Best Gizzard Poems
There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in my imagination,
A cloud collision in my vision,
A deluge in my centrifuge,
A tidal surge has overwhelmed my optimistic urge,
A tsunami is rampaging through my spiritual harmony,
A lighting strobe just struck my frontal lobe.
There’s a vortex in my cortex,
An eddy in my heady,
A blizzard in my gizzard,
Hail in my vapour trail,
Sleet on my feet,
Snow on my big toe
Making me feel low.
I’ll pop a pill and rest my head
Upon a bed of feather
And when I wake I’m hoping
For bright eyes and better weather.
Categories:
gizzard, health, humor, humorous, weather,
Form:
Free verse
[ to the tune of We’re off to see the Wizard
from the musical Wizard of Oz ]
If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern at all.
The same is true of chicken-fried steak
or vinegar-based cole slaw.
If you’ve never tried hot zucchini bread,
banana pudding, pimento spread,
okra, chow chow, turnip greens or cheese straws,
moon pie, sweet tea, shrimp and grits, deviled eggs.
(dum-dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum)
If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern at all.
Categories:
gizzard, food, parody, song,
Form:
Lyric
May tranquility reign and grace your Thanksgiving board this year,
As you thank the Good Lord for all the blessings you hold dear!
I pray that it will be a time of good cheer and not a free-for-all,
As in the dysfunctional family described below, ending in a brawl!
Grandpa said grace that rambled on interminably while stomachs growl.
Grandma had heard enough of that and poked him with a warning scowl!
Pompous Uncle Blimp boasted about the democrats winning the election,
While saner heads steered the conversation in a more innocuous direction!
Ne'er-do-well Cousin Cletus who was recently released from prison,
Wailed about being falsely imprisoned saying the cannabis wasn't his'n!
Aunt Louise complained that she didn't get the turkey gizzard as was her due!
Dad was happily sozzled having consumed too much of his homemade brew!
Little Marvin slopped gravy on grandma's prized heirloom tablecloth!
Nana screeched about controlling your brats - she was most visibly wroth!
The kid howled and mommy hugged him saying, "It was not your fault!"
In the aftermath, little was said except an occasional, "Pass the salt!"
Elbows flew and the hapless turkey's carcass was stripped clean and bare!
Grandpa removed his teeth to take a snooze, fed up with the whole affair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gizzard, funny, holiday, thanksgiving, cousin,
Form:
Couplet
Made a batch of cornbread Saturday morning.
Mixed the cornbread with clams and nuts to make stuffing.
Surrounded and filled the turkey with onions and stuffing;
Having done my part there, my wife did the cooking.
I chopped up the turkey gizzard and liver,
And fried them with chopped onions in oil and butter.
I added flour and chicken broth to make some gravy,
And put in some buttermilk to make it thick and savory.
Sunday morning I learned four hymns on keyboards for the church service.
Later played those hymns on the organ for the Sunday service.
After church, retreated to my quiet music space,
Fired up my laptop and plugged in my two-input interface.
I re-recorded my rhythm guitar track once again,
And sang "Lady Luck Stomped Out (When True Love Walked In)".
I must have sung it a dozen times to get the best rendition,
Because I've got only a few days left to enter a songwriters' competition.
Categories:
gizzard, computer, food, music, song,
Form:
List
THE MOTHER OF ALL LOVE POEMS
How much love, comes from the heart of me?
Let's count the ways, far as my heart can see,
no more than's in my gizzard or my liver,
I'll ever find any love to give her,
as much as in my bladder, if it's grown
or sharing space with a kidney stone,
my heart hath love, as much as my tongue,
and in between my hips it's hung,
in hair that grows out of my nose,
and in my spleen--between my toes,
the heart pumps blood, and nothing more,
the bladder pees toward the floor,
but never will you ever find
one bit of love, cept in the mind.
© ron wilson
Categories:
gizzard, 12th grade, assonance, lust,
Form:
Lyric
My swimming pool is full of fur, pee, and dog poo.
Your dogs contaminate my pool and it's because of you.
Every day while I'm at work, you use my pool to bathe your twenty-five mutts.
When I asked you to stop it, you gave me the finger and I punched you in the gut.
You laughed at me but you stopped when I broke out most of your teeth.
I knocked you flat on your sorry ass and made you feel a lot of grief.
You threw a punch but you broke your hand on my belt buckle.
Then I caved in half of your face when I put on my steel knuckles.
You were ugly before but you should look in the mirror now.
Even blind girls won't date you because you look like a sow.
Your damn dogs have ruined my pool and my patience grows thin.
I'll cut out your gizzard if you wash your dogs in my pool again.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
gizzard, dog, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Turkey Breast Best
For Thanksgiving what I like best
Has to be a big turkey breast
Or if all eaten can surely rely
On a great, good looking thigh.
Myself have not been a wing man
Being pilot was part of my plan
And if I have to be more direct
Can't stand either back or neck.
Now my wife is a cooking wizard
Is great with giblets and gizzard
Ended up huffing and stuffing
After eating all of the stuffing.
Could it be possible that a canary
Likes turkey sandwich with cranberry
She's sweet just like Russell Stover
So why don't you come right over.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
gizzard, humorous, thanksgiving,
Form:
Couplet
Hold the trod, limit the space
The offspring's of Tuareg Cowhead cut my heels
The breaks on the hind been slammed
I break to a halt, he breaks to a sprint
Wagere, if you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His piteous lead, leads me to a lid
Layed on my coffin though a living corpse
His wanton waste of debts secured
In a paupers hide, the wrath I incurred
The burning fire he spiked to burn
Has burnt the burning amber yet aglow
Now in my roofless un-sheltered soul
My burnt roof permits me limitless vision
To the million gold trinkets on heavens fragile neck
Watching as dawn noisily creeps by
To unveil the hood placed on the aglow ball
While crickets sings me a lullaby of mockery
As the mocking cries of the high heavens
Whose exaggerated piteous tears flood my bare hide
Soaking nothing except everything decent
Never allowing my guts be dried like in an ocean layed
Wagere, as you skip by the race
Render it bare to Takuruku's mind
His insistence I strip to my bare ****
To acquire me a she's loving leisurely lease
Has raped my dignity to face my adversaries
Will then, the debt of my bare **** asunder be layed?
Urge him to make haste my she restored
'Cos in my second childhood
No one has been left in this leaking backyard
Infested with green serpentine in green shrubs
No foolish lamb to draw a lid on my coffin
When my sealed heart couldn't feel my life throb
Will the sight of my flesh in Vultures gizzard
By your secured lock not a stir made?
These agonies you rendered for my cradle
The melancholic property of misfortune ceded to me
Plus to see me enter heavens with pains
Even though my soul has no pains
I very nearly died thrice of this shame.
Categories:
gizzard, loneliness, poverty, , Lullaby,
Form:
Blank verse
Me like a speck in the gizzard of mother earth,
Sitting coldly, my short time, waiting to be grind,
Didn't I wear any power? embracing odd of all unpleasant kind,
My faith like dry pumpkin, hanging on top of grandma's hearth.
I watch the cloud go crazy, but can't scold,
For, am already drenched more than a Hippo in the sea,
The sun stings like bee,
For, it has been tortured, upon me to grow cold.
Jokey dance of wilful whirlwind,
My fearless heart, before me zoomed away,
Maybe declared in this garden, to be king only " in the castle of my mind"
For, builders of earth now the cruellest aliens fighting my kingly way.
Whether, am only a lusty dust, waiting for soil tribute, to pay,
Jehovah himself has the final say.
Categories:
gizzard, inspirationalme,
Form:
Sonnet
The Carcass
The best part of the meal,
the bones, the things others throw away.
The wingtips, the neck, the gizzard, the lizard...
a fowl needs to be cooked and stewed.
A bit of broth, a giant onion, scallions if you have them.
Carrots because they are bright orange...
Celery, long stalks, and short,
for the picky and tough eaters.
Simmer and boil, worth the effort,
like friendship and the kitchen sink.
It makes you question,
"Why do good cooks have so many friends?"
The answer plain and apparent.
They know how to roll dough and make bread.
Both having nothing to do with money.
Yet worth more than a fortune,
to all that need to eat,
all who are hungry.
Chicken noodle, turkey steak,
pork chops and wine in a cave,
held by the rich, while the poor starved.
Buying the votes of the country,
(is it for sale? has it already been sold?)
while holding us/it hostage...
for the holidays.
The New Year gives US(a) promises,
maybe no one can keep.
Black-eyed peas are sold out,
at the store,
in case you want more,
than before.
There will be less for all,
if they change the law,
and no president,
will ever be free...
and for the people...
again.
Categories:
gizzard, fishing, inspirational love, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
Seeking the local coven’s cavern
a pumpkin rolled into a tavern
he met with a wise wizard
who slit him stem to gizzard
now he’s a gruesome jack ‘o lantern
Categories:
gizzard, fun, funny, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Limerick
Baron Richard was a math wizard
A tetra-maniac in blizzard
He stole ‘4’ from Joan Miró
Grabbed ‘4’ from Ground Zero
And Forced all "4"s into chicken gizzard
Categories:
gizzard, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Death is when you
Are alive in the shadow
Death is when you can
Sit and sing with your ancestors
Categories:
gizzard, death of a friend,
Form:
Quatrain
I had a house lizard in the house of Carrie
He had no gizzard like my little hen Marie
But he loved stones
Grit stones and hones
To sharpen his intellect in her library
I had a house lizard/Limerick Copyright (c) RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
19 November 2014
Categories:
gizzard, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Thank-YOU POETRYSOUP Family, Thank-YOU very Much YOUR POETRYSOUP brother...HG
School Lunch --- Kid Munch --- Dane Ann
Sleepy --- Snooze Buffoon --- Dane Ann
Stink --- Lizard Gizzard --- Dane Ann
Stunned --- Dazed Amazement --- Dane Ann
Terrific --- Amazing Marvels --- Dane Ann
Tunnel --- Traffic Funnel --- Dane Ann
Undulate --- Love Ripple --- Dane Ann
Vicious --- Violent Victory --- Dane Ann
Violent --- Brutal Bruiser --- Dane Ann
Wink --- Glitter Glimpse --- Dane Ann
Will --- Desire Aspire --- Dane Ann
Righteous Indignation --- Wasting Your Love's Patience --- John Moses Freeman
Ketchup --- Flavor Master --- Dane Ann
Kindness --- Kindling Care --- Dane Ann
Layer --- Endless Clucking --- Dane Ann
LOVE --- Perky Permanence --- Dane Ann
Moonshine --- Booze Punch --- Dane Ann
Mundane --- Earth's Reign --- Dane Ann
Necessary --- Vital Vittles --- Dane Ann
Opulent --- Lavish Living --- Dane Ann
Psychiatrist --- Mind Baker --- Dane Ann
Quick --- Speedy Deed --- Dane Ann
Rebellious --- Rowdy Ranting --- Dane Ann
Travel Center --- Tour Allure --- Robert A. Dufresne
POT --- Metal Kettle --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vegetarian --- Hungry Humanitarian --- Robert A Dufresne
Jam --- Toast Host --- Robert A. Dufresne
Opaque --- Solid State --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (1) --- Family Tree Spree --- Robert A. Dufresne
Incest (2) --- Kin Sin --- Robert A. Dufresne
Undulation --- Vexing Vibration --- Robert A Dufresne
Quick --- Time Flick --- Robert A. Dufresne
Vortex --- Whimsical Whirlpool --- Robert A. Dufresne
Query --- Quizzical Quest --- Robert A. Dufresne
Subway --- Electro Metro --- Robert A. Dufresne
Yea --- N'ary a Nay --- Robert A Dufresne
Chrazy Caos --- A Mell of a Hess ---Robert A. Dufresne
Kite --- Light WRIGHT --- Robert A. Dufresne
Chaos --- Naught Of Christ --- John Moses Freeman
Exoressions --- Word Whisperer --- Rhoda Galgiani
Kitty Kats --- Furry LOVE --- Rhoda Galgiani
Single --- Poetic Peace --- Rhoda Galgiani
Compact --- Edited Epic --- Karen O'leary
Categories:
gizzard, family, friendship, funny, thank
Form:
Light Verse