Uh, gooda buddy Bubba say,
“Gooday to ya!”
Dat be whatta say,
Dat be whatta say,
“Gooday to ya!
Gooda, gooda day as any,
Gooda, gooday to ya!”
“Amen, I say to you, whoever does not accept
The Kingdom of God
As a little child,
Will not enter into it.”
- Jesus, the Christ
St. Luke 18:17
New Catholic Edition of the Holy Bible, copyright, 1949-1952
And Bubba may just be there
Wearing his royal-blue vest with golden letters
And a nametag that says, “Pearly”
Greeting us children in . . . for the Lord.
I'll make this quick, I'll keep it short, you don't have to read a whole sonnet
Yesterday, I got a nametag sticker... but forgot to write my name on it!! :-O
Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...
Once looked at me wondering am I the one.
Let me spare you some disappointment, I'm a coward.
Hey, not squeamish at the sight of a little blood,
tho' scared I'll be unable to save you again cactus flower.
Sense a phantom pain from a missing limb,
still afraid I'm borin' you to death.
Laptop key tied to you in gentle refrain,
just another heart left out
by an absent-minded tin smith.
Your illusions wistfully missed my cactus flower..
without true love, what a waste our finest hour.
'Til then let nametag be proof that we exist,
a paper illusion called 'Hello, my name is....'
This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.
Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here reviled.
As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat!
Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well.
Are vomit or foe damned?
An idle hero, my name vilified, I ceded a misdeed. Names!
I was as selfless as evil was.
I never reign; I sin. My hate, open as a gate.
Many merit a snide suffusion. Amoral I!
As not to cast filth gilded light,I—a frail, maimed, aidless, every pariah—lived as a devil.
Hair a pyre vessel diadem. I am Liar!
Faith gilded light lifts a cotton sail aroma.
No, I suffused in satire my nametag, "A Sane Poet".
A hymn I sing. I err.
Even I saw lives as selfless as a wise man.
Deeds I made decide if I live.
Many more held in a den made of rot.
I'm overall, ew, leper flesh to die.
No law, oh, I saw dastard hope eke by.
Amid losses I rise.
Yes! Sent, I was a deliverer, eh.
Evil as I was I live.
I'm a deity tin unit, a sides reverse muser.
Written 8.8.16
Our waitress appeared at our table
But really, we weren’t quite able
To settle if she
Could instead be a he
‘Cause some people resist such a label.
Her build was both muscled and strong
And looked like it didn’t belong
On a female, but hey,
With the lifestyles today
Our assumptions might simply be wrong.
Her nametag said Jack, but we knew
That it wasn’t enough of a clue
And her head was part shaved
But on top she had saved
Just enough so a bun was on view.
She was friendly and had a great smile
Though I wondered, through lunch, all the while
If she realized or cared
That when some people stared
They were questioning more than her style.
What are my pronoun options?
The conference goer asked
He, she, it, they – anything you want – make one up even - the friendly greeter declared!
The conference goer asked the greeter if 'he' should really be an option as a pronoun choice
You know, with the issue of the generic 'he' that we all suffer
The greeter was confused and stunned with what was thought to be backlash from the conference goer
A security guard was called and the goer tried to explain the rationale for the statement
You know, that we hear and use 'he' so much that it actually impacts equality in our society
The security guard would hear none of it
This conference is over for you - the security guard shouted!
He or she or they handcuffed the goer and put he or she or they -- or you can make one up
In the squad car
Why are you here?
This place is much too small
For someone with a pocket as deep as yours.
Why did you come?
You have been showing disrespect
Since you walked in the door
With the cameras and reporters
Following close behind.
You say you are here to help
Yet you worry about breaking a nail
Or getting a drop of food on your outfit.
What did you expect?
I handed you a rag
And you took it with confusion.
You came in a lavish dress
As if this were a dinner party.
Who did you come to see?
Although you stand here speaking to me,
Only knowing my name from my nametag,
You are thinking of yourself.
Where did you come from?
You are not native to this part of town;
I can tell by your elegant shoes.
Our people are dressed in rags;
You are dressed in riches.
When will you leave?
You are not welcome here
You are just another spectator.
Please Leave.
Palindrome Quirks
Gateman, has thou seen my nametag
Tips he replied or else upon thy boot I shall spit
Evil doer! Can I not but endure this shame to live
Was it thy dog upon yonder grass I saw?
Rats! Rover has been seen by the clear night’s star
God! Why did I ever get a dog?
Swap thy canine for a bird with no paws
Reviled unto myself I must now deliver
Repaid in full by this dirty diaper
Lived, thou has not until thou hast smelled the devil
Pots with gangly growth have but stop
Spot has urinated upon its tops
Smart would it be for it to leave upon the trams
Warts his master has from the pissed on straw
Adaven, now a ghost town located in Nevada
Stressed were the miners when Millie severed no desserts
By Mark A. Goodson
Semordnilap Palindrome’s:
Gateman/nametag
Tips/spit
Evil/live
Was/saw
Rats/star
God/dog
Swap/paws
Reviled/deliver
Repaid/diaper
Lived/devil
Pots/stop
Smart/trams
Warts/straw
Adaven/Nevada
Stressed/ desserts
As I stand
Contemplating the threshold
Hopeless nobles
Pouring superficial sorrows
Parked in seven black chairs
Legs Tied
With Zip-Ties
I observe
Dark shallow depths
A mountain of endless
Contaminated tissue
Extruding over the brim of trash
Conquering wounds
As I
Take my leap of faith
Stepping forward with
My nametag
Hello, my name is Love
I Am an addict
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