Categories:
deadhead, funny,
Form: Footle
A couple of bands disbanded and found each other
Forming The Grateful Dead in 1965
Their rock, blues, jazz, gospel, reggae kept them alive
For thirty years,
although they lost three keyboardists.
My favorite song of theirs is Touch of Grey
I will get by, I will survive, which is what they did
And they survived in spite of many hardships
They were survivors!
“the touch of grey kinda suits you anyway”
This meant nothing when I was a young deadhead.
Now that I am older, I cherish this line also.
I may be gray, but I will survive.
I will get by. I will survive.
Categories:
deadhead, music,
Form: Free verse
Gone are the bright heroic heads waving along the highway,
Once so psychedelic in their vibrant, vivid display.
Only to wilt and die during the scorching summer,
Diligent first, by sowing seeds for any future newcomer.
Busy modern mowers deadhead the wavering brilliance.
Yesterday’s showy walkdown modulates their efflorescence.
Each brave blossom catches my eye as I mourn the array.
Spring’s dramatic demise leaves a monochromatic palette,
Promoting promises of harvests that stimulate my palate.
Regal raiment of tastes and smells overcomes my loss,
Instilling, rather, exuberance for salad greens to toss!
No mourning for what is past, as Summer now is boss.
Glorious Spring is gone, but I am a zestful Summer zealot
Categories:
deadhead, color, flower, green, seasons,
Form: Acrostic
day breaks
house wakes
bright dawn
last yawn
hot brew
on cue
dew dries
time flies
shade trees
light breeze
relaxed
muse taxed
pen’s still
thoughts nil
nap calls
pad falls
snoozer
loser
muse fled
deadhead
June 7, 2022
entered in A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest Placed 2nd
Categories:
deadhead, muse, poets,
Form: Footle
deadhead any grudges
slough off wilted feelings
instill a will to replenish
what was lost with more
abhor stagnation
regain greater growth
4-13-2022
Categories:
deadhead, change, death, garden, growth,
Form: Free verse
Lavender shows blue flowers
Shaded by a spreading Oleander
The weedy garden, once a nursery
Still has many vibrant blooms
Dandelion, Snapdragons, heads held high
Visited by a darting Hummingbird
No second glance, to the odd deadhead
Ladybug sits lonely, on discarded beanpole
The high mesh fence casts its netted shadows
Broken red pots with busy ants below
Are there really weeds, or,
Just plants in the wrong place
Categories:
deadhead, garden,
Form: Free verse
Get Ot of Jail Free Card
If you live in Chicago, this is easy
to do.
The right hands get the money,
and out the jail doors go you.
Jussie Smollett, the new saint
Free on the block?
Hollywood will welcome him!
The newest "victim", really?
OMG!
What a crock!
The deadhead media all in a twit,
Apparently, don't know Chicago,
It's just perfect politics!-)))
Panagiota Romios
3/26/2019
Categories:
deadhead, city, corruption, humor, perspective,
Form: Light Verse
In a scary nightmare, I woke in a mystical place
where my old Singer floated next to your face
You wore that smirk that always made me twitch
so I used that old machine, and I began to stitch
your lips together to prevent you from lying
and your eye lids shut to keep you from spying
Were my shears too sharp? Was it I who beheaded you?
OOPS! Not a slipsy. It was something I meant to do.
I was able to find a bobbin, and a needle to thread
and my seams will assure that you remain dead.
I used your hair for hemming black fabric scraps
and fashioned a sort of shroud without holes or flaps
I'll not take a chance that this nightmare might return
so I will set you ablaze; your ashes sealed in an urn.
If this is only a dream, then I've not committed a sin,
but thinking about your schemes and that hidious grin,
I confess I am considering it to be a very cunning idea.
No more nightmares about a deadhead will I need to fear
*With apologies for being a bit freaky, but the photo took control.*
9/17/2017
Image Me A Poem~Image 2
Host: Mystic Rose
Categories:
deadhead, nonsense, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Tripping,
Falling,
Tripping,
Acid ride inside,
What changed?
Woodstock woman,
Living dead zombie,
What changed?
Made you give up,
The ‘deadhead’ lifestyle;
Trading for a hobbit,
A Grecian convent,
Nevermore are you;
You,
The higher path,
Married to God.
Categories:
deadhead, daughter, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse