Best Gazette Poems
Andrea D?...No brainer:
Dandy
Andie
Or in her younger, wilder days she may have been:
Randy
Andie?
(Just kidding! Just kid...Ouch!)
I have no choice but to categorize several poems by my mentor as:
Guzzi's
Doozies
(Now don't YOU start on me Deb!)
Ms. Macmillan's writing style is quite modern so here-to-forth she is:
Trendy
Cyndi
(You're not gonna' hit me too are you Cyndi?)
It is rumored that Mr. O is a care-free soul so some might name him:
Groovin'
Ruben
And be sure to keep up with current South African events in the:
Suzette
Gazette
A Christmas poem composed by Carol Brown could be a:
Carol
Carol
Writer's block PD? No sweat!...Just a temporary case of:
Souper
Stupor
Okay, that's enough...
When taking a bath in the tub
The first thing you'll notice, if you stay in too long,
Is how your fingertips shrivel.
Then, as you rub and scrub,
You might see bits of skin coming off your legs and arms
And you begin to grow little.
Some children pay no attention
To the warning signs I mention;
They stay in the bathtub all afternoon,
Until they start to dissolve.
They get smaller and smaller and smaller
Until they're far too small to holler;
They get wrinklier and wrinklier and pretty soon
They've shrunk so much there's nothing left
Except a ball of wrinkled skin
Where once a healthy kid had been.
This wrinkled skin is dyed blue
And sold in the store as a prune.
"How Prunes are Made" was in Nomo the Zine, November 1991, and was reprinted in The Ratty's Gazette 8, 1995. It is a poem in the ongoing series "Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems and Stories."
Let the Fowls Go
Release
three geese
Fowl Abuse
I struck
my duck
Jokester Duck
Chuckling
Duckling
Crazy Bird Resort
The loon
Lagoon
Bird Mystery Novel
Who slew
Cuckoo?
The Welcomed Garden Bird
Again . . .
the wren!
Did you get enough to Drink?
Say when,
Gray wren
Most Revered Ones
Pharaoh’s
Sparrows
Bird Gazette Headline
Blind Larks
find parks
Bird Acquaintances
She knows
three crows
Nor ahead of
Nor behind the times ~
The bell-tower floats her chimes
A haze…
Languorous oft in summer days
Where sundrops drip
From melting skies
Onto city grind
And parasols shade the cobbled grays
Across back alley lanes
Trains and trolleys tip toe by
As a fool in love forever waits
Among a noon bistro Paris crowd
For his girl, who is always fashionably late
Outside a sidewalk somewhere café cityscape
Young beauties amidst a mid-day stroll
Becomingly, become ever respectively
The flowers that line the picket way
Or some frilly prize ponies
Beneath carousels about avenues of Torrid place
A testament to this…
The carriage horses that turn their whiny heads
And then, when I turn mine
It’s to witness boots of cavalier instead
That step to one side
For moments languor has left
As my own prize has made red carpets rise
Those flutter lashes like shotguns glint blasts
And soon the white dove makes its notorious descent
Where the gentlemen, unbeknownst to them, become like minded ruffians
As they dive into madness for her precious handkerchief
“Oh” this women of mine, she has her perculiar ways
Just like all the silly rest
My damsel mademoiselle never enters into throes of distress
Longer lace invites mischievous about a button down dress
And her kisses offer smiles and arduent waves
With utter love contempt to them, but my hand is her biggest praise
I guess it’s the thrill of the game
And she’s the tigress and I her willful prey
Opening up the Gazette, coffee I incredulous sip and purposely hide my face
As my sweet flora strolls my way
And lands into her lover's arms
In a somewhere summer Paris afternoon café
You keep money secure thank you bank
Financial institution you are high is rank.
Accepting deposits you create credits see,
Honey is collected too flower thanks bee.
Keeping people happy you share interest,
This may be compound this may simplest.
Bearing mortgages also you provide loan,
At due time you collect due is too known.
Of their current liabilities under torsion
Liquid assets are equal to only a portion.
Under policy of special gazette of nation,
Fractional reserve banking rules relation.
Liquidity in minimum capital you ensure,
Basel accords base you then us you assure.
Moving around you I observe the bankers,
In material life money matters say anchors.
Diamond you keep, silver you keep gold,
In safe locker all keep ornaments do hold.
Old you are new you are I hold inner core,
Values, virtues are my wealth feels chore.
Management of selfless banking is shown.
Safe banking I do on line on myself own,
I am soul the original bank of power light,
Supervisor of my bank is God is very right.
Had sorrow came back with a full army,
Crushing every piece of me in this broken heart?
I have now shaking hands,
Trembling in fear and praying
Praying for a soul which is standing
Standing on an edge of a deadly cliff.
This soul is afraid to choose a path,
Cause it had never decided its own destiny solely,
It is afraid.
It had promised and didn’t succeed to fulfill,
The soul made a pledge between Me and Myself:
“I will never be afraid again,
Not until I will be recognized”
Heal me I am lonely,
And hear the words I want to say.
To God and to his mightily power:
“I am somebody with a lonely soul,
Hanging on a cliff thinking of a sore,
A hardship of a fading face leaning against a family
That is waiting for an ending
In the deadly cliff”
I feel and I don’t dare to tell my inner thoughts,
“A gazette in the mouth of a lion”
The only description that fits me.
I long for an ear of understanding,
Cause I am tired from speaking to deaf people.
Who catch the shallow of the speech.
To a friend, a father, a mother, a brother or sister,
Why can’t you be there when I need?
My heart now is not just broken but it is full of regret.
I regret giving my trust to the ones who don’t deserve it,
And for letting myself being treated harshly.
And then I regret believing that this is what it should be when it shouldn’t be.
I left myself accumulating the hated of years
Until now.
Now I don’t know if I should be full of regret or full of sorrow.
It seems that I can’t even explain my own fear to myself.
I am left as usual alone .
On between an endless sea and a large desert.
And for sure now this mistreatment is an obligation
Upon a soul on the deadly cliff.
In natures gazette,
Colony of centipedes;
Shoe salesman wanted,
Again the sun will rise and the moon will shine,
Again the night will shudder,again the night will whine.
Again the darkness will beseech, the sky will remorse for its stalemate,
Again her wail will lament in the hellish night, her body will be bruised and her soul will creamate.
Again the candles will burn in smoulder, again the cortège will walk,
Again the daily gazette will be flung with headlines and debates and talks,
Again the horde will scream for punishment and justice,
Again the social media will rise in protest, again the court will surfeit with another case.
Again another news will herald, another "she " will be torned apart,
Another imploring wail will groan in the sky, another predator will born with benignity full of wry.
Again another delicate soul will wane, another trust will be transformed in bane.
Again her eyes will open to witness the succour given to her,
Again her eyes will close to re-experience the horror she had to bear.
Marching, rallies and "online" protest will continue to stay, the vermin will continue to lacerate its prey,
To stop the beastly crime everyone must "stand" together, without any class barrier.
Covering the body is not important, to uncover the veiled thinking is more significant.
Not clothes but coarse glare is more ablest, for an impeccable child cannot lure the beast,
When the probity totters, even demon can be born in priest.
Woman are not for consumption, she is anyone's mother, daughter, sister or wife.
Do not pierce her soul and let her die, she can bless the world with a new life.
Let us not be the second one, but the first to secure,
Because once upon a time you may have heard "prevention is better than cure".
I light up another cigarette,
its smoke turns into puffs...
then they form small clouds':
a skeleton drawn in the gazette.
It's a disregard for this precious life,
consider myself worthless and grab a knife;
but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve,
because not having faith is a moralistic issue.
Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content.
I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might
as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. "
Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat!
My teeth are getting yellow, not bright;
my breath stinks, folks avoid me.
I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit,
a priest goes by and scolds me!
It's a disregard for precious life,
it's a misery not to have a wife;
not to kiss her and say good night,
I blame myself for this self-plight!
I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself,
should I forget that I once was that guy?
A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh,
" Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "
For nigh on thirty years since he and Ma had married,
Pa had a breakfast table routine that never, ever varied!
The menu was standard - bacon, fried eggs and gravy bread,
And no one dared bother him 'til the Daily Gazette he'd read!
The family bowed their heads as he offered a desultory grace,
Then he grasped the paper, thence, his clan seldom saw his face,
Except his eyes now and then glaring over the top of the paper,
If someone talked, sneezed or perpetrated some irksome caper!
From behind the paper came a cacophony of slurps and snorts,
And an occasional "dag nabbit" if an article put him out of sorts!
Ma was ready in an instant with more coffee - she knew the drill,
When Pa, never lowering the paper, rattled his cup for another fill!
Sundays were different - he hid behind the paper in his easy chair,
As Ma and the kids marched to church leaving him discomfitted there!
If the daily rag was not delivered or suffered some minor delay,
Pa's day was ruined - he didn't have very nice things to say!
The kids were excused, eyes glued to the paper he mumbled "goodbye".
They left scratching their heads wondering, "Who was that guy?"
Their conjecturing of who it might be was never quite complete,
Since they seldom saw the elusive face behind the printed sheet!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Received
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
I tire of the Sorrows in LIFE
Joy eludes me ; except in POEM
I Truly miss my Beloved : WIFE
But I am here, and SHE is There
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
In Heaven I’ll Live anywhere
Golden Castle ; or Oceans foam
I walk along my catacomb
Fearful of Evil, silhouette
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
As Written in “Heaven’s Gazette”
Just once more, I see my “ LENORE “
Be Queen of Heaven’s Honeycomb
Ready to Live FOREVER More
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
Twig twists intersect then spread victory
Receptors sprout cat waving paws
Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary
Lump eye timber columns support
Steer me clear of thatch caged cluster
Cheerleader twirling ribbons sizzle
Shifted to soft focus forest, fairy dusted
In drifting dandelion seed celestial
Thrown down overlap of toasty tobacco
Crinkle constant joke cracked faces
Humour grants razor slim grasses tackle
Unused nests during seasons' phases
Basket interweave splice strap sun poke
Probes timid shade a radiating halo
Lathered limbs in blossom shampoo soak
Crown me neath ghostly citrine glow
Sombre trots towards her restful rotunda
Floating pollen fluff Snugglepot ego
Fingers spring flags of woodland wonder
Grip ant gazette trail to safe gazebo
6th March
Exists in the middle
The Muse, In My Quill
I hadn't realized my penning going on
Before the ink ran dry of my Quill.
If I had just started with my array,
For these words that I had written.
May have been on some other penned display.
I assure you, though, that you are the muse,
For today in this world that has become confusing.
Was it a destined write to be,
The story told of a sea of words still in my Quill, in me?
If these words hadn't come when they did,
Jotting down everything rolling through the Quill
Of my pen so swiftly amid.
I can't give up too soon in my quest just yet,
For the display, that I had arrayed,
Of these words that come to display,
I write, that might take me today to the Gazette.