Best Gobbling Poems

In November I write of winter
  for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese...

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I Heard Mother
(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in...

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A pond sits in the glen
bright fish dashing about
casting silvery shadows
ducks chasing after them
eels making their way to sea
flying birds circling back and forth
green frogs...

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The power of nature has ravaged the Japanese shore,
Leaving in its wake devastation and unimaginable gore.
The mettle of this gentle people has been tested, it...

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He loved a drink did ol'Johnny McBeal
And offered to cook the thanksgiving meal
All the trimmings with turkey
For their friends and family
His wife agreed but no...

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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny...

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In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on...

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Swallowing starlight, thirsting 
on ether that roars through 
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.

Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.

Digesting mysteries...

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( A bit of drama in the garden last week)


The seed was scattered, and not long to wait,
a Blackbird was the first upon the scene,
moments...

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Missing the days
When I was the craziest person I knew 
This mad world 
Has incredibly gotten madder
Radios TVs blaring panic
Humanity gobbling it up like candy
Social...

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Swooning…somnambulating apple hunt,
sweet and sour scenes of climbable trees.
Dreaming…swinging, branches confront.
Palm filling, chewing…night’s day to seize.

Scent of white or red flesh in Autumn, squeeze
delicately its...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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An Ode to Turkeys
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I
There was a time, year one thousand A.D
U.S. turkeys faced a brand new plight.
Usefulness seen.
Native...

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Ah, Red Macaw, you are the pestilence
of impatience
in my day, soaring far, far overhead
squawking and screaming
your face overheated and red
beak too portentous
for sweets, gobbling and...

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Fish and Chips with salt and vinegar make my mouth water. 
Mushy peas---slice of buttered bread, and I’m in heaven. 
Gobbling chirpy chips and fresh...

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