Best Gary Poems
Loss Lost Love
by~ GARY FIELDS
Why my love left?
I soon forget the reason's why
All that I remember
Is that she left such
An empty space
An empty trace
So many memories
Which can not be erased
And I die just a little inside
And time mean's nothing to me'
Fore you mean so much to me
- And -
Then ever so slightly
I wish for quiet subtle change
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And I don't know since when
But time just set's end on end
And smoke appears below
Which can choke a friend
A friend in need
Certainly not you love
And once again, ever so slightly
I wish for quiet suttle change
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It has been three weeks (03) now
And things' are all in a clammer'
Thing's just seem to set end on end
And nothing seem's to matter
An I make a vowel for thee
In a time that is lost for- ever
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O'h, how I wish to belong
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by~ Poet Destroyer
I can see the pain!
I came to you no longer.
Looking for answers,
I cried till I could no more..
I shared'
I stared'
At the empty space hiding in my heart,
I knew then that day was the end.
Thoughts ran like rivers,
flowing a stream down my face.
You picked the pieces up as I walked away.
With no more to open and say.
~~~~~
When holding wasn't holding to me no more,
You opened up your heart, in hopes I could feel.
We cried into the night,
until the early morn.
We scolded each other's pain,
searching and seeking each others heart.
As time drew, second begun to fade.
I saw our lovers nest fading,
as the night grew thick.
The moment had arrived,
why did we say goodbye?
~~~~~
Now we sit alone,
reminiscing the past that vaporized into thin air.
An empty trace'
An empty space'
~~~~~
Oh! How I wish to belong!
A collaboration with * GARY FIELDS
My collaboration contest
The first meeting is like sweetness ....
words just melt with magic
It's like enchanting winds
blowing among the trees in the forest
singing in the bay one song
music of ocean waves dance with joy
in the sun's last blush
blowing a trumpet happy birthday
may happiness warmly hold your heart
on this your special day
Poem from Liam McDaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
October 14, 2015
Humor moderates stress
makes you healthier -
Every time a hair falls out,
it will grow back by itself
Isn't that great?
Life is too short
to worry about
what others think or believe
Whatever the situation
there is always
something
to laugh about
You
are so much more
than a body
with hair
Remember
to take care of
the garden
from time to time
Have A Fun Weekend
* - More Hair - for Jan Allison -
18.09.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de plume is a personal platitude personified
Better *****es badger me with their bared bosoms
A curious cacophony controls my cochlea
Demanding drugs and daffodils
Eventually ephemeral earth will evince my effervescence
Freakin' phantom fear will appear
Had enough, Harry?
Or do you just ejaculate jocularity?
O K - I'll specially spare you the shroud of St. Sebastien
And say Adios, amigo; ta ta to you, see ya, Zebra; good-by, sweety-pie
So long saintly Samuel, take care, Virginia Dare
And that's the way it is, my miz
Amen and au-revoire.
First sky says, Toth faced the reptiles
Just go back and read the tiles
Forever written laid before your eye
The story goes on for miles
Forward to the time of the snake
This is when the story becomes fake
See eye becomes quicker than hand
Now then thee earth really did shake
Ushering the coming of a lamb
This was the time of the Ram
The establishing of the law
A dividing between you and Sam
Now jumping to the time of the fish
The next step in answering your wish
Love each other as you love yourself
Soon they will arise in dish
Heard from the cry of the guns
Entered we have the time of the one
Whosoever can hear me and see me will
Hit the game winning home run grand slam
Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up
In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this
was my town, the town where I grew up
Poor little Gary Ghoul was flunking class
He was just too nice; he couldn't be crass
He would try to scream 'boo'
But could only say 'mew'
Teacher asked: "Want to learn how to pass gas?"
October 13, 2020
Syllables: 10 - 10 - 6 - 6 - 10
Checked on Poetry Soup Syllable Counter
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Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
What they've done to Gary is just plain scary. Global elites shut him up.Of their wicked ways, be wary. It is all in all,everything that they do,to try and scare me, to try and scare you. If they get their way,we'll all be shakin' in our shoes. If they can make us fear enough,they think they'll never lose. For fear is their currency of delight,presses working over-time, ever in the night. Where their dark secrets lurk,hiding from the light. With it they purchase hearts and minds, ultimately souls as their grand prize, To offer up to lucifer, in a scheme of grand demise. So take heart my friend and fear naught,but the Lord. This is wisdom's beginning, God's word, shield and sword. Of this one thing be ever so aware, that those who hold God's spirit, they can not scare or make them slaves to the prince of the power of the air. We, who stand with Gary, will remain strong and bold. Always doing what is right, not necessarily what we are told. It is our one path to victory and bringing freedom home. Home, where our love dwells. Home. Dear, sweet home.
for gary moore...
...ain't nothing but the blues
talkin' sweltering licks
screaming through flaming hues
reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul
of devilish chords on those walkways of paris
strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll
so though your time here and now may be up
and though your moments here and now may be through
forgive me for borrowing your words again
cos' we still got the blues for you...
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.
out on the wooden balcony of my room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn
long after attractions and restaurants have closed for the evening.
It wouldn’t take more than a match to light this whole place up.
During the day the boardwalk is a zoo littered with thousands of people
scurrying about thousands of neatly aligned wooden planks placed from
water’s edge to parking lot’s edge. It must have been an overwhelming
task for the ax-wielding lumberjack called upon to supply enough wood
to carpet the concrete floor carpeting an insufficient meadow. At the far
end of the boardwalk near the east entrance is a wooden ferris wheel
not in operation this late at night but its circular mass is still lit up with
little blinking bulbs advertising its presence to late night travelers.
Hanging halesias dangle from the wooden frame of existence. A velvet
breeze comes from the harbor as unseen fingertips caress the water’s thigh.
Without a tree in sight, he carefully strikes a match looking right through me.
5/5/2017
AN: My interpretation of the song Mad World by Gary Jules. Halesias are a flowering plant more commonly known as 'silver bells' or 'snowdrops' that blossom hanging upside down.
What a handsome actor you are,
You have very beautiful eyes.
Your slim good-looking stature,
The many roles you caressed with excellence.
The leading women that were blessed to act with you,
I wished to be an actress at one time.
Happily married with children,
How nice to see you act on screen.
And to become one of the great performers of the century,
I would wish to be the Marlene Dietrich of your life.
Just discovered you one day,
The magic of acting exists.
God blesses us with good role models,
I wish I could stand in line for your autograph and shake your strong hands.
I like you in your cowboy suit and hat,
May God bless you and yours.
Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Gary the Gander was a big silly goose
Who wanted to wander if he could get loose
From confines of the barnyard where he had been born.
He had layers of lard just from dining on corn.
Farmer Bruce was his keeper and treated him well
But Gary had ambitions and wanted to tell
Tall tales to the members of his goosey tribe
Of how he visited bars and learned to imbibe.
His wings were too weak for to carry his weight,
So Gary the Gander was resigned to wait
Until someone carelessly opened the gate
And neglected to close it until ‘twas too late.
Gary the Gander was glad for the chance
To turkey trot off to his very first dance.
A dandy type gander treated Gary quite mean
And told him with emphasis he’d best leave the scene.
A mama goose with lorgnette, looked down her long beak
And decided poor Gary was some kind of freak.
He thought of his sweet little gooses at home
And vowed from his barnyard he’d never more roam.
He thought it was time for him to skedaddle
And so back to his homestead he started to waddle.
Farmer Bruce found him wandering there on the road
And gave him a ride back to his sweet abode.
Now Gary surrounded by a gaggle of geese
Tells tall tales of adventure, his adorers to please.
A tall lanky lug named Gary Giraffe
Acted so awkward he made others laugh.
He never reacted or even to mind,
For Gary seemed to be much too refined.
Gary the gangly, sweet spotted Giraffe
Drank water from a cracked golden carafe.
Some snarling zoo neighbors felt he was odd,
Perhaps an arrogant herbivore clod.
Still, Gary sipped his carafe at the zoo
As an elite giraffe is wont to do.
For giraffe health he did as he ought-er
Never failing to drink his spring water.
Though Gary’s carafe made hyenas laugh
Zoo lions roared loudly for Gary Giraffe.
Life is indeed a funny old game
it's pathways and bends go many a way
many crossroads come to our minds
making decisions to go or just to stay
There was a young chap called Gary
decent quiet nice mannered was he
company was hard especially among girls
felt apprehensive among any not at all free
One day he was walking on his own
met a lady much older with her dog
who asked him what was his job
a joiner by trade at night wrote a blog
He did a few jobs for this lady called Sue
putting up some shelves, made a new door
they got to know each other very well
each one having affection all the more
They went out for meals together
many walks together hand in hand
a fire was burning within each other
this relationship, could it truly stand
So Gary and Sue were now an item
though many years divided their range
both didn't care for love connected them
for them, this 'affair' wasn't at all strange
In the midnight hour, Sue saw
a vision in the dark sky above
one word came down, YES
Gary proposed to say You I love
( This is a fictional write where young meets providentially someone older and they click romantically in love)
Here is a message to my first love. Thanks for hurting me deeply. For putting
me in so many positions I shouldn’t have been in. Thanks for making me think
all dudes are same. Thanks for making me the young lady I am now. Thanks for
messing with somebody I trusted. Thanks for not loving me.
To my first, now I have learned to love again, but just know your control over me
is gone. My feelings are finally gone and I’m glad. No more wishing we was back
together and how it would be lf I would have had your child. To my first, thanks for
not believing in me.
I’m finally free from your love, and I’m so happy with my new man. Thanks Gary,
for not being they’re when I needed you. I’m a better person because of you. Now
I know every dude isn’t the same because somebody has showed me that. So
thanks Gary for being you, not it that time for me to move on.