Best Greeters Poems
Serenading voices of snow geese thrum in the morning sky
Unrivaled is the clangor of their echoed gabbles in October
Songs of Fall ride on the wind as russet leaves begin to fly
Unrobed are trees; stripped bare, looking bereft and sober
Ripened are amethyst crops of corn and grains in the field
Rivaled by a soft golden glow of the gibbous harvest moon
Undeniably beautiful, when in October its glow is revealed
Seduced by its romantic luminance, lovers kiss and swoon
On All Hallow's Eve, I see scary costumed trick-or-treaters
Feasting on candy given by generous household greeters
Ode to October, there's a chill aloft, whispering in the air
Conspiring with Mother Nature in such a glorious season
This pleasant month arrives with a stir of festive fanfare
Offering a kaleidoscope of colors, and with good reason ~
Brushes in artists hands paint landscapes of Autumn days
Eagerly, I welcome those dazzling hues that seem to blaze
Rife with splendid riches, I chant October's songs of praise
~ October 2, 2020 ~
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Ghost Buster’s Eve
‘Tis the time
to shoot slime.
Adults Only Costume Party
Sex kittens prance.
Sultry nurses dance.
Party Food
Served eyeball soup
and goopity goop
A Bobbing Good Time?
Apple I get;
face sopping wet!
House of Creeps
The chainsaw guy
made me cry
A-Maze-ing Fright
Lost girl walks
where corn stalks
Jack O’Lantern Greeters
Bright as torches,
pumpkins on porches.
Night of Royals
Small and fair,
princesses are everywhere.
Trick or TWEET
One poor nerd
plays Big Bird.
Halloweenie
Wearing dumb costume -
a dashound’s doom
The ‘Trick’ to Trick or Treating
Door to door,
speediest kids score.
Vampire Candy
Dracula’s favorite treat
is bloody sweet.
Raiding the Kids’ Trick or Treat Bag
Of chocolate stuff,
can’t get enough
Over and Out
Big Harvest Moon.
Thanksgiving comes soon.
Nov. 3, 2018 for Mark Toney's Six-Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
The forest floor stretches drum tight, bound by verdant slopes, a timpani of sound.
First greeters of rain’s onslaught, leaves trill joy, form larger drops, a deeper sound
While tires rumble freeways flowing through suburban sprawl like spring flashflood
That envelopes older, gravely rich, established enclave’s tombstones. Gurgles sound
That rival reverberations of a symphony hall, canyon walls full of a halcyon praise.
Nature mutes personal pain, music of motion scoring modern hallelujahs in sound,
Though rainbows, ocean tides, and tidal frictions in lunar crust, also have a voice.
These vibrations only felt by enraptured souls, that are so unlike an infant’s sound,
Season earth with salty song. As mans’ voice rises into space, a lullaby harmonizes,
To any God with ears to hear, a strong echo, “It is good!” our praise colored sound!
Brian Johnston
April 25, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
A Ghazal is a poem of 5-8 couplets with one repeating word (at the end of each stanza) and a hidden reference to my name in the last stanza. This poem has two Easter Eggs as I call them, inside of it, my name and a bit of personal information. Can you find it?
PS: You may not believe me but I swear that there are real sounds associated with both rainbows and tides in case you wondered. They are just beyond our human hearing range in frequency and also very weak.
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I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at Shamrock Bar,
I told him I would drive cuz' it's not very far.
Out ran Rizzo the rat, stood like a deer in headlights,
I wanted to see Ms. Piggy later...oh, of all the nights!
Swerved and crashed into Rowlf's juniper dog house,
"oh I can't believe that annoying little mouse!"
Rowlf had the company of Animal and Gonzo,
what a sight to see Gonzo with an emerald afro!
We walked in to find a parakeet sleeping in moss,
"oh man, my arm hurts! It's about to fall off!"
I heard, “ARG! RAH!” Animal threw me a frozen lime,
I thought, “ will this really help? Pain is shooting to my spine!”
Then Scooter ran out with pickles, pears and olives,
Swedish Chef “Shmuf shaf”, was cooking basil and sage omelets!
I saw Staler and Waldorf cracking jokes in the balcony,
"I'm getting so annoyed, this is not the time for comedy!"
And who would have thought they would be the best greeters?
A first aid kit came out from Dr. Bunson and Beaker!
"Geez, I am feeling a little better, this injury is no biggie,
in walks my concerned lover, the bossy diva Ms. Piggy!
I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Different Shades Of Green Used: 1. Shamrock 2. Juniper 3. Emerald 4. Parakeet
5. Moss 6. Lime 7. Pear 8. Olive 9. Basil 10. Sage
~Date Written : March 1, 2016~
Wal-Mart has removed its door greeters,
Replacing them with purchase eyes
Grabbing receipts at exits
Waving them like white flags
Yes, they paid! They paid!
You may pass; thanks!
Do the dance,
Pappy,
lol!
Porgie George, Little Jack Horner
Kissed a girl off in a corner
They were all thumbs and made her cry
Offed in prison, absent mourners.
Peter Piper, Peter Peter
Killed a girl and tried to eat her.
The cops dispatched each with a shell;
They help Charon, Limbo’s greeters.
the grim truth behind the pride of viewing
the contents of the museum
is not obvious to the public
some are finding gruesome treasures inside
where men came out victorious from battle
those who were fortunate to return see the awful truth
behind the annoying but amazing comments
heard from frightened soldiers sleeping under the moon
do not patronize these heroes by ogling antiques
saved by the opaque ones who stayed home
do they see the wounded man
hiding behind the monolith of hatred
waiting for an opening to escape the horror
he fought with vicious stamina trying
not to be vindictive in his quest
coming back to a prelude of delightful greeters
waiting in the oval office
to pin a medal on his chest
And they came home battered, bruised,some we had to carry, unlike other armies ,we don’t shoot our wounded
We give them fresh water, tend their wounds,, sustenance to mend their soul and nourishment for what ails.
They come back from the front lines at all hours and always with love their bound
Stroud where their love is abounded
To cheers and salutations and our greeters summoned great support
Some of our wounded suffered Covid and death ,the pyres stacked high with wood and carried
Meetings ten ante meridiem and ten post meridiem , everyday of the year
Bloody and ragged, torn and hungry
Stroud where we are proud to serve,
God isn’t afraid to walk freely and His grace loves His steep streets
Mums never hide and Me Dad never shirks a duty nor a pint ,My sister is
quite the sassy one though
ghazal
Gracing the walkway, decking her brownstone with pleasure;
gorgeous escorts welcome folks to her throne with pleasure.
Strong roots like muscles fix these plants tightly to the fence.
Each stalk seems to bow, flexing its backbone with pleasure.
Familiar feature of each golden sunflower head -
its face follows the sun, a fact well-known with pleasure.
Alas winter comes, these greeters have waxed now they wane;
Like her, they need rest but will be re-sown with pleasure.
Saving some seeds for re-planting and roasting the rest,
healthy winter treat for Reason, home-grown with pleasure.
12 March 2016
Skylark spread your wings
Pull yourself up from the ground
Trust in the currents
One foot can lift you
Out to meet the starry night
Release yourself soon
Energy is faint
Yet the heart beats with power
We can not lift you
Find the quickening
Chance to take your maiden flight
You will remember
Flying is in you
You have been at rest so long
Take this one last flight
We will all watch you
Cheering through our tears and fears
Imprinting the sight
Sooner than we think
We will have to take our flights
Risking the journey
Waving our hands high
Reaching for the clouds above
Hoping for entry
Greeters are waiting
With open arms and smiling
Relief on their end
The world is troubled
Peace must live somewhere we hope
You are needed there
We all must let go
If we hold you too closely
You'll not make your flight
Skylark sing your song
The melody resonates
Through the summer air
Across the limpid and serene river, the oasis of the Wild West pioneers,
there are ivory and charcoal peaks waiting for mountaineers
to discover as they rest under the long-leafed pines that sway;
on this side, the saw-tooth oaks and the daisy bushes are lovely greeters.
Not long ago, this abandoned upland was the home of gold-diggers,
sarcasm and violence went hand in hand...even eagles could have lost their feathers,
and those cluttered wooden shacks weren't not built for comfort,
but with limited space, they could hardly stretch out their legs and sleep like bears.
Travelers are very fascinated by the peace and scenery, not seen from their urban lair;
come to enjoy a short period of tranquility and breathe in the crisp air:
some write, some paint...others dream away to visualize that great era!
Look past that river, willow oaks and maples can soothe the travels of a trudging bear.
Find your spot, whenever you choose and be vowed by an imagination so rare;
take off your fedora hat and go beyond those mountains brightened by the sun's glare,
let a mockingbird or shrike delight your senses with their beautiful song...
with a fervid wish, let them take you where they have watched the new moon's mare.
Mini malls copper distortion
Forgotten parking lot meters
Store front greeters grimace
The straight narrow beaks to blend
Except when starlight offends wanton monkey binge
Give me bling to amend my shine
Never resigned but to revv up these hips
And feature the status rings of neighboring chinks
Chaste you never bought my fool
I was still scrubbing service
With the Lafayette oyster muddle
While we huddled from our body heat
Blocking out the mutual perception
You have read my adventures
Along with Etto my droid
We are fighters of evil
As we leave them destroyed
But where am i from
I hear you all ask
I'm from Cygnus-X1
Where we live true without masks
Where you stay
I stayed there before
My ancestors left
Before your planet became sore
We left planet earth
Quite some time ago
With a different race
A different galaxy we would go
Our planet is similar
We remain oxygen breathers
Residing on continents and quadrants
Interplanetary greeters
When you look to our skies
You see our many moons
They now deflect comets and meteors
Just like a space broom
Our buildings are based on
Architecture of the past
Pyramid shaped
A style built to last
Our army is vast
For freedom they will fight
With weapons you only dream off
And spaceships of might
Our intelligence is so strong
We hear signals from afar
Hence my visits to your earth
To assist you from harm
My name is Semaj
With Etto my droid
We are always here should you need us
To save you from void
Maybe one day
I'll say, welcome to my world
Then you'll know you have been welcomed
As you would hear my words
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
On the other side of crossing there was music in the air;
And the greeters asked of all of us are there any here who’ll share?
So I step up to the microphone and reached for my guitar;
I sang of futile times I spent reaching for the stars;
It seemed this wasn’t paradise but we knew it wasn’t hell,
But to everyone it felt so nice that we had to know it well.
Up there from the balcony joy was drifting through the room;
With messages to keep the faith for rest was coming soon.
Hovered all around us tiny bubbles floated by;
And as they burst upon us was heard the warmest sigh.
Those of us who’d traveled concluded there and then;
That of all the worried times we had in the end persistence wins
So precious are wee trick or treaters,
much-loved by us generous greeters.
With sacks overflowing
and bright faces glowing,
they are grateful, sweet candy-eaters.
Then droves of six-footers come brawling
For buckets of candy they're calling.
In fake kiddie voices,
they make clear the choices:
I treat or they'll trick. So appalling!
"No treat" starts the six-footers scheming.
Those ghosties and ghoulies start screaming.
My pumpkins they're smashing.
Through fences they're crashing.
By midnight the Charmin is streaming.
October 14, 2018