Gogo Poems | Examples

Hustled in and Hustled Out

a photo moment for the pretty blonde singer
she is hustled into a tent with soldiers who pretend to be happy
this is Viet Nam 1969
They have seen many young men killed and maimed
But at this moment they paste on smiles
pretending all is well
incase their loved ones see this photo
knowing it might be the last time they might see them in any photo
the pretty blonde singer stands sassily in her white gogo boots
knowing nothing of the horrors these men have seen
she is hustled out as fast as she was hustled in
a five-minute photo op
propaganda to try to pretend it was not as bad as it was

Letting It All Hang Out

Below the gray blah canopy
Suffering from bad attitude
and seasonal psychosis
The human race sprints
No finish line required
and Everyone wins gold
Music blaring
Bikini tops daring
Exposed guts not caring
Rooftop gogo dancer staring
At me
Ok, maybe that's vice versa
Its a poolside, post-graduate MTV Spring Break
Some of us much more "post" than others
The glaze and haze of Vegas
Sprawling in the manner built for Caesar
Decadence is the Neighborhood Watch
Where every citizen is
On patrol
On Patron
All far gone
Judgment
By them or ourselves
Left town for lent
Or excommunicated at the stake
Where loungers and readers
And tricksters and treaters
are one
Tighter than conjoined twins
playing with crazy glue in Texas heat
And the ways that used to be
And the ways we wish there were
And the ways we can rent by glass
Are included in the price of admission
Guilt not included
As everyone drops their towels
Hoping for someone to pick them up.

(9/7/13)

Weeh Thongo

I've been me ,
A meepy child accused of crafts .
Tangled  in my sleep , 
For waisting time ,
Loved the errors at cloud nine .
And still I made it with no trial.

I've lived in the upside  down world ,
Where each dream was taken for word ,
Graded was for worst ,
Still I am an agent  on quest ,
Posturing those of abo gogo 
Imfihlo zi'mnadi zabo Khokho .

I am still me here undying ,
Judged from my peace when snoring .
That I am for one pictoring .

What I wear is problem  to all ,
What I eat is a disgrace to the wall 
For I am answering my greatest call.

I owe you no theory ,
I am the one whose heart is drained ,
Whose eyes are dried ,
Whose moods take charge ,
And I am telling you .
I didn't  choose this path ,
For my fate was choosen long before the birth of me .

Waiting For

It’s like waiting for God,
oh so much. Yet why,
oh why so long?
Clocks move so slowly as I watch,
yes, watch my wrist, too, oh so long,
so long the clock, the watch,
the clock, the watch.

Yet strangely, irritably,
the time – the time that
seemed so long – has gone,
gone so swiftly,
passed into the past.
Time that was pre-noon,
is now post-noon; aye, now,
for morning has shifted, never to be
seen, smelt, heard, felt.
Gone, for now once more
becomes then; aye, then.

But there will be another.
Oh God, oh yes.
Oh God, oh indeed.

(Dec 2021)

Silent One - Poem Inspired By His Recent Write

“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem
I
Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre
But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities -
Magically coaxing ancient responses and memories, 
Ancient civilizations, loves village by village, bequeathing antiquities

II
Once, at a prayer meeting, in a troubled land
Four races came praying for rain, their drought’s end
To save quaint farms, healthy habits, good food, the Rand …
Oupa, Gogo, pundits under acacias, teaching a man to be a man

Postulate A-Gogo

I Read someone's words
All Agreements in tow
They made my heart cry
My Minds start to bleed
No one to follow
No one to lead
The words began to spread
By land, sea and air
Every known creature
Far and wide
Above and below
Wet or dry
Made music 
With the words
As I listened they spoke
I drank them in deep
Then deeper still, they
Made my thoughts ease
My emotions to flow
All fearhate subsided
And love laid aglow
Authentic is my self
Unconditional    soul
Forever un domesticated
Exit       Ego   fishbowl

Dream Series: Yukiko and Tsuki

Terrible dreams three days running, today's was an unbearable doozy. I woke up in a hotel room and had lost Tsuki and Yukiko. I had to get dressed and go out in the world searching for them. 

But I couldn't find enough clothes to wear, and where were my gawdamn shoes, where did all these disgusting gogo boots come from, can't go looking for my dogs when I'm half naked. 

Why are wormy afterbirth-slimed newborn kittens and puppies crawling pitifully all over the floor? Did Yukiko have puppies and kittens? Have to find those dogs! What if I never see them again? I won't be able to live.

Why can't I have nightmares about cool vampires and werewolves instead of losing my dogs.

Quirks and Preferences

QUIRKS

I once had a friend long time past 
Who was wont to always break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk

Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown
Will need Mulligatawny soup to wash it down

I have penchants predilections and preferences
For which others give tolerance and deferences
Like playing Wagner while eating beef jerky
And some other things that are just as quirky

I can ride a bike when not too far
Sitting backwards perched on handle bar
And though not Welsh, but from English stock
I can pronounce Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch

In choosing twixt the Burgundies and Bordeaux’s
I adjudicate by colour and by nose
But if the menu’s fish and chips with mushy pea
I’ll settle for a nice cup of tea

So live and let live and we’ll get along 
With our whims each singing a different song
These fancies, whether from Venus Mars or Saturn
All add to life’s rich quirky pattern

Wales 1 Germany 0

WALES 1 GERMANY didn’t

The Germans take great pride
In long words measured by the clock
But can they compete when vied
With Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch

Festive Year End Finale

All through the year it's been coming
the months, weeks and days countdown
then in that final month of the year
all the pressure makes one frown

It's the fastest paced month by far
everything's a gogo in December
all pointing to Santa time at Christmas
be ready get all the pressies remember!

Sadly the real reason for the season
has been lost in this materialistic world
God sent His son to be our saviour
instead man leaves the message curled

It can bring a mixture of weather
where ever in the world you may be
of course it's my birthday month
now let's find as real nice green tree

Dear Granny

Dear granny, we shall always remember you each day;
	You’ve fostered us, and so much of you each can say –
	If but life was a crystal, we’d seen through it this dreadful fate,
	And learnt to espouse the plight in advance that you are late.
	You were weary of ailments and lethargies that had you slain,
	But from a dream how we wish we would awake to see you again,
	And jest with you and laugh with you and rejoice with laughter –
	As you narrate to us the family history of the early 60s before and after.
	Oh, Gogo, our beloved –How much in God we pray and quest
	That your disembodied soul be saved only with the celestial best;
	Treasured shall your absence from this barbaric life in eternity be –
	And honour shall at your interment prevail as we lament thee.
	As withered from this planet your life becomes, we accept now that it ends,
	And all we hope for as your bereft, is that you betimes make new friends.

Love's Golden Years

I sit awake listening to you snore
It’s a scene I’ve witnessed many times before
I’m used to it so I just ignore
After all these years you still deny this flaw

In the moonlight your face looks blue
You wear a creamy, cool hue
I love being this close to you
And you snore even more
But tonight I must adore
I dont want to sleep in the spare next door

I love you all these years
Wrinkles and grey hairs
Failing eyesight and ears,
Old age and hunchback, I’m yours
I’ve seen this moment 30 years ago
How you've aged so gracefully my gogo
When I made a vow for rich or poor 
When we shared a drink from the same straw
And when you didn’t snore

Last Night I Dreamt

i dreamt a dream the other night
where up was down and left was right
fox news was gone all anti Bush
Obama now there latest crush
Bill O Reilly was campaigning
to free Bradley Manning
Shepard Smith announced
he was no longer fake tanning
reports were coming thick and fast
revelations revealing Grechens exotic past
the truth exposed re. Bret Baier
totally bald thats spray on hair
unfair and unbalanced was now the logo
Megan Kelly quit and now dancing gogo
Murdoch declared he was terminly ill
Bill Hemmer broke the story of the old mans will
every cent to charity
that im afraid was too much for me
i awoke confused and in a sweat
in a panic turned on my tv set
oh thank God sanity restored
O Reilly was on declaring Manning a coward
turns out Grechens past was squeaky clean
Obamas policys are all obscene
love in with George W scheduled for 8 o clock
but poor Megans still dancing around the clock.

Childhood At Grandma's

At grandma's we played with 
mud
Ate sweets that gave us cavities
And my cousins were my best 
buddies
Granny would make pap, white 
and soft
Served with wors
(sausages) that made everyone's 
mouth water, even mum.

We'd gather around a fire
''making maize magic'' we'd say 
As we braai maize and vleis 
(meat)
Before the fire dies Gogo 
(granny)
Makes her legendary vetkoeks,
A delight to enjoy for days.

Sometimes we' climb the mango 
trees
As the thrill intrigued us, for it 
was dangerous
The bees would buzz and we 
just ran
But Gogo awaited at the kitchen 
door
With a belt to give a hiding
But we would cry before she 
punishes us
In hopes of dodging the bullet.   

At grandma's we grew up.

Leaving Time

Sung to the hymn of “The yellow rose of Texas”


I was cursing down the road
 tired and all a lone
just a passing through ole` Oklahome

So I shut down and pulled in-
to this old run down joint

I went in through the back door
and I got myself a beer

I was sitting at the bar feeling mighty tired
When I noticed this GOGO dancer looking right at me
She came up to greet me, and said her name was Bee
Well, my that GOGO dancer she sure looked good to me

She looked to be bread in ole` Kentucky 
But just a crumb down here
She’s knocked kneed double jointed 
with a cauliflowered  ear.

 She smokes them white owl stogies 
and drinks them rum and sodies

I see her habits are quite brutal
in bed she’ll be Apple strudel
Well now that GOGO dancer she looks good to me….

I think it’s best time for leaving
Or in the morning I’ll be a grieving

  MY O MY THAT GOGO DANCER 
 SURE DID LOOK GOOD TO ME!!!!!!!

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