Geronimo's Poem Corner

[geronimo]

If any of you guys are into poetry, post them here ...... here's one to get the ball rolling .....

 

A life

 

It starts with a whisper

In her little ear

It’ll be alright

There’s nothing to fear

 

Nine months later

Look at her girth

She’s hours away

From giving birth

 

A boy or a girl

It doesn’t really matter

As tiny feet

Get ready to patter

 

Children are strange

Their habits are funny

Peeing and pooing

And asking for money

 

They have to be fed

Cleaned and dressed

Shirts tucked in

Trousers neatly pressed

 

Now it begins

Forget the pretense

You’d better get ready

For loads of expense

 

Daipers and towels

Powders and lotions

Creams and wipes

And midwife’s potions

 

A slap on the botty

A big gulp of air

The first scream of many

And smellies to share 

 

 

The first months are easy

Not much to do

Keep putting the milk in

And mopping up the poo

 

Then it gets harder

For some but not all

As the little infant

Learns how to crawl

 

Moving around

Makes it so much fun

Imagine the damage

When he learns how to run

 

The twos and threes

Are said to be trying

Teeth start appearing

And so does the crying 

 

 

The first day at school

The crying comes back

Soon sort that out

With a bloody big smack

 

You will go to school

And you’ll learn to be good

Now eat up your veg

Is that understood?

 

The teens are a tough one

Hormones are abound

Spots come out

When no one’s around

 

With the opposite sex

We soon become obsessed

Look there’s a girl

Let’s help her undress! 

 

 

Then it’s college or Uni

And that should be great

Drinking and partying

And getting up late

 

And so it goes on

Four years of enjoyment

Then comes the time

To look for employment

 

The work grind begins

To give you a notion

Ten years of this

And you’re up for promotion

 

So you struggle and cope

For thirty five years

Dulling the pain

With whisky and beers 

 

 

Until comes that day

That gets your attention

It’s time to collect

Your old age pension

 

Now there’s nothing to do

But wash your old socks

Until finally

You’re laid in your box!

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

Here's another ....

 

Mother nature and Man

 

Mother nature is awesome

she keeps things in line

the delicate chain

has always been fine

 

Things went well

for millions of years

then along came man

and mother nature's tears

 

for man was a learner

knowledge he craved

the more he got

the worse he behaved

 

he lusted her treasures

minerals and gold

now he rapes her

man is that bold

 

The time is approaching

when resources will dry

Mother will be angry

man will soon cry

 

For mother is power

heartless too

if you mess up the balance

she will remove you

 

the problem you see

is rather compounding

all of our knowledge

is really astounding

 

what would take

a month or a week

is now finished

before we can speak

 

raising forests

sucking up the ore

bleeding the oil

down to the core

 

mother is clever

but we are too fast

she can never repair

what we did in the past

 

so then comes my question,

what can we do?

Not a great deal

neither me nor you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

One for the negative thinkers ....

 

The glass

 

Life is hell,

I hear you think ….

your mind is clearly

on the brink

 

of a meltdown it seems,

weighed down with woe

and here's the thing

it need not be so!

 

Your perspective is wrong,

shift it a bit

then you can see

above all the <deleted>

 

Life can be good,

if you see it that way

or it can be bad,

whatever you say

 

The way that we see,

the position we hold,

dictates our view

and dare I be bold?

 

If one sees only good,

that might sound absurd,

the craziest thing

that's ever been heard

 

then good must come back

surely it must.

Sceptical?

Give it some trust

 

and then you will see

how life can be nice

stop mulling over

the terrible price

 

that you think must be paid

for happiness won

The fact is, it's easy

as good as done!

 

if we train our minds,

to seek out the plus

it will always find,

the good thing for us

 

The moment is all

of that I am sure

pass it nicely

and you have a cure

 

For half glass empty

isn't the thing

that we want our thoughts

to randomly bring

 

I do not exist

my mind isn't real

so how can I think

How can I feel?

 

A question to ponder,

something to chew

If I am not me,

then you are not you!

 

Is there an answer?

What can be said?

It's easy my friend,

it's all in the head!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

The New World Order ....

 

Governments 

 

They are duly elected

By the people of the nation

They promise everything

Except inflation

 

Vote for me

And your troubles will be forgotten

The outside looks so nice

But the core is rotten!

 

A politician’s lot

Is a cushy one

Running up expenses

Till all the funds are done

 

I have a manifesto

I’d like you all to see

It’s really quite simple

Everything is free!

 

But could it be that easy

To make everyone so happy

Put your cross in my box

There’s a good chappie!

 

They promise you the earth

When elections come around

But when there’s a problem

They’re nowhere to be found!

 

Capitalism rules

So they’d have you believe

It’d probably work

If they didn’t all thieve

 

The Tories or Labour

It really doesn’t matter

The poor get poorer

And the rich get fatter

 

 

It’s all about control

Take away the border

We’re moving towards

A New World Order

 

Terrorists terrorise

Hoping to go to heaven

It’s strange I think

They weren’t at Nine eleven

 

Bad guys with cutters

Or so we’re told

Caused the twin towers

To literally fold!

 

I find it amazing

That most believe it’s true

The lies that were told

By George W

 

 

 

The US sheep are proud

They are defenders of the free

The leaders of these folks

Should be hung from a tree!

 

The <deleted> that we’re fed

By their propagandist geeks

Was nicely revealed

By good old Wikileaks

 

So if you want the truth

About what’s going down

Open your eyes

The next time you’re in town

 

The cops are not about

And what does that prove?

It shows that the cameras

Have got your every move!

 

 

 

Face recognition

And retina scans

Are all just a part

Of their evil little plans!

 

They’re killing us slowly

And if you wonder why

Look up for a moment

At the chemtrails in the sky

 

Why would they do that?

I hear you mention

Well one reason is

They want your old age pension

 

If you die early

After years of paying in

The fat cats are happy

Cos it’s win win win!

 

 

 

How can we stop it?

Is it too late?

For the answer to that one

You’ll just have to wait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

We all have to deal with getting old ....

 

 

Getting old

 

A serious thing,

in a serious way

your body is in

a state of decay

 

You cannot escape

the ultimate end

as something breaks down

that you cannot mend

 

Eyes become glassy,

things are a blur

it might be a him,

or it could be a her

 

Our hearing will lessen,

we struggle to cope

Careful in the bathroom,

don't slip on the soap

 

For what was once grand,

a body so lean

is now attached

to a breathing machine

 

But when we look back

our life seems so short

time passes us by

quicker than it ought

 

let's not ponder on the past

or what lays ahead

let's enjoy the moment

a wise man once said

 

so grow old with grace

and laugh like a clown

happiness bounds

you'll never be down

 

our faculties waver

our spine starts to shrink

at least we are able

to have a good drink

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

And another ....

 

The creature that learns

 

Life started here

from sunlight and sea

it slowly evolved

into what we can see

 

evolution took hold

and species flourished

as nature provided

all that they nourished

 

Science has told us

that we are all linked

some have survived

while others extinct

 

The creatures changed

in time with their world

all was quite hectic

as new life unfurled

 

Then came the ape

our ancestral friend

from these primates

did humans descend

 

Our brain was ready

we searched and we learned

we began our quest

leaving no stone unturned

 

Then we discovered

the Earth wasn't square

Then came machines

enter despair

 

for what had always been

a harmonious place

was now being pillaged

by the human race

 

Then came space

and then pretty soon

Neil and his buddies

stood on the moon

 

Now we are looking

further afield

Quantum physics

a magnetic shield

 

We can now search the universe

with infra red beams

We've already learned

it's not what it seems

 

The universe is expanding

of this we are sure

bigger and bigger

much becomes more

 

Next it will be

a great permeator

when science proves

there is no creator

 

Alien life

is out there we know

it won't be too long

then we'll have a show

 

And then comes the time

ourselves, we outlearn

we punished the planet

now it's her turn

 

to redress the balance

to cut out the part

the creature that learns

who isn't so smart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Andrew Dwyer]

POTY memories 

Well !, who would have thunk it .

Old G is a bard !

Not as we thought 

A huge sack of lard !

 

His poems are amazing

Make us smile ear to ear
Accompanied by coffee 

Or wine or cold beer !

POTY voters were doubtful 

His words took a hike

Breasts and moviestars

Were all they would like !

 

Even his steed
Likes the words of old G
As he stands on the hillside 

Tied to his tree

 

Now POTY is over

What will keep G busy

A new thread of poems 

To send us all dizzy

 

Some poems are beautiful 

Yet they drive us insane

Maybe one more

Entitled “ lovely Jane “

 

 

To be continued !!

[geronimo]

Just now, Andrew Dwyer said:

POTY memories 

Well !, who would have thunk it .

Old G is a bard !

Not as we thought 

A huge sack of lard !

 

His poems are amazing

Make us smile ear to ear
Accompanied by coffee 

Or wine or cold beer !

POTY voters were doubtful 

His words took a hike

Breasts and moviestars

Were all they would like !

 

Even his steed
Likes the words of old G
As he stands on the hillside 

Tied to his tree

 

Now POTY is over

What will keep G busy

A new thread of poems 

To send us all dizzy

 

Some poems are beautiful 

Yet they drive us insane

Maybe one more

Entitled “ lovely Jane “

 

 

To be continued !!

Seems I'm not alone ... Nice one Sir!!!

[cornishcarlos]

This is more fun...

I have a few but saved as PDFs, so will put them up as soon as I have time ????

[geronimo]

This one's for Ivor Bigun ......

 

The meaning of life

 

The question has been asked

Since time began

Why are we here?

Are we part of a plan?

 

God and religion

We’re forced to believe

But for me personally

It’s impossible to conceive

 

That out there in the emptiness

Is a Deity keeping score

On all our simple actions

Rich or poor

 

Christians and Hindus

Muslims and Jews

So many different options

How do we choose?

 

Well Mum and Dad both tell us

That their way is right

God will save your soul

Regardless of your plight

 

A veil on your face

A turban on your head

If you don’t believe what I do

You’ll all end up dead!

 

The Bible and The Koran

Tell us to be kind

Don’t steal from your neighbor

And watch your behind!

 

Those who think they know

Will try to change your mind

Pray to MY God

While you still have time

 

 

 

Fear is the sales pitch

And we all know so well

That if you are a bad one

You’ll burn in hell!

 

Ghosts and demons

Things that suck your blood

Movement in the shadows

An echo with a thud

 

Seeing is believing

Or so they say

As far as I’m concerned

There is no other way

 

So the eternal question

Is thrown at you

And the answer my friend

Is forty two!

[Andrew Dwyer]

Here’s one for..............
 

She was so lovely 

A sight to behold 

A warmth in the darkness 

On nights oh so cold

 

Her face in my memory 

Over many of years 

Left me with sadness 

Sometimes with tears 

 

I loved her in silence

Afraid even to speak

My feelings, my emotions 

She made me feel weak
 

My passion was strong 

Oh let me be bold

Tell her of my feelings 

At age 10 years old

 

Time has now passed us

A long time indeed 

Now would be foolish 

To tell her of my need

 

Back then i was handsome 

Young , healthy and bold

But now i am tired
And certainly too old

 

Maybe she kept

Her features so fair

Her skin so soft

And her long silky hair 

 

But maybe like me

As always life’s plan

Her looks have diminished 

Now she is a gran
 

Maybe she’s gone 

To the heavens above 

Gone never knowing 

The strength of my love

 

Although it is over

My feelings remain

You gave me some hope

My darling sweet Jane

 

 

 

 

 

[geronimo]

4 minutes ago, Andrew Dwyer said:

Here’s one for..............
 

She was so lovely 

A sight to behold 

A warmth in the darkness 

On nights oh so cold

 

Her face in my memory 

Over many of years 

Left me with sadness 

Sometimes with tears 

 

I loved her in silence

Afraid even to speak

My feelings, my emotions 

She made me feel weak
 

My passion was strong 

Oh let me be bold

Tell her of my feelings 

At age 10 years old

 

Time has now passed us

A long time indeed 

Now would be foolish 

To tell her of my need

 

Back then i was handsome 

Young , healthy and bold

But now i am tired
And certainly too old

 

Maybe she kept

Her features so fair

Her skin so soft

And her long silky hair 

 

But maybe like me

As always life’s plan

Her looks have diminished 

Now she is a gran
 

Maybe she’s gone 

To the heavens above 

Gone never knowing 

The strength of my love

 

Although it is over

My feelings remain

You gave me some hope

My darling sweet Jane

 

 

 

 

 

You married her in a parallel universe and had 12 kids .....

[geronimo]

One for the pacifists (myself included) .....

 

War  

 

It’s been around

Since time began

Tribe against tribe

Clan versus clan

 

There seems to be

An inherent need

To steal and covet

Another one’s feed

 

Weapons of war

Have changed with means

From sticks and stones

To M -16’s

 

Rockets and missiles

Guided with care

Oh woe is you

If you’re in the crosshair

 

War is so final

So brutal and loud

The victors stand tall

Valiant and proud

 

Medals for valour

Pinned to their chest

It adds to the weight

Of the bullet proof vest

 

War can be local

A skirmish, A probe

Or a massive encounter

That covers the globe

 

A soldier’s lot

Is fraught with danger

Bullets whizz by

While you kill a stranger

 

 

 

The enemy is one

That must die at all cost

It doesn’t matter

How many lives are lost

 

For we are all expendable

For the overall cause

Oh when will we learn

To stop all the wars

 

A captain shouts “Over”

Above the stench

As hundreds emerge

From the front line trench

 

The brave lads advance

With bayonets fixed

And fight with the enemy

Their blood intermixed

 

 

 

Could it be possible?

That we stop all this madness

And replace with joy

The inherent sadness

 

Of brave young men

Cut down in their prime

With so much to live for

Gone before their time

 

We’ve made some progress

With diplomatic relations

The world’s police

The United Nations

 

Will intervene

And stop the slaughter

And maybe they’ll save

A son or a daughter

 

 

 

Politicians are involved

I’m sorry to say

Without their input

We’d be well on our way

 

To a peaceful world

With no more killing

That leaves our soldiers

Only practice and drilling

 

Will I ever see

This day come along

I very much doubt it

But I hope I’m wrong

[geronimo]

Waiting ......

 

Waiting

 

Waiting is a part of our lives

 

You wait for the bus,

And then there’s the post

Wait a few more seconds

And up pops your toast.

 

We wait for a chance

A moment to seize

It passes us by

With the greatest of ease

 

We wait for our wives

For how long? God knows

While she paints her eyelashes

And powders her nose

 

We wait at the red light

With amber in mind

The light turns to green

And you’re hit from behind!

 

Fishing is different

Waiting is nice

Relaxing surroundings

And beer with ice.

 

We wait for a bite

Lines cast and mapped

Then comes a screech

And your line’s been snapped!

 

Waiting for payday

For cash to be given

You work your nuts off

But still you are driven

 

By the incessant demands

Of a greedy boss

Something he gains

Will surely be your loss!

 

 

Waiting for love

Don’t move with such haste

The chances are

It’ll all be a waste!

 

We wait for a fortune

To drop in our lap

Doing the numbers

To escape the rat trap

 

We wait for our children

To grow up and flourish

You pay for their keep

Their bodies you nourish

 

And when they grow up

With degrees and white collars

They’ll duly repay you

With millions of dollars!

 

 

 

Waiting for grandkids

How lovely they are

They smash up your Hi Fi

And throw up in your car

 

Waiting for retirement

The end is in sight

Twiddling your thumbs

Will be your plight

 

What else can we wait for?

I hear you cry

Well how about this ….

You’re waiting to die!!

 

[geronimo]

We all have this in common ....

 

The opposite sex

 

The female form is a wonder to me

Fluttering eyelashes and made up faces

Curves and bumps

In all the right places

 

They like to say No

When they really mean yes

What are they thinking?

That’s anyone’s guess

 

They tell you that you can’t

When they really mean you can

If you listened to them

You wouldn’t be a man

 

Ladies are lovely

Girls are great

Females are fantastic

Well worth the wait

 

They love to go shopping

And buy lots of things

Clothing and bracelets

And diamond rings

 

Shampoos and lotions

To make them all smell good

And if that doesn’t work

It bloody well should!

 

A ring will make her squeal

A shiny little stone

And if it’s a few carats

You’re guaranteed a moan!

 

Females can be funny

Angry and tense

But they all have a common factor

They make no sense!

[geronimo]

Work ..... a distant memory for some ...

 

Work

 

We all have to do it

Work for a living

Finding the money

Is not so forgiving

 

Study and learn

You’ll have no fear

Getting good grades

Means a decent career

 

Some of us like it

We work from the heart

Others just hate it

It tears them apart

 

We clock in every morning

Clock out again at night

Doing our job

Getting it right

 

And if you feel

Your job is no good

Then change it forthwith

You know that you should

 

The boss is an ogre

He shouts and he bawls

Open the door

Answer the calls

 

Nobody likes him

He’s on the attack

If he catches you loafing

He’ll give you the sack

 

Friday is heaven

Monday is hell

Saturday is great

Sunday as well

 

Until at last the salary comes

Time to spend

Spending and spending

Does it never end?

 

Then it is,

With some apprehension

That you finally receive

your old age pension.