I admire you being fareway
Sounds silly simply, to be honest.
Nothing just wishes like old time giveaway.
Just to be free birds to build a nest.
You bare me for being young
Things that tangle, to be naughty.
Anything makes me to be hung
In your mind thinking it lately.
I would often wander through the Tate
walking round the galleries and halls
admiring all the portraits
pictures and artwork on the walls
it was almost quite the hobby
then a painting I espied
of a proper Peeler a British Bobby
arresting is not denied
corporal punishment is implied
I admit would you believe and have to say
the stripes on his sleeve were a giveaway
but I was unfamiliar
with the artist responsible
as the vignette was neither a Sargent
and yet no more a Constable
Mark's response:
"I've seen drooling women
before. Ben! You want pulled pork
for dinner?"
"Mark!" You don't know
anything."
How do you know
she's a druid?
She is out for a run
with a fistful
of leaves and branches.
Dead giveaway.
Hideaway
Hideaway
Put it all in the attic
Runaway
Runaway
From the world when your manic
Giveaway
Giveaway
All your things when your depressed
Cuz maybe they’ll care when you’re dead.
Throwaway
Throwaway
Those thoughts. You know You’re a god
Go away
Go away
From all this, start a million things you’ll never finish.
Stowaway
Stowaway
The negativity and overconfidence
You’ll seem more normal if you do.
A struggle everyday
Cuz disorder doesnt go away
No matter how much booze I drink
No matter all the thoughts I think
Just think about what you would do
If you were me, and I was you
A museum filled with Bobbleheads
Is not your average art,
Although that precisely is the thing
That makes it stand apart.
What started with a giveaway
To baseball fans has grown
To a huge collection, in the thousands,
That two friends now own.
Their gallery is organized
By categories, so
You can view your favorites from the teams
Of now or long ago.
Aside from every sport, there are
The dolls that represent
TV characters, both current
And the ones that came and went.
There are cartoon figures, too,
And also singers and their bands,
Plus a host of politicians,
Even some from other lands.
We had lots of fun exploring
The nostalgia they’re providing,
Though we never did find Waldo,
The one Bobblehead in hiding.
"Hello said the Ghost"
I knew it was a Ghost
the semi see-through
sort of a-dead-giveaway
not frightened though
getting on in years~
my own skin quite
thinner, like an aged mongrel
needing a good dinner --
(in a haunting way
getting back to the spirit of things)
becoming transparent to my core --
but it was getting a bit
late, and my feeling a tad
more tired than usual, I suggested he
show himself to the door
He simply said, "What for?
What for? Soon to be room-mates
evermore."
I had an idea for a poem
To let my mind simply roam
But it’s not really my cup of tea
And why on earth is it rhyming
I really want to make pancakes
But it’s too early yet too late
And my thighs are a giveaway
For late night snacks of past days
My poem cemetery isn’t too full
I should add this it is bull
But I’m bored and so it stays
My next poem will hopefully be great
You've come to the right place for a bargain today
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I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus a Poe giveaway
I am one of those in a world that stopped
whether it was for seconds, fractions or millennia
but the engine of time broke down mid action
mid conversation, mid thought
and for a beautiful period we were all framed
in a snapshot that may have lasted eons
and some called it enlightenment
and when the buffering released us
all was as it was
and some claimed epiphanies
the only giveaway, a distant house alarm
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Lying down on the grass today
Contemplating this girl
Seeing her sitting right there next to me
My senses caught up in a whirl
Of growing anticipation
Knowing her later I'd see
Telling myself to keep cool and not think
That maybe she'll look right at me
Oh wow, when that happens it's crazy
The butterflies dive bomb inside
When meeting her eyes accidentally
My smile is so hard to hide
Revealing my innermost feelings
It's impossible not to convey
That this girl has me captivated
My face is a dead giveaway
I seldom take a book with me
more reading entertainment
watching others turn their
pages, body-language a literary
giveaway
the positioning of their heads
how torsos are tilted right or
left, perhaps Representative of
one's politics – foreign occupation
by written words
of another
one can't tell a book by its cover
but a whole lot revealed by the
measure of pages read...lack of
conversation
and how eyes
avert....
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Poetry at a discount with this coupon I display
A weekend special
I'm on the level
Two for one Longfellows plus an Poe giveaway
The little old woman who lived in a shoe
Wasn't the SOLE owner
Apparently there were strings attached
Wow that was a real groaner
I have never been a big fan of archery
Too many DRAWBACKS, for me
Rookie pirates make terrible singers
Can't really hit the HIGH SEAS
For plumbers a flush sure beats a FULL HOUSE
And I'm not talking poker here
Have you heard about that origami store
The damn thing FOLDED it appears
In a room where the curtains were DRAWN
The rest of the furniture was real
“Love” means ZERO to tennis players
That didn't have a lot appeal
The butcher backed into the meat grinder
And got a little BEHIND in his work
Heard it before but it's one of the good ones
Let's celebrate and pop the cork
Do you know the real definition of a will
It's a DEAD giveaway
Clouds in the sky reveal their intention
Their color is always a dead giveaway,
There is no known effective intervention.
You know what’s coming if they are gray,
Gathered in a group for a sky convention.
If they are white and fluffy like cotton
We do not give them a second thought
They’ll soon pass over, entirely forgotten
If a pleasant east wind they have caught
I’ve thought, for a cloud, this is so rotten.
Written October 18, 2022
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