Short Gal Poems
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I once had a friend named Sally
Who loved the Fresno Valley.
Her desire to travel
Soon did unravel
A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley.
There once was a gal from Jebruit
Whom I heard knew how to mend fruit
I gave her a lemon
That she started hemmin’
But got it back in a lime suit
There once was a gal named Trudy,
who was extremely snooty.
Walking head up, nose in air,
she didn't have a care,
till she tripped and fell on her booty.
9/15/16
There once was a gal named Georgina
About sex with a boy, had no idea
Thought sleeping with Jim
Meant innocent kibbutzin'
Till he accidentally touched her tortilla
There once was a gal named Georgina
About sex with a boy, had no idea
Thought sleeping with Jim
Meant innocent kibbutzin'
Till he accidentally touched her tortilla
I once met a girl in Aberdeen
Sweetest little gal I ever seen
Her face was fair,
Had auburn hair
Her reputation was squeaky clean.
written January 3, 2022
I met a young lady in Hoboken
Actually, her good leg was broken
She used her cane,
Mileage to gain
Went by bus with a Hoboken token.
written December 28, 2021
I met a gal,
in Kalamazoo.
I tried to show her,
my heart could be true.
That other women eventually,
would just make me blue.
She has always been,
and continues to,
be my last great romance.
S-cribe
H-as
I-mplemented
R-apturous
L-ine
E-rasing
Y-our
L-oneliness
U-nder
M-use
A-bout
N-ame
O-f
G-al
Topic: Birthday of Shirley A. Lumanog (July 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My guy turns to stare
at a gal like me -
slim with long brown hair
Why might he obsess?
It has to be the
sexy cute red dress!
March 28, 2021
For Joseph May's Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
(Picture #3)
Once was a gal by the name of Katrina
She acted superior like a Russian tsarina
Her nose in the air
Walked with a flare
Till one day she got served with a subpoena
(HUH!)
© Jack Ellison 2015
I’m told of a gal in faraway Brisbane
Whose abilities could drive a man insane
She had a special gift
While giving him a lift
Few thought her tricks were completely inhumane
Written October 19, 2022
Who’s pony tail
May not be straight
Her name is poetry writer
She is the coolest of the cool
Even though she adorkable
Her poetry is outstanding
And speaks for itself
She’s one hip cat
& a prayer warrior
That has conviction, faith
Yes I have a gal at home and
she is every thing to me.
She is the stars during my dark
nights, and waves atop my sea.
Her hair as blond as summer
hay,her eyes as blue as the
sky.
Fair skin and rose lips and legs
as long as mine.
".... it took a tempt..."
and the attempt was clear
There is a pyramid
Who appeared amid
My ear
"... the quiet tap tapping..."
from my board should be read...
five points
eight lines
five sides
in kind;
"... you have my Word..."
My gal from Pamunkey,
has decided to leave.
Cause I have funky undies,
like bad stinky cheese.
She doesn't think it's funny,
that I'm attracting bees.
Your butt get's pretty itchy,
if you use Limburger cheese.
Man, I gotta wash my jazz,
As Soon as, I'm free.
Such a round cute torso fin on curly haired mermaid gal named Lee
The other mermaids said wow! I wish I was Rubenesque like she
Lee can swish her tail and stir up bubbles from the bottom of the sea.
She heard them and giggled with happiness, feeling loved and free.
Met a gal
Behind wall
Full of lust
Told you're best
Tried to kiss
But I miss
Teeth broken
Was shaken
Then She glared
I Got scared
Police saw
Hit at jaw
All teeth fell
Where I fell
Now Look old
Got a scold
Am now scarred
Roaming barred
Dream was bad
Made me sad
Cowboy Jay entered the saloon today
Found a fine gal named Fanny May
Said wife did not get him
So he came in on a whim
Fanny said let’s go upstairs and play.
Jay’s wife came in at a quarter ‘til three.
Bartender said get! She shot up his knee.
Fanny hid under the bed
Cowboy Jay is now dead
Sheriff said “Let’s let that little gal be.”
The high-class Prostitute life
Her life full of secrets and lies
Untruths and betrayals are rife
But this life she vehemently denies
Her daughter, left to fend for herself
No choice but to grow up quick
Her needs shoved to the back of a shelf
Forgotten as the dust layers grow thick.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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213.
Gal-om kg Kadudulman
Ang maitom nga gal-om
Amat-amat naga-abot
Ang kalangitan sa hinali nagadulom
Ako gintawag ni nanay
Kg ginsugo nga maguwa
Agud pamul-on ang mga hinalay
Dali nalang kg maga-abot na
Gani ako nagdasig-dasig
Kay basi ang mamala don mabasa pa.
-06/21/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Stormy Morning Poems Collection
My lady the time is drawing near,
Soon the answers to all your questions to my absence will be made clear.
No, I truly did not want to go,
It wasn't my choice this I have to let you know.
I always held in my mind that sweet memory,
Of the mountain man and the gal from the city.
And so my lady I ask you to please wait patiently,
I will return to you my gal from the city.
Galileo's Line
__________________
Sunset alignment
Ceres
Uranus
Mercury
Earth
Venus
Uranus
Mars
Earth
Neptune
Uranus
Pluto
Earth
Titan
Uranus
Ganymede
Saturn
Asteroid Belt
Moon
Planets
Moon
Comet
Uranus
"Of the eclipse he said
the iimproaching moon
shall be swallowed by the
Sun!"
The first of the 280 day cycle!
Not again until 2040.
You plan a day and never know
Exactly how that day will go
For glitches happen, even though
You’ve tried your very best.
Yet when all aspects seem to flow
And happy moments start to grow,
Your spirits soar and make you glow,
In every way expressed.
A view more lovely than Van Gogh
And non-stop wishes all bestow
On me, the birthday gal, a show
Of joy that’s unsuppressed.
2 April 2021
One Saturday morning
I was driving my car,
Going somewhere too far,
Finding for the meaning
Of my very own being,
Looking self from afar.
Then, later, a girl came,
A stanger as I thought,
Yet heart of mine was caught.
She was calling my name,
Like a coach in my game,
A direction she taught.
Yet I went nearer,
She smiled to disappear.
HexSonnetta
Emile Pinet