I am popular at holiday time
a gift folks keep on giving
So many varieties and colors of me
stores stock me to make a living
Once cigars were real competition
though today they face fierce opposition
I'm the last-minute gift that hits the spot
My lot's everlasting ~ tied up in my knot
Birthday presents for the grands
Are challenging to find,
Unless you locate something
After which they’ve always pined.
If not, you search online until
Your eye is caught by what
Might be, if you are lucky,
Just the thing that hits the spot.
For my grandchild’s seventh birthday,
What I found for her, in pink,
Was a set of walkie-talkies;
They were ordered in a blink.
Her birthday is tomorrow
But we tried them out today.
They checked off all the boxes
As we put them into play.
Check! For something new and fun.
Check! A breeze to use.
Check! They’re pink and have a light
So they’ll be hard to lose.
It’s very gratifying
When excitement you have earned,
Unlike my husband’s birthday gift,
Which has to be returned.
between the remnants
of the clawed and rips
of the real
from beneath the jagged edges
i glimpse the vastness of the nothing
and oh how it welcomes
with its trumpets of buzz
and numb that hits the spot
POEM "BELIEVE IN WHAT YOUR HEART IS SAYING" by martin gedge
Stay close to what you know
not shy of words nor feelings show
to guide you where you want to go
and test the weight of time
for deep inside this pure of spark
with every pulse and piece in part
to bring of light and shut the dark
I keep my place in line
for hard at seams we're chasing dreams
breaking rules and colored schemes
to fascinate and follow memes
that share a common thread
we have a trend to always bend
but never lie or try to end
what we believe and will defend
the pounding in our head
for train of thought has often got
a double take and trouble shot
of all the hurt that hits the spot
and rules the able brain
we thrust to seek the truth we speak
has sprung into a wiki leak
to spill of tales of tongue and cheek
we soak into the shame
for fake I will not sell my share
for all of those I love with care
from spitting teeth to pulling hair
to keep of what is true
to catch a cold or catch my death
with nothing more and nothing left
I'll beat this heart with every breath
to stop from turning blue...
by martin gedge©
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