"goulet" poems
Just the other day
I met Robert Goulet
I was surprised a bit
The way his mustache twitched
A mind of its own
Like in the Twilight Zone
Jumping right off his face
His mustache ran away
Teeny boppers next door
Giggled out of control
As Roberts mustached jumped
Landing in someones lunch
That's when the Maítre ď
Let out a girly scream
Quite an embarrassment
To all us burly men
Then throughout the day
The mustache of Robert Goulett
Made a name for itself
As it ventured about town
His mustache all could see
Has a tinder streak
Helping old ladies out
To get across the street
Why it even saved a cat
Giving all its nine lives back
Pulled it from a tree
That was burning excessively
At that same moment saved the town
Itself from burning down
But that story's much to long
To try to abound
The town was so impressed
They trimmed up the mustache
Of Robert Goulett
Then gave it a ticker tape parade
After that they named a street
Because of its heroic feat
If it had two hands to greet
Would have handed it the city's key
And if the mustache could talk at all
Would have given the greatest speech
If Roberts mustache had only known
It'd do this good out on its own
It would have left the upper lip
Along time ago
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
Dedicated to Christa McAuliffe
New Hampshire School
teacher killed when the Challenger
Space Shuttle exploded 73 seconds
after takeoff 1986.( 25 years ago).
Christa, Christa, Christa
finally rode a
rocket ship
up to the sky
but why O why
did you have to die?
It made me cry
what are O rings?
Like Saturn's rings,
I do not know,
but I miss you so.
~
Jim Goulet
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Mom,mommy,mother
a word and person of sweet attachment
Missed more than any other
More precious than any parchment
Let us not take mothers for granted
So that when they finally pass away
We will remember what can't be recanted
May God above lift up our spirits today
Remembering Estelle a year since
You went to your final resting place
With warm love and beauty sensed
A harder loss than ever faced
May God bless you and keep you
With him as well as in our hearts
Where you left flowers and nature true
Your poems of honestly, love with heart
Give quiet witness to God anew.
Jim Goulet
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Nature Speaks
Remember me when you see the trees, as the mountains touch the sky.
Remember me when you played in the flowers by the brook. Is it too late?
I wonder.
If enough humans cared, maybe I could be saved.
As it is, I (Nature) am dying on planet Earth.
Some say it’s just a matter of time before the rainforests and the animals are gone,
to make way for roads, cattle ranches and strip mining.
The atmosphere is choked with fumes and green-house gases.
The rising oceans are choked with plastics and pollutants.
Remember me when you are lonely in your polluted city.
You humans are fouling your nest with poisons and ignorance.
Wait! You must make your best effort to save me, to live sustainably,
because when I have died, humans will not live long after, since all creatures need clean air, water and land to live.
When I am gone, you will ask, “Could I have done more?”
Chief Seattle said, “We would die of loneliness of spirit,” if we lost our animal friends.
For I can Imagine how much you will miss the flowers in the fresh green woods with the refreshing morning dew and the little birds chirping overhead.
Go now and do all you can to save me, for all of you can make the difference,
between life and death.
Jim Goulet
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC