Long Gerry Poems

A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an Irish nation half-wrenched from a bloodied and wearied empire
 ...

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We all think that when we were young 
The sun shone for 23 hours a day
Not altogether true
But it seems that way in hindsight
But things always look better looking back
They were more innocent times
More naïve...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY GERRY JONES (Houston Rockets and Houston Texans),
THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS, VICKIE VILLEGAS, JOHN R. BADHAM (Fordham),
(Assisted by Samuel R. Vargas)

Remembering ALWAYS THE TRUE GENIUS OF APPLE COMPUTER...
THE MEN,
THE WOMEN,
OF...

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Gerry Coombes and April Showers have their families in a spin,
being ninety-two and eighty-nine; planned their new life to begin.
They’ve announced they’re getting married before they get too old,
and of course there is resistance, but...

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So often it's the little things that stick like glue to our memory. Sometimes, it's a treasured moment simply verifying the logistics. Such 60-second dialogues will sink to the back of our memory and sit...

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The 
familiar 
sound 
of 
gunshots 
rings 
out 
in 
the 
dead 
of 
night,as 
a 
sniper 
takes 
position 
in 
the 
bushes 
outta 
sight,
Past 
my 
front 
door 
I 
hear 
the 
sound 
of 
many 
marching 
feet,as 
II 
Para 
make...

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of things d\found the scope
peace has existed with hope
even if a dope


did a bin blooper
had become a storm trooper
real super duper

together did click
with such a good looking chick
who of crop was pick

while wearing muzzle
put together...

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My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner

Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o'...

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Like Moses fleeing Egypt 
and finding refuge in Midian
I was a stranger in a strange land.
Having fled Chicago in ‘84
I journeyed east to the
unpromised land of Detroit.

8 Mile Road.
“I'm a man
I'm a make a new...

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I broke my ankle badly yesterday in a fall.
I had no intention of going back to work at all.
A friend offered her holiday house for me stay.
I accepted immediately as I needed to get away.

I...

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•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on...

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You can smell jazz, if you got hip to the sound, like on   “Camera Three” a  TV program in the 50s/ a 1956 episode featuring The Gerry Mulligan Quartet in black -N-...

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There was talk about the nuclear bomb
There was a war going on in Vietnam
It was on the news, the drummers were drumming
Look out America, the British are coming

We couldn't wait to turn our radios on
To...

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It was on one Tuesday arvo shopping at the hardware store,
When I noticed Vicar Prendegast come walking through the door,
He walked up to the counter with a strained look on his face,
I could see that...

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The familiar sound of gunshots 
rings out in the dead of night,
As a sniper takes position in the 
bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the 
sound of many marching feet,
As 2 Para...

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When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls 
And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls”
The sound of wood splintering leaves kids with hunches
That once again Daddy ain’t pulling his...

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The familiar sound of gunshots rings out in the dead of night,as a sniper takes position in the bushes out of sight,
Past my front door I hear the sound of many marching feet,as II Para...

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My supervisor ambled by one day 
To tell me he was adding one more to my load:
A juvie no other counselor could reach.
What could I say?

Gerry was a worldly-wise fifteen, 
A self-assured, well-spoken lad
Whose attitude...

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(Snaps fingers, adjusts imaginary beret) Alright, listen up/ hitching a ride on the infinite subway/ strapped in tight/ destinations unknown/ no layover/LSD boosting, pushing past the earthly zone/
unlocking doors to realms yet to be shown/...

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Pray silence for the presentation of our guests!

Representing Age UK, Sir Gerry Hatrick

The Right Honourable Rhoda Bull, her brother, Eddie Bull and their mother, Lady Biddy Bull

From the French Embassy, Norman Dee

Represent the banking sector,...

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Gerry Gigabyte, a robotic delight,
sat on a lab roof in morning’s light,
calculating earth’s current position;
amid the stars found a new addition.

His neuro-radar swiftly did detect,
upon it tiny moving carbon-based specks,
life forms that were humanoids,
he was...

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He demands a unilateral appointment with all of us and more often than not,                     ...

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A Flock of Seagulls, singing, wishing ( If I Had A Photograph Of You )
Blondie, reply with "Union City Blue"

City Boy, ringing 5.7.0.5.
Deep Purple, rocking with "Smoke On The Water Live"

Eagles, living " Life In...

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Dropping a few coins in the glossy nickel slot
They hung out together at a small-town cafe
Listening to popular songs on a flashy jukebox
Savoring salty fries and cheap greasy burgers
Facing a quaint, run-down house she adored.

Steps...

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