Best Goode Poems

Sometimes a song can take me back
Make my memories come alive
To a time when love was a way of life
And families struggled to survive
Sometimes I get a little mellow
When I listen to an old love tune	
And dream of days long gone 
How they passed by...

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This is for you, Mystic Rose,
The closest cyber encounter family tree, my spree
Harry Horsman, Sara K, summer's gone, let's haiku and play.
Achoo contest, butterflies, Parise Pariku, and the awesomeness of Michael J. 
Andrea Dietrich, Debbie G, Joyce Johnson, and Nette.
Carol Brown, Charlie Brown, it's time...

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Oligarchy - From the Greek, olígos, meaning few,
	hence, those guys over there, with their 
	hands in their garments; They say they'll
	tell everyone what needs to be done.

Monarchy - Mon, variant of man, man being the 
	singular form, i.e. all for that guy. 

Hierarchy - From...

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so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my own growth
in some time-lapse photography
writhing their creamy roots
into earthy loam...

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no nation, no state, no corporation
no family, no self, no nebulous soul
enriches itself by acquisition
to gain its stuff but lose control

equality is the rule of life
because any thing that is acquired
must be relinquished by another
balancing the equation is required

the take or give we do to...

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"shhhhh.....shissssssh"
"be quiet"...whispered
"Can you hear that?"
.
.
"What is that sound?"

Is it far...a faraway
train whistle lonesome
from song of mainline?

Is it the soft ting
of the tea kettle 
cooling on the stove, 
bending it's metal?

"What is that sound?"

It is the slow creak
of old wooden chairs
as mortise and tenon
slowly adjust, torqued...

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Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich  

beating rhythm...

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I think that I may never see a
tree's sounds lovely as onomatopoeia

to see, to hear, just too profound
sound beats cool on worded ground

ain't it funny to hear a word
that IS what it is, coolly absurd

you may ask what constitutes onomatopoeia
can't say exactly, but hear it...

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remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris

with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse

government or company or corporation
don't matter the size...

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"To do is to be" - Descartes 
"To be is to do" - Voltaire 
"Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra

"To do is to be" - Nietzche
"To be is to do" - Kant
"Do be do be do" - Sinatra

"To do is to be" -...

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see the roses, red and white
see the glads, serene and noble
the bouqueted mums, radiant and bright
see the orchids, beautifully boastful

smell the scents for all intents
pulling our memory back in time
remembering joys from past events
family and friends, the days sublime

petals soften life's hard terms
the leaves greening...

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there once was...

there once was a rooster from Nantucket
with vocal stylin's, it only could cluck it
it cocked and it crowed
strutin' loud 'round abode
'til the farmer's wife's axe did awestruck it

© Goode Guy 2013-01-28...

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count on it...

that numbers made the world
we came to believe
after all ten digits 
long ago ran out
and we stuck our toes into the fray
to count and be counted anyway

and they too ran out
a foot at a time
and numbers became stuck to 
our rulers feet or...

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poetry slammin'

all this namby pamby poetry stuff
makes me think i've heard enough

shapes and sonnets and simple blank verse
even Iambic meter leaves me feeling averse

quatrains and couplets - the villanelle
are tough to swallow - sounds like swill

why anybody'd wanna hear some poetry
may be obvious to you,...

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what'll ya have?

Bring me a poem, 
raw or cooked - 
bring me some verse 
in a book or a file 
to sit and savor a while

my brain's a bit sedate
'n' craves a line of thought,
a blue-plated special bought
to elucidate

some observation or
piece of life
maybe crisp with...

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