Best Goats Poems
The red shift I saw in you,
A warm hearted coffee on the brew,
The change had just begun,
And with the sound of the gun,
Everybody starts to run,
The gun asking to forgive,
Because it made us believe,
That it is the sound of start!
That is what splits us apart
Why can’t we start before we are said to?
Why can’t the race begin without you?
Moreover why can’t the race just stop?
Why do we need to show off before our corpses drop?
Why don’t we just break the queue,
And forget reality, forget what is true?
Why can’t we forget love?
Why do some fear karma, and some fear the God above?
I say, believers will believe,
Happiness is easier to give,
The scape goats of society will always keep crying,
No matter what you do people will always be dying,
Because all people want in their lives is an impact,
It is the only truth, an unsung, unforgiven pact,
My writings will come and go,
People will never give up to put up a show,
They have just got “Shakespeared”,
Life is a stage, that’s what all they cared.
Once a little goat with a small horn,
Wanted to become a unicorn,
She wished and she wished every night
And prayed and prayed, it might
Come true, I want to wish on a star,
So the next night they saw one far,
But although so bright
Gave off little light.
Look mummy at that grass over there,
Please don’t stare,
For they might run away, fairies
Right next to the bush with berries
I’m going to send them a whisper
Mummy kissed her, ooh your whisker
Tickles mummy, suddenly three
Fairies flew by her side what do you
Wish for most, as you are of the few
That never asks, whatever you wish,
I want to be a unicorn, please
They waved their wands with ease,
There stood the prettiest pink unicorn,
Gone was the small horn,
Replaced by a twirly one,
The little goat girl now an awesome unicorn,
Her star sign remained Capricorn.
She had a fluffy mane
And her eyes were blue, insane.
Oh fairies I love you so much
Your wands and their magic touch,
What can I do for you.
and you and you,
Listen to your parents and be a good girl,
And thus your mane will always curl!
HURRAY
Entering Contest: Nursery Rhyme 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Dated: 21/04/2021
I once read a myth about
a giant goat that ate the moon,
I don’t expect that this possibility
will happen any time too soon.
The technology necessary to get a goat
launched into outer space,
Has never been a priority
among the Capra aegagrus hircian race.
It seems that their scientists have had
lots of better things to do,
Like determining the best things for goats
to stand around and chew.
And once the tasting of everything
on Earth has finally taken a toll,
I’m sure that they will turn their sights
towards setting a lunar goal.
But they’re not the only ones on the farm
thinking about making a lunar trip,
They’re in for some competition so
they’d better start cracking the whip.
Because the barnyard mice have been
earning advanced engineering degrees,
And they are fully convinced that
the moon is made of cheese.
Goats...
They are funny creatures, little goats.
They make you laugh,
when the world
is not funny.
They know how to have fun,
in the sun...
of every
day.
We should learn more from animals.
They are better at living their lives,
then we are.
They know that the world
is full of miracles,
and have no reason
to fear the day.
We should take time to jump around,
and dance, and prance,
like reindeer in the snow,
or raccoons on the go.
Each wild thing,
closer to the maker,
and the earth-shaker,
than any other animal...
on two feet.
"Separate sheep from goats," was the order he barked at me.
Goats are mean spirited creatures. That much I could see.
Sheep are similar in color but with coats of a different density,
so I grabbed a handful of wool and set the gentle animals free.
Human characteristics can divide people into different herds.
Selfish ones with a temper, who curse others with vile words.
They are goat-like ones who sow the bad seeds they will reap.
Don't try counting them if you're having trouble falling asleep.
Mild mannered sheep-like humans, sense danger they never cause.
The black ones are presumed naughty, but it's not one of their flaws.
Sheep-like people flee from trouble unlike those who like to fight.
Don't mingle with goats if you want your fleece to be clean and white.
7/16/2016
There was a man from Gloat
He snuck behind a goat
He had a bit of pot
Flanked the animals blind spot
Roger rammed it up to it’s throat
Babysitting bloody goats,
Babysitting bloody goats,
Baaaa baaaa twinkletoes has notes,
Trying to get some bloody sleep,
Sounds like a rabid rancid sheep,
a lonesome goat, you know it,
wheres that bloody clive a sitting,
climbing screen doors, its not quiting,
Sue heard one on the ole tin roof,
twinkle toes tap tap 2 do it?
Blaurgggggght says the nanny goat,
Crazy bludger's tunes out of note,
Drops poor ole Johnson in it?
Ferret dog emasculated,
Banged and thumped and castigated,
Head butted by 2 nannies sure,
Doesn’t want it any more,
Sidestepping Ferret voted!
Waiting for ole Clive to come,
With the red van goats do hum,
Head butting ole screen door,
Blaurgh where are you clive, whaffor?
Goat chops for tweededum,
Cant eat your mates they hum,
Be quiet my moral core,
They won….Don Johnson
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Teetering mountain goats
balance precariously on
narrow ledges of loose shale...
Escape Goats
Just good old' kids,
Never meaning any harm,
Been in trouble since they were born.
Straightening' the corners,
Flattening' the curbs and crushing pebbles.
Someday the hills might get them, but the law never will.
Making their way,
The only way they can,
Which is a little more than the law allows.
Just good old kids,
Couldn't change if they wanted to,
Fighting' the system like a modern Day Bonney and Clyde
We laud the sports G. O. A. T. ‘s,
the “Greatest of all Time” who please
us fans with their skills.
We crave those great thrills.
Each chance to support them, we seize.
Of special goats, you might have heard,
deemed royal by King Charles the III.
This rare golden breed
is regal indeed.
Last month this bestowal occurred.
The shore breeze rose familiar tang of the sea
Blue touring car , top down , rolling past palms
Brilliant white suit and panama hat . Car toots!
Enjoying company sharing fine wine and pasta
Radiating high energy and a warm personality
She felt the warmth of his breath he whispered
It doesnt matter . I love you. Youre beautiful.
She smiled her forehead covered with kisses
She finally let herself relax loosened her scarf
Harps, lutes , ivory horns, kettle drums , guitars
Hung high from the ceiling and oak panel walls
Gobble
Gobble gobble,
that's what they say,
nearly every day...
I go out to greet them.
I go out to meet them.
I go out to feed them,
I need them,
as they make me laugh.
They are clumsy they are klutzy,
they are ballerinas in training too.
I mean to tell you...
all
about
them.
They have long necks,
and big feet,
not to mention
they will eat...
everything you don't want them to,
and nothing that you do.
The silly birds...
ride around on the goats.
They are like parade floats.
They walk in the water trays,
and swim in the trough.
I tell you turkeys over chickens
are a little off.
The alarm shouted on my ear
The day is six thirty a.m young so is the air
I prostrate twiceand pray
To God to make me a predator and not a prey
I dust the house and mob the floor
Wash the plates as there is no flaw
I fed the poultry and allow them to reign
Spread the grains as there is no rain
I fetch petrol and ten buckets of water
Wash the car as i leave the warming till later
My mum cooks beans and ot corn-pap
It encouraged me as it makes me clap
I am told to direct and deliver a message orally
I am so tired as i got it aurally
I run madly and i conveyed it to the Wright
His dog gave me a chase as the message was not right
I walk home gently and i aim not to blunder
I think I am dead as i thought of nought save hunger
Without feeding back i took my brush and my bath
Half naked i dashed to the kitchen as i have damned the earth
As my mouth watereth hunger was my mood
But Lo! the Goats ate my food.
"The end is near," the short-wave said.
"Before midnight, all will be dead."
I aim to leave my baggage here.
For my warted nose should I fear?
April fifteen and taxes due
Can I afford to be so lax
As to ignore my yearly tax?
Pinch me, pinch me, I hope ‘tis true.
Will my love share claret and cheese
Before God winnows wheat from chaff?
With a glass of wine can we laugh
Watching thundering grim gray seas
Cast wild waves on our forlorn shore
Until the devil gets his due?
Or will we stand in line as two
To learn sheep or goat is our score?
Eternal gates are drawing near,
Ajar, for us to wail or cheer.
2005
HayleeDale—she is a magical deck of cards.
If she came with directions that would have been helpful.
But she did not—It is ok--I got her figured out.
I knew when I met her, she would be with me always.
We have played Clue and love Family Feud.
We tag each other over the dumbest jokes and hilarious goats.
I know that I am not her mother, but she calls me for advice.
And to ask if she can use garlic instead of spice.
If wishes came true…
I would wish for a moment to sit with her mother,
To tell her how truly wonderful her daughter has become.
That she is smart and silly, beautiful and pretty--
Her heart is full of gold.
And not to worry, she is finding her place in this world.
There is so much for her to look forward to.
As her life evolves and things change--they always do.
No matter what this world throws at her, she is going to be okay.
She is stronger than she knows and she thinks with her head.
Be assured she loves and misses you each and every day.
I catch her reminiscing and looking at pictures—
She keeps you close at hand.
Be very proud of her for she is a GreenBay Packer fan.
She is a blessing in my life, I love her dearly too.
So if you don’t mind I will keep an eye on her
And be there if she needs me too…
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