Best Gizzards Poems
Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawl. And her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alters in Bone orchards. Praise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in it. Red lights…, blood lust. Ambrosia, with her hair so fare. Clearly obvious why the gods chose her. Devourer of subtleties... Tenderest of vittles. I know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischief. All monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh... All lost, no hope. And then there was you. Burn down the temple and sing. Eyes bare witness to the rise of her. Dance to the rhythms of a free will symphony. Bleed from thyn eyes,... I don't mind. Bliss bliss and heaven. Your absence is the bane of my existence.
Categories:
gizzards, howl, i love you,
Form:
Ballad
Lord, we are so grateful fer the gracious bounty of Yer Creation!
But there are some things You created that cause us some vexation.
We appreciate that You've given us ice cream, bagels 'n' strawberry shakes,
But was it vital that You created mo'skeeters, spiders 'n' snakes?
Thank You fer the sun, the stars 'n' fer the moon glow in the sky,
The butterflies, hummin' birds, finches 'n' eagles soarin' high.
We savor Yer celery, okra, spinach, brussel sprouts 'n' Bermooda onions,
But Lord, was it really necessary to plague us with fleas 'n' scorpions?
We want You to know how much we cherish the beauty of Yer lakes 'n' rills,
Majestic mountains, waterfalls, forests 'n' the verdant land the farmer tills.
Thank you fer the lowly chicken that provides eggs, thighs 'n' gizzards,
But Lord, of what redeeming value are gila monsters 'n' Komodo lizards?
How we enjoy the apples peaches, cherries 'n' oranges from Yer trees,
Salami, pizza, ravioli, rocky mountain oysters 'n' delicious cottage cheese.
We thank You fer the companionship of our puppies 'n' inscrutable cats,
But Lord, we could do without the porkypines 'n' pesky mice and rats!
Thank you fer Yer fauna, the lions, hyenas, rhinos, hippos 'n' little fawns,
Fer Yer life sustainin' rain 'n' the pearly dew that graces roses at dawns.
We're grateful fer hogs that give us hams 'n' fer cattle that give us steaks,
But Lord, is there any reason fer creatin' mo'skeeters, spiders 'n' snakes?
Categories:
gizzards, creation, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1)
Liberation
of a sort
head out the car window
hair blowin’ in the breeze
I can hear the Crickets chirping
in the chilly winter freeze
I’m smiling
it’s good to be alive
until the old man shouts
“Hoi!
pull your head in a
truck’s coming!”
Right hand holding
the wheel steady
reaches over the gear stick
across me
no seatbelts back then
in the old Austin
winds up the window
a roll your own ***
hangs out the side of
his mouth
the Kimberly is a moving
gas chamber
I’m breathing it all in,
holding my paper bag
carsick from the fags
along a very long flat road
it’s seems like we’ve been driving
forever, all those Cane Toads jumping
across the “NO SPEEDING - ROOS CROSSING!” Zone,
We’re moving West not South
Erinmore roll your own
he licks then spits out.
“Count the roadposts”,
he barks out the corner of his
mouth, “that’ll be interesting”.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
there’s a Roo lying on the side
of the road in the dark,
the highbeam discloses it’s been
bleeding, intestines lying ripe
with blowflies and a Red Belly Black
by it’s side
“eating it’s gizzards”, I surmise
I swallow and cringe,
the word makes me think
of Frilly Lizards, throwing up and
I’m praying it’s gone to Roo Heaven.
8, 9, 10, 11,
before too long
I’m sleeping.
This, he’s commanded,
to keep me from barfing.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
Categories:
gizzards, dad, daughter, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
< dancing to the hit song monster mash
frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
took the witches culdeen
and boiled up mummys spleen
Quasimodo joined in on the bash
witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
illuminates party from it's start
Dracula and zombies
lurking for free bodies
poor old frankie's wife just fell apart
the bewitching dance came to its end
when bats flew in frenzy around den
on this all hallows eve
trickery was up sleeve
sent my 3 black cats in to defend
Categories:
gizzards, adventure, childhood, dedication, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
April blizzards fill buzzards' gizzards...
Categories:
gizzards, allusion, april, may, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Durin' my nearly four-score years I've had many a grand repast,
But there's one delicacy that will never, ever be surpassed!
There ain't nothin' like a huge helpin' of luscious fried chicken!
Ah, just thinkin' about it makes my pulse begin to quicken!
Mom was an expert at preparin' a bird for the old iron fryin' pan.
The hapless fowl was beheaded and plucked in the shortest span,
Cut up, seasoned and fried before you could count to ten,
Leavin' the old rooster crowin' in bewilderment sans one hen!
The preacher made his periodic visits for dinner at our house.
Mom's admonition to us kids beforehand always made me grouse.
Sayin', "Let the preacher help himself to the choicest parts!"
So we kids usually ended up with the necks, gizzards and hearts!
If I was asked to plan a dinner menu, here's what it would be:
Heaps of fried chicken, mashed pertaters, gravy and iced tea,
Sourdough biscuits, garden fresh carrots and sweet spring peas,
And for dessert a huge slab of cherry pie ala mode, if you please!
Nowadays the Colonel touts chicken from San Diego to Nantucket,
With all the fixin's in a box, bag or a handy two-gallon bucket,
Spicy or original and fried in lots of grease to a crispy, golden brown,
But I prefer my spouse's southern fried 'cause it's the best in town!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gizzards, food, funny, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
< I once played rock paper and scissors
never dreamed theres so many gizzards
somehow loves this game too
well I just said oh phoo
and had to show them who was wizzard
Categories:
gizzards, adventure, childhood, family, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
< amidst swollen moon
creatures of the night stalking .....
predator's bounty
be ~ witching ~ hour
beastly mannerism gone
totally but .... wild
black cat crosses path
another seven years of ........
having such bad luck
culdron pot boils
hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair
witches stilled brewing
Categories:
gizzards, adventure, childhood, fantasy, children,
Form:
Haiku
A small chicken more like a fryer
One with all its innards
When the pack was opened
Out came two necks, three livers, two gizzards
No hearts?
There has got to be a poem in here somewhere____
Categories:
gizzards, food, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Inspired by and dedicated to
Sara Kendrick and her poem "Chicken"
I once had a chicken
Came out of his egg kick-in'
He was the strangest thing , I've ever seen
This chicken had two necks but he only had one head
I'm guess-in' that's why he was so mean
I wasn't 'till much later
That a Chef asked the waiter
To go buy some chickens, at my farm
So I told him, as far as chickens
HE, should do the pick-in'
So he grabbed-up the fryer, in his arms
Although it was some trouble
He saw his profits double
Figure-in' to buy one and get one free
The Chef was really please
As he took that bird with ease
Then turned-up the stove a few degrees
He gave the bird a whack,
And there was a sudden thwack
As that little fryer's head, hit the floor
He thought he had struck gold
When he started to unfold
Seeing that the bird, had offered more
Two gizzards and three livers
Is what this bird delivered
And the Chef thought this made a darn good start
But further on inspection
There was a sad detection
The poor little Fryer had no heart
So I've learned, Not to be mean
Or you'll end up a cuisine
So, be nice and kind from the very start
Even if you're bless,
Having more than the all rest
Don't be a little Fryer with no heart
Categories:
gizzards, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I know not where a beetle goes,
to destinations random?
A blind alight, or stranger yet
a path that is predestined?
And armour-plated passes through
the singing songbirds innards
Triumphant on the other side of
this warm dark world of gizzards
With eggs deposited within
a most unlikely borrowed womb,
finds shelters from the the famine
It is a triumph seldom told
or seldom quite imagined.
That safe from harm
and safe as ants
from random steps of elephants,
this tomb becomes a womb
Categories:
gizzards, change, death, insect, wisdom,
Form:
Verse
Don’t go near the smoke house,
For Soap Sally lives in there,
She will sneak up from behind you,
And grab you without a care.
Then tie you up,
String you from the rafters,
Then slowly stir her lye,
Waiting for just the right time,
She loves to hear you cry.
Hotter and hotter her soap does get,
Boiling to just the right point,
To make the best soap yet,
Head first she will anoint.
Then stir you up and boil your innards,
Don’t think this is a joke,
Search around to find your gizzards,
Your spirit she wants to evoke.
Bring back your spirit,
Cause now you are gone,
She just, will not quit,
Your life has been foregone.
So when you are walking near the smoke house,
Be leery of what goes on,
Tip toe around,
Be quiet as a mouse,
Maybe, you’ll make it back home.
Categories:
gizzards, adventure, fantasy, funny, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s good to make friends
Good friendship even to the dead ends
Friendship setting brother hood trends
No fake faces, No framed smiles
Just joy, harmony and peace piles.
Be brother’s keeper like a beekeeper.
They the good friends want you to be
They who want you to see
Every sun shine of your life
And every deep darkness
They share your past
They help you find the right road
The perfect path to your future.
Others cry when you smile
And smile when you cry
They human chameleons
Like Chicken gizzards
Friendly enemies
Friends indeed.
You have they stay
You lack they play away
Real friends help you make
Fake Friends help you break
With Fake faces and framed smiles
I know them.
Now I know every inner faces
Now I know real smiles
I know of what lies in their eyes
I know of what runs in their thoughts
Two times wise, I now know them.
Once bitten twice never going to happen.
Categories:
gizzards, betrayal, friend, friendship,
Form:
Ballad
I get this job every year
I have never been to medical school and I am just a lowly nurse
Yet it seems that every year my family hands me the electric scalpels and puts me to work
I surgically slice and dice ole Turkey Lurkey
Once he comes out of the oven he begins to get that nervous look upon his face
"I wonder how she will approach me this year?
Will it be the prone presentation or supine?
One year we ordered Cornish hens and it was sublime!
No carving required!"
This year I have a new blade and it is revved up and rearing to go
First I delicately removed his thighs and cut perpendicular through his breast
His gizzards were harvested at the beginning of the surgery all neatly tucked away in a nice little baggy
After Turkey Lurkey’s flesh was neatly arranged on the tray
I took the remaining juices and basted him one more time
Lean and tender and just on time
He arrived to the table straight from the O.R.
Happy Thanksgiving from my surgical suite to yours!
Sincerely,
The Turkey Surgeon,
Gwendolen Rix
This is my official Thanksgiving Day poem!
11-27-14
Categories:
gizzards, america, funny, thanksgiving, thanksgiving
Form:
Free verse
-Once upon a time-
In the faraway cloud
Where listening lies,
Where river smiles,
When words speak
And meant to be,
Where wants and needs
Aren’t misconstrue,
Where lizards and gizzards
Wet, calm, hunt and meet and prey.
Tis by this extreme realm
That this goal is set.
One dream
One night
In all nights
Is what’s in need,
That the mission
And vision
World awaits
Will emerge.
Sacred, odd
And silence
Are night themes.
This one night
Comes a fright-
Fire outbreaks,
Catches homes
And fences.
And the news
Reaches the Mighty helm.
“I’m your lord
And is my duty
To protect,
While your right
Is to serve, me- lord”.
This leader leads
The fire extinguishers
To bring an end
To the inferno-
Where canopies
Are eating
And where sapiens
Are sentenced to death
By abrupt blaze.
Canon night meets morning
When the darkness runs
And leaves the heavens
With puffs of smoke
And burn- to-ash
Artifacts
In the arena
Of both half and fully
Baked human skins
And open skulls
And myriad of
Closed facial identities.
The King sobs,
For the Kingdom.
Calming by his chiefs
And calmly walk
To the palace;
Where his ancestors
Roam and home.
And there
He speaks and pleads
With his ancestors
On the causal of this
Unforgotten night visitor.
Then and there they
Weep while saying
For this they do not know.
Silence the king,
Paces and shivers.
At this moment
His ancestors
Turn phantoms
And stay hidden
Behind the walls.
His mother,
Thanks destiny,
Is alive-
Hale and healthy
“Do see my mother
To my Chamber now”.
For his mother
She comes and
The mother he tells.
Her one reply is
"For this, my son
I honestly don't know"……
4/2/2014
Categories:
gizzards, adventure, conflict, fire, identity,
Form:
Free verse