"geoff" poems
DURING THIS VISIT
I am a layman laid up
with a very dodgy ankle
that winced about Paris
for almost a week with
every footaghhhhhhhfall.
Now it's the A&E;
for me.
The electronic noticeboard
flashes up its what nots
faster than I
can scan.
I barely catch CQC
Good( shadow )Rating.
Two wheelchairs
(peopleless)
chat about the this of that
typical wheelchair chit-chat.
A portable X-ray machine
pretends to be a giraffe.
"oooooOOOOK...we are going to get
Geoff the Giraffe to have a look at that!"
The child smiles
through the pain.
The screen peppers me
with possibilities.
Extremely likely?
Neither Likely nor Unlikely?
Etc., etc., etc.
My mind opts for
a simple I Don't Know.
"Breast." says the screen."
"Max Fax & Orthodontics."
"Re-hab shouldn't be boring!"
A questionnaire asks me
to think.
Big mistake.
I start to think.
Pain & Boredom
turns these hospitalised facts
( what ever they mean? )
into a something only
my brain can understand.
"And now, straight in at No.!
with a fantastic new single it's...
...Max Fax & The Orthodontics
with the glorious bouncy
BREAST!"
"MORTALITY by
The Upper Quartile
falls down one place to
No. 2!"
My shadow is feeling
very poorly at this
instant
in time.
Hasn't even bothered
to turn up.
There goes my good
(shadow)rating.
I think I'll switch
to silhouette instead.
I practice my Ogham.
SAT 4 APRIL
says the clock.
It's hands joined
together in prayer.
I switch
off my mind &
float
down
stream.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
You dont care.
Choosing to laugh.
Everyday you go online and make fun of me.
HTML code replaced your love.
I nurture you back to health.
But you ignored me in favor for a racist group of runners.
You can add up your solutions and find only one.
By its very definition Alcohol is a solution in chemistry.
I am not though GEOFF has never been a solution.
But Alcohol and Hydrogen-Thulium-Iodine(HTML) is
Maybe if you tore apart my elements like you tore apart my heart then Geoff would become a solution.
Love Geranium-Oxygen-Fluerian-Fluerian (Geoff)
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
at the fete du bons vieux temps - Cahokia, Illinois
White clouds of rosin dust
Flew off Geoff's fiddle strings
As his earth dance
Soared above the pulsing
Of friends on bass and guitar.
Tuniced men bowed
To their bonneted ladies
Bedecked in colonial frocks.
In turn each pair sashayed
Down and up the line,
Whirled and laced their way
Through outstretched hands
Of family, friends and neighbors
Shaping an arch at line's end
For all the rest to pass beneath.
All across our country's timescape
Countless bridal pairs
Have sealed their sacraments
Spinning in the whirlwind
Of the Virginia Reel -
With each interclasping of arms
A blessing upon their unions.
Geoff lifted his bow from the strings,
And bowed with his band to receive
The applause rippling the air
Like the patter of ancestral rain
Nourishing the sweet soil
Of our common earthly essence.
February, 2007
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
All the edits finished
All the audio in time
Geoff and Garry worked hard
To get the podcast up on line
topics from the serious
To topics quite delirious
full of energy
even one on me
A pair of pop culture pundits
Spewing whatever comes to mind
It's a great bit of entertainment
It might just expand your mind
Take the time to listen now
They may even have a row
You never know
So start the show
The Pendulum Podcast
Is the show of which I speak
They both put it together
They try to put one out
Most every week
It reaches to the geek in us
sometimes you'll need an omnibus
To understand
the things that these two can
It's enjoyable and funny
Take the time
and listen in
Do yourself a favour
It is not a mortal sin
But, who knows where
the show will lead
they do it for the fun not greed
you'll love to hear
The topics these two spear.
check out The Pendulum Podcast on facebook, and youtube. Link to youtube is as follows
http://www.youtube.com/user/ThePendulumOnTV/videos
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
KABUL, Afghanistan
scorching sun
phantoms of heat
drifting above the roadway
Col. Geoff Parker, 42
"rising star"
perched in the command vehicle
proudly on guard
Taliban
wild rush -- crump
waves of heat and fire
spinning debris
"This barbaric act of aggression"
anger and outrage
desert wind flutters
tattered and scorched fatigues
"It's always unfortunate"
reek of charred flesh
guttering flames
unfortunate
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
Why do I matter? Why should I stay?
Because where you leave your pain and suffering, many people who are still here will pick it up... Yes, you may feel like no one cares or they wouldn’t notice if you left, but you are wrong. You're worth much more than you realize. Every persons life is important and meaningful because of how we are all connected. Look around... how many people are in your world? How many people have you come in contact with? Even if they never met you in person, even if they've never said a word to you; your death would affect their life.
One of my brother’s best friends died when we were in high school. Geoff was never a huge part in my life, but he was in my world. He was always over my house because my brother and his were best friends and they were swim/water polo teammates. His death was caused by meningitis, not suicide, but even so, it impacted so many people and took everyone by surprise. When they announced his name over the loud speaker that day at school, I felt a part of my heart break... Because I knew that right then, his parents, sister and his older brother were in so much pain... Because I knew all of his friends, my brother included, were crying, mourning and thinking of all of the times they had had with him. Even to this day, almost 10 years later, people still post things about him on Facebook. Every year on his birthday, I see people sharing photos and memories. I see his brothers posts on the anniversary of his death and my heart breaks over and over. I watched his brother collapse and scream — crying over the loss of his brother. I'll never forget that sound. I can never forget that image. His parents had a complete mental break down. His mom was actually institutionalized afterwards because she was a danger to herself. His father became an alcoholic very soon after Geoffs death. No one could comprehend what life was going to be like without Geoff. Even people like me, someone who only knew him in passing, were affected by his death. You may think that you are worthless, that no one will miss you, that this pain will never end, but you aren’t, they will, and it will. Trust me love. I’ve gone through 27 years of fighting mental illness, loss, and suicide attempts. I know exactly what you’re going through, but committing suicide would destroy a lot of people. This is a part of the reason I hold on. So, Please don't give up. It gets better.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
dear e,
this is the first night I truly terrified of having to live without you
you couldn't understand what a bone breaking thought it really is
it makes my body feel flat and worthless
as you are the only never failing good qualities it can claim
I feel my bones shake as I imagine that dark life
one without you
I will love you until the day my heart stops beating
and I hope you never once in your wonderful life forget this
e, you make me feel alive in so many ways
and I know this isn't even a poem but more of a silly letter
but I need you to know this
though there may never be a next time
I will fight off any attacker whether it is verbal or physical.
I will put every one of them in their place
I love you to loves entirety e, and that will never fade
I hope you can forgive me one more time for not showing it in a caring way
I hope you can love me too. though I quite frequently don't deserve it.
and I hope you can forgive me for this shifty poem too.
with every fiber in my being
I love you
geoff
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
"Do you remember there used to be a couple
who they played those dragon games with.
Heather and Ray. They came down
from North Wales and stayed in a B&B.
His hair was even longer than Geoff's but he was very polite.
She didn't say a thing all weekend.
Anyway, they'd just gone to bed in their room
when there was a knock on the door. They
thought it was the landlady but it turned out
to be the chap who'd had the room before them.
He'd come back for his drugs. He said they were
hidden behind the toilet. Well, they didn't
want to upset him so they let him in
and he got his drugs and that was the end of that."
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
I hate to run.
When I think of it I think of you.
And to be honest that makes me sick.
You run over my heart daily.
Just to get hit yourself.
I was there for you everyday and you still ran.
Ran from me. From our dogs. And everything we had.
And when I confront you, you just laugh and say I dont care.
Then you head out for a run. Run. Run. Run.
Running through my torn up heart.
Your shoes have left scars that harrings themself can not heel.
So when say I hate running. I mean it.
And once you head into the rain anyways.
Leaving me to write this poem.
Goodbye my myjestic runner. Run to the wind where you once came from.
-Love Geoff you're with the horses now.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Was stone-deaf
He Owned a restaurant and was also Head Chef.
He always said, too many cooks spoil the broth.
The broth was mucky, never clear.
Best drunk with a pint of beer.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 12:47 PM UTC
Life is a funny old thing
but for each of us there is an end.
But on Monday, alas, we say
farewell to a dear old friend.
He was a lovely man, honourable
and loved by so many, young and old
He had time for everyone all over
and had a huge heart of solid gold.
He was a leader, a well respected man
someone anyone could talk to with ease
But now he is a butterfly, he is the sunshine
and he is every new leaf on the trees.
He will look down from Heaven, with a smile
he knows and hears each and every good wish
but for each of us left behind, there is sadness
in our hearts, for Geoff it is you that we will miss.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
It's so loud
The silence
In my ears
And it hurts
They died.
I can't hear
It's so loud
I'm leaning
Just to listen
A laugh
Or a whistle
Three blinks
I'm trying.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 6:42 PM UTC