Best Gizmos Poems
PASSION FOR FASHION
We live
We continue to pretend
We copy
Because that’s in fashion
Painted Face
Leaving no trace
Fiftyish women,
Pretending to be
Forever Thirty,
Obsessed by age
Not finding grace
Men from Metro-sexual
To Retro-sexual
Proving Substantial,
Gizmos Essential
Looking Influential
Faking Credentials
Doubting Potential
Half-Truths
Outright Lies
For motives of profit,
The lies of materialism
Succumbing to manipulations,
For notions of happiness,
Financial Strains
Come with long term Drains
Eligible Singles
Readily Mingle
To Romance and Jingle
Then come Expectations,
Anger and Frustration.
Lousy sex
Eternal vex
Killing the Passion
Divorces and Affairs
Becoming a Fashion
Relationships are broken
Through SMS and Faxes
Marriage then Fixes
To save on Taxes
The key to Liberation,
Is not in “Passion for Fashion”
But in knowing that
What does not contain LOVE
Is only an Illusion!!
Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass.
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are.
Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment.
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers,
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.
Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13
Once upon a time...
A little boy and a little girl
Looked up at the stars from the planet below
Seeing the moon hang bright in the sky
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
Said the stars in the sky to the two on the ground,
If you reach up high and fly into the night
You will never come down
Try as you might
So the boy and the girl came up with a scheme
(not to be like Heroes stun guns blazing,
Or find aliens no matter how amazing)
But to build a sleek spaceship to follow their dream.
They rolled up their sleeves,and got right to work
Putting gizmos to gadgets,
whosits to whatsits
A mighty spaceship did start to take form.
At last came the day when the two,
Declared that all was right.
they could finally, 3...2...1 ...
Blast off into the night.
Together in a spaceship built on dreams
As they went along their travels
All of the marvels
In a lonely universe they did see.
Past the supernovas
And into Antares nebula
Swinging from Orion's belt
And drinking from the dipper.
Seeing baby stars be born
In the Oort cloud
Eating cookies with the Milky way
Jumping around the galaxies.
Just the boy and the girl all alone
Among the shining stars
Floating in a spaceship
Heading back towards home.
A little boy and a little girl
Look down from the stars to the planet below
Past the moon hanging bright in the sky.
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
... The end.
03/02/14
Ability to face his fears, gone!
Bewitched by a demon for so long.
Could not conceive a positive thought.
Doom and dread was all he sought.
Echoing hallucinating voices in his mind.
Friendships meaningful, he could not find.
‘Go ahead, end it now!’….
He’d hear them say.
Interdict he should live to see another day.
Just then, he concluded what to do.
‘Kill myself undoubtedly, then I’ll stop feeling blue’.
Longing though to change his mind.
Moods flared up, of every kind.
Never had he felt this low.
Only solution is to merely let it go.
Pick a course; blade, gun or poison?
Quickest approach, without a reason!
Reflecting nothing, he simply acted.
Sanguinary wound, self-inflicted!
Thoughts of despair as he laid there bleeding.
Utter commotion, so very misleading.
Veils of black line the chapel floor.
Weeping eyes, dry no more.
Xylophonic gizmos the performers played.
Yawning a soft sweet serenade.
Zany acts could not be predicted, resulting in death, ‘self-inflicted!’
Eminent Doctors and professors
Did meet, at a prominent place
For their prominent feats
After much preamble; they sat down
Face to face; their table was long, a
Shiny space.
Their gizmos and gadgets the very best
They spoke on many topics from health
To outer space; even vests.
Rarified though not verified; their thesis’s
Verged on stultified
Unabashed they all rumbled along; it caused pain in the ears as it
Lingered long!
And so their attention arrived at God
His attributes they sifted with grimace
And nods.
Then came; the summing up to wit’
Now I’ll disclose it bit by bit
He never lies, or brags Himself; yet holds
Position on the highest shelf.
A stage that none could ever attain,
No matter how worthy or how they trained!
He always had an answer ready, He made
The stoutest men unsteady
He always did just what he said. And He
Claimed He would judge the quick and
The dead!
He had that Son of great repute, yet who kept gutter company all
This is forsooth
Such discrepancies and such power and
Pride I felt their indignance; and chagrin inside!
There we have it; 70 voices intoned' as each came to the table
Each placed a stone
He has no intelligence; in unison they all groaned, it’s extreme
Autism. He’s as dumb
As these stones!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2021
Golly, yes and gee whiz,
Go get app that and this.
Gizmos rule galaxies.
Gift life the wizardry
Gateway marvels should be.
Gain I not from apps game,
Gaps in brain are to blame.
Date: December 2, 2016
Pleiades G - Kim Merryman
howmanysyllables.com used
A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze!
Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his faithful horse and buggy wheels.
He was the first in town to own one of those new fangled automobiles!
'Twas simple to harness a horse, feed him oats and shoe him all those years.
Now he must master complex clutches, cranks and shifting gears!
'Twas hard to break years of habits spent driving a buggy and horse.
He still had his buggy whip near at hand in the automobile of course!
When trying to stop the machine he'd yell, "Whoa! Nellie! Whoa!"
As he tried to avoid a tree or slid through slippery sleet and snow!
His erratic driving terrified chickens, horses and little old ladies,
As he whipped about that sedate little town like a bat out of Hades!
The only pain he suffered from his horse was a kick now and then.
But when cranking the carriage he busted his knuckles over and over again!
He still hollered "haw" to turn to the left and "gee" to turn to the right!
Did the town folks' ridicule bother him? Not by a blame sight!
Clyde never learned how to control those forty horses under the hood.
He couldn't rein 'em in causing all sorts of havoc in the neighborhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Joyce Johnson's "Your Very Best" Contest - February 2011
……..And then things changed
Gizmos and gadgets replaced marbles and jacks
Hopscotch and See-Saw almost lost in the past
Dinner at the table to dinner in our rooms
Holy Days to Holidays -
No time to give thanks.
No time for rest and family and friends
Relationships dying –
Lost to the commercialization of life.
Nowhere to go but vertigo
Going vertical on weary tippy toe
Tinker and thinker
Of time traveler gizmos
Warping
Escaping
Jumping ship on life saver worm holes
Colliding lips of psychos doing the calypso
Wearing colorful straitjacket calico
I see everything using eagle eye ego
Playing peekaboo peeking through
The peephole seeing the truth
Behind all the lying people
Who pretend to be sincere and humble
Anti-hero with a mouthful
of marihuana sour diesel
Sweet magnetic mouth massaging
Your modem mental muscle
No more simple fast food rhymes
Overdue on eating your complex
Edgar Allen flow vegetables
Lines like these are instant
Movie star action figure collectibles
Vintage
Classic
Top-notch like a shot of aged scotch
Shocking, leaving a tingling feeling
In your aging genitals
Bugs Bunny was a hero that wore no mask
That rascally rabbit, "What's up doc?", he'd ask!
The Flintstones Fred yelled,"Yaba daba doo!"
Wilma, Barney and Betty there with him too!
Popeye would always say, "I'm strong to the finish!"
Do you know why? "Because I eats me spinach!"
Rocky and Bullwinkle almost all of the time
Kept spies Boris and Natasha from doing crime
The Jetsons had all the space gizmos to get
George, Elroy, Jane, Judy and Astro their pet
Mr. Magoo clearly the most near sighted of men
Would say, "Oh Magoo, you've done it again!"
They said, "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a frog!"
He answered , "It's just little old me, Under Dog"
Then we knew it was the end of the jokes
As soon as Porky Pig stuttered, "That's all Folks!"
All alone and wanting a bite to eat,
she made herself a special treat,
but needed the finishing touch,
and that was to add a pickle...
all the while thinking,
they can be very fickle...
Grabbing a new jar,
trying to screw the lid off,
she twisted and she let out a shout;
"This is like trying to break into Fort Knox!"
And also wishing that she had a nickle for
every time she tried to pry open
a jar of pickles!
Feeling frustrated and dismayed,
when she turned to put away
the jar of pickles that day,
she was stunned to find
a large jar of nickles..
with a note on it saying:
Now if you can open this jar,
here are some nickles
to buy you
one of those
rubber grip gizmos!
P.S. And some more pickles!
Mercy! How playtime has evolved since I was a Hoosier lad!
In the olden days you made-do with what little you had.
Our cell phone was a string stretched 'twixt two old soup cans.
That way we avoided strict federal communications bans!
Our swing was an old tire with a rope tied around a limb.
That, and a plank across a barrel for a seesaw was our gym!
My fishing rig was a safety pin hook with a willow twig for a pole,
Wherewith I spent languid summer days at my favorite fishing hole!
Many cold and snowy days were spent bundled in winter attire,
Racing down the steepest hills on my sleek Flexible Flyer!
Rainy days were spent huddled reading in a secluded nook,
Or crafting model airplanes that I happily undertook!
Though I savored a rowdy game of marbles, I was never very deft.
That saucy neighbor girl always beat us guys leaving us bereft!
In the pasture we made a diamond for our raucous games of ball,
Taking care, of course, to avoid bovine deposits, that above all!
On many a mellow, moonlit Hoosier summer's night,
We'd capture fireflies in mason jars on their wing'ed flight.
How did we manage sans all the gizmos kids now have at hand?
I suspect my grandkids would find my playtimes rather bland!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise,
In the yard, against the hulls and hoys,
A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green,
Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen.
Inconsistent hills throughout the landscape,
The sunlight was a deep purple color shape,
Similar to the finishes of Florentine bronze,
That's it for the day, no real swans.
Overwhelming sadness now needs our song,
From death, an awful lot of sadness sprung,
What type of tears? What heart's grief arrest,
What sighs on sighs lobs the mom's breast?
With faint homes to brilliant ethereal light,
The enchanted guiltless has taken flight,
On the liberal bosom of undying love,
We find a concealed elevation above.
Warden, I realize you both mourn her loss,
She no longer feels the hold of pain across,
The regulations of elegance are without bias,
You can turn your pain into grace and praise.
The dread of the interminable assault,
The arrival of gizmos has long been sought,
All these notions had a major effect on history,
Each was a frightening age-related mystery.
The attack on slavery was nonsense,
Designed to hide the ambitions for pretense,
Never before has a tiny beast attacked so hard,
It just bites its horns and hides with its tiny shard.
Thoughts on webcasts, phone calls, Facebook,
Rising vitality contains attacks and an ebook,
Both were made by teenagers in their twenties
Bounty drives and precious realities.
Do not shed tears in the flowing river,
No real pain in the dark pits to deliver,
The first light was magnificently bright,
It was soon covered by the haze of the night.
This eliminates spontaneity, love, and anxiety,
It steals time and hides physical and moral piety,
Concept, politics, creation, and profit come first,
A blitzing slave was a lie to hide the curst.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: September 08, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
It was a hazy, hot humid evening
with the air conditioners all humming along
as the tube gave us a severe weather alert
like a vortex here came the violent thunderstorm
We heard the wild wind whistling dixie
as the gusts blew in from the southwest
so we hightailed it to the basement
our hearts rapidly beating in our chests
Our hearing senses were heightened
by straight line winds in our backyard
with the pounding rain hitting our roof
the storm downed some power lines
The tempest finally passed over
as we struggled in the dark
and turning on our flashlights
we finally ventured back on up
Looking out the back door
we noticed three fallen trees
relieved they didn't fall on any structure
as we felt the cool breeze on our cheeks
With no gizmos or gadgets to keep us entertained
like the Amish we retired to our beds
the now opened windows served as our air conditioners
as a slight cool breeze blew in
The next morning technology again thrived
as all the power in the house came back on
with my bedside clock flashing like a neon sign
with 9:17pm ingrained in my mind.
6-20-18
What a smiley frowny countenance
A bitter sweet renaissance
A vague sentence he claims to understand in pretense
He wishes it might or might not come into existence
A fantasy long held in a conquest of actions
The nightmare, a scarecrow that brings reactions
Immaculate and nurtured forecast of the future
On a palatable platform it came to existence beyond the natural realm
Though, minds the screen of these dreams have no explanation to the dark light rays
Deciphering an ambition
Unrest the state of the minds to these anonymous visitors
Dreams... Freelance surreal agents
Cogent gizmos of life
Penetrating without strife to those they choose
I had a dream....
Acting to the scripts of those who chose them
I have a dream!!!....
Better to have a dream than to have had a dream