Short Geoffrey Poems

A plumber called Geoffrey Golightly
Enjoyed making love almost nightly
But he got such a clout
When his wife caught him out
Now he’s holding his toolbox quite tightly...

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EPITAPH - A LETHAL WIND

Here lies George, the sad deceased

Victim of flatulence released

The result: he would expire

Stood before an open fire


Geoffrey Brewer
15 Sept 2018...

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A LIFE CYCLE

Ejected
Dislocated
Passive
Activated
investigative
Never stop
Driven 
T’ward the top
Content
Paternal
Fulfilment
Feel eternal
Perceive mortality
Free
Just a memory


Geoffrey Brewer
September 2018...

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Your yen two wol slee me sodenly

Surrounded by warm sand
Black pools deep as the
Cold in your face

Your hand
With emollient grace
Will cut the wire

Carved then polished
Hair that twists as
In a Spring flood

Your two eyes will slay me suddenly...

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The Window

Was it yesterday that I ate egg on toast?

That man across the road has a new car, a red one.
I don’t think anyone rang this morning.
Oh yes, I remember now, they did, it was Geoffrey.

Is it Monday?	
No, it can’t be, Geoffrey comes on Monday.
Oh that’s right, he can’t come this week.

I’m hungry.
I think I will make some egg on toast....

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                    Adore my goldfish 
                    Swimming happily so sweet
                    Wavy gorgeous fins
                    Two intent amorous eyes 
                    My aquatic treat

         



                          May 22, 2020
                              9am PST

                          Poem # 1287


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Geoffrey Keaton, 32, and Andrew O’Dwyer, 36, both died when their fire truck overturned in the NSW fires.

Rest In Peace Australian heroes.

Vale to the Firefighters 

Do you think there is a special place in heaven 
For people who pass as heroes
Their names are written with pride
And should not be forgotten

Let their families find their peace 
Knowing that they will be looked after
From a grateful nation 
Holding them close to their hearts.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Most Jewish people name their kids
For someone who’s deceased,
Or if they don’t, their first initial 
Might be used, at least.

My father, George, was born today
In 1924,
Though when my son was born
He wasn’t with us anymore.

So Geoffrey, spelled the English way,
As tribute to my dad,
Is here with me today, a date
That’s always somewhat sad.

Of course, my father’s on my mind 
But life makes its demands 
And George would be delighted by
Both Geoffrey and the grands....

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