Best Gar Poems
You took this man from rags to riches..When you spent all
Heaven had to spare.' Your Sons blood bought me real redemption..Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'll no longer be that beg-gar.' You've made my golden
Dreams come true..' For He took my rags and gave back
Riches, now my destiny is up to you.'
My clothes may still be torn and tattered..Yet in my heart I
Hold the King.' Although my pockets may be empty..
His Love is all... That really matters.' Its ev-ry-thing!
Repeat on this stanza.'
He opened His arms on that cross though hurt sore.' He
Offered me treasure of life in great store.' He went through
Grim death
And kicked in hells dark doors' Now I'll hold Him and
Kiss Him.' And keep Him for mine evermore.!!
You took this man from rags to riches, you spent all heaven
Had to spare.' Your Sons Love bought me real redemption
Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'm forever not that beg-gar..You've made my golden
Dreams come true.' For He took my rags; and gave back riches, now my destiny is up to You..) End..'
Categories:
gar, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna,
Woh tera dekhna he kamal tha,
Meri justajo kay ahsas par,
Tera lamss bhi tu baymisal tha,
Meray saray jazboon ki dilkashi,
Teray ashiyan pay aa kay simat gai,
Gar main ruk na jata iss taraf,
Tu meri hasti pay pher zawal tha,
Teray husan ki sari tajaliyan,
Kaisy ho gayen mujh pay mahrban,
Meray zehan kay neha khanoo main,
Yehi chupa howa aik sawal tha,
Woh jo chaltay chaltay thy mil gaye,
Thy meri chahatoon kay silsalaye
Jo tera sang na milta mujhy,
Tu pher jena mera muhal tha.
Shabeeb Hashmi
Categories:
gar, romantic, urdu,
Form:
Ghazal
My Hindi Song in Hindi & in English
Title- The Tune Which You Are Listening
In Hindi-
ye jo dhun tum sun rahe,
ye bun degee sapane,
saare ke saare tumhaare.
.
In English-
The tune, which you are listening
Would weave,
All your dreams.
.
In Hindi-
ye jo dhun tum sun rahe
ye bun degee sapane
saare ke saare tumhaare.
.
In English-
The tune, which you are listening,
Would weave,
All your dreams.
.
In Hindi -
laut aaenge, phir se, vo din,
kho, gae the, jo, saare ke saare
.
In English-
All those days would come back again,
Which you lost on your way.
.
In Hindi
ye jo dhun tum sun rahe
ye bun degee sapane
saare ke saare tumhaare.
.
In Englih
The tune, which you are listening
Would weave,
All your dreams.
.
In Hindi
ho sakata, ye, dhun
lauta na paaye, vo saathee
kho, gae jo, raahon mein
aise hee, chalate - chalate
par lauta, de, gee, ye
kuchh, khusiyaan, phir se,
.
In English-
It is quite possible that this tune,
May not give you back,
All those companions, whom you lost,
While walking like this,
On the walk of life.
However, this tune would return to you,
Some of your joys and happiness, once again
.
In Hindi
ye jo dhun tum sun rahe,
ye bun degee sapane,
saare ke saare tumhaare.
.
In English-
The tune, which you are listening,
Would weave,
All your dreams.
.
In Hindi
khil uthenge, phir se, kuchh phool,
chahakengee, phir se, kuchh, kaliyaan,
gar, laga loge, gale se, tum ise,
ye, jo dhun, tum, sun rahe.
.
In English-
Some new flowers would smile once again,
Some new buds would bloom and dance,
If you, adopt this tune to your heart,
This very tune, which you are listening.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 1stMay/ 9th June 2019
Note:
If these lines give you a new Hope please mention this in your comment.
Categories:
gar, inspirational, song,
Form:
Free verse
Dozakh aur Sharab.........
Tere laboan ka rang mile ga gulaab mein
Teri nigah e naaz ka nasha sharaab mein
Mil jaye gar woh aik baar mujh ko khwaab mein
Rakh doon ga dil ko cheer ke unki janaab mein
Dozakh mein mil rahi he mujhe peene ki saza
aatish bharak rahi he suboo-e-sharaab mein
Behre tashaffi aaen ge Muhammad e Mustafa
Bakshe gunah jayen ge roz e hisaab mein
Dil ki kitaab band na krna kabhi ay dost,
parhna likha hua he jo roshan kitab mein
Moosa ko gadriye ki samajh aaee na jo dua,,.
makhmoor tha woh nikhwat e baar e sawab mein
Du pal ka he suroor jo rakhe Khuda se dooor
shaitan ka he shor o shar sharb o sharab mein
Peeri mein sab ko aati he yaad e khuda hee kion?
he lutf jab ho yaad e khuda bhi shabab mein
by mazHur
Categories:
gar, allah, angst, god, imagery,
Form:
Ghazal
I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
Categories:
gar, animal, fish, fishing, food,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the Odeon,
and you should defuzzle that muzzle after a dozen shots
or your muzzle will rot,
it puzzles this Bard from Bath when you say I act hard, that's daft,
I craft the first draft with regards to retards,
but I don't spar like "gangsta", more prankstar, thank ya.
Hip hop Choco-latte,
ow the Arty Farty Party is to tarty for a starty,
this is too easy I laugh at thee, not smarty,
Bath's beautiful with history it stores,
Bristol looks like it fell out of a horse,
we've got James Dyson and Jane Austin,
you've got Baldrick and webbed off spring.
Of course you went off course with the Bath beige bit, nit witt,
but if we are beige, Bristol... sage and onion,
If I'm rhyme goo you're rhyme ga ga,
rotating between that and blah blah,
Nina Parmenter my off par mentor turned mental,
I'm a stray away from putting this to an instrumental,
cus I think you're menstrual, coincidental
you say my mouth before my mind,
this is written down, no noise,
talking out your behind.
I see you wearing glasses Bristolian,
but I'm from Bath we're different classes, I'm nearly done,
if people in Bath are strange then Bristolian DNA aint got range.
And I sense your bitter remain poke, "Bath Farage",
I'm Mr. Bath At Large,
so LEAVE WON of your remoan votes in the garbage, that's GAR-BAAGE.
I know your only joking and fun poking
through rhyme freedom and I sometimes free dumb,
the outcome of a lout on one, shouting out me bum,
but you saved it in the end with a bit of innuendo,
good poke, I'm off to play Nintendo,
you're tender when you bend so I wont stick it in your endo,
I'm a good bloke.
Categories:
gar, humorous, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Well goodness gracious, by gar and by gum
Jackanese is a language quite foreign to some
It's basically simple
Here's the principle
Be a “nihilarian” while sitting down on your bum
© Jack Ellison 2015
“nihilarian” - a person who deals with things lacking importance
Categories:
gar, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Old folks forget where they parked their Jeep
They wander around till they're almost asleep
Till there's just one car
"That's our car by gar"
But still push the button till they hear their car beep!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
gar, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Budgeri
The good budgery fella with a bottle of rum,
Pretty good bird is the budgery-gar one,
Arthur eyeshades came a walking by,
One eye one ear one rissole,
Looking for the budgery fella, why?
A little nip was good as gold,
Where are you budgery fella,
Ole Yarraman the horse he was,
And Milinbri was cattle,
If the boss see me a spearing one?
cos, good meat yer brain might addle?
so duck ya head sidestep away,
go into a Magpie smother,
flail ya arms like a loonatic hey,
don’t go and tell yer mother,
Budgeri fella was right here,
On his horse he rode away,
Sucking on a bottle of rum, ya hear,
The pigrooter threw him hey?
Don Johnson
Categories:
gar, adventure, horse,
Form:
Ballad
Old folks forget where they parked their Jeep
They wander around almost falling asleep
Till there's just one car
That's our car by gar
But still push the button to hear the car beep!
Categories:
gar, silly,
Form:
Limerick
(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of --
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)
With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant
little nappy ruck berry filled up paul ling sacks
viz peppy la pew doth not peter out,
and weathers clawed rained swipes
from hello kitty when faux pas gets swung
assisting climbing Jacob's ladder
(without pussy footing,
orb bing a putz like the president)
advancing quick to attain orgasmic rung
while heading into a slippery sloping sluice
(with prickly endeavor emitting cleat trill
smooth sailing along a ****
re coarse upon phallic shaped pung
crossing la brea tar pits (peppered
with lai bee ha tricky bridge over the River Kwai)
comprising ideal place de la resistance
to woo tang clan foreign nee Kate,
where two puckered rill lee fleshy ruffling rills
tinged pinkish lips overhung
a challenging escarpment,
where many a brave Tom, Harry or Dick get hung
up, particularly while searching for fabled “G” spot,
cuz portcullis hamstrung
even the most fiercely determined
Engleburt Hump per dink
necessitating the moist risky ski maneuver
as most studs know tubby gelandesprung
though booby prize wool worth any slimy setbacks,
where sticky gook gets flung
from angry cat,
who does not in the least find amusing,
and if further pricked with rage
not averse to hurl dung
gar (with) ease at snaky,
retractable hardened beastie boy twill clung
for dear life and limb (er, or twig and berries),
while applying crampons (bivouaced
within his maxipad), viz bung
gull low, essentially a ball peen size cove
hammered out by Dashiell Hammitt, where coiled,
kinked follicles strewn tightly inlet among
pheromone laced verboten fruit.
Categories:
gar, age, appreciation, blessing, color,
Form:
There was a young redneck from Chapel Hill
He was good at cooking up quite a meal
While known near and far
For stewed alligator gar
His specialty was chicken fried road kill
© Mar 13 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
gar, funny
Form:
Limerick
There once was a man named Gar,
Who came from the planet Mars.
He had fun in the sun,
As he toasted his buns.
And slurped his drink from a bar.
Categories:
gar, funny
Form:
Limerick
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Porche...Super...Cars...YES...molten-green...neon-lights...WOW...
Godzilla's...Rippa...SUMMER!
Aero...NAUTICAL...GLASSES...YES...blue...rose...or-green...WOW...
Godzilla's...Rippa...SUMMER!
C-gar...SMOKE-'N-MIRRORS...hazy...dreams...and...LAZY...VELVET...
RED...CURTAINS...BOOM!
Nachos-'n-cheese...DOGS-'N-RELISH...'n-peppers...YES...pretzels...
'N...DATES...WOW...GODZILLA'S...RIPPA-SUMMER!
Lauren...LEATHERS...STILL-ETTO...BOOTS...WOW...a...hot...DATE?
Emerald...green...facets...of...BLUE...'N-RED...M'TALLICS...a...WINGED...
BREACH'N...HORSE?
Tokyo...Paris...New-York...LA'S...BEST...WOOD...HOLLY-WOOD...
YES...Godzilla's...Rippa...SUMMER!
London...Chicago...SYM'PHANIES...oh...WOW...the...BOOM...the...
CLASH...Godzilla's...Rippa...SUMMER!
CHORUS:
A...line...'n-the-sand...a...GANG-a-BOOKS...a...PRINCESS...a...SUPER-GIRL?
GOD...ZILLA'S...RIPPA...SUMMER...the...BOOM...the...CLASH...the...CHILL...
The...SPINY...THRILLS!
A...chorus...LINE-PUMP'N...a...STRING-OF...MELODIES...an...AGENT...
A...CLASH...a...WARP...a...RIPPA-SUMMER!
GOD...ZILLA'S...RIPPA...SUMMER...the...BOOM...the...CLASH...the...FLASH...
The...EYES...of...GOD...ZILLA'S...RIPPA...SUMMER!
Categories:
gar, allah, best friend, boyfriend,
Form:
Ballad
Since moving to our brand new home
There's things I haven't found
Like my pair of pearly white dentures
And Dufus our basset hound
Still haven't located my tightie whities
People are holding their noses
Till I find 'em gonna use lots of cologne
And carry a bouquet of roses
Now certain things take top priority
Like oil for my artificial leg
The damn thing squeaks unmercifully
“FIND THAT OIL!” Cathie begs
The kitchen stuff's in the living room
We're sleeping out on the lawn
Neighbours are peering out their windows
Expecting some “goings on”!
All things considered we're doing fine
Minor inconveniences they are
We'll soon be sleeping in out of the rain
And be happy campers, by gar!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
gar, humorous, moving on,
Form:
Quatrain