Best Germaine Poems
If I were a statue
made of glass from the sea
Would you gaze upon the shards
to see my inner beauty
I would stand up tall, gaze longingly
At the sun on your face,
bright as stars could be
A frozen form, glistening lovingly
Caress me slowly there is no hurry
Yield to the cracks of times great fury
Every facet, every shine, with all its beauty
This statue made of treasure, glass from the sea
*And another beautiful Collab with Germaine Pasley* 6-10-12
When life is spinning out side your mind,
and you find yourself soul searching for the truth inside.
Look on ahead to the left, right and a little bit behind
Then get ready to embrace the change, or just let it ride.
For the day may come when you let your guards down
And the pain in your heart is all that's left to be found
Your soul will feel like only but a whisper in the wind
With this one chance for you, to start over again
You will then be ready to listen with your heart from deep within
Wanting with a feeling to be free, you will then be able to begin
Take a breath of fresh mental air and exhale your troubles away
Open your mind and listen with care, to what your heart has to say
Love and peace are the beauty, coming from within thee
Share them with the world and all that you see
Give yourself a chance to embrace and never to deny
All the world has to offer you,then let your spirit fly
*A beautiful collab with Germaine Pasley* :o)
Dan Kearley:3-2-12
ANGEL NEIGHBOR
When I think of goodness and unusual presence
I recall just one name – Mr. Germaine
Our next door neighbor, just a common man
Just a man, but one fulfilling some celestial plan
In those childhood years we never knew him to anger
But always with a smile, and time to talk a while
He had a little dog. Its name was Jelly Bean
Just a pup, but the most angelic pup we’d ever seen
When I think of innocence, absence of ‘mean’
I always think of seeking, petting Jelly Bean
There are some men who sing praise, profess their faith, their love
Call on the Lord, fold hands, point blue skies above
But then, every now and then, there are these angel men,
Just their loving selves, both early and late
A mystery to all how they radiate
A Sudden Reply to Love - Call and Response
SUDDENLY...
by: Germaine Pasley
Just a kiss just a touch
Just a little too much
Keep my love keep my heart
Keep my mind for a start
Hold me close hold me tight
Hold me through the night
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
There's a place there's a time
There's a beauty in our rhyme
When I'm low when I'm sad
When I'm lost or feeling mad
You give me hope give me bliss
Give me one tender kiss
And I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm claimed all around
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
Take a chance and be
Suddenly...
REPLY TO LOVE...
by: Dan Kearley
I'll take your kiss
With your sweet touch
I could never get enough
With all your love in your sweet heart
Has filled my mind right from the start
I'll hold you close, and tender tight
With flaming passion all thru the night
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be...
With me
Any place or anytime
Our rhymes beauty will intertwine
When your sad or feeling low
Or just lost with no where to go
I'll give you hope with a tender kiss
Filled with passion, and with bliss
If your ever lost you will be found
For my love for you knows no bounds
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be
With me...
A call and response poem collaboration :))
With a whispering sigh,
I feel your kiss caress my lips
My heart begins to race,
as I place my hands on your hips
Longingly my body craves,
the gentle touching of your fingertips
Touch me here, touch me there,
Moaning softly I feel your hands begin to slip
Across my neck and down my back,
Enjoying the frenzy as our clothes rip
Onto the bed we slowly lay,
You the ocean, and I the ship
Beads of passion begin to cascade,
As we are joined together on this climactic trip
Our quickened hearts both beat as one,
Infused together in loves most fierce grip
An arousingly poetic collab with the one and only Germaine Pasley ;)) 6/16/12
Limerick: Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
So she bought a cow, a dog and some geese.
The dog ate the gander
Geese laid no eggs for her,
So she locked the cow up in the deep freeze.
She called up her cousin in the French Alps
Through melodious yodeling yelps.
French cousine long in bed
Kept boiling her own blood,
So she blew the long mountain horn for help(s).
Her cousine germaine, a stout dairy maid
Answered her urgent melodic raid:
“Put the dog in manger,
Let cow sup in anger!”
Eh presto! Milk turned to holed-cheese sans aid!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Would Joan of Arc be a post office clerk
In the year of two thousand and four?
And Lady Godiver, if we could revive her
Would she mop the kitchen floor?
These heros of history, make my lifestyle a mystery
Such women we shouldn’t ignore
So well in my thirties, with hand cream and nappies
I went down on my knees, despite the dog’s fleas
For a Wonderbra, a fancy new car
And a job that would take me far
Now I’m totally weary, yet it seemed fine in theory
To split myself in two . . . as you do!
But I feel like a martyr, this lark’s a non-starter
And I blame Bodacea and Germaine Greer
For this deep-rooted need to have a career
It's like a vase you had but sorry that you bought.
Like behaving as if you know, when it's so far from what you thought.
Some will despise the truth no matter the cost,
while some prefer to be ignorant than to admit they're lost.
Now life becomes easy with limited ways to earn.
Suddenly people change to crazy with unlimited ways to turn.
Listen carefully and go slow when you read.
Strive for the whole suitcase and not only what you need.
Though I care not for tomorrow It never troubles me to stay
that I'll be down by the river if I am unable to find my way.
So close to the end yet so much distance to the truth,
that time is a thief it takes everything even your youth.
"More dogs than bone", that's the term,
"Many rivers to cross" for some just don't learn.
It must be done for it only takes one
Some things are pointless if some things aren't won.
Priority is key;
So what cant you bare to see?
Desperate times, so speak no evil.
Information is value, so be cautious with people.
When the doors are close your unable to see
that everything has a price including the tree.
My words are perplex of this I am sure
But the odds can never be against us
if we're using metaphors.
written by: Germaine Thompson aka Z' Traveler
The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth
The jokes on you, I was fine
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.
Every word from my pink lips
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No wish from God above
I played you with all my tips
hate the player hate the game
No matter it's all the same
The one biggest lie
I'm sure u will cry
You've only yourself to blame
Germaine Pasley
My people, for too long we have been moving as a nation Independently,
so much so that our girls have become prostitutes and our youths have turned to crime.
The cost of living is high while the value of life has declined.
Now I could tell you what I am about but you've not gone deaf,
only gone blind.
Don't you see that to manipulate and kill each other is no way to achieve?
still others have done this so why must you believe?
"Each one, teach one, give a man a helping hand" .
Was this just a slogan or did I interpret it wrong?
We are God's people and we survive through his grace,
disregarding our race this is what I know.
So why do our men criticize and chastise our sisters
because she does not respond to a "Hi, Psst and hello"
And women why is your worth measured on a piece of paper?
Yourself respect and pride all set aside for later.
When you were born queens of the earth,
the very essence of life is what you give.
You need not money to define your worth
and I am not trying to tell you how to live
but for too long we have been doing it alone and I think it's time
we unite for under God we're all one family
and we've already tried it independently.
written by: Germaine Thompson
SUDDENLY...
by: Germaine Pasley
Just a kiss just a touch
Just a little too much
Keep my love keep my heart
Keep my mind for a start
Hold me close hold me tight
Hold me through the night
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
There's a place there's a time
There's a beauty in our rhyme
When I'm low when I'm sad
When I'm lost or feeling mad
You give me hope give me bliss
Give me one tender kiss
And I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm claimed all around
Love me now love me free
Love me nice and see
How my love can suddenly
Take a chance and be
Take a chance and be
Suddenly...
REPLY TO LOVE...
by: Dan Kearley
I'll take your kiss
With your sweet touch
I could never get enough
With all your love in your sweet heart
Has filled my mind right from the start
I'll hold you close, and tender tight
With flaming passion all thru the night
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be...
With me
Any place or anytime
Our rhymes beauty will intertwine
When your sad or feeling low
Or just lost with no where to go
I give you hope with a tender kiss
Filled with passion, and with bliss
If your ever lost you will be found
For my love for you it knows no bounds
My love for you now will always be
Believe in me, and you will see
How our love will suddenly
Take a chance and be
With me...
A call and response poem collaboration :))
Out of all the relationships I’ve ever been in, few really ever knew me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed, concocted and dispensed from;
A world I know as the files from my performing arts.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay Germaine when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you I lose track.
I’m moved by feelings I can’t even name.
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Younger days and different faces where the blood flowed so thick;
And passion was so hot it set your body on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit with you;
And moves me most even more then the probable thrill of your kiss is;
It’s all of you that has made my heart beat irregular rhythms;
And that I’ll always remember.
Church Bells
Once I lived in a charming English village, near
an ancient church, every Sunday morning
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi-
circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool,
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
From being stewed here
Together in life's spiced pot
We begin to share
The orthographic phoneme
But i think still more germaine
Origin of dust
Denominator common
Yet with meaning lost
Until the grave dust us, we
Single note in time's hist'ry
When the pot begins
To sing again, blending us
Soul and mission sweet
Single soup of harmony
Stirring tastebuds to exult
All consonants one
All vowels an accent change
All emotions merged
For we feel and die as man
We live but as creation
Let need arrange us
Into semantic desire
Love is motion in fire
The candle burning to deliver
Giver singing for lover
ii
D for dream I choose
Recluse imagination shines
Emitting echoes
Ancestral harmony sweet
Meaning in song, dance in feet.