Short Gear Poems
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no doudt be you go out
be aware
that we care
have a rain coat
if your on goat
have all rain wear
its rainey
so have you
RAIN GEAR
Dress
me
O Lord
each new morn
in your attire-
to rescue others from the mire
Inspired by W B Yeats pem entitled 'He wishes for the clothes of heaven'
It is set to take the stage,
We see signs of its coming,
The tillers eagerly await,
Its visit brings life, hope and newness.
March 5, 2022
MARCH IN Poetry Contest
R-ain
O-r
S-hine
E-agerly
M-ake
A-nother
R-un
I-n
E-xcellent
G-ear
A-s
T-he
I-ncoming
L-uck
L-ooks
O-bvious
Topic: Birthday of Rosemarie T. Gatillo (August 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear
RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear
HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet
HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet
WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin
WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win
10th place
slipped and missed a gear
worried and was with much fear
did run over deer
God who is endowed
made much thunder which was loud
coming from a cloud
each thunder instance
was done with much persistence
close or from distance
thunder was abrupt
destroy and is corrupt
upset and disrupt
Jeremy Clarkies underpants, voluminous they’re not
They’re oh so very tiny, but Jerry thinks they’re hot
Though Jeremy appears to be, big and tough and strong
In reality he likes to wear, a silky, lacy, thong
These garments can constrict a bit and often bring a tear
But a little pain is worth it when you know you’re in top gear
At all women was he looking with a leer,
So evident too true and clear
You can this verify from A seer…
Even at women no longer near
And ones their hating eyes could spear
All of them passing off as “His Dear”
Save one he’d reserved “My Deer”
And would eyes into her sear:
A knife neatly slitting a pear;
God’s Seventh Law denying fear:
His sharpest lust The Engaged Gear.
She taught him young how to walk,
But later he chose where to go.
She taught him his vocabulary,
But later he chose what to say.
She sang him a mother’s song,
But later he chose his own lyrics.
She even picked him out a spot in the choir,
But when he was older, he picked out the songs!
Life gives us an atlas and a compass,
But it is we who put our plans and live-in gear.
It's like death but sweeter
It's freezing by the heater
It's narcissism, fanaticism,
And folly on a cake
It's like steel but tougher
I've got acid but no buffer
It's cynicism, pessimism,
And idiocy in a shake
It's like mucus but putrid
It's milk and booze diluted
It's nihilism, optimism,
And ignorance in a pie
It's like sugar but sour
It's drowning in the shower
It's like having happiness and sorrow
Impaled into your eyes