Best Oh My Goodness Poems
POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help at all tonight,
As I struggle to think with all my might!
The situation lately is quite,
A challenge, and in spite,
Of my every endeavour, as I face this plight
Do not have an inkling, or even a slight
Idea, I try to relax, not to fight
This block in my mind, it’s a fright,
Hey musey mine, show me a light,
For my ideas are a tad trite!
You want us to fly a kite,
In the dark, at night?
Drink champagne and become tight,
And caviar and biscuits bite?
I’m beginning to come right,
Oh my goodness dear muse, wait
A poem is slowing forming despite,
The block in my mind, what a delight,
But in hindsight,
Let’s work on it tomorrow, for I am alight
Too much champagne, feel I’ll ignite!
Poop is a smelly thing
poop is far from clean
when I poop, I poop on the pot
when I poop, I poop a lot
It's big and brown and looks like gravy
gosh it feels like I just had a baby
It's runny and smooshy , and really gross
In my family, mine smells the most.
I think I'm finished
I think I'm done
oh my goodness
it's beginning to run
oh no, this won't be fun.
Wipe and flush, I'm on the run
to play outside in the sun.
But in the yard, hiding low
I think my dog had to go
dog poo on the ground
dog poo all around
dog poo is smelly too
dog poo is on my shoe.
Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!
Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just misread?
With the Risen Son, they claim I’m new!
But in my mind, I cannot construe!
I’m not standing on a small hill.
I’m still climbing, I just can’t be still.
That little hill became a mountain.
In my heart I cry out, shout’in!
“If the Risen Son has made me new:
Then why am I so sad and blue?
In the dawn of day, I just can’t see.
The dark of night won’t let me be!
This parched ground makes me athirst.
From whence will water be dispersed"?
With the Risen Son, newness falls!
And with it profound wisdom calls!
Your kiss from heaven is slowly fading.
In my mind, Satan is indeed raiding!
Oh my goodness what can I do?
I think I heard, spend time with you?
I just don’t have much more to lose.
I guess my bible I will use!
Many years, have since passed by.
But that kiss, still makes me sigh!
O’ that kiss, that touched my cheek:
Made me strong and not weak!
Because of it, inspiration grew!
With the Risen Son, can I be new?
I know from heaven your kiss came.
And with it, you took all my shame!
I gave nothing in return
Yet, for my heart, you did yearn!
In the Risen Son, I believe I’m new!
Could this really be my point of view?
Yes Yeshua, you have made me new!
Your kiss from heaven pulled me through!
You gave me strength within my soul.
In my life, I give you control!
I am now your devoted wife!
Jehovah, your kiss changed my life!
Stacey Brown
9-11-2013
Spring
As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know,
you’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.
With an experienced artist’s colorful brush,
you skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush.
Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain,
ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.
Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming,
oh my goodness, you are absolutely amazing!
Even the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of woodpeckers
tell me you are here – what mesmeric music to my ears.
Wrens return building nests and spreading their wings,
flying high in your blue skies as they joyously sing.
Coming alive at the wave of your magical wand,
my elated heart soars and I feel superbly grand.
I love your cool breath so fresh and tender,
and light butterfly kisses that you gently render.
But my dearest Spring, as much as I enjoy being with you,
I have a jealous lover, Summer - so this has to be adieu.
01/03/2015
Contest: Seasons
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 1st
the sun is mean here
it’s too bright
and i don’t mean smart
it shines in my eyes
i have to wear dark glasses just to drive
yesterday it burned my skin
but today i am ready
i’m wearing lotion
spf one thousand
if that doesn’t work
i’m wearing my long underwear
of course the sun will make me sweat
it is a nasty vengeful sun
i’ll be all wet
i am going to wear it down
that’s the wrong spelling of wear isn’t it?
with all this heat i can’t think
sun stroke maybe
i'm fed up i am going to get rid of it
i'll look mean
scare it down
i'll make it go away
oh my goodness
it’s working finally
the sun is leaving
the sun is gone
hurray
oh no
i can't believe it
look
the sun
it just mooned me.
*if ya wanna add some sillies, hop on the wagon!
After the feast, Tommy was gone
Hen said, "Don't worry, won't be for long."
"He'll reincarnate,
Just sit and wait."
"He's not just SOME - POET, Tommy's a song."
"He's always a gas, loads of fun,
With plenty of wit and good with a pun."
"If you miss him,
Be sure to kiss 'em,
When he comes again to shine like the sun."
By Jan Allison:
When he struts it engorges his snood
Oh my goodness that really sounds rude
It dangles from his beak
You must go take a peek
See Tom is the king of his brood.
By ilene bauer:
He was missed, though, by all of his group
Who felt bad he was out of the loop
So they jotted some rhymes
Thinking 'bout those good times
Now he's brought back to life on the soup!
By Alexis Y:
Tommy the turkey is not gone
He's hibernating and listening to a song
When he comes back
His strut won't be whack
Maybe this time he'll arrive with loud gong
By rogerPAT Adams:
When he struts it's more of a wobble
No matter if ground, grass or cobble
Though it might seem rude
When he's in the mood
I've heard he loves to gobble!
By Jack Ellison:
Tommy can be very rude at times
But down deep, his star really shines
His heart glows bright
Nothing bad I can write
Like his author, he's a master of rhyme"
Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousey riding on the back of a cat
Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”
Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you probably can tell
Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
And Felix is enjoying it too, it appears
Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Really don't need conflict for survival
It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun
So what did you learn from this little tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale
You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV every day!
© Jack Ellison 2012
I've worked with children all my days,
The things they say sure do amaze.
"How did the baby get in you?
Will it come out with your poo?"
"You'll need much more loo paper than me,
Your bottom is so big you see."
"Why's that man got a towel* on his head,
Has he just got out the shower?" she said.
"Granny's got a prickly chin,
When she kisses it hurts my skin."
"When I'm grown up how will I know
To talk like you." she said in woe.
In the garden she did appear,
A sanitary towel to her head adhered.
"You said they're for headaches." she said with pride.
Oh my goodness how I cried.
On a visit to the beach,
"Not that sandpit." she did beseech.
"Oh no the bridge has got a leak."
When she saw a puddle underneath.
"I banged my head." she did shout,
"All my little thoughts will come out."
Oh children, children I do decree,
That life is fun when you are three.
* turban
For Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
There you go...
All succulent and thick up...
That walk you have...
That addictive jiggle...
It drives me CRAZY!!
Your eyes...
They have such magical hypnotism...
Your lips...
Oh my goodness... can I...
Can I taste them?
Come here baby...
Sit me down on the bed...
Grab the chocolate syrup..
And the whip...
And the handcuffs...
Now watch me turn into your sex slave..
As you whisper "pour it on me now."
I'm pouring the chocolate on your thighs...
HANDCUFFED!!!!
Cause I'm nasty like that...
Warm delicious chocolate...
Dripping between your thighs...
Your moan is music to my ears
As I begin to lick lick lick...
My tongue is deep inside you..
Slurping up every bit of chocolate..
Your moan gets louder as you whip my back,
saying "Ooooh eat it you nasty motherf*****"
Whipping my back harder,
I slurp it up faster until...
Your moan becomes a scream,
and now my face is soaked..
The taste of you on my lips..
You then uncuff me,
And now I enter from the back...
Hearing you gasp loud saying...
"Oh my gosh I feel you.."
Pound after pound after pound..
Smacking it and watching it jiggle
As I get the job done...
Time flies...
Doggy style...
Missionary...
Sideways...
Finally i release all over you...
And as I fall towards the bed,
You kiss my lips and whisper those words...
The words I love hearing..
"Good boy."
Mmmmm... I'm yours!!!
Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had ever met
I confess
I was somewhat obsessed
with Miss Mavis' hair as a child
perhaps it was the fact
that she was the only white woman
I'd ever seen sporting an
honest-to-Oh-My-Goodness Afro
And her hair hadn't always
looked like that
I'd seen photographic proof
pictures from the 60's that showed
her having a mile-high beehive
lacquered with layers of AquaNet
utterly unmovable
much like Miss Mavis herself
Never married, Miss Mavis' house
was unapologetically pink
in varying shades
Pink carpet, wall-to-wall
pink wallpaper, curtains, bedspread
even the ceiling above your head
pink on the tiles of the bath
pink toilet?! pink sink
pink details down to the
homemade tissue-box cozies
Looking for all the world
like the inside of an old lady 'collector's edition'
Barbie house, with rainbow-colored clashes
of crocheted kitsch thrown about everywhere
piles of clothes draped over chairs
comfy but cluttered, it had a crazy air
of outrageous audaciousness
She was more comfortable
being herself
than anyone I'd ever known
so natural
as if to say
who else would I be?
It never occurred to her
to even try
to become someone else's ideal
She was that real
Mrs. Claus was getting tired of it
He was getting too fat and it would not fit
Her fingers were bleeding from trying to sew him in
Why does he get all the attention when I have to work on him?
Oh, those elves making all that noise
It is 2015, put up a sound barrier while making those toys
Papa Claus knows I like to watch my “soaps” at twelve
But with all that noise I just say, ‘What the hell!’
And the elves are afraid of reindeer, so no one helps a bit
I have to feed them, water them, make sure their ready for their trip
Rudolf’s nose is not always so bright; I have to shine it every night
And when he has a cold, oh my goodness that gets old!
But, I do it for the boys and girls
Besides, I stamp my name on all those toys
I maybe Santa’s sidekick
But he would not get a thing done without me, not a lick!
©11/2/2015 Holly P. Moore
I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream.
Now the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh - stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...!
Come on, don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Nice white strychnine.
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night,
or perhaps go out of town...
Wait - did I just HAVE that thought??
Oh my goodness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?
Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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07/29/2015
Look okay; I have NO clue what to say,
To be honest your
Peanut to my butter
Moon to my ocean
Di** to my Con***
c*m to my v*g .
Yes I went there.
But I love you so much
You are always there for me. & I love your many accents
We can be on the phone for HOURS and have no dull moments.
We both enjoy the love for soccer & both enjoy the love of men.
We both know each other’s secrets (;
& we both get each other’s joke.
& I swear your goanna be saying
"I need the lord”
"Oh my goodness"
"This is too much"
Before the end of this month.
Now, Where Were We?
Today a caller so nice and sweet, screamed in my ear,
Everything was going so well, and she was such a dear.
A big black spider was sighted, crawling on her wall,
The sounds of distress were heard big and small.
It went on for quite a while, my ears and head are still ringing,
Then I hear the sounds of the spider, getting a massive beating.
Several thumps and stomps later and the remark, “He’s still alive!”
Again the commotion continues, this shows a woman with drive.
Oh My Goodness, it’s like a madhouse on the other end,
Where everyone is taking a dive and going around the bend.
Then finally scattered objects and noise become less,
To the sighs of relief, and the statement, “What a mess.”
Suddenly it all goes quiet, and I ask, “Are you alright?”
This is hard to take, because I have to see it without sight.
Some more motion on the other end, and I start to blush,
Where I hear the sounds of a burial at sea, by a flush.
Items now being picked up, and put in their place,
I’m hoping that she hasn’t forgotten me in her haste.
And now I hear she is back on the phone with me,
Finally composed, she said, “Now, where were we?”
Written by Michael Eastman, 8-30-2014
Twas the night before New Years
and all slept like a log
all the creatures were sleeping
except for Jackson Pug dog,
his puppies were nestled
all snug on the floor,
when he heard a noise
a rap on the door
He was up on his paws
down the stairs he did run
he opened the door
oh my goodness, what fun
A hug and a kiss
and a shake of the paw
His Mother and Father
and Mother in-law
we thought we'd surprise you
his Father did say
with presents for puppies
we picked up on the way
they all sat around a
warm crackling fire place
when Janis appeared
with a smile on her face
You could hear them all
laugh with a cock of an ear
Merry Christmas to you all
and a Happy New year