Long Gerard Poems
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Self-seeking combined with appetite
unsettles our global foundations.
Arrogant malice yields agony
as volatile as dynamite.
Diplomats dream up celebrations
portraying worldwide euphony.
Dazzling garlands line the street
winking past the gluttony.
Roses from all nations
scintillate, incomplete
harmony.
March 9, 2020
The last three lines are a quote: 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony' from A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams. My apologies, Maria, for altering the essence of your line. Scintillate may also mean a flickering, wavering, bewitching light.
The form is new to me, the curtal sonnet, created by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I love you like a four-year-old
loves playing Hunt the Thimble:
I want you like Inspector Gerard
wants cuffs on Richard Kimble.
As Mork has eyes for Mindy, I
am crazy, too - no, loonier!
But, to ensnare you, I'll do "square",
like Efrem Zimbalist Junior.
As Elly May loves critters, and
young Jethro worships Jed,
I tell the world that you're my girl,
verbose as Mister Ed.
I seal each letter with a kiss,
just like I'm Brian Hyland:
immaculate in every way,
immune from dirt, or tooth decay,
you've never known a Bad Hair Day,
like the girls on Gilligan's Island
You’re the reason why I write poetry.
Seeing beauty and promise in the mundane.
You are the music – reverberating gong.
When you smile, I have won the lottery.
I walk around grinning like the insane,
‘cause you put in my heart a lilting song.
That you favoured me, how could it be?
While the music lasts, love should not wane.
Surely this feeling I have can’t be wrong.
I wish for meteor colours to see
night long!
Poet's note:
Depicted here are the different colours of comet tails as they enter the earth's atmosphere.
Science now asserts that colour does not exist anywhere in the universe. It is only how our brains interpret the various wavelengths of light. The colour blue could not be 'seen' by many ancient peoples and, therefore, many languages do not have a word for the colour blue. Also, according to science, time does not exist.
Poetic form: Curtal sonnet
The curtal sonnet (obsolete word meaning curtailed or contracted) is a form invented by the Jesuit priest, Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889). He only wrote the three examples: ‘Pied Beauty’, ‘Peace’, and ‘Ash Boughs’. An eleven-line poem in two stanzas, in variable metre (he employed sprung rhyme to achieve desired effect of lesser syllables per line). Comprising of a sestet with a rhyme scheme of abcabc, and a quatrain rhyming dcbd or dbcd, that marks the pivotal point (a shifting or tilting of the main line of thought); with an additional 2 syllable verse, a spondee [//] rhyming ‘c’, which is presented indented.
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SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER
walking upon the moors of Scotland i saw a sprite who
became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie: kissing
therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn: shedding her skin--
saltire!
I when to Restaurant Andrew Fairlie --
manager said someone got mutilated late last night -- upon the
moors of Scotland! Oh no!
Glad I ate Haggis! Sean Connery in drag -- like a werewolf
kissing Gerard Butler. Princes Street spending howls
shopping in the street in the capital! Edinburg makes
nice suits and covers all things of humans and beasts. but i
prefer Lothian Road in the west; near Leith Street! In the east!
oh ah Aaoooooo!
Like Lon Chaney drinking a pina colada!
:: 09.09.2020
We live our life not thinking at all
of how one day you'll see it in a flash
right before your eyes all at once
now today you can sort it but be not rash
Think back when you came on earth
with one certainty you'll leave one day
no matter what years you have in between
so make an impression while you stay
You really want to show you're on song
singing a melody that fits your tune
using all your repertoire in your display
make sure you are truly in prime
Years toll by and grey hairs come
look back on all that's gone before
make sure you've kept your integrity
be true to yourself within your inner core
So strive on in rest of your life
be sure you're worth the watch
remember who knows who's looking
so live to show no blotch
(Quote:
"One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching."
-Gerard Way)
The peace sign is a symbol universally recognized and venerated;
to some it means sacrificial death, to others gentle love instead...
shouldn't, its creator Gerard Holtom, have drown it with arms up
instead of arms down...didn't the ancient signs influence him a lot?
Whichever is the interpretation of this sign,
we all recognize it as love besides peace;
during the Vietnam War the fanatic hippies
used it to protest the deaths of young men.
From the day of its creation, when angered crowds protested in line,
it has become the icon of an Humanity that wants an end to all wars and turmoil...
then shouldn't it resemble the upward branches of a tree bristling over unspoiled soil,
or a teary, lonely child reaching out for arms to make his face shine?
A woman in scrubs came to the waiting room.
She was wearing a pony tail and tennis shoes.
“GERALD!” she yelled loudly.
No one got up.
An older lady with pink hair and a floppy hat looked at me.
She shrugged.
I smiled, but she could not see it because of the mask.
There is a minute of silence.
Another nurse came out and yelled GERALD!
Several of us looked up and down at each other.
No one moved.
The older lady with the pink hair rolled her eyes.
A few minutes later the pony tailed nurse returned.
GERALD! She hollered.
The pink haired lady asked “Do you mean Gerard?”
Apparently she did.
Gerard was the old guy with the pink haired lady.
Always Prepared
Ready
Freddy
The Untamed
Feral
Ferril
What’s in Frankie’s Pockets?
Frankie’s
hankies
Patriotic Guy
Yankee
Frankie
Of the highest Quality
Fraser’s
razors
Small Eater
Grazer
Frazer
The Warlock
Pagan
Fagin
The Brilliant One
Star Glow
Fargo
Something’s About to Happen to Him
Herald
Gerald
Poet
The bard
Gerard
The Mimic
Parrot
Garret
Who Needs Pudding and Pie
Georgie
Porgie
Good Grief!
Lordy,
Gordy!
Best Things in his Garden
Gerrett’s
carrots
The Stoic
Steely
Greeley
What People Always Say to Him
Really,
Greeley?
The Generous One
Sharin’
Garen
Thrill Seeker
Gnarly
Harley
So Angry
Snarly
Harley
Embittered
Soured
Howard
Not Brave at All
Coward
Howard
What’s in Henny’s pocket
Henny’s
Pennies
The Pest
Vermin
Herman
What Herman Gives Each Sunday
Herman’s
sermons
Why Can’t He Just Stay Home?
Roamer
Homer
Better Than Ice Cream
Sherbet
Herbert
Get Him Band-aids
Howie’s
Owies
Nonsensical
Phooey
Huey
Always Amazed
Wowie
Howie
The Overly Sentimental One
Gooey
Huey
Before I die or kick the bucket.
First I must thank the Great God Almighty.
I have had a very happy and blessed Life.
And He always sent his earthly angels whenever I was in difficulty.
I thank my mom Mildred Morton, teacher Mildred, and my dad Luther Morton.
My brothers Lawson, Everette, Sandopey. My daughters Charming and Icis.
Patrice Ward, Stamma Jeffers of Brick Kiln, Evan Nisbett, Richard Caines, Pastor Leroy Benjamin.
All My fans who gave me support. Former Prime Minister Denzil Douglas. Purcell Ferguson. Clyde Williams.
Calypsonian Nutsey. Musician Tony and Keith Finch in St. Kitts.
Abonatti, Ip Isaac and Crusader-Creighton Pension., Soul Survivors Brass.
Avelyn Browne and Tasha. Evans and Jeanie.
Joycelyn Johnson and Pernny McIntosh in Guyana.
My Ex-wife Dolly Ornette Chirveton Morton.
Lorraine Elliot Browne.
Orklan Hector, former permanet secreatry Edmeade from Old Road.
Hwnry Stugumber Browne, Lawyer. Jeffret Nisbett and Patrice Nisbett.
Father Edgar Blant, Edmund Lawrence. Charles Bussue. Rolston Otto and Ras Kentae-Antigua,
Heather Crighton, Pamela and Sandrine White, Seana Willett. Gloria Chambers and family.
Former Teacher Eunice Willims who used to live in Greenlands.
Teacher Gerard Browne, Melford Ward, Rosalie Andre. Dora Stevens. Desiree and Diane Pemberton of Sprott Street SK. Marcus Hodge. Mrs. Eugene Walwyn. Carmen Brookes. Pepsi Peppa Brown of Pond hill. Banga Hillies Smithen, Patrick Stapleton, Ian Planka Byron, Shopkeeper and Bar Owner Collin of Pond Hill. Hasting Danielm , my friend Juggis, Ray Brantley, Rawlinson Isaac. Kennedy Simmonds, Joseph Parry, Robert Bradshaw, Simeon Daniel. Ms Buchanan from Stpleton SK. Michael Blake. Patrick Welcome. Former Bishop Orland Linsay. Forner Headmistress Jacobs at Basseterre High School St. Kitts. Iona Browne Edgings My favorite teacher ever.
Al Barker of Barker and Kelly.
Omax Gardiner, Guyanese Camella Grant from Westbury Essequibo Coast.
And the many others I forgot to mention. If I forgot you do not have me to kill it was jsut a slip of a man who is 66 and nearing the age of Dimentia.
These people were angels I meet along the way of Life's Journey.
Like the song by Jimmy Davis says, it was good and beneficial just having touched my life with you.
I always like to give big thanks for small mercies.
My Contact- [email protected]
THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Dapper in their pinstripe suits, hats — Delmonico brand.
Sweet Adeline, drawn out. My Adeline — peaks, lingers.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
Choreography matchless with their sugar-cane wands.
One by one they tap and score with lighthearted zingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Bass, lead, baritone and tenor glitz altogether stand,
Impressing the country stage — these polished singers.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
Differences overlooked, blend of ringing chords command.
Friendship in angelic voice, grooming of youthful wingers.*
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Brothers in harmony, gathering precious social sand.
Through time, the dusty chair spins and memories linger.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand —
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
4/25/2018
*wingers - I am using to describe the new set of kids who
practice “wing it”
Sweet Adeline written by Richard Gerard