Best Ging Poems

D  ining is fast-food
R  eading is extinct
A  ging is ugly
W alking is inefficient   
K  nitting is unfashionable
C  onversation is abbreviated
A  rt is dying
B  ackward is society...

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I had a cat name snowball
she died!
she died!

my mom said she was at the vet
she lied!
she lied!

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Just Kidding!


Oh no!
Look at this joe
Face on the desk cause he's writing so low
Lifted his head and what did I see:

Oh wah! wah! wah!
Mommy didn't love me!

Saw another girl...

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by: Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

Do you remember Gilwell, and the campfire burning bright
The singing and the stories told, well into the night
The Skits played out by each Patrol, the laughter and the fun
 We were young and happy, our life had just begun

Sitting round...

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P… Poetry that is tangible, somehow
A… lways hanging over my head in the shape of a sun, not a cloud 
R… Raging like a fire in my corny little heart
A… ging much more slowly than myself
D… o you really exist? 
I … ncredibly tempting, but...

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Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff)

Ich ging in ein Altersheim
Verkleidet als ein Hase,
Mit einer roten Nase.
Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika
Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner.
Manche lächelten,starrten
Und andere applaudierten,
Wie der Jubel kleiner Kinder.
Die alten Melodien riefen Erinnerungen,
Von glücklichen Tagen hervor.
Besonders bei Gästen mit Demenz.
‘Dank’schön!’ sagte eine betagte Dame,
Mit Tränen...

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Where I grew
I felt a cert
that with hair so "ging-eh"
Touch would be revulsion.

So at pitch black 1
when they'd hassled me "You're late"
and the lift was blown off for bad behaviour.
The quick footsteps
grabs, snares, gropes, sniffs and stalks-
I walked alongside secure.
Would they dare touch a ging?

Not...

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Als ich Krokusse pflückte 
im 1. Jahr,
waren meine Gedanken so sonderbar.
Ich schaute zum Himmel ohne Scheu
und suchte nach Äpfeln im Wiesenheu.
Spazierte dann durch den
schon dämmrigen Wald
und plötzlich kam Wind auf,
es wurde mir kalt.
Ein Reh schaute von ferne zu mir,
ein wirklich schönes so edles Tier.
Dann ging...

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Natty disasters sitting in boneyard wing
Hidden rolling shadows re-occurring
Tumbles the rain that rapture bring 
All sodden on Golgotha fog·ging

Utterly murky shadows about 
Dank teeth beyond the tomb square
The blindness of the swollen moon thereabout
Lightning strike, bitter air scare

The sky cracks as if slashed by a...

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Play* now with enthusiasm’s power
Lay yourself to morning exercise-leading
Aware of physical needs’ pampering action
Yearning for the adventure-peps of blissful youth.

Play still… though you’re in your prime
Learn new games midst grand kids’ laughter
Attempt to shake your body, and stretch again
Yell with exuberance: “Thank God, I still...

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If you wanna ride my locomotion
just lay the rail
If you can handle it
wrong way down the tracks
neverending tracks
across the lands
forever going
forward
where are we going?

Going off the tracks
before its too late
your heart understands
why were ging off the tracks

A soulbound prayer chain reaction
your heart
tied to the tracks
over...

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I see your happy and please what with you got
I wihs i could say the same,but the truth is ...I'm not
Ever since you been gone,my mind has been off
starting to feel depressed and my hearts a little lost
It kills me to see you smile bec...

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i have two words for you....im done.
but htis time,
im not kidding.
i know ive said that a million times before, 
but im serious.

ive given you so many chances,
to do me right,
but you screw up every time.

but i have a couple questions before i go,
is she really...

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colour of her kiss
vermillion lips
warm n ten-
er tree of
my wrinkles fallin
leaves dry an
shrivelled s-
eeds retu-
rn to lon-
ging ea-
rth...

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Happy natal day, Sister Ging, 
The wind that blows is so gentle; 
The birds in the air chirp and sing, 
The short sharp sound they want to tell. 

Topic: Birthday of Ging Natal (March 14)...

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G-ray clouds don't gather, 
N-either do they turn to rain; 
R-ays instead are bright.


Topic: Birthday of Ging N. Rymonte (March 14) 
Form: Haikustic...

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