The Earth is a living entity
A living sphere
spinning and gyro scoping
Forever generating and vibrating
Living Energy
With a swirling nickel/iron liquid core
that reaches out thru the Cosmos like a cosmic door
Forever protecting the floor of Flaura
The stuff that dreams are made of everyone
Hot magma blood that cools into a crust
Grounded by gravity’s leash from the sun
An atmosphere of gases that gives
All life breath
The Earth, she breathes
just like the best of us
Living here
- Blessed Be
(the lungs like fresh air)
Categories:
gyro, blessing,
Form: Free verse
AI. man
An important city was bombed a hundred times
during the long horrid night
I read one person was killed; how amazing is that
The newspaper report does not ask questions.
I have a mental picture of an AI person who looks
like a man in his thirties, knows everything and
speak every language you can think of, except
perhaps a local Indian speak in the Amazon
you can’t knock him over as he is gyro balanced
and his political opinions are pro-authoritarian.
He lives in Ukraine, whose army is indestructible
the leader is made of latex and sprayed on beard
tells the naïve and adoring audience he has won
the war for us in the West, but a can of lubricant
wouldn’t come amiss
Categories:
gyro, absence, abuse, age, best
Form: Blank verse
My eyes open to the feeling of the warm sunshine glow
The bed feels so good that getting up will be slow
Peering through my bedroom window and seeing there isn’t any snow
The news report was again a no show
I go into the shower, watching the drain take away the soapy water flow
Dry myself off with a rag towel combo
Get dressed and put on my hand made boots from the people of Navajo
I hop into my car, turn on the audio and begin to drive with gusto
To where, I don’t know
Zipping, passing a few vehicles in a row
Telling myself, hope none of my tires blow
I see up ahead a stop n go
Thinking of a hot cup of coffee or espresso
Definitely feeling hungry for a gyro
A pick up truck passes me by with loud music playing the classic Lionel Richie song, “Hello”
Triggering a memory from a long time ago
Snapping back into reality, looking at my rear view mirror, it is too late, I’ve passed it like a tornado
I quickly feel for my wallet, I forgot it! at home is my dough
Get back home soon without getting pulled over for no driver’s license to operate my pinto
Home is destination incognito
Categories:
gyro, car, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Unseen danger
He was fifty- five living alone in a cottage
but how is it possible to explain how he came to fall in love
with a woman of forty and lose his dignity.
We must take a break trying to understand the human heart
or the circumstances of wished for the repellent.
He was a ship navigating without a gyro-compass
in the sea of deceit, this foolish dance of a human borboleta.
When he kissed her, his whole soul was absorbed by her like falling into a cave of endless pleasure.
His anchor got lost in the outer seas.
Suddenly it was over like a dream that ends at frostbitten dawn
a locked door, there was some else in her embrace.
Rejected, he pleaded with the unseemly nativity, had she relented
enrolment would never be the same.
He took his dog and drove up north had wanted to see
the autumn colours.
After a week, he drove home and began his life like starting
all over again, walks in the woods of sanity.
Categories:
gyro, cinderella, courage, devotion,
Form: Blank verse
Psychotherapy, micro-bearably.
Pyro-merrily, gyro-herapy,
lots of chatter, bright new ways,
all pointing to one result.
If we are kind to each other,
if we follow our natural loving hearts,
none of these ways or theories
will be needed by anybody.
Be nice. Be kind. Be considerate.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
Live as well as you can, by letting others live their way.
Psychotherapy, micro-bearably.
None of it needed if we follow the golden rule.
Categories:
gyro, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
To celebrate Cinco de Maio
She set her vibrator on "Gyro"
It started to hum
When in walked her mum
Et voilà! The State of Ohio!
Categories:
gyro, culture, french,
Form: Limerick
The Reef Unseen
He was fifty-five divorced living in a cottage but how
is it possible to explain how he came to fall in love with a woman
15 years younger and lose his dignity.
I must take a break here try understanding the human heart
or the circumstances of the wished for the repellent he was
a ship that had lost its gyro-compass when navigating
the sea of deceit this foolish dance of the human borboleta
When he first kissed her, his whole being was absorbed by
her like falling into a cave of endless pleasures and his anchor
got lost in the outer seas
Then suddenly it was over like dream that ends at dawn, her
the door was locked there was someone else, rejected he pleaded,
had she relented it would never be the same the thread
of naiveties that bound him to her was broken
you can`t re-dream a dream.
So he took the dog with him and drove up north he had wanted
to see the autumn colours after week, they drove home
The dog loved the old routine when he had been depressed
The dog was sad, for him she was the morning mist that
Briefly, obscure the blue mountain range where the sun arises
Categories:
gyro, art, beach, body, break
Form: Blank verse
BEDROOM EYES
In the bedroom behind your eyes
Clothes are strewn about,
Open drawers display unwashed articles and misplaced matches,
Crumpled photos of discarded men
Lay scattered like fallen soldiers on love’s battlefield.
Is this my destiny?
The graveyard of forgotten lovers.
The room is dark and sultry,
I stumble around the mess to find you sitting,
On the unmade bed, in centerfold poses,
Inviting, seducing siren.
My mind gyro-spins, images of past suitors
Flash before me like neon exit signs
And I am left with tombstone reflections.
I turn to leave, afraid of the reasons
Unaware of the rhyme, still the door eludes me
And I hit the wall in the room behind your eyes.
Categories:
gyro, relationship, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Thair are two detectives , kershaw and grey ! Thay chase the badgize and
Make them pay ! Thay eat lots of fried chicken in bed ! The hot sauce & ketchup
Turns thair sheets red ! Avery grey looks half Japanese ! Edith kershaw duz not!
But thay are boeth very hot ! kershaw likes Pepsi . Grey loves her coke !
Grey is very serious ! Kershaw loves jokes ! Grey likes hot dogs !
Kershaw loves her gyro-subs! Grey likes miller beers ! Kershaw likes her buds!...
Categories:
gyro, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Lyric
SOP OF A SONGBIRD
At the labyrinth of life
Fear of its complex nature griped our heart
Like a stranger at a tripartite junction.
Worries came afterward , humping us high and dry with impossible mission
Life became humdrum in a fixed gyration
And like a gyro, our earth revolves
Sonorously , we are made to sing : the songs of the slaves
How can a fire burn without fuel and hands functions without bones
Then you can tell, how the life can function without divine faith
Now! Let the ear that hears hear
the songs of a humming birds
A song of hope , the tune of faith
The faith that fires fear
A true reflection of hope, treasures of our rich universe
And the saviour of mankind
From the chagrined and chary of life
Categories:
gyro, character, universe,
Form: I do not know?
SOP OF A SONGBIRD
At the labyrinth of life
Fear of its complex nature griped our heart
Like a stranger at a tripartite junction.
Worries came afterward , humping us high and dry with impossible mission
Life became humdrum in a fixed gyration
And like a gyro, our earth revolves
Sonorously , we are made to sing : the songs of the slaves
How can a fire burn without fuel and hands functions without bones
Then you can tell, how the life can function without divine faith
Now! Let the ear that hears hear
the songs of a humming birds
A song of hope , the tune of faith
The faith that fires fear
A true reflection of hope, treasures of our rich universe
And the saviour of mankind
From the chagrined and chary of life
Categories:
gyro, character, universe,
Form: I do not know?
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
Categories:
gyro, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Tender sliced beef sauteed lightly
Wrapped in Gyro Bread
Arugula bitter bite
Horseradish sauce covered
Sauteed onions dressed
Treat!
My inspiration:"Taste Of Summer" By Brian Strand
Categories:
gyro, food
Form: Epulaeryu
I Remembered Elvis
I was just----------thinking.
How many teen ager girls wanted Elvis?
How many hopes and dreams
were shattered then,
When
when he married the Pricilla.
I remembered Elvis?
Gyro on the stage.
Elvis the Pelvis they were calling him.
Most of us just tried to walk to hike to live.
Even then, even when ;
even I could knoe it then:
I was just-------thinking.
How many young women wanted Presley to begin.
DID ewe?Lambe~
Categories:
gyro, social,
Form: Free verse