Best Gourd Poems
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
My mother was a gourd
My father was a sword
Father kissed mother
He had to shudder
My gourd mother was floored
pregnancy craving
ate too many pumpkin pies
my skin turned orange
funny little gourds
slightly ugly and bumpy
— adopted by me
10/15/2018
evil-eyed Jack o’ lantern
grimaces in the dark~
helplessly perturbed pumpkin
Nick's sword of mischief is ready,
The thrusts to be ever steady
For those he is sure are heady,
Now controllable, soon an eddy...
Nick's challengers need steely sword,
Until they accept a Made Lord,
Palm wine has failed with its swell gourd;
No one has ever pleased a horde.
Nick shall reached throats slash with his sword,
Now it's without doubt the Spring Board
For proclaiming himself First Lord
His sword at the back of his Ford...
Too bad for who'd lived in Oxford
And his English Last Name: Clifford.
I
mystery in seeds:
real to me, small, flat gourd seed
now, shoots at window smile
II
Flat white seed planted
a meter from window
three weeks: hi from window
Snap my lonely stem and
Amputate my denied attachments and
Discover the life that drains
From an open wound.
Oozing to the earth it will
Whet the desires of worms,
Each wondering why tears
Taste so much like pulp
From a pale and oddly shaped
Pumpkin.
I am tall, I am slender,
Light Green but not cucumber.
Have a snout, have a tail,
Found in market & even retail.
Packed with Vitamin C, K & Calcium,
I punch my weight in nutrition.
Eat me & get a healthy heart, Bring down cholesterol & fat!
I am 90% water & light,
& can climb up with delight.
Eat me & be wise,
as solid, liquid or otherwise!
lovely lively lithe Louise Lampford
grew a grainy greasy grumpy gourd
believing beyond belief in Baker’s board
she said she’d been searching for a grumpy gourd.
We thought this would delight Louise Lampford
But she could not cut the beast with machete or sword.
Let the truth of great God remain
In the hearts of chosen people;
Let all the lies be left behind
By the spirit, mind, heart, and soul.
Let the light stay radiant and bright
In the lives of true God's children;
Let not the dark conceal or blind
The open eyes of the brethren.
Let the fire of the burning love
Be kept alive, warm, and aglow;
Let it not die nor fade away,
Amidst anguish, grief, and sorrow.
Woe is brought to the twisted mind
Who turns shadows into clear light;
God shall punish the foolish one
Who changes day into cold night.
Don't ever call the good evil,
Nor put servant for divine Lord;
Never turn the sweetest mango
Into the taste of bitter gourd.