Gawks Poems | Examples

A coin gawks at a grand big note - 2

But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is, 
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…  
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
    As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--  
    What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good! 
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.

A coin gawks at a grand big note - 1

Last night I dreamt I was one-rupee coin
Who met a two-thousand rupee crisp note
In a rich man’s pocket, looking so keen
At the exalted worthy of my vote.
The note asked: you find anything funny?
No, but you must have moved many a miles,
Which, a penny like me cannot any,
The coin wondered. No, caught I was on isles
All along, detained as if in dark land--
In lockers, safe from prying eyes of law,
Until given was to a corrupt hand,
No, there’s nothing in me to inspire awe.
    All life I’ve spent oh in utter darkness,
    Relieved I feel at last this to confess.
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Sonnet | 28.07.2025 | money, journey

Thirty Knots an Hour

         His very bones smell of ocean
            beard lashed with its salt
         On land, rubber legs awkward
             he gapes and he gawks

         But rig him up a mast 
             billowy sails to go with it
         Prow boldly juts forward ~
             Thirty knots an hour, his ticket

Sonnet 13 Ground Zero Thought

The thought process of people starts at ground zero.
Being born to people the level of knowledge varies.
Is it possible for a person with so little ascribed status to achieve the status of a hero?
This level will depend on the person's desire.

Would the person like to be a clown?
Would the person want the textbook?
Would they like to make the world frown?
Would they instead take their life to improve upon their look?

Heroes are born out of strife and desperation.
Platinum and golden lives are the mere slaves to which the commoner gawks!
Looking at false artistic beauty and the beauty of a false member of Club 700 is not desperation.
It is the false credits of lies that these members take to our heads with a bat!

A zero to hero is easy when the person adds more to their achievements!
It is destroyed when the person looks at their life with bereavement!

nomenclatures

amidst a jungle
sloths snuggle ten tree's apart
hung stared glance awry

scout darts afar off
an army of red herrings
plots a lure or lore

after a rainstorm
a hover of trouts stood still
gawks at a rainbow

a finicky cat
a finny of goldfishes
fish bowl or ocean

cave fully loaded
no more bats for the caldron
next up to bat out

they're all gathered there
congregation of egrets
sweet bird earned her wings

longtime without pope
college of cardinals hopes
vows to change its looks

Modern Days Psalm 23

The Lord is my contractor
He  supplies my tools
He let's me choose green pastures
He shows me great horizons 
He renews my permits
He allows a floral archway entrance
To ascend joyous scent unto heaven
Even when the inspector
 gawks and delays
I remain steadfast & calm
For you are in my foundation 
Your devining rod provides 
clean water to flow
You grew apple & peach trees
for the health department 
to partake and share with the zoning
 board
You honor me by anointing my head
with fallen apples
My mailbox overflows with credit card offers
Certainly your wisdom & approval
will help me choose the best ones
So all the days of my life I
can stay in the house of the Lord
forever.

Soothing Stress

With the chalk, 
Teachers' hearts knock
Students flock;
Goats, we overstock
And sheep, we unlock! 

With our talks, 
Teachers' mouths stalk
Lazy students' works, 
Discipline the ones that balk, 
And reinforce the gawks! 

With our walks, 
Knowledge toast to hawk
Teachers nighthawk;
Going days overwork, 
Reactivating students' blocks. 

Happy Teachers' day!

Let's Go To the Beach

With a suit made of paper and strings,
Try you might, you’re not hiding a thing.
Though you tug it around,
Still the gawks from that brute!
With your hand in pursuit.
Of the string of your suit.

Let’s go to the sand,
Lay down and get a tan,
Fast asleep because it’s truly boring.
Wake up! Your skin’s all red,
Cancer will kill you dead,
Oh, let’s go to the sand!

All those grains have gotten up there,
Makes you scream and wanna run bare,
Dive head-first in the wave,
Make a last-second save,
With your hand in pursuit
Of the string of your suit.

Let’s go to the beach,
Burn parts quite out of reach,
Fast asleep because it’s truly boring.
Wake up! Your skin’s all red,
Cancer will kill you dead,
Let’s go to the beach!


to the tune of “Let’s Go Fly A Kite!”
from the Musical, “Mary Poppins”
written 03/12/2022

In Fuzzy Socks and Crocs

To town he goes in fuzzy socks and crocs.
Do watch him! See how proudly that he walks.
He likes the way that everybody gawks
as he strolls down the city’s many blocks.
He bets they’re thinking, “What a silver fox!”
Whereas THEY think his head is filled with rocks.
How comfortable his crocs. How warm his socks.
He feels so good. Down by one of the docks
where street performers strut around like cocks,
I plug my ears. He’s playing his squeez-box!


June 16, 2021
for the Fuzzy Socks And Crocs Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

Eb's Flo

In a passion of fashion, at the height's
of female pulchritude; try as she might,
Wobbling to walk on five inch stilletos;
All she got were awkward gawks from the fellows.

So not a cat but board walk by the sea,
In a trashcan, she cast away, those shoes from her feet.
Immediately relieved in the sand standing bare;
Eyes closed, to smell and hear, seeming more aware.

As designed her designer dress, to her feet fell flimsy.
Her undone coif flowed with floating thoughts Botticelli.
She slowly approached the ocean's sound, waves rushing meaningless;
Yet covering enough of her legs; then waist, giving rebirth to Venus.

To Gawk

The thorns have come for me
Her deadly flower walks
There's more for taking me
to deadly hallow docks

What once was gracing me
now trecherous goary blocks
When now I come to see
her hoary marry mocks

That now  I know to see
more caring fair-thee flocks
So all I love to see
is sparing tarry gawks

Advent a Night

O' slumbers o'er swarts realm rends the hawks,

Labyrinth town, lady o' night then gawks,

Man fumbles a hand,

Zipped lady attend,

Mouse scampers pass heels, a lady balks.



Date: May 22, 2019

The Great Horned Owl

I saw a beautiful great horned owl today while out on my nature walk
He was sitting proudly while snapping his bill and deeply hooting at me
And watching me so intensely from his predatory eyes with piercing gawks
I was delighted until I saw bloody skeletal remains under his tree


3/24/19

Red Rum Murder

RED RUM MURDER

Red rum murder in the mirrored bar —
the slaying of a madam, named Ava.
Lil Pip gawks from his car.
His daily good deed — save a

fly — but deified hero, he’s not.
He waves goodbye, in a Toyota
to this bombshell wow.  To blot
out her nemesis, the evil Olive,  he gave a

horse some cash, on the level,
and determines to spy redder hair
— eye color of cerulean blue, to revel
in opposite sexes, sans arsenic to share.

5/6/2018
Palindrome Contest

Model Behaviour

Catwalks
Crowd gawks

Wont style
Forced smile

Strike pose
Fake nose

Weird strut
Flat butt

Scant curves
Unnerves

Small-hipped
Lunch skipped

Stick-thin
Chagrin

Faux tan
Pecan

Plucked brow
Used plough?

Long lash
Bleached 'tache

Plump lips
Veiled nips

Waxed mound
Astound

Forebear
Despair

Sweet girls
Morph churls

Sly pout
Grim trout

Taut thighs
All lies

Make hot
Post-shot

Airbrushed
Not hushed

Mere gaud
Defraud

Model?
Twaddle!

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25 November 2017

For the "Footle Form - Sequenced or Stand-Alone" contest, sponsored by Brian Strand.

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