Goose Poems

We leave the fifth grade reunion, go to another school
to a place that's much calmer

No more tag or hide and seek or 
gathering in a circle to play Duck Duck Goose.

No more random stories,
from rolling the story cubes.

No more hanging...Read More

O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a noose
tears for the gander, oven...Read More

Satellite dishes are blown apart
in the wind.

She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
but her smile is bright and perky.

The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and windows.

On a plasma screen
death strikes us with a toothy banality.

The weather girl is...Read More

Shall I dare think of him?

The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin.

Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called.

Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago.

My goose pimpled back caressed by warm brick walls.

Your hands on my hips,time carved,never...Read More

Poem by Koffi Mtonga

If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd be a sculpted tree with white roses

The women, Beautiful and elegant in their stature, 
would be the white roses that blossom earnestly.

Like branches frolicking in the twisting wind,
the...Read More

      His goose
      is cooking
in a large cauldron
   yet he's adding
    more firewood.
   Hmm, OK then!




*not referring to anyone*
Date: 02/01/2020...Read More

On an ancient sea cave wall appeared a drawing, of a tribal leaf clad pair awash with eros.
Fingers, hearts and hands in swirling patterns, chronicle their wonder world enchantment.
Deep blue eyes that eerily engage another’s longing send a shiver.
Red tinted...Read More

lyrical animal it’s clearly tangible cannibal for poachers of animals
 radicals 
discarding anything valuable to humans saving sheep from wolves waking up sleeping bulls
wolf cry’s full moon howling 
I’m prowling on foot growling plans at thousands scouting riches capital 
casuals...Read More

January will slip down the drive soon; 
I will buy new cleats for my boots.
My neighbor cut his Maple tree down,
we only miss it in Autumn.
Winter has its dull days
when for a while, the weather turns itself off,
but then there...Read More

My heart skips
A beat when
I see you
My breath shortens
When you say hello
When you look
At me and smile
A feeling of love
Whisks me away
far, far away
Just listening to
The sound of your voice
Gives me goose bumps 
All over my body
...Read More

If there were no poetry...there would be people we would not know 
People like William Shakespeare and Edger Allen Poe 

If there were no poetry...What would Emily Dickinson be 
Would she live in isolation or live a bit more free...Read More

If we must have war,
let our leaders
put themselves on the front line -
if they did so,
we might not have so much war....Read More

The world is an oven
we live in

With each scorching,
its temperature grows

Unable to stop,
hands fall off the clock

Left roasting
—goose cooking below

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020) 
...Read More

I am going to be the next Dr. Suess.
I can make things rhyme at the turn of a goose.
I am terrific at shaking people loose
Stand back man, I am enjoying my juice.

Hold up!  Maybe Tim Burton is more my...Read More

Brave bird, soaring overhead yonder
   O, breathtaking bird --- PLOP! ---
I need repair to shampoo my hair and ponder

Noble steed, racing like the wind o'er yonder
   O, swift stallion --- NOT THAT WAY, CRAZY HORSE! ---
I...Read More

The spectacle of nature
Revealed to the senses
As seasons blend
A connection bound up
Where none can affect
In the well worn trail of the mind
Where the gray dawn revealed 
Where the gray fox crossed 
A wisp in the fog
And the goose wings shone...Read More

Suddenly over the sudden years
I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross -
the weight of sundry uncharted days.
Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder
and not the broken spool in a cassette tape.

A subfuse goose whispers:...Read More

Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)

If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn

(billy me I merrily Joel King),
down house i.e. mancave...Read More

early this morning
below snowy clouds
i saw a solo Canadian
goose not flying
south but north 

perhaps he forgot 
to pack something
in his bag for surely
being an old snow
bird he wants warmth

more then anything
but then perhaps not 
for where is the 
warmth of...Read More

The Moose
When let loose
Was chased by a goose
The Goose called a Truce
He knew it was no use
He'd run out of puff
The going got tough
Then over the road
An inquisitive Toad
With Big Bulging Eyes
That spied Juicy Flies
The Flies were aware
Of that Toady...Read More

"The Grey Goose and the Languages of Doves"



He threw the Grey Goose 
out the window,


It landed on 
The Road;


shattered in a dozen 
sharp glistening diamond
different ways 
on a day 
that meant a dozen 
different peaces -
but its mind
landed on its
webbed...Read More

The goose came to a hidden bump on the road

And wondered whether to fly or walk for a bit

But on reflection in a nearby puddle she feared

That piloerection was more than a natural reflex


Turned her back to the kind obstacle...Read More

Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As in gnashing and grinding of canine
As rain, like beads of sweat, acne and goose pimples
Break...Read More

Well, it all started when
Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels
that Captain Morgan
couldn't go out
and get himself
some Wild Turkey.
Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad,
Captain Morgan like some of you,
really enjoys his Southern Comfort.
But mostly in the form of a woman named Wild Irish...Read More

The wicked is calling the wicked 
wicked
Oh what a wicked
The wicked is calling the wicked
Wicked
Who is really wicked?
The wicked is calling the wicked 
Wicked
Can’t you see that something is wicked?
Wicked man,
 Wicked woman, 
Wicked boy,
 Wicked girl
Wicked church
Wicked preacher
Wicked teacher
Wicked...Read More