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Geezer poem

Sonnet for An Old Goat
By GC SMITH

A boat is what a man must have by Gol
to float him out upon the salty brine
where he can fish for fishes with a line
to devour gustily with chilled white wine

Then there’s the racy Targa Porsche
with which to race up hill and then down dale
with tires squealing loudly in the corners
truly a hot rod with a canvas top

With tools and guns and stuff like fishing rods
I will round out my big boy box of toys
you know, I need all of these great toy treats
to recompense myself for dues I’ve paid

Now I have time to become unwired
‘cause from the rat race I have long retired 

BOOM!!!!!!!!!

For Independence Day July 4, 2015 By GC America, America we once were proud of you; you shined a beacon for the world to see, people flocked to you Your light was that of liberty, of opportunity, of embracing disparate peoples; you looked for truth for better ways for all of us to live Oh yeah. there were the warts the stops and starts the imperfections the injustices, but through the years from founding days till recently you always tried to do much better But now, You’re sadly, badly worn, you seem to have lost your way; but I still hope it’s temporary, and will we soon see born a new and better day? Perhaps we will. I hope we do. Do you?

At Zoetrope: The Day the Poetry Died

Requiem  by GC
 It's goodbye  to Sunday poetry  almost as if there's  no more American Pie  no Chevvy  no Levee  we cry  because yesterday  6-21-2015  was the sad day  that Sunday poetry   was to die 
 R.I.P. Sunday Flash Poetry  A Zoetrope Tradition  2001-2015 
 (6-22-15)

Live it!

It's A Hungry Life
By GC

Life can be a rib eye steak,
bloody red and waiting
to be devoured by a
gluttonous world

Life can be a petit four,
pink and white, sugar coated,
ever ready to assuage
a hungry world

Life can be a Hershey kiss,
brightly wrapped in foil,
waiting to be tasted
to be savored

Life can be moonshine whiskey,
distilled through an old auto radiator;
fiery raw and poisonous,
tearing guts, blinding us.

Life can be a jug
of heavy cream
to sooth the wild beasts
who roam our worlds

That's life, the good and the bad of it,
the smooth and the rough of it,
the tranquil and the wild of it;
life, she's a funny old possum

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Lazy Daze

By GC

I should

have

done it

yesterday

but tomorrow

is

an other day

so

here in the

hammock

is where

I'll stay

today