Best Gecko Poems
A gecko who represents GEICO
My fame sure continues to grow
And because I am cute
I have money to boot
Who’d guess I’d been raised in a ghetto
Insurance I’m in, so let’s begin
Assessing your worth, to your chagrin
No policy covers
That place where you hover
Think we insure bats? You’re mistaken!
*NOT a contest entry
Baby gecko on the wall
You are so very, very small.
Have you come inside to play?
Or just to pass the time away?
Does your mother know you’re here?
Or is she searching everywhere.
She must be frantic with emotions reeling
While you’re just walking on my ceiling.
If I catch you, and put you out
Will you know your way about?
If you go through a different door
You won’t see your mother anymore.
So I’ll have to let you stay
To wander on your merry way.
I hope one day you’ll be big and strong
And stay outside, where you belong
Geico's Gecko is a strange little dude
Talking funny and strolling in the nude
But be that as it may
I'm sure he earns his pay
At selling insurance he's mighty shrewd
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly I cried.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
'Stop, wake up you stupid Moth' sadly l cried.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.
Moth dived, got scorched on a suicide flight.
Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, I espied.
Dazed, Moth got up preparing for another dive.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.
Creeping Gecko with a dancing tongue, l espied.
Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Gecko's tongue lashed out, Moth got eaten alive.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'
Gecko looked at me, winked and smiled.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
'Snap out of it stupid Man, go get a life.'
I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl
So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks
Unruly neighbor holding night long juice jointed jamborees
Where alcohol steams the atmosphere with its truth venom
Inhaling vapours that create this courage that carries cowards
Yes I will blink, sleep deprived laborer courting reluctant pens
Refusing to yield hidden gems and buried treasures like jade
And tanzanite blue rhythms that accompany melodies and dirges
Legend has it that only the cry of the lion is met with sympathy
That of the lamb actions firing coals and flaring wood piles
Eager to consume flesh of the flesh returning it to the soil
Crosses are only temporary and sting in Easter
If carried by the many Simons that dot our unholy lives
Mother was the first and most enduring taken for granted
Only Gecko’s know the patient denuding effects of focus
Turning this pages that refuse to yield riches
And daily only seem to offer me
The menses of aborted dreams
Wouldn't it be strange if all of a sudden that Allstate Insurance wizard,
Got choked up and began speaking Aussie like unto that little lizard!
Conversely, wouldn't it be mighty odd if the Geico Gecko should,
Elect to speak in those sonorous tones be be understood!
Folks would be perplexed determining if "You Are In Good Hands" assurance,
Or "It's So Easy A Cave Man Can Do It 15 Minutes Could Save A Bundle" insurance!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
BREAKING NEWS:
There are unconfirmed reports that, while filming a new advertisement campaign, (on location), on the island of Flores in Indonesia, Martin the Geico Gecko, was eaten by a local komodo dragon named Varanus. Initial info suggests that Martin was taunting the komodo, but that is NOT yet substantiated.
Details are just emerging, but it seems Martin, whose body has not yet been found, (pictured here just moments before the tragedy), was initially bitten at a post-shoot party given by relatives, and was later attacked and eaten on his way to the Bintang Flores Hotel, after succumbing to the effects of the initial bite.
In a surprising twist it has been discovered that, even if they DO find his remains, his immediate family has no means by which to provide a funeral service or decent burial as, (according to a family spokesman), they are "just lizards" and have no regular income, (please contact the family if you'd like to help out).
Even more shockingly, they admitted that Martin was sadly "uninsured" ... so tragic. Let's pray this is just a hoax, and that the "little green bugger", (as he's affectionately called by his agent), has simply wandered off in a state of instinctual bliss. We're told this DOES happen sometimes with his particular species.
There is, as yet, little investigative information or hard evidence for authorities to proceed with, as the only witness was a rare Mascambing Cockatoo, who has since mysteriously vanished without a trace. Before its disappearance, however, the cockatoo was heard by many people as repeating Martin's last known words, ad nauseum, "Eat me, dragon! Eat me!"
They DO have the primary suspect under surveillance. However, due to the slow digestive habits of komodo dragons, it may be some time before any "solid" evidence emerges, and even LONGER before they can find a forensic specialist willing to analyze it, (it's a rather messy business, that). Please watch for further updates.
Mr. Gecko,
You are not Geico
Mr. SoBe,your name is not Ghecki.
Mr. Wiesman, your heritage is not Gargoyle.
Lime illuminating, advertising
Chirping, adhering to the humidity covered pane.
Hemut Stump toed comrade,
Licking lidless membraned eyes,
Perfected coned vision.
Wafered padded setae,
Suctioning eight times his body,
straddling atop sleek blades of greenery.
Dwarf extinct.
New Zealand`s lost treasure.
Delcourts Gecko remains King of his reptiles.
Self copulation is an unfortunate reality,
when you are a handsome neon lizard.
Mary had a gecko
Its skin was shamrock green
But everywhere that Mary went
It changed its colour scheme
When Mary went to Heaven
Her gecko made the scene
Saint Peter sent them back again
He thought they had gangrene!
So when you get to Heaven
And you need a go-between
Just ask for Mary's gecko
Its the Devil's own routine!
gecko's eyes swivel
to the right edge of the wall
ushering in rain
Hidden
Out of sight
Usually by day
Safely tucked away
Eats insects and cockroaches yum! yum!
Goes clings to ceiling runs
Everywhere at night
Cause you don't want anyone to
Know that you
Own a house gecko
(Because everyone needs one(house gecko) but no one would want people to know they
have one. Strictly fictional even thought some truth.)
Flutters a crocodile gecko his thick-edged tail,
And licks his sticky lips with his twisted tongue;
His eyes ablaze with fire, and in his abdomen,
Rotten corpses stand erect like haunting tombs.
And now - withering thuds of heavy strides
Drown the boulder, the child’s hideout,
And a wretch with a deep cut on his right jaw
Towers, beclouding him like a deformed ghost.
A tender home gecko breaks his own tiny tail
As a trick to escape from Crocodile’s grip,
Yet Crocodile lands on the tailor-less soul,
Seizes him by his neck, and they wrestle and fall.
Wresting - rustling stops, and sky stands higher;
Nature’s slow somber music laments in a choir.
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Jan. 12, 2021 (Originally posted on Aug. 11, 2020)
PODIUM PLACING PROMISE(7) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Aug. 18, 2020)
Aug. 11, 2020
INFLICTIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
How could I forget?
Who am I not to remember?
As the little boy marched on with a gecko as pet,
Determined to let it go, by mid-September,
He took it away from the ornamental cage,
Covered it with a colorful piece of Chinese satin.
He started climbing up the mountain, covered with sage.
Gecko, to him, has always been a pet so special.
As day time vanished and dusk settled,
Little boy marched on, the journey half conquered,
Never has he felt that his time was wasted,
Gecko was worth all these hours being accumulated.
Once he had reached the enchanted place,
Right there amongst the tulips and lilies,
Under the watchful eyes of space,
With the moon and stars as accessories.
“There you go gecko”! “Here you won’t feel in abandon!”
Little boy glanced at his friend with tears in his eyes.
“I won’t forget you as long as my name is Brandon!”
He hugged his gecko tightly, and whispered farewell under the skies.
…… But the night was falling and Brandon had to leave…
Romance in Nature is filled with dancing and singing, and a little color.
~ Poet
A sprightly creature shares my home.
Little beige gecko, oft times green,
regards my porch as if his own.
Many hours he may be seen
from railing to roof, and in between.
My porch, his favored retreat,
filled with ferns and jasmine yellow,
provides his shelter, idyllic and neat.
He loses his temperament mellow
when time to challenge another fellow.
At mating time, he struts proudly.
Neck swollen, throbbing ruby from red,
he swaggers and performs loudly.
Prancing around without dread,
he becomes the male he sees in his head.
Sitting on top
of the green hill
on a flat rock
where the grass fills
Sonny the Gecko
layed very still
bathing int he sun
at the top of the hill.
Sonny was happy
to lay there all day
she heard a cry for help
interrupting her sun rays.
Where it came from
she did not know.
She heard it again
and knew she must go.
The tiny voice heard
sounded nearby.
Could it be near the hive
where the honey bees fly?
Could it be near the pond
where the frogs hop along?
Could it be near the nest
where the bluebirds sing their song?
Could it be near the river
where the fish all swim?
Could it be near the meadow
where the elephants are not slim?
Could it be near the tree
where the bears scratch their backs?
Could it be near the tall grass
where the lions like to attack?
Could it be near the forest
where the monkeys swing up high?
Could it be near the mountain
where the eagles soar to the sky?
Oh where is it coming from?
I must know now.
I can't wait any longer.
How upsetting, oh how.
Just then she heard
from right below her
the small voice from before
of that she was sure.
The helpless voice
sounded again
the pleas for help
so Sonny began.
She went to all the places
she thought the cries had come
but left them all sad
and went on home.
Back on the rock
Sonny sat thinking
all about the thing
she was to be helping.
She knows she heard it
plain as day
then she heard it again
saying "I want to play."
Sonny looked down
right between her feet.
There stood a small mouse
holding up treats.
"Help me up." cried the mouse
"I'm too small to climb."
So Sonny reached down
how was she so blind.
"I've been looking for help
so I won't be stuck
to get on this big rock
and now I'm in luck."
Together they sat
on the rock in the sun
eating cookies and sweets
and having some fun.
What a wonderful day
it turned out to be
for a small field mouse
and a gecko named Sonny.