Best Gawp Poems
Look you for Matisse's Daughter?
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The cat glides paw in the water.
It is glaring at three goldfish.
Jolly tulips are on left side.
The bowl with fish is on a dish.
Gawp at colors so bright in frame...
The cat glides paw in the water.
I guess the fish have fear inside!
(No sign of Matisse's daughter.)
The wallpaper has hearts on it -
Look garish in Fauvist color.
The cat glides paw in the water.
Nothing here to mark as duller.
This cat goes yellow, mark it well...
Never like the one of daughter.
The three fish look up to the cat.
The cat glides paw in the water.
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The painting describes "Le Chat aux Poissons Rouges",
translated correctly as goldfish, not red fish.
4/24/2017
Contest - Celebration of Art
Sponsor - Kim Rodriguez
1st place win
Categories:
gawp, art, cat, fish,
Form:
Quatern
Iced-sweats seep down her ebony skin-
this sexy number 8 needs a take-in.
while she gawp, i stared back
only to drool and hijack
her, for her name is GUINNESS, my sole kin!
Categories:
gawp, imagination,
Form:
Limerick
.
The wild wind’s whisper haz
touched the budding roses
giving them life
The gawp from the writer
before the readers
yep
wuz jaw dropping
Yep
I’ve seen other roses
budding
yet these which were before me
yep
tumid
and were an umber
sought by many uh poets
Yet
I
yep
I
have outwitted
the masters
*Les clins d'oeil de poete
Categories:
gawp, sensual, vanity,
Form:
Free verse
Mountain soften the gawp of sun
far beyond the boondocks,
where the fog plays in stillness,
‘fore the banties arouse the glade
When life came to Bottom Land
bare feet stomped common paths
Between the tall oak trees
echoes stood for seconds,
as tiny voices cartwheeled
from hanging rocks that bite into the dell
The Good River lend a hand, Big Sandy,
to water the Bottom Land,
three acres that fed nine mouths
and satisfy our bellies
When the snow turn up,
and pile high on the new year,
like cotton on a mule cart,
Pap wore rags to keep his toes;
we count ten in early spring
When God send Roosevelt and the WPA,
Pap wore cow hide boots like men ought to
The log cabin was heaven; we lived like gods
In winter, we listen to the hissing of burning
fir and pinewood, and Pap’s alluring hunting tales
Ma’s fried-green tomatoes and cornmeal pancakes
were more than quails falling ‘fore Mt Horeb,
and Pap was more than Moses,
We loved more than Israel,
far from the isle where milk and honey flow
Categories:
gawp, childhood, father, mother,
Form:
Narrative
.
In mine duke
the crystal sated
firmly in my custody
as mine gawp through the pane
of your supple walk past I
yesss
the sound from the distance
your sandals brushing the walk
and the flurry of mine heart
caused the rush of the crystal
to mine lips
The sounds turned to sight
as you entered mine picture
Oh the bliss of my pounding pulse
held steady
with assist of the red found in
mine crystal
Your pause to lean and sense the
bouquet of my flaxen roses
did lend hark to the
crystal’s empty
Categories:
gawp, passion,
Form:
Narrative
My middle aged spread is just spreading
So I thought I should join a new gym
Got to fit in my dress for a wedding
With some exercise I could get thin
I’ve got these new gym pants that sparkle,
And a t-shirt that flatters my tum,
I look like a fat Meghan Markle,
Well, ok, I look like her fat Mum.
I’ve got me a personal trainer
Who’s worked out an exercise plan
And with dieting, it’s a no brainer
Plus, who knows, I might find a new man!
They all hang around by the free weights,
Looking muscly and tanned and exotic,
Saying stuff like “hey, I’ll spot for YOU, mate!”
It’s terribly **********.
I gawp at a steroid packed beefcake
his neat package on full display
Lifting weights with his very good ‘friend’ Blake
It’s a pity they’re overtly gay
I’ve a voucher to try spinning classes
All the cyclists are dripping with sweat
They wobble their cute little ‘asses’
I’m going to get fit you can bet
I might have a go at Pilates
(All those supple but sensitive men!)
But the “down dog” pose makes me quite farty
So I might “blow” my chance there and then.
The Zumba class gets my heart racing
My boobies they wobble like jelly
This gym bug I’m really embracing
It beats sitting down watching telly
Cos it’s fun getting breathless and sweaty
While drinking in all of the sights,
And so long as the staff don’t eject me,
It all counts as cardio, right?
All spent, I lie in the Jacuzzi
My bikini floats off in the bubbles
I look like a desperate floozie
I guess that’s the least of my troubles!
So here’s hoping I gain some more vigour
While my bum shrinks to tiny perfection
Who knows, with my smokin’ new figure
I might pull at the wedding reception!
Written with Nina Parmenter who is a fabulously talented very funny lady and a joy to collaborate with!
2/14/18
Categories:
gawp, body, fun, health, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Nights turning into morning
sun goes down, we come alive
two wounded birds, awaits the dawning
the days of our life
each night, afloat in my sphere
you shoot athwart my dark sky
but life isn’t fair
the reason I cannot fly
some nights you’d appear as the blood-moon
to keep a lonesome me cheerful
and perky like the crescent-moon
then I gawp and feel blissful.
Categories:
gawp, best friend, firework, first
Form:
Rhyme
My mouth is weak in gape
That night my eyes in gawp
The night of war in memory
Horrendous ISIS brought Paris.
Horror! The world in anguish
Bataclan Theatre in despair
Before Eiffel shrieked in anguish
The dead, maimed, the innocents
The glints of Eiffel now in glitch
Begrimed! 13th of eleventh month
As bodies in bags she sees
But cry not further, Eiffel
Borders shall be in open
Eiffel shall tower and smile
Bow not shall we to them
Cowards, men in dark visitations
Categories:
gawp, anger, sad, sorrow, sympathy,
Form:
Elegy
STUPID GIRLS
THINK THEIR ALL THAT
THEIR JUST MESH MASH
WHILST OUR PERSONALITIES CLASH
THEIR JUST TRASH
LOOKING LIKE WAGS
THEIR JUST TRAMPS
YOUR SPEAKING TO ME
I DON'T SEE ANYONE ELSE HERE BUT YOU
SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO
GIVE ME A BRUISE 'CAUSE I WAS RUDE
YOUR THE ONE WITH THE BLEEDIN' ATTITUDE
ALL OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE
WITH REAL HAIR
THEIR WANNA ALL GAWP AND STARE
BECAUSE WHAT'S ON THEIR HEADS AINT THEIR'S
THEIR WOULD'NT KNOW A GOOD THING UNTIL IT WEARS
THIS AINT RARE
THEIR TRESSES GO WITH THE AIR
IT DOES'NT STAND THEIR
I ANALYSE HOW THEIR BARE
SELLING SEX EVERYWHERE
WITH ME THEIR TRY TO CAMPARE
ONE SHOUD'NT EVEN DARE
I'VE GOT MODESTY
I'VE GOT DIGNITY
THINK YOUR NICE
YOUR NOT WHAT I DON'T LIKE
THINK YOUR PRETTY
SHAME MEN ONLY LOVE YOU 'CAUSE YOUR DEROGATIVELY DIRTY
THEM OF YOU STILL HAVING BABIES
DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT STDS
I KNOW THE AUDIENCE HAS HEARD IT ALL BEFORE
HERE'S IT TO YOU RAW
Categories:
gawp, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
I know we could make it.
You’re bashful;
You grin with the innocence a temptress feigns,
Spouting out outrageous eyefuls
Of an open garden gate.
Prodding thoughts that tiptoe up to high heavens
And crack down like lightening,
Like bodies from buildings when they hit cement;
You are the long-lost riot I dreamt.
You take hot baths and listen to Bach and hide under the bed;
I sit at your feet and gawp up at you like you were unreachable,
A star in the dust overhead.
I know we could make it;
You and I go together like salt and wounds,
Like a moth and the moon,
Like spools to a loom.
You were the fall that came for me too soon.
I only write when I am at the tip of unsteady introspection,
And can see death from above.
I only care for you because you are the last person
I know I’ll ever love.
Categories:
gawp, loneliness, longing, love, love
Form:
Rhyme
You hang on a rail
Poised in the window.
Flaunt yourself to passers by.
They gawp at you
Then walk on by.
You start to feel cheap
No one cares anymore
They want to swap you
For a newer model.
They move you to the back
You've sunk to their level.
Few people try you on.
Your last year's fashion.
Your on sale.
Categories:
gawp, allegory, life, parody,
Form:
Free verse
My memory endures a tourniquet
as it tries to forget, while holding blood.
It used to sport a bouquet
as it tried so hard to boast.
Bouquet becomes tourniquet.
A flow is held.
A part of me is throttled, my throat is squeezed.
It wants to loosen - but strangles.
Some things will not release.
Eyes will gawp, try to pop.
Memory can cause so much pain.
That tourniquet that holds so much.
(4 May 2003)
Categories:
gawp, body, memory, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out
of bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.
Categories:
gawp, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow, rainbow skimmers
flick and shimmer.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying
swimming in and out
of bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.
Categories:
gawp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Long did Odin recline
nursed by the long slain.
Long had he relied for news
from his two ravens,
from a world he still thirsted after
and long did love.
His one eye itched
for their long expected return.
Muninn
(known in the old tongue,
as Odin’s Memory),
at last appeared.
The birds sable feathers
were now ghost-grey.
It stumbled in its speech
as it spoke of
what it had seen of the world.
Long were its strange tales,
long were the gaps in its telling
until Odin could not piece together
the recalled from the unrecalled.
In time his second great raven
Huginn (Odin’s thoughts),
entered his awareness
together with its dark ponderings.
Its dire re-telling's
they smote Odin with such force
that he gasped
in a toothless gawp of horror.
He called for his nurse, alas
no nurse was to be found,
he was adrift
upon the long night.
Dawn found his caregivers
searching high, seeking low.
yet only the long discarded bones
of ancient ravens littered his abode.
Categories:
gawp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse