Best Ganders Poems

Upon the waters waiting still,, a scudding duck decends.!

Dragonflies hover over blossoms and leeches deep,
Geese shake their heads, as they are passing the fronded willows, in verdant pleats
Hissy hiss is all they say,with their blatant contempt for the lush summers day!
The ganders enjoying their swaggering...

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I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.

Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear 
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’

The...

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Poet  -  ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM

           “   FOREVER  “
………………………………………………………
THE SUN GIFTS RAYS……………
THE LOTUS SEES AND SEES  THE SUN………….
DAYS AFTER DAYS…………….
THE RAINDROPS DANCE ON IT ,
IT FEELS WITHOUT ANY HEART-BEAT;
BEES ENJOY...

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A novice goose farmer named Sanders,
Once wrote for advice from Ann Landers.
He'd encountered a block
To increasing his flock:
He didn't know gooses from ganders....

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Let me begin by declaring
a well known cliche:
our skin does not define us,
nor does our place of birth
define our worth.

And yet we are scattered
across the globe,
sometimes whole oceans,
separating us.
We see countless borders
that man has made
serving the purpose
of temporal order.
And what a fickle creature
is this race...

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Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the grounds. Now, however, her duties had been expanded beyond cutting...

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A musing Mary, quite stationary
sitting with her laptop so still
thinks of limo cars, Broadway stars
and her dream house on the hill

Jill and Jack laid in their sack
wondering about Mary on their hill
making hay about "will she stay?"
tip their bucket to make it spill

Georgie Porgie and...

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I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows

 Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
A...

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She lands on two hands with childlike innocence 
a sign of the world's forward reacceptance
Spreading her wings she brings us new hope 
Soon the flowers of spring will be able to cope
She's at the heartbeat of summer's best,
even when she is put to the test....

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My poem was about innocent hearts
    not purloined, perfumed farts
  'Twas about forever lingering kisses
     not everlasting, beer-induced pisses

  Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
    no excretions of gooses or ganders
  Lines conjuring...

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If God was human, would He murder, steal
     like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave, 
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
     for middle-class America's drug rave?

Do nations like ours merit more than death?
   ...

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Sarah Huckabee Sanders

Her mind performs tasks that are menial;
We never considered ever being congenial;
She slanders
Then ganders;
**** star belonging in colony that is penal.

Jim Horn...

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TO KNOW THE WHYS OF A COW 
IS TO KNOW WHY GOD CREATED MAN

A cow looks at the full moon standing on a sloping hillside
it looks straight at the moon as if it were waiting for an answer 
the beast does not move but keeps...

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my eyeball knocks like a pendulum
against the keyhole socket
too close
too personal
the beating of my breath
against the wooden door
sweat seeps into its pores
as a lovely form in negligee
drifts slowly to the floor
the reflection of a knife
sees more than I was hoping for
but the monster ganders about
paces...

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Wonderworks
by Michael R. Burch

History’s
mysteries
abound
& astound,
found
(profound)
the whole earth ’round,
even if mostly
underground.


The Procrastinator’s Creed
by Michael R. Burch

It’s always, “Tomorrow, I’ll do it.”
Work? I eschew it.
I never collect money I’ve loaned
and the rest of this poem’s been postponed.


WHEN MAN IS GONE
by Michael R. Burch

When man is gone
won’t the...

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