Short Geoffrey Poems
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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
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
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
Form:
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
GEOFF: A Whet Pirouette Poem
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furry, spry squirrel, Geoff
Chaucer he doth channel
"Come and 'whet thine whistle'."
"Poof! abracadabra!"
Really?
Now Georgie,
you're silly!
be smiley,
beguilely!
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.
Adore my goldfish
Swimming happily so sweet
Wavy gorgeous fins
Two intent amorous eyes
My aquatic treat
May 22, 2020
9am PST
Poem # 1287
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
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.