Best Goose Down Poems
In the dog-days of summer of so long ago
there were bear-hugging moments I like to recall
Like leafing through pages of ram-shackle books,
that are dog-eared, and faded, wearing hound-tooth worn seams
I had a bull's-eye encounter with puppy-tail schemes
There are cat-walks through memories, over turkey-trot trails
wearing pigtails, and Mother Goose, and laughter would peal
Where pony-tailed hairdos would swing like a bell,
and where kids could play leap-frog, and happiness dwells
We would run like the roosters and bull-doze the grass,
picking puffed dandelions, to blow with our breaths
Spreading the catnip and watching it gasp
Grasping the wind, while it wolfed-down the rest
Blooming sweet dogwood would bend in the breeze
Elephant-ears would line every path
With cattails and polly-wogs, we would bunny-hop home
for chickpeas, and monkey bread, and gooseberry creams
Then hug little teddy-bear, in our goose-down reclines
while dog-days of summer would live for all time
Winter's whimsical nature comes with
fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
against the white snow
Smoking volcano
against permafrost desolation
How your aura lingers in my brain
fleeting perfume, breeze of ozone
The sweet sweaty scent of long nights
leathery lines grafted in my skin
The fragile steps we took, tension
of our vulnerability in closeness
Sweet brokenness, tender hurt...
Worlds of ice can not find my
Duvet of snowflakes, simulation of
soft warm goose down
Mirroring remnants of our souls
that sleep in dreamless reminiscence
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May 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Never-ending
I was having a dream…
you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
in our soft bed,
satin sheets
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades
of apricot and lilac
I was holding you
gently in my arms,
feeling your heart beat,
mesmerized by rhythmic breaths,
gazing upon your enchanting face
as dawn’s blushing glow
illumined your beauty,
and I fell in love all over again
When you slowly woke,
opening those dark November eyes,
finding me watching you
and smiled the most
enchanting smile I had ever seen
as I whispered
“Good morning beautiful”
And I didn’t want it to end
but it did as I awoke,
sensing the morning sunshine
through closed eyelids
and upon opening them
found you staring at me
with that springtime smile
and when you whispered
“Good morning handsome”
I knew right then and there
my dream would be never-ending
Good morning Soupers
Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends;
they plump outside for they've no wish to stay in;
they dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.
Boys howl and they whistle and the girls defend
igloos of snow bricks with rosy cheeks and chins,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.
Small toddlers fall boom, make angels and pretend
that the snowflakes are food, as their silly faces grin;
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.
Snow geese honk and a large flock descends,
roaring with laughter the children rush in,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.
Mother lights the Christmas tree on the bend
and Father grabs a scarf and joins the din.
They dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.
Snowballs zoom, as sisters and brothers contend
even the pooch prances (for of course he is kin).
Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends,
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.
Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with the Source;
And though I basked on goose down comfort,
The devil inside a glass pipe lingered;
but on that wintry night of envisioning
And deep soul-searching,
Distance and time were wedded as one, as
My soul traversed the land of my birth,
And I beheld vacation bible school days.
Upon my wakened psyche sat imprints of longings -
Such cravings for a fix of spiritual grub I'd not known
Yes, I spoke as my wobbly soul held hands of hope,
My dreams would whisk me from addiction.
Who knew divine intervention would bring me freedom?
Oh yes! this gift, this gift,
Twenty-two years and beyond,
I must tell someone.
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spell has bound the earth
goose down is flying in air
in rhythmic motion
as dancers in a ballroom
icy wind is sweeping by
~soft mountain blankets
goose down like flakes, winter store
potential life thrust
~El Nino awake
a weather serpent slither
energized frolic
~white mountain blankets
cascade floods of winter store
aroused mud demon
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Nature Comes to Life
I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion
I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
Insight.. these are the moments are rare, and a blessed gift
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
You can conquer your internal demons
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave
Gifted with 3 things on a deserted Island what do I bring .
Having clothes on, a smart phone wet not smart at all
For you have hope in store when you can not make a call ..
~ A sharpest of knives that starts fire
Ugg boots Australian built resilient
A pot to boil water pure from the salt ~
This being a hard choice for it's these I desire ~
Belgium chocolate, coffee with evaporated milk
Tea & sugar to last a decade , paper , pen
A goose down blanket under stars ,warming like silk
my favorite books , The four agreements
A working I pod, guitar, for music is my muse ..
A Bible to read so I can keep my faith higher ~
After becoming one with all nature I call this my own
Now bring me a prozac and a cell phone
" A special forces man ...oh no , temptation, I may not come home ! "
Yet being true to self , and my soul unfolds..
~ For I love and miss my children , what is life without them to hold ~
"written for Shadows contest on 10-8-13"
Off to the garden to share in a tea
Sweet Juliana has just become three
Billowy dress sprayed with cottonballs pink
Tiny white shoes, for a doll you would think
She sings to the blossoms in childish song
Whirling and twirling, soft curls like goose down
Held in her hand sacred wand of delight
Dreaming of bubbles so feathery light
Sweet rosy pucker blows soft angel air
Froths of moist bubbles float down everywhere
Rainbow of colors and liquidy swirls
Bubbles, oh bubbles, true heavenly pearls
Our garden of youth, adventure filled fun
Long summer days where we played in the sun
A secluded cabin
fail-safe into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds
A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy -
a paradise for lovers
A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after a mile
rambling up, then down, this
lofty snow covered rock
A babbling brook and glossy
chestnut stallions trail along an
old gravel road, leading to a
dilapidated barn, now masking
wet hay, squirrels and wild rabbits
Snakes have shed their skins,
like elongated strands of silk
dangling from beams of rotten wood
and imperfect slate shingles -
Leaving their past in the present
for countryside tourists to enjoy
Bluegrass music is heard faintly
in the wilderness background
A rustic, but elegant
way to spend time, enabling
a soul to touch one's inner self
Tomorrow beckons way too soon --
reality returns, this dream weekend
now a fond memory,
as we take our leave of that
little creekside cabin on a
snow covered mountain crest
NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW
In the darkest corner of her living room,
she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away,
her ex lives with their kids, his goulash
wafting reek into her open windows.
Through the one in her master bedroom,
the man could easily catch sight of his successor
swaddled in goose-down, identical in color
to the old comforter she could see, if she cared to,
just beyond her window, on the bed where
she’d been fed, “I’ll cherish you always.”
Abutting that room, the den with surround-
sound TV, where the vulgarian had charmed
the panties off her during commercials, turning
up his volume so she could grasp every syllable
of his accented endearments, his excuses.
Adjacent, their son and daughter’s rooms
(now, with suitcases the children bring back
and forth each weekend); and down the hall,
the state-of-the art kitchen where her louse ex
still plays chef. How she’d wished he’d played
spouse with as much know-how and gusto. Oh,
how he’d cooked and cooked their goose, served it
up every chance he got, till she got good and fed
up and fled to an old flame in a brownstone
across the way — where, at this very moment, she sits
with the stench of the dish her ex is, no doubt, cooking
to death, and the essence of her Crock-pot stew
cooking up a storm, inextricably mesh.
Tom Thumb got caught peeping
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
On a gambling junket she was on
Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it
Out these days in jail
Selling ecstasy to undercover police
And now can't pay her bail
Little Jack Horner took him a corner
Of the Mafia drug trade
Once you are hooked on the Meth that he cooks
There's no way of escape
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
Humpty Dumpty's more than broke
But not from any fall
He couldn't pay his bookie
And his legs were first to go
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Where forced to sell their wool
To pay for all the damages
While they were in school
Jack pushed Jill down the hill
When he caught her cheating with Little Boy Blue
Now he's paying her doctor bills
Which has left Jack blue too
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
It was late in August, on a hot summer’s night,
When I encountered the most horrible fright.
The drapes hung freely over each window,
Head nestled deeply in the goose down pillow.
I heard a soft rustle near the edge of my bed,
So I looked up quickly, and saw a young women’s head.
She was ghostly transparent, reached out her hand.
Her speech was muffled, so I could not understand.
I slipped in the covers, I am not sure why.
She scared the pajamas off me, I cannot deny.
After a few minutes, she just floated away,
But I will never forget, what happened that day.
drapes/pillow/edge/muffled/slipped/deny
My sight is blurry and in a hurry
Where is my underwear?
Have a pain in my drain, don't need to strain
Do I hear wind and rain?
My mouth feels like dandelion dust
Rinsing goose feathers or bust
Should I trust the starburst
Or just sit and curse or maybe worse?
Contest: Boisterous comedy for John Freeman
Picture of a man with the morning blues, wild nonfocusing eyes, and dandelion, goose down or starburst in his hair!!