Gimmicks Poems | Examples

Imagine

Imagine getting sick of thinking what if.
Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself.
Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan.
Selah.

You work toward your goal vehemently.
And that plan you can always modify, 
but from it you never relent.
Selah.

God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice 
Until our metaphysics lit up. 
He made us in his image and to Him limits are nothing but devilish gimmicks.
Alas, then why would you ever accept such sophistry as limits?
Selah.

Imagine what you would have.
Imagine where you could be.
But most importantly, imagine who you would become.
Selah

I Dived Into The Cauldron Of Magic Potion

I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and... Poetry Contest
Anoucheka Gangabissoon


I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
in hubby's best interest
... and, drum roll, mine also
You see, well there's nothing to see
And that's the point
... for this point of contention
only touches the surface
Where his plumbing could use some work
... sigh ... a lot of work
We tried all the gimmicks 
... and unfortunately 
All the gimmicks laughed at us
We tried the blues, greens, and lotions
And his rowboat remains docked
… In the parting seas
With eagerness, we look at the cauldron 
For some magic
Something … like something to hold onto
A rabbit's foot ... hum that might work
Even a lifeboat … only for me
So cauldron what say you
You have a bone to pick … ha, ha

Andrea

Andrea is a lovely girl
Who as a baby would in my arms curl
Full of mischief, she would try all sorts of gimmicks
Make all kinds of expressions and loves to mimick
She is tall and dusky, sings in a voice that is mellow and husky
Her graceful steps dance to every kind of modern tune
To BTS her favourite band she loves to swoon
It’s a joy to see her growing day by day
Im sure in life she will go a long long way.

Where's America's Can-Do Attitude

Where is America's 'can-do' attitude
    when it comes to the 2024 debacle
  If it's Biden against Trump again
    won't we feel we've been shackled --

  to a House of Horrors, chains on the left and the right
    Why won't we Americans even put up a fight
  Let's threaten the networks which air the debates
    that we'll shut off our tellies at a minute before eight 

  And as for primary voting, let's all vow to skip that
    If it's Biden vs. Trump -- How the hell can we stand pat
  Let's round up some candidates who'll go to the mat for Ukraine
    who are ready to dig pipelines and boost nuclear power again

  Candidates who intend to balance the budget THIS VERY YEAR
    not trick us with gimmicks, wherein massive deficits disappear  
  Candidates who know how to put the 'Woke' in their place
    and let go of the elites' obsession with gender and race  

  No more Men or women who snub their nose at our laws
    and berate those who challenge them with the lewdest guffaws
  Come on Americans, let's dig in and roll up our sleeves
    and round us up some Presidential timber before Autumn Equinox Eve

Surpass Your Limits

I'm surpassing my limits imagine the vision,
Of grasping intentions to master existence,
A savage I've witnessed bedazzled by gimmicks,
I laugh but I meant this I ask for forgiveness,
My past interventions were passion resentments,
Relapsing and quitting soul nagging from interest,
So sad had to end this what I had is not a friendship,
My mask being lifted surpassing my limits,
Within found a Light there my Savior waiting right there,
As I prayed to It found a way to It cause ego never fights fair,
It's my only weapon in Spirit small voice at times I can't hear it,
But It told me to not fear It just persevere and come near It,
With one step I start coming to a slow jog now I'm running,
Can't procrastinate cause I want It with fascination I'm hunting,
My imagination undaunted to face the demons that haunt it,
With a small knot in my stomach surpass my limits I'm coming!

Elevator Music

That old time elevator music
It's all so familiar to this old guy
Makes me feel I'm near the end
Aw... got another ten years or more

Sinatra, Como, der Bingo, Elvis
Holy doo doo am I old or what
From another time zone
When silent movies were the craze 

What exciting years they were
Filled with the latest new thingy
To pop onto the scene
Excited we were with each new gadget

Am I perhaps dating myself
There were many other new gimmicks
Like Star Wars the blockbuster of the 70s
To remember and throw in the mix

I Dreamt

I dreamt one night, that we were both under an old tree. 
I was laying in your lap & we felt so completely free. 

Like we were in another life, time or world. 
While staring at the cloud in the shape of a bird. 

We were surrounded by a field of multi-colored flowers. 
The only thing that could grow something so beautiful & sparkle, would be the soft rain showers. 

You were you and I was me. 
And we felt like one because we found the missing key. 

No gimmicks or disguises could ever separate us again. 
Because, we mastered the art of recognizing one another even with all the trends. 

That dream was so beautiful & I never felt more at peace. 
It's like your mind, body & soul combined with all the bad and finally released. 

I know it was only dream from my mind to my heart. 
I'm glad I could find the words to piece together this dream and articulate from the start.

Our Chanukah Menorah

Our Chanukah Menorah
Inhaling sparked air, candlestick wicks,
Exhaling gold leaping tongues,
Hypnotize more than magic tricks,
Sharing a story, singing songs,
8 illumined nights lighting 36,
Freeing us from "Yavan" wrongs,
Swallowing, hallowing, glowing licks,
Releasing an infinite light the world longs,
Flames flickering "Shalom", a "Tikun Olam" fix,
Assuring the throng all men belong,
Trust, peace, hope, no gimmicks!
As the Sensations of The sound of silence, combustion song,
The Subtle smell of fresh burning oil or wax mix
With the seen Shape of gulping flames oblong,
Taste of butter, caramel & vanilla sticks,
Are among the many reactions of each among
Us - on the menorah watch inspired by the ignited  fanatics!

His Ailment

My next-door man was a postman
He stunted gimmicks like Tarzan 
I met a constable
And told him my trouble
He said, “I can’t treat your ailment”. 


Syllable count: 8, 8, 6, 6, 8 (I used howmanysyllbes.com to count syllables.)

Gift of Glory

God gave me a great gift of glory
A gift of a good gracious guardian, 
Gifts of Gaiety, Gumption and Grief
God’s gift grants no gates for groveling
Nor are they gimmicks, glitches, nor guilt
Thus, the gift so grand gives Gypsies and Greeks
The same kind of gratitude and grace
All kinds of genders and gauche gawky geeks
  Are equaled as gifts of the Glory God
I have no time for gibbers and gabbles
But to glean through ungarbling gospels
Giving boys and girls no chance for greed,
No chance for gruesome grueling gossips
My gift is not gullible for gambits
Plus, my gift of character speaks no arrogance

What Do We Know

We look at this world from our hiding place,
Through a mist of ignorance and prejudiced gaze,
From a tiny little hole with a tiny little piece,
We interpret the whole blooming space!

Intellect is locked and we have thrown away key,
Our God given gift, the eyes cannot see,
We have created blindness through beliefs,
And our conscience is sold to social thieves!

Do not turn holy pages and utter holy words,
If hearts and minds lodge knives and swords,
Much kindness is achieved with a blade of grass,
If good benevolence your thoughts encompass!

So let’s not fool around with religious gimmicks, 
With colours, beards, hats or candle sticks,
For he who created you in the purity of his self,
Was to respect and worship creation itself!

Tinselry

Varying tactics to deftest tongues, 
I find it a futile taxing of tired lungs; 
She hears finer tropes with disdain, 
And loves lips that deal daring pain.

For fibs she sworn truths exchanged; 
At once dazzled by such fiddly verbs
As paint fabled shades of gilded gold, 
And cozy castles agleam in airy hubs.

When I say our love shall solidly dwell
Upon fidelity's firm bed of pure candor, 
Smooth-tipped rivals juicier idioms tell
Of better treats and fairy Idylls grander. 

To blur by guiles and gimmicks worse
Pledged long kiss on meadows green, 
Feisty adversaries yet shameless vow
To garnish her with blues' fairest stars. 

She in wind-chasing fantasies shuns
Her sincere love to fall for fizzy puns.

Vapidity

Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace
And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange; 
Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure,
With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth's range.

With their own ears they cannot first-hand hear,
And gauge if wild grapevines solid realities say;
There's always standard hearsay in each sphere,
That defines world’s weightier subjects of the day. 

It's the stark lack of depth in these artless geeks
That hatches and pupates corporate hydras’ fads:
Gimmicks-iced shenanigans to sate whims of cads;
Lie-tipped rackets hymned by classist parrot beaks. 

They're the distant acquaintance who moans louder 
Than the actual first-bereaved's grief-laden shoulder.
You behold the fairy eye riled by wetting garlic wafts,
That gives its tear to one unhurt by the vexing shafts. 

Methinks all existence and its rigged veneers would have ceased, 
If the few manipulating hucksters on its skewed stage so pleased!

Decoding Self

Hey G you ready?
Always...

I stand for faith and I'm talented
Like those athletes in the Olympics:
Running marathons with a touch in my hand! 
shouting freedom is for all
And fire lights up the kingdom,
Like the sun enlightening the world,
Venus my babe...
And she whispers "say no to the profane"
Ye have knowledge shall know.

The world full obstacles 
Heaven; earth and hell,
The reality formed by our psyche 
I.D; ego and super ego
So we have to look in!
Cause the world is nothing,
Love, Hate, Fear: all is within

Created this avatar called self:
And my genius is me!
So I flow: a ghost; a phantom, 
Dead to the world of gimmicks 
Personalities forming self,
Like codes and they never end...
The numerical universe 
The world is the matrix, 
Like a computer system 
and man is the virus, 
And I'm pressing Crtl, Alt and Del.

Human Aquarium

A silo water casket scintillates glow 
Green sea-weed blanket, bright red and yellow.
Pebbles and gravel, in a crystalline show.
Fizzing of bubbles the aquatic-air combo.

A vista of motion, flashes a rainbow. 
A bunch of humans thrown, in the confined gizmo. 
Dull green eyes, swim an ocean pseudo.
The drift of life, it's all real although. 

The wriggle of fins, of the snooty goldfish. 
The ripple of gills, of the elite angelfish. 
The humble jellyfish, and the snail all sluggish.  
The crabs and corals, the intricate gimmicks. 
Each and every home marvels marine mimics.

Our penthouse aquarium of ornamental beauty 
We all are sealed in our filial duty.
Unbreakable, shatterproof, cocktail glass of captivity...
 Mundane activity, glows in endless sanguinity. 
Then one day, motionless fish in sea..
will  be flushed out, quarantined to liberty... 
will swim across free ....the ocean of eternity.    

 

 




Placed First in Brian Standard Jan2019 Contest

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