Nathan Gilmore hit the news
Was it his bloodline or did he choose STUDY GUIDE
A life to kill, a life to die
Was he trained or is it lies
Propaganda still it reigns
Still... it's there to fill our brains
A poor man's game of solitaire
A piece of fat from those who care
When they’ve taken all but your last best
Take all you won so they don’t forget
But if you bet and do not win
Acknowledge one day you will try again
Don’t let pity still your gains
You earned that gold, you won the game
Friendly wagers are never lost
But make sure you can cover cost
Well fed, you look but can you play
Or are you one with something to say
I've but a moment or two to spare
Please don’t stutter and don’t be scared
Yes, to you, it's important though
But if you don’t speak up, I must hurry and go
Choose your words wisely, think before speak
Ask me questions but please keep it brief
The answers are foreign some call them trash
So, ponder your choices before your question is asked.
Categories:
gilmore, community, high school, magic,
Form: Rhyme
For Princess Ann Gilmore
~Across the Pond~
I wish I could meet Princess Ann!
I just know she would like me.
My royal calico fur, my gentleness.
My kind green eyes, she’d see.
I was just resting on Mum’s chair!
Dreaming of shells, England and the sea.
Just once, I prayed just once, dear God.
Please allow me, lovely Princess Ann to see!
~Love, Queen Irene~
3-16-2022
Categories:
gilmore, cat, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Echoes of Two Hearts
Warm, vivacious, a friend is she.
Brave and so courageous.
Her emails literally, smile at me.
What poet writes of another’s pet?
Ann Gilmour does, don’t you know?
She’s not here to win or steal the show!
No, jealousy poisons her poetic heart.
Quite loving, is dearest Ann.
She lives near the waves of the sea.
The celestial bodies are Ann’s pets.
Blessed to have her as friend, she just
glows.
It’s our crystalline friendship, that so
magnificently grows.
11/29/2021
Categories:
gilmore, friendship, poetess, thank you,
Form: Rhyme
How Did I Get Here!
My name is May Flaunders and my age is just four.
I remember my friends, Bob and Sally Gilmore.
And then a time came when I thought, Oh my dear.
Where has time gone, how did I get here!
Five, six, seven, eight and nine all gone by the way
cause I celebrated being ten today.
I can't help but wonder about my friends Bob and Sal
who moved to Canada this time last year.
My how time flies when we're having fun
but goodness, how did I get here!
I've worked all through school,passed all my exams
sixteen going on eighteen with feelings of confusion and fear.
I cannot believe all the things I have done.
Now thirty plus and wed with a son.
A job that fulfils me with good cheer.
But blooming heck, how did I get here!
I'm a Grandma now soon to retire
with a grandson to fill my days.
But I'll be ready when he asks,
"Grandma were you born in the olden days?"
And I'll look upon him filled with pride as I tell
him without any fear, cause it no longer matters
what anyone say's or the thoughts of how I got here!
Categories:
gilmore, age, children, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.
Categories:
gilmore, society,
Form: Rhyme
Constance
Sarcastic, Mother, Loyal, Friend
Daughter of Mikal and Donna
Lover of writing, music, and moonlight
Who feels love, sadness, and hope
Who fears failure, flying roaches, and lonliness
Who would like to see Ireland, Puerto Rico, and Maine
Resident of Beaumont, Texas
Gilmore
Categories:
gilmore, introspection,
Form: Bio
As soft and gentle as the Eagle flies, it spreads its wing's
through the spacious skies. In its round about ways it
circles the trees, with a gentle touch of a soft cool breese.
Beneathe its wings, the wind has caught, and lifts him up
but not alot, for it's up to him to find its place, or forever
the sky is all but space...
I have the permission of posting this poem on PS. This poem was sent to me originally from
Todd Gilmore of Bunnell Florida
Categories:
gilmore, adventure, animals, nature, peace,
Form: I do not know?