Best Honk Poems
geese honk surround sound
spring's emissary head north...
invisible ghost
For PD
On Saturday I could hear Canadian Geese
honking while inside the house..I walked
out to see them and it was like surround
sound on a stereo almost as if they were
in the trees but I could not see a goose
anywhere..Sign that spring is here though.
Honk if you love sex, the sound would be deafening
Not much chance the honking would start lessening
By the grins on your kissers
And the stroking of your whiskers
It's brightens your day and was really refreshing
© Jack Ellison 2015
Principle's of space,
prosperity in grace,
property for punctually pontificating the pronunciation of the alien race-
A laughter so adorned it's grate!
Slaughter of the new age-
...and your daughter-
40 years from reaching the 4th grade,
what a wild cahoot all because of the heart of spades-
...because this is just my face,
this is astonishment and be-gorgeous courageousness!
This is fauna and flakes and forgiveness,
one done for another two trips to the store for your mother,
why ride when you can collide with anybody who's under?
Are we, really from the Sea?
Because we are adapted to this lanky sort of breed-
the land and the forest and the deserts unite inside,
like reckless looting,
drowning down like a likeness that can flurry with thunder-
as the news breaks the stalling core,
the new found movement can now count, and recount a time that I didn't groove?
geese honk
concealed
jet streams exhaust
Spring or autumn, leaves bloom or fall,
Everything seemed to offer me immense happiness
As long as we stayed together.
Harshest of weather, extremes of cold
Still felt quite romantic
Because the warmth from him was better than that of a jacket.
Monsoons were our all time favorite.
It was during one such rain we had met
And ever since it had been our favorite.
Making hot chai together and sharing the same pakoras,
Singing and dancing without the umbrella in the rain used to be fun.
Playing football in the mud had a entirely different feel.
We never had the fear of catching cold interrupt us
Because the care and love we would get in return far surpassed everything else.
Unlike other days, I could feel my every breath tell his name
and the the wind that blew speak of our love.
It was his birthday!
I returned from office as soon as possible
to bake my special cake for him this time.
I had made his favorite Red velvet perfectly on time.
His car honk from the end of the street would tell me of his coming.
Rushed out with excitement only to see my nerves coil and heart bleed.
There was this truck that was over-speeding
And it was much evident that the driver had lost control over it.
My love, he was on his way back when both of them collided.
My heart skipped it's beat and I ultimately had to be the witness to see this tragedy.
The glass from the window broke and it pierced his skin.
He had hit the glass with soo much force and now his blood was on the road. For every drop of blood that fell, I could feel my heart getting broken
and myself becoming numb.
My body froze with my eyes fixed on him.
I wanted to be with him but my leg didn't cope up.
It had turned ice cold as I could see his face being disfigured
and blood being spilled.
I don't remember anything that happened next.
It was his last birthday ever!
The wind no more sang the story of us being together
But my heart knows that he will always live through me.
They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
A gander ponders
To V or not to V
A gaggle giggles