Going Poems

i'm going to start wearing a ruff

my son is having weekly online lessons. with 
a tutor. that is an assertive declarative fact.
and so is the asiatic toad. 
ploughing represents life.

clumsy, stumbling stuff
i now own five different lanyards around my neck
and can get into many places with confidence. 
cullinan diamond.

the tutor is a university student. he asks, 'my dad  
wants to

Are you going to Canbrerra'

Some go to canberra to look at the sights.'
Some went in 22, to complain on its blights.'
Its a strange old place canberra.' A shop window of sorts.' A (w e f) example of just 
What has been bought.' Gee thery are a strange mob in 'that place' but the best place
TWOT'S; to see..And in great

I'll Keep Going

Creation…brings aggravation,
what I’m plinking…can’t match what I’m thinking.
It’s this way…since our early days,
sad to say; but I’ll keep going.

What I see…lives only in me,
can’t come out…wants to, but not allowed,
hear it plain…what I make to play,
ain’t the same; but I’ll keep going.

The details…I try to no avail,
share what’s clear…make it all appear,
always fails…what I write

Going Down

I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter

Celebrating Christmas Without Going Broke

By Christmas Day each father
and mother, also known as Santa and Mrs. Claus,
should have fulfilled “Dear Santa” letters
and other wish lists. They overspend, but for a great cause!

Expensive foods, grandiose home improvements,
and decorations are added. Guests will be so impressed.
Bank balances shrink; credit cards get maxed out,
but—By George!—mom, dad, and kids will be well dressed.

Money’s

What My Sister Told Me After Going To Heaven

There are no words to describe, 
the pain you feel inside,
when you are told,
your little sister died.

I got the call while at work,
my sister told me through tears,
her pain coming from a place so guttural,
she screamed it to me "Angie is dead."

Not "Angie has passed away,"
she screamed "Angie is dead!" 
there was something in the

Evil has a home and all of Evil is going to its Home in Hell

 Evil is going to its "Home and it is called "Hell"!Here is the truth! Do you mis-use love when it is given to you? if you do-------you are on your way to "Hell for certain"!

It's Going Down, Real Easy

I cannot tell you when it first began.
Long before I broke away — before I ran.
A newborn flame with a radiant glow,
In a sea of bright stars that blaze and flow.

Going down easy — like rivers to the sea.
Drifting through stories that carry all of me.
Going down easy — with no struggle, no plea,
I give

Coming and Going

                              Creating               
         

Going the Limit

Scientists are expending time and energy
to invent a flushless water toilet.
But why stop there? Why not go the limit
by eliminating the need to go at all?
Or would the paper industry
take “tissue” with that possibility?

Going With The Flow

Some thoughts on the subject of going with the flow.
Some different viewpoints that you may want to know.
Don’t fight against the current it knows where it should go.
It avoids the obstacles dashing to and fro.

How should we see a person going with the flow?
They may be seen as lazy or even just slow.
Pitching the oars

I Don't Know What Is Going On, But Half The People Are Crazy

the streets smell of coffee
and the burnt ends of last night’s cigarettes.
faces move past me like they’ve been sandpapered—
eyes dull, shoulders pulled up like bad weather.

the mailman walks slower,
the bartender pours heavier,
even the pigeons look nervous.

something’s in the air—
a weight you can’t see
but you feel it pressing your ribs.

I drink my beer,
pretend I’m above it,
but

Going My Way

   Going my way?

     I’m looking for a perfect world

        Sorry, pal. I finished looking yesterday

Going Places

The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide

Got to keep going

We all wish for something more than what we see,
We’re all searching for a place where we can be free.
With every step we take, the stakes are high,
But we lift each other up, make our spirits fly.

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