If God was human, would He murder, steal
like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave,
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
for middle-class America's drug rave?
Do nations like ours merit more than death?
(Are Jews entitled to kill Gaza's children
with U.S. help!?). So, ganders take last breaths,
if goslings perish amidst the few millions.
But Palestine and Jews shall both survive
unlike this Land of Bigotry, Greed, Fraud,
and Hate (of ours): for genocide deprives,
and slavery's transgression opposes God.
America's Satan's flock of false sheep,
in whose guise wolves will judgment one day reap!
Categories:
ganders, america, drug, god, islamic,
Form: Sonnet
She lands on two hands with childlike innocence
a sign of the world's forward reacceptance
Spreading her wings she brings us new hope
Soon the flowers of spring will be able to cope
She's at the heartbeat of summer's best,
even when she is put to the test.
As she ganders and soars into a better tomorrow,
we like her can chase away every sorrow.
Categories:
ganders, appreciation, nature,
Form: Rhyme
My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands
Categories:
ganders, beauty, business, poems, satire,
Form: Couplet
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Sept 6, 2022
Categories:
ganders, seasons,
Form: Pantoum
my eyeball knocks like a pendulum
against the keyhole socket
too close
too personal
the beating of my breath
against the wooden door
sweat seeps into its pores
as a lovely form in negligee
drifts slowly to the floor
the reflection of a knife
sees more than I was hoping for
but the monster ganders about
paces the floor
laughs in bursts
wipes away tears
as i fear for my life
but i can’t draw the strength
to pluck my eye
out of the midst of danger
the keyhole otherworldly
has a power to hold me
suddenly the light’s extinguished
so i slowly inch from the keyhole’s grip
as a voice hauntingly asks, “are you looking for this?”
the stranger has a key wrapped around his bloody neck
this time my eyeballs scream
and turn to run
as i collapse in my negligee to the floor
and see someone’s watching me
through the keyhole door
1/5/2019
Slap the muse and turn it loose contest
John Lawless - sponsor
Categories:
ganders, dark,
Form: Free verse
I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
Categories:
ganders, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Sarah Huckabee Sanders
Her mind performs tasks that are menial;
We never considered ever being congenial;
She slanders
Then ganders;
**** star belonging in colony that is penal.
Jim Horn
Categories:
ganders, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Upon the waters waiting still,, a scudding duck decends.!
Dragonflies hover over blossoms and leeches deep,
Geese shake their heads, as they are passing the fronded willows, in verdant pleats
Hissy hiss is all they say,with their blatant contempt for the lush summers day!
The ganders enjoying their swaggering time on this fecund month of may.
While on meadow banks are waxing longer the source of septembers hay
Near lily pads
A gaggle of goslings go
Deep yellow fluffing they bob
Eyes on mom stay (close)
Egrets stream like banners
( Art white) on aqua skies.
Joe Maverick for Constance La France's four beautiful birds contest.
copyright may 2011
Categories:
ganders, animals
Form: Free verse
A novice goose farmer named Sanders,
Once wrote for advice from Ann Landers.
He'd encountered a block
To increasing his flock:
He didn't know gooses from ganders.
Categories:
ganders, animals, funny, on work
Form: Limerick