Gosling Poems - Poems about Gosling

... Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder or a broken spool in......

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...A big dog is pooping out on my lawn. One I hate – Bill Gates – appears from nowhere. He scoops up the poop and places it on a stick as he views me in my underwear. He chases me, scaring me with......

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...Mother Goose is old Her nest has got cold Her goslings have grown They have nests of their own Now this old Goose is alone Goosey Goosey Gander Decided to wander Some time ago He met a Goos......

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...Geese, Goslings and the Bridge Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous. Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s h......

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...If the day gone without a memory My heart won’t skip from you. So don’t worry. You look like an angel Beauty doesn’t get pale. Your sweet voice like a gel It will stick with me forever my love.......

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...A winged horse, a unicorn glides so effortlessly, airborne blazing its way in early morn o'er ears of sun-ripe golden corn Spying a gosling from its mother torn This winged horse, our unicor......

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... Bundle of yellow Waddling behind the gaggle Gander honks message Upon the lawn lifeless form Still, small gosling three weeks old Days pass sad mood stays Summer passes......

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...Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls. He wasn’t a hermit, or any other sect or sort. He was just an old man; though always alone. Well, except for the critters. They were not remarkable, ......

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...Premature gosling, broken from the egg, gasp for breath in primordial refuse. Blindly search for your absent mother’s leg; shiver until death’s caress sets you lose.......

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...Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity, the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside. Gathering knowledge and experience to survive, she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”. No matte......

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...All my mortgage years This featherless gosling flightless Kept chickens for peers Suffering gravity's wretched pain While dreaming of the southland Coded in my bones Like a chicken I circled ......

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