Gig Poems - Poems about Gig

The Great Gig in the Sky

The recent, decent, authorised remaster -
now deeper, fuller, meaningfully vaster,
it’s done its fifty years – this one’s a laster!
I don’t care if you’re reggaeton or Rasta,
you worship Satan, Seti, Zoroaster -
just play this baby for your priest or pastor –
it’s early Fleetwood Mac, but cooler, faster –
so get it grooving on your ghetto blaster!
Abandon Grand

retirement is a different gig

I binge watch t shows
If I like the characters
They become family

I have sat in my recliner for hours
Clicking next episode over and over
This is a new hobby for me

Relaxing in a whole new way
I have no idea how this can be my new life
But retirement is a different gig
I like it

Mamma Mia

The Abba clones were about to perform
Suddenly Bob felt his feet wet and warm
Anna screamed "diarrhea!"
Mum yelled "mamma mia"
While their pug pup hid inside its fly swarm

Pip had gifted the gig wet smelly poop
Made Anna gag as she shoveled each scoop
At an abnormal level
A proud deed for this devil
For its contents were like newt eye

The Gig Is Up

The gig is up, his fine wife said
    I know you've been cheating on me
  My feelings may not matter to you
    but I shall not a laughingstock be

  So here are your things, all of your stuff
    You're never to come here again

Bad Gig

The pole is slick
there's a smell emanating from the toilets
body odor and a thick male musk in the smoky air.
I'm not here to gawp at the dancer
just bar tend.
The floor is sticky, the glasses dirty,
the canned music sleazy.

It's not a classy joint.

Nobody tips, not many drink,
the head of the skinny manager
materializes from around a drape.
The

Drag Queen

bright colored feathers
dancing romancing red cheer
wig a gig heart big

The Great Gig In the Sky - 2020

We're nearing the end of another year
But this one feels different than before
As we mourn our heroines and hero's
Hearts of family and friends are sore

There's Eddy, Pete and Peter Green
They're guitarists in their own way
Lost to the Great Gig in the Sky
Amidst those twenty twenty days

Barbara Martin, Reddy and Tonka
Whom have played to many a

Rock N Roll 3

Without a break they launched into their next song, one that sang about war in the sky and described old flying machines that didn’t exist anymore. Angie waved her hands around like a devil and on long song notes held out her hands 

and closed her eyes, dreaming of what her song described. Nodding her

Rock N Roll 3

Her band was made up of many cool members. Cecil on drums; he wore a cut down decades old Sisters of Mercy t-shirt bought from Jason, old blue jeans and scuffed boots. Jason noticed this and elbowed Craig in the ribs and drunkenly 

grinned to his mate, “That’ll do wonders for my business!” On bass

Rock N Roll 1

They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy 

music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake

Learning Cinema Curves

She went looking for a scare 
But what was she gonna wear 
A pink tank top 
From the discount shop 
Was she going to be coming from class? 
Frustrated since grades may not pass
Maybe it was the need to be a beauty 
From the lone photographer doing their duty 
There could be the character worried

A Tribute To Voice of the Beehive

I first heard of you
In the hot heat of ’88
I was in love
My world full of bliss.
But the love 
Died on the vine
And I was lost
And alone but I had
The songs of the 
Beehive to protect me.

I’ve been to your city
With my friends
I’ve walked your earth
And yes, it’s my home,
My only home.
I’ve been the lover,
The

T'Pau Gig

T'Pau Gig
Music mattered greatly to me
My first gig was in March 1988
I saw T'Pau at Manchester Apollo
The bouncers were s
Moving me from down to upstairs
But it was fine my band was there

They were an awesome rock band
With a hot red haired singer
Of course I wanted to bonk her
Their songs rocked my head
I listened to them

Wise Gig

If you fortune a tangent,
You’ll get a stash,
A rill of crescents pageant,
Old and holding the gash.

Perception not able,
The dynamo dies in the land,
Normal cable to stable,
The bearings of negates and hand.

Piercings whisper through the ears,
Wheat quakes to sliver rum,
Dermis exhalted the overdraft years,
The pollination riffed the drum.

Chrysanthemum sung to oak,
To know the structure is of

Brand New Gig

There once was a character named Eli
Who really loved the fourth of July
He thought he was a stud
His fireworks were a dud
So he got a new gig and moved to Thai






















7-5-19
Alexis Y

* Happy Belated Fourth Of July

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