Goon Poems

Acute Childhood Astronomical Paranoia

In the sky, a brightly shining sun
is sending rays to catch someone, 
but 'neath the trees I swiftly run.  

Now, the hunt is taken by the moon,
but she won't snatch me very soon.
I peek from bed at that cratered goon,

who, undaunted, does then recruit
reinforcements, evil stars that shoot 
twinkles at me, in hot pursuit, 

but I'm laughing, oh so loud, 
stars in bed, sun behind a shroud. 
What's this - I'm chased by a cloud!

Everything in the heavens, high, 
is after me, an important guy.  
Do you know the reason why?

meeting the new guy

Ed is a beast, a bruiser, a big baboon
We expected a lumbering oaf, a goon
Her description had much jocundity
He was quite lovely, as we would soon see
Why did you set us up thinking he was a clown?
I knew when you met him, there’d be no letdown.

MOON ON A SPOON

(Sponsor : Kai Michael Newmann)

MOON ON A SPOON 

If I could I would 
fetch you the moon 
on a spoon

Oh ? Really ! 
you ballyhoo coon
you make me swoon

If I could I would 
fetch you the moon 
on a spoon

Why not bring me 
a chocolate cocoon 
I will wriggle out 
festooned !

If I could I would 
fetch you the moon 
on a spoon

We will eat it at noon
in our magical room
then to our doom !

If I could I would 
fetch you the moon 
on a spoon

My goon, so goop !
Where are you from ?
a souk goof ?

If I could I would 
fetch you the moon 
on a spoon
 
How ?

Lo ! I do not know !
My spoon has
sailed with a 
monsoon 

And the moon
has fallen into
a true blue
lagoon too
soon !

What if Six Spaceships

There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?

She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships dropped away from the moon?
Now I’m on a roll and cannot quit
Loving the reaction of this shocked little nitwit

What if a komodo dragon bit your arm?
Her face has turned purple pink with alarm
The what if’s help me write, I say
She has not written one word by the end of the day

though she claims a writer is who she wants to be
Her imagination is stonewalled by herself, her worst enemy
I am a writer she tells everyone who is brand new
I roll my eyes at my delusional cousin, Prue.

Cowardly Buffoon

He is a cowardly buffoon
Less cowboy than poltroon
Cringes in fear at the moon
Afraid of bubbly lagoon

Doesn’t make anyone swoon
Terrified of a small raccoon
Shrieks and hides from a blown-up balloon
A forever alone weird little goon

Jaw's Light

Full of joy moon
Coming soon night
The goon in trap

©Mahtab Bangalee

Bassoon the goon and the Rit'uss wonez

Freid Manoes and Oysters
with waffles and fried leeks
with bacon and maple gravy.
That Ole Gal tried
to stuff us up like hogs.
Man the boudin was meaty,
 the burgers beefy
sipping wine
feelin soothed and satified!
Right that one down:
think bout using it!
I thought that leomey cream cheese
was bit norther
but it worked good wit dah maple gravy
ya'll! Ohh we, nuts for all!
Can't keep queit 
when the sound is groovin
shakin it up and down
keep my body movin
aint no party like
the ones with you
tell me what we gonna do
I want the morning
wiff you
I want the night to stay
and last alittle longer
so we can always be in love you see.

Success

Those who deserve in return , more ,
Often are betrayed playfully by Fate ;
The turmoil and the hardships in spate ,
Leave the invincible contender sore ;
One might as well lose the pursued track ,
Or the path that to triumph doth lead  ;
Cruel Destiny and her goon squad heed
But to the whims and pre-ordained crack ;
Thus bringing down the well built stand  ,
And even the earnestly seasoned soul ;
Yet even the righteous Divinity cries 'foul' !
If the honest struggler ever fails to land ;
Every pursuit just , fair and nobly done
Surely fetches blessed success from heaven .

Bubbles from the Moon

She blows the prettiest bubbles from the moon.
Adorable! Said an antelope, who acts like a goon.
She is probably coming back to earth, and I mean soon.
This was stated by a gossipy grandpa baboon.

Happy National Poetry Month

Senryu, haiku, monoku, and haibun,
quotes, free verse, iambic pentameter.
Poems about love, death and religion,
for you from the pen of this amateur.

Limerick and footle to make you smile,
kimo, etheree, nonet for their form.
Sonnets and couplets give us love stories,
quatrains and tercets to keep our hearts warm.

So many ways to say that I Love You,
or you can kiss my rear you dumb buffoon.
Starlight from Heaven can never compare,
to the light from your eyes, you stupid goon.

See you don’t have to have a diploma,
or be experts in writing poetry.
Just put your thoughts down onto some paper,
then you too can be a poet like me.

Moon Moods

MOON MOODS

Over a sink full of dishes I stand
Fry pans, coffee cups, sudsy hands
When I notice an ominous moon
Angry face signals bad things coming soon.

Weary from  a day of dashed hopes
My mind turned to bubbles like soap
Then I threw down my wet, dirty sponge
And went out the back door with a lunge!

I climbed up my yard’s tallest tree
To the tippy top branch I could see
Then I whistled the 5-Star alarm
And swung from stars arm over arm.

Til at last I was before that old moon
Who looked at me like I was a goon
“Your face looks so troubled and mean,
“Foreshadowing the bad things you’ve seen.”

The moon took a breath, unfurrowed his brow
“Thank you, my sister, for stopping me now.
“I’ve been feeling lonely and just out of sorts,
“But you bring me cheer, and some stunning rapports.”

I turned for a minute to bask in his glow
When things all went screwy and more I don’t know
But I turned my head back and the dishes did beckon,
But the moon shown a happier and nicer reflection!

Clangers - Turn Left At Mars

They sent me on a spaceship to walk on this dusty moon
I looked back upon planet Earth which almost made me swoon
I came to meet a Clanger and I hoped I’d meet one soon
But I can’t even find a dragon with a serving spoon

I headed for a mound that looked a little like a dune
To hear their classic whistle would be something of a boon
There and then I’d settle for a smuggled in baboon
Or to find an area where Clanger hair was strewn

But then a flick of dust kicked up but with no whistled tune 
I tracked it to a critter that looked like a green raccoon
I asked the creature where the Clangers spend their afternoon
The creature said, “The Clangers live on planet ‘Blue’ you goon.”

I leapt back in my spaceship which was called The Macaroon
A strange name for a spaceship but my monorhyme is oon
I jetted off to ‘Blue’ and I arrived half way through June
And then I met the Clangers and they sold me a balloon

She's a Mummy From Saskatoon

Hung on a brick wall the mummy looks spooky 
its Halloween time and her timing is fluky 
she prowls down the lane committing mutiny
hostile as a devil she breathes foul frumenty

Dried up like an old prune she flies like a goon
hovering over the kids that live in Saskatoon 
with a menacing laugh she fills them with doom
as they run to hide they leave plenty of room

But oh how she knows where the children go 
with their looby loo ways spilling candy intoe
she's been well preserved and is full of woe 
angry as a witch who just stubbed her toe 

Better close that door and lock it twice 
she's mad as a hornet and not very nice 
sucking on brains is her only device 
this mummy from Sask, never knocks thrice.

Mooning

Just mooning
and buffooning

Covertly stepping behind the veil
Dancing and prancing under the new moon
Burning candles and chanting, leaving no trail
Dark, unscrupulous wishes coming soon 

Now,  laughing and frolicking under the full moon
When you should be wishing upon a star
Daytime you appear as an angel but when night falls, you're a goon
My, what a selfish, controlling parasite you are

Like a fisherman at his favorite pond
You insidiously cast your rod of malevolence into the night
Reeling in an unwitting victim's essence just for kicks and fun
The poor soul didn't even know he was in a fight

But this is no fun and games
The stark thirst for manipulation and control can be tragic
The Universe is watching and recording faces and names
Karma is the return to sender of black magic

Little Miss Kisses the Moon

Little miss came out to kiss the moon
Her lips were puckered, and not too soon
She’s a show off said the sandman goon.
I never liked her spouted a red raccoon.

She is okay, said a creepster named McVoon.
He is not well-known in the meadow of the moon.
Matter of fact, I think he moved into town at half past noon.
Lots of talk about the kissing of the crescent moon.

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