Best Gear Poems
What makes the hiking up mountains more striking?
What makes the driving more fun than arriving?
What makes the ocean-ing worth the sun lotioning?
Gear!
Gear makes the biking much more to my liking,
Gear makes the camping way less spirit-damping,
Gear makes the gardening less callous-hardening,
Let's hear it for Gear!
Now softball-leaguing is way more intriguing,
Now boogie boarding is much more rewarding,
Now even jogging feels less like a flogging,
3 cheers for the Gear!
Titanium! Spandex! Aluminum! Latex!
Hi-tech! All-weather! Light as a feather!
No wonder I struggled for many a year -
I had not the wherewithal to buy the gear!
No matter what season you're
set to impress just like the
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
set to impress just like the
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
Bill the buff and nerdy brave,
Was told the day was his to save
Alas, he wanted just to read
And from this horrid world be freed
The jocks and coach had cornered him
And forced him into football gear
And when his mother saw him there
She grinned to him from ear to ear
Burdened then by many eyes
Bill had nowhere to go
The pain Bill had was hid inside
And no-one was to know
Eventually it was too much
And Bill just had to leave
He left behind an empty shell
And no-one even grieved.
slar, slar, see you later, Danny P, you are a masterbator.
Slar bucks, is all i can say, i need a kebab, every single day.
The turbs is gone, they towed it away, it had so much rust, they crushed it 2day.
We had bare jokes, in that car, arrested 2 times in 1 nite, they took it 2 far.
U knocked over a drink, then put ur head down, the pigs pulled us over, the ****in stupid clowns. I should have put my foot down, we would have not got very far, the 3rd gear turbs, see u later.
Waitin in da station, smellin of ****, bare police lookin at me, I felt like a tit.
Then drove home they stopped us again, i couldnt stop laughin, i was in so much pain.
"we just been to the station, we cant go again, here is my paper work, Danny.P is my name".
Born into this realm surreal,
With truth being revealed,
Lack of understanding so it remains sealed,
Was feeling weak, but with that there's a negative cost,
So lost but I refuse to retreat,
See this system won't beat me,
The tree of knowledge is the living key,
Always keen, so I wake from my ignorance and dreams,
Dreaming a dream that's influenced by the green,
Now that’s past tense, been clean since the start of the year,
Hence I’ve got myself back into gear,
Was blinded by the glare of all the deceit out there,
But today is shining bright like a flare in the sky's night,
I’ve ignited my inner ignition again and again when I've lost sight,
No one to blame but myself,
Relapsed collapsing my consciousness health,
From out of my mouth can come unthoughtful information,
When I leave my path and forget my destination,
Restoration is needed, heeded instead of being defeated,
Remembering our heated minds can change and have miracle abilities,
Through mindful activity causing brain plasticity,
Even a super computer can't compare,
For this we need active awareness practices which today is very rare,
Meditation and conscious of being self-aware,
While on this earth expedition,
Tell yourself this over and over through daily repetition,
Ignorance is currently the world’s situation,
No understanding of our physical and mental reality conditions,
Being negatively focused on this puts us into all sorts of depressions....
It's like death but sweeter
It's freezing by the heater
It's narcissism, fanaticism,
And folly on a cake
It's like steel but tougher
I've got acid but no buffer
It's cynicism, pessimism,
And idiocy in a shake
It's like mucus but putrid
It's milk and booze diluted
It's nihilism, optimism,
And ignorance in a pie
It's like sugar but sour
It's drowning in the shower
It's like having happiness and sorrow
Impaled into your eyes
For Steve with Love
More vague than unclear the causes cry out an alibi.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to slide by.
Feelings bunch up, they crouch within my throat.
My tries to set them loose, just cause them to float.
I want to make it complete,
just take this life and wrap it up all nice and neat.
BUT … my scissors edge is bland
and they shake in my hand;
… my paper is worn
and the gold edges torn;
plus, my tape won’t adhere -
say … am I in the right gear?
It’s smiles I want in greed’s own count of more.
Some wants wash out in contamination's pour
of severe thunder-reared, heavily flared dank-air
ill aimed at my wants soft dreaming atop mohair.
She was standing on the flight deck,
soldier girl in full gear,
she reflects,
as she was trained to pick up the rear,
thinking of her past life,
she was a mother, and a wife,
that made a promise, she’d be back,
but now she is out at sea in a middle of an attack,
she felt their tears,
she sensed their fears,
and the fears of other soldiers running past her at full speed,
brothers and sisters at arm on the high sea,
some shot, some bleed,
as the ocean feeds,
and they try to flee,
a superior fleet in retreat,
as the incoming bombs made the ship debris,
she turned to her captain,
the man she had trusted most,
saw the bombs instantly turn him into a ghost,
she shook her head in exasperation,
war puts them in that situation,
her family wondering how she’s doing,
and she’ wonders that too,
as the destruction to the ship left no clue,
every fiber of her being struggled for stability,
but her flesh ripped apart with such incredibility,
as she barely restrained her fury,
ghost fighting a spirit, a spirit fighting a ghost,
then her ship finally went down,
and she hung her head,
they were never found,
the soldier girl in full gear, dead.
Shift The Red and White Polka Dots In Gear Mama
From parked rains the little boy lets out a scream
Past the clouds and rainbows his eyes day dream
His umbrella shields his pent up pain
And his shouts weigh on mother's vain
For he tears eternally for a sister's voice and gleam
Please mama, he says, bring me a red and white polka dot
For loneliness of being alone, he cries and fraught
He asks his parked stork for a girl wonder
So he can be her yearning big brother
To babies cries and stork's flying wings, he waits and sought
connie pachecho
9/27/17
Note-not for contest, fun in the sun is better
So hope is needed so we can carry on positively and cope,
For those who see what reality really is through their intellectual scopes,
Many turn to dope even as far as a piece of rope,
In pain put it around their neck and choke,
Broken mentally in a society that addresses suicide quietly,
So we need change,
Exchange these devilish ways of decay,
Look around you at the results on display,
Am I crazy in a state of amazement of the actions of today?
I see it clearly,
Can you hear me?
Can you see the acts of all the ignorance being ignored?
A human flaw more insane than blood stains of war,
What for? Glory and a history story for the coming generations of sin,
My thoughts spin as I witness what this monstrosity brings,
So I have no faith in humanity as one,
Together we live underneath the sun but we plunder,
Is there a savior out there looking over the earth?
If so bring the thunder and strike down man with a hunger,
To learn and understand the consequences of our actions,
Which brings the reactions of disturbing the natural law interactions,
Can we overcome our petty distractions?
The ones that make us silly, stupid and dumb,
Ask yourself how far have you really come?
When you don't know your purpose and where you’re from,
For some will be enlightened and the remaining will continue to fall,
Words of wisdom installed but killed by the human state of ignorance in us all.
Quincy Mac
Date Written 31.3.2016
as you step out
no doudt
be ready
kept steady
put it on
you can't go wrong
to always wear
your
RAIN GEAR
The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …
A woman has captured my capital
And what’s next if not Hospital?
The whole stuff taken to any doorstep
And claiming to have watched my every step …
My eyes have been fed humbling scores,
Another shutting of my political doors
An angering spread sheet on my lap
Underscoring my defeat by a gap.
And I swear animals what these portend,
Birds to laugh if I do them contend …
Right now A chairwoman Elect!
And they wouldn’t me select.
Already, I can see her sky-scraping head gear
And celebratory fanfare in high gear
Artificial eye-lashes one can glimpse from hundred meters
And music-powering generator with hundred litres …
And guess I’m emigrating to Dakar
Or to far-off fourth Africa
Or perhaps nearer Niamey …
No eye-lashes wearer will chair me.
Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.
Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if a sugar rush may cheer,
The wilted flower speaks the hard truth through his voice.
Drive away through the fear
All gassed up with a positive view.
Make sure that he hits the dead with his steer,
So they have a peaceful few.
Drive right into the fear,
Right into a city of the dead.
Now they’re free, but they’re back into the drear,
In a macabre carnival they fled.
Crash right into the fear,
Because they just can’t catch a break.
The eldest that stands tall like a statue tells them to kick it into high gear,
But the torrential downpour will awake.
Drown out the fear,
Run through the cold November Rain.
They’ll reach the final stretch at a pier,
Yet the bridge might be their bane.
Jeremy Clarkies underpants, voluminous they’re not
They’re oh so very tiny, but Jerry thinks they’re hot
Though Jeremy appears to be, big and tough and strong
In reality he likes to wear, a silky, lacy, thong
These garments can constrict a bit and often bring a tear
But a little pain is worth it when you know you’re in top gear
Dress
me
O Lord
each new morn
in your attire-
to rescue others from the mire
Inspired by W B Yeats pem entitled 'He wishes for the clothes of heaven'