The Socialists' Sorrow
What if I opened a store of some
kind?
Would the rattlers in your soul
tell you I am evil in your mind?
What if I worked fifteen hours a
day in my Gyros restaurant and
made more money than you?
Would the big lie 'that the rich
are so evil fester in you?
Perhaps you'd like me better if
I were poor living in a tent?
With rats, feces, and needles all
over the cement?
We should stop the false nonsense
without hesitation!
Many Americans and foreigners
made us a prosperous nation!
We all live quite well in the USA!
But we growl and sneer at a man
or a woman who had the courage
to make their own way?
Shame on us, being green with
malice!
How dare we take Communion
from a priest's chalice?
October 29, 2019
Categories:
gyros, america, art, inspiration, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Greek Festival
I've waited an entire year for this!
More exciting than Christmas,
for me...
If only I had a wish list.
The foods magnificent, the love
expressed tastefully, yet simply
extravagant.
The aroma of Frappes and gyros
set me reeling.
Stuffed grape leaves and the best
pastitsio on earth.
Cooked by volunteer cooks~
sweating with love and mirth.
Another time of communal OPA,
with great feeling.
The dancing, oh!
The Sirtaki and the wonderful,
Hasapiko.which are danced with
beauty and total grace!
There's no better time than this.
It leaves a beaming smile on my
face.
Greek bread drives me to total
gastronomic oblivion.
Pastries, lift me to heaven, off
I go!
Ah, Greek Festival, one more
special event with Hellenic,
great feeling!
"Philitomo", well you have to look
that one up-:))
As it has multiple meanings.
Thank you.
Panagiota Romios
August 2, 2019
6pm PST
Categories:
gyros, celebration, culture, dance, food,
Form: Free verse
Hark, hark! The shark!
I think that I shall never pee
Into something nasty as puree...
Quoth the raven, "What the heck for?"
Twas brillig in her sleazy toes
Mumby gyros grown through her nose...
The game came down to this or that
When Mighty Casey threw up at bat
The fault, dear Blutarski, lies not in our cars
But in us, that we are---SMASH! CRASH!---seeing stars
Coo coo, cachoo, Mrs. Robinson
Your priest loves you more than you will know (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Mary had a little brown camel
Whose hump her dentist had made of enamel
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack drown in some political slick
Fi, fie, fo, fum, I smell the stench
Of another Presidential run...
And Snow White fell in love, parried
And slapped happily ever after!
That's all, Folks!
(Looney-Tunes)
Categories:
gyros, poetry, silly, song,
Form: Light Verse
Please excuse typos, grammar, format errors, choice of words, syntax, tic tacs, tie tacks, big macs, cracker jacks, boring facts, silly tricks, pick-up stix, plots, thoughts, good guys, bad guys, bad girls, good girls, whirly girls, gyros, heroes, heroines, gyrenes, jelly beans, trampolines, transformers, bun warmers, sailors, tailors, tattoos, old news, old shoes, pikachus, random clues, bubble gum, bubba gumps, shrimps, chimps, vamps, tramps, stamps, tramp stamps, dogs, cats, carrots, ferrets, parrots etcetera etcetera etcetera. I am making this stuff up as I go.
Categories:
gyros, word play,
Form: Free verse
DINNER
Tonight we’ll dine
At a restaurant fine
.To order, we’ll start
With the French words,
Entrée and a la carte.
Hors d oeuvres, escargo,
Brei and dubonnet.
If those mean food,
Why don’t they say?
Foi gras and boeuf.
Grass-fed beef?
Next on the menu:
Pesto, calamari,
Vermicelli, tortellini.
Served with bianco, chianti,
Oh me!
Not to be out done,
The Greeks have their fun
With: gyros, mousaka,
Ouzo, and baklava.
Apparently it’s fashional
To serve food international.
Adding to the appeal
Of a well-prepared meal.
OK by me!
Categories:
gyros, culture, food,
Form: Light Verse
Flying black daggers
Gyros with crispy French fries
Soft industrial rock
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
gyros, nostalgia
Form: Senryu
Oh mother Hubbard went to the cub bard to fetch her dog a bone
but in 2008 if he had not ate P.E.T.A would picket her home
that old lady who lived in the shoe
with all the kids knowing not what to do
she put in a paternity suit she should not have bothered
live on Maury " your are not the father"
mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow
he followed her to school one day for lunch they had gyros
three little kittens
lost their mittens
and they began to cry
they crept in the store
and stole some more
and now they are warm and dry
i just needed to type something to fu fill my obligation to my self to write
something every day.
Categories:
gyros, funny
Form: I do not know?
The mean season has descended,
laying effective waste to what has passed;
with hoarfrost talons
and Nordic breath,
ripping throats and
wheezing words of consumptive finality.
With panther-like stealth, this predatory carnivore
prowls the very constructs of life,
the avenues and gardens of creation,
cracking stone and brick,
withering grass and bloom.
It may be far from over,
yet I feel it’s cold, hungry strategy,
it’s muted, dead approach.
I sense the freezing gyros
precisely tilting,
guiding it’s trajectory
towards my door.
The door stands ajar,
presently,
but slowly swinging wider,
allowing access space for
Death.
Categories:
gyros, death, life, nature,
Form: Blank verse