Goes Poems

I wonder where the wind goes

I wonder where the wind goes
To be alone
To listen
To the whispers
Of idle leaves
Eavesdrop on the 
Ripples of the pond
Succumb to the silence
Of nature’s hum
Huddle in the shade
With un-tumbling tumbleweeds
Vagabonds sharing a story
In a dusty train yard

And The Oscar Goes To

All the lovers...will be bummin'

All the haters...will be hummin'

At the Oscars...they'll be drummin'

I did NAZI...that one cummin'

Wren goes in cat door in garage

cat flap in garage is frequented by a wren
as if she owns the place, she hops right in
this is day two, that I have seen this sight.
If a cat is inside there, she is not so bright.

Time Goes On Without You

It's with something as heavy as death or light as silence 
Time going on leaving us behind ignoring our presence 
Unless you give your voice no one knows your alive
In a world where no one cares you'll be left deprived 
People will miss you but how would know if don't connect
Not connecting is like resting

She Comes and Goes with Your Tides

Some have watched her rising
from an ocean of time.
Her sightings return at the pull
of each luna cycle.

No clamshell boats for her,
after she rises from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
she's only to be seen driving a classic
Chevy convertible or riding
a gayly adorned donkey.

She is sister to desert nights,
and all the dance moves
of the free roaming

Life goes on

Life goes on by Adejola Joseph
Life goes on
Live for today
And let tomorrow take care of itself
Life is fun
Don't hang somewhere being a sadist
Live life love life
Live to the fullest
Because life goes on.

Anything Goes

Perhaps he's crackers
to embrace glitz
(to paraphrase Irving Berlin)
'Putin on the Ritz'
tho'
'Sometimes something is better than nothing'
went the writing on the wall
yet
'Too much of nothing'
(wrote the Zimmerman)
is really no good at all
and
'Everything comes to those who wait'
an optimist put in prose
but
Cole Porter said it best
when he wrote, 'Anything Goes'

Bazball or Bazbat goes soft and flat

Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe need to mull over a cull of this rigmarole..

Can’t pretend..is the end of this spangly jangly new fangled trend…nothing off the shelf…just

Surreal cartwheel sublime PANTomime time

No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping..

Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his

everything goes into a puppys mouth

he’s a puppy, everything goes into his mouth
piece of paper, spiral notebook, birthday card, screwdriver,
glass lightbulb, copper spring, nail gun, jewelry,
When we hear his teeth clicking we try to see what he has
He runs from us
Fishing it out is not an option
He has super large teeth
We have to trade him something

pop goes the summer

grains in sunglasses,
one pops with enthusiasm—
too much heat to chill.

There Goes The Baker

The echoes in cartoons,
The sermons in static,
How every chorus begs us
To wake, or vanish.

Maybe God is a director.
I don’t know.

But the script is too perfect,
And the extras too hollow,
Like the background forgot
How to breathe on its own.

There goes the Baker. 
Popping pills in his blue buggy 
with one red ball and another blue dangling from

Where Life Goes

When winter arrives
Icicles manifest around my heart
The Earth is barren
Roses wilter and decompose
Absorbed within grey dirt

Where oh where does life go?
Does it migrate with the doves?
Does it freeze up in the lakes?
Is it buried within the lonely graveyard?
Carried in the cold breeze
With the dying leaves

In the deepest darkest nights
When the moon restarts its cycle
And you

THERE SHE GOES, MY BEAUTIFUL MUSE

[Verse 1]
The lithium, the satellite
The blood moon in a sleepless night
The reels you posted, burning bright
Still echo in my chest
The AI wrote a lullaby
The sea caught fire, the wires lie
But somewhere deep behind my eyes
She dances like the rest

[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes with nothing to lose
There she goes, and I light

She fits in everywhere she goes

She is a child of the mountains, of meadows, lakes, and seas.
A pirate queen, faerie princess, ninja warrior, consultant to a king.
Sliding into crevices others might not understand; only herself to please.
She fits in with so many; her plethora of talents of which others sing.

A bit of a pyromania, loving the reds and oranges of

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