would often return over broken eggs
and want replacements, if children came in they
would spend the pocket money on a bag of broken
biscuits, straight from the large tins they came in
as there were no packets of biscuits during those
early years of the 1950s, the shopkeepers would
often give free samples out to promote new products
as advertising was very rare and visual advertisements
were often seen on counters or on walls, I used to go in
my Grandfather's shop and was given a large peice
of cheese or some chocolate biscuits as a family gesture.
I watched in amazement as my Grandfather would count
the days takings out of the old fashion till, he would
turn a handle and the draw would pop out, it did not even
have push keys like the more modern cash registers of the
time, but it was vintage in every way, my Grandfather is
now gone, his shop has been knocked down for redevelopment
as many old businesses went the same way but
I will never forget the wonderful memories of my
Grandfather's Grocer Shop.
A Letter To My Love
To the lady who I love who has love in her heart
She is the want of my desire and we shall never part
she is the rose and I am the thorn and our love goes on and on
throughout the world our love will roam until one day it may be gone.
Hearts that beat as one, we are soulmates to the end
The love we have together may sway but never bend
her hair is golden brown and her eyes are are blue as the sky
but pure and simply our love is strong and it will never die.
So what is the name of my love as I am yet to know
as I am writing this letter to a person who'e eyes are cold as snow
her heart's been hurt by someone who was close to her before
is it me who did this to her, and is she really sure.
The answer to this story is for you to understand
as we were lovers from the start and we both walked hand in hand
we are finally together and our lives are happy now
and we will reunite together by exchanging marriage vows.
Governments seem here to stay
With the public's money they waste away
On useless things that do the people no good
Get rid of governments I think we should.
We work and toil on our lands
While they take our money from our hands
A land of opportunity for some
A worker's work is never fun.
We try to build our homes to live
While governments drain us like a sieve
Debt they seem to pile up instead
With financial problems over our heads.
Our governments should look after us
Instead they treat us with disgust
Why do we have to put up with them
Those governments created by men.
The Olympic Medal
To be given a gold medal
You have to win the gold medal
To take drugs and cheat
Is winning without merit
To dishonour the olympics
Is to dishonour Yourself.
The Magic Wand
Magicians around the world rely on their
magic wand, it is their main tool in their
trade, it creates the illusion of making
magic believable, it has the ability to
trick your senses into believing the
magician, when he has your full attention
he works his magic and makes everyone
shocked in amazement, magic wands
are not always used by magicians as in
the storybook story of 'Cinderella' it was
used by the Fairy Godmother to change
'Cinderella' into a princess while turning
a pumpkin into a beautiful coach with
white horses to take Cinderella to the ball.
The magic wand is nothing more than a
painted stick of wood, but when painted it is
transformed into a wonderful magic wand.
Written : 13th July 2013
A simple story of a wooden stick that when
painted becomes a magical tool for magicians
and fairies in fairy stories.
Ode To A Policeman
The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.
Dreams And Nightmares
When we go to sleep at night we usually have pleasant
dreams of happiness were we feel like we are on cloud 9
with some romantic partner or some beautiful island
destination, we see wonderful things of beauty, but all
of a sudden the dream drifts to another world of gloom
transporting us to the nightmare world were dark
evil happenings take place, it makes our thoughts change
our bodies grows cold and sweaty and we awake in terror
we have just experienced our worst fears out of the
nightmare world, we get up in wonder of what has
happened but later we find it is all but an illusion,
a trick of the mind, maybe this can be caused by guilt
or even food that has not agreed with us, or our
minds may have been troubled by a bad problem. We
must all go to sleep with a clear mind and dream happy
thoughts or we will enter the nightmare world once again.
Are dreams and nightmares similar, be inspired and enlightened by what my poem has to say about the 'Dream World'
Written 16th July 2013
City Of Ice
The South Pole, is one of the coldest regions in the World
with all the snow and ice. In many places large caverns
and icy glaciers make this resemble another world. large Icicles
hang down on many of these underground cavern ceilings
looking like an amazing city of ice. The extreme cold prevents
anyone from living here creating an amazing sight to see.
Written: 9th July 2013