Best Gosh Poems

Oh my gosh darling, your eyes
They shimmer in the darkness, but remain pale in light
How is it possible that they could mask everything
How can you control them to do your bidding...
I wondered why your eyes were so shiny at night
But why, in the morning, the...

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Oh my gosh it’s almost Easter
Time to get off my fat keister.

To buy a dozen eggs, or more
Coz now there’s five kids over four.

And one of them always cries
Painting eggs with stupid dyes.

I almost forgot the candy bars;
Who needs new brakes for the cars?

I don’t...

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I could have been born anywhere
to any kind of family
or tribe for that matter.

I could have been adopted
or at least adopted a pen name.

At some point in my life 
I've been to Paris.

I could have studied ordinary things there
but I don't want to think about...

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Mad As A Hornet - Gosh Darn It!

So you're angry because I burned the toast?
Don't you stand there and keep screaming at me.
That's what really matters to you most?
I'm gonna explode on the count of three.

If you'd help get the kids ready for school
I'd have...

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re-post inspired by Constance contest 

When ,she and I become we
True love for us,may not be-
'til I love her,who loves me

This Shakespeare style triplet was inspired by John Donne's phrase in 'Love's Deitie'...

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Sweltering sun on your tea stained skin
such a sensual aphrodisiac,
pungent wafts of fresh worked soil
scorching my sandy soles,

brackish trickle between ample breasts
now heavy bellied with desire, 
brooding for but a single kiss 
bestowed by burnished brow. 

Let loose your laborious implement, 
languidly lie with me...

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Nauseous Natasha’s cautious sister Sasha’s posh boss
Josh McIntosh from Osh Kosh
Sloshed through the marshes sporting galoshes
Looking for his lost hoss Ross
By gosh...

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And there he was all dressed in black
Stuffing the baby in his sack
His pants below his waist, do-rag on his head
And below his hat, Santa had a dread
He was a rough-tuff, buff man
Rings on his fingers and tattoos on his hand
His sleigh was tricked out
It...

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somehow
i lost my way
and i am happy

so many small towns
revitalize the universe of my soul
and i am content

i never want to 
fall asleep at the wheel
for i am mesmerized

i find internal solace
with you externally riding beside me
and i am satisfied...

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re-post inspired by Constance contest 

A METAPHYSICAL MUSE
What thou lovest in her face
is colour,if her face be painted 
on a board or wall, thou wilt
love it.She speaks,smiles and
kisses much. Because it is 
painted do you not behold with 
pleasure her painted face? Love
her who shows...

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How many of youse guys remember these
Well golly gee, holy cow, gosh darn, gee willikers
Way back when they were naughty phrases
Today the naughty words are maimers and killers 

How things have changed and getting uglier
Mass shootings, targeted individuals, fire starters
What's happened to the world we...

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The night gnome from Gosh has the lightest blue eyes.
They are lovely and deep, and full of dainty surprise.
His clothes are made from the best threads of all.
He might have been a king if he were just a bit tall....

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a whole manner of oodles saw
stuff piled under a shelf
a sofa on the ceiling
and a light fitting on the floor
there were gardens
in the living room
all his worth beyond the door

he walked off to the north aloud
opening a gate behind
tipped his hat at Jupiter
his shadow walked...

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Cooler than Arctic ice
Yet, you warm the palette of my life
With your nearly bluebell shades
Layers of sifted sky
Diluted into the tender grey clouds
That slowly dance 
Towards tears of rain 

How my heart longs to know you
As my life brushes past
Your pure selfless pouring out
Unaware, you...

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