on a quiet pond
goslings are born in the green~
sweet balls of gold fluff
onto the water
drifting after mom and dad~
a goose in training
Geese are never all alone.
They live everywhere together.
But I am an ugly gosling always alone.
Meanwhile my family has each other.
Geese are always flying free.
While I live so flightlessly,
They live their lives and just be.
I am on my own and free, but I'm lonely.
A big dog is pooping out on my lawn.
One I hate – Bill Gates – appears from nowhere.
He scoops up the poop and places it on
a stick as he views me in my underwear.
He chases me, scaring me with that crap.
And suddenly I’m in a sea far from land.
Thinking I’ve escaped from Bill Gates’ trap,
I swim toward the beach. A shark’s on my hand!
People who’d seen me had screamed and then fled.
I’m thinking the shark had made them afraid,
then notice I’m topless and I turn red.
Where did the shark go? Do I need first aid?
I look down and see that I’ve got no feet.
Bill Gates is the shark! To sea I retreat.
A mermaid I am now, cute as can be.
Ryan Gosling, Merman, comes to save me!
Mother Goose is old
Her nest has got cold
Her goslings have grown
They have nests of their own
Now this old Goose is alone
Goosey Goosey Gander
Decided to wander
Some time ago
He met a Goose named Flo
Without letting his wife know
Mother Goose was baffled,
And with her feathers ruffled
She flew into a rage
Which made her gosling scuffle
Her goslings have all left,
Mother Goose was feeling bereft
Her wayward husband is dead
He got shot in the head
A poacher filled it with lead
Now, the grown-up Mother Goose,
She was fancy free and footloose
One sunny day
She went out for a wander
And started to quack
With an elderly gander
The old gander was very spruce,
And was immediately attracted
To old Mother Goose
They soon married
All dressed up in their best
And lived happily ever after
In their shared cosy nest.
If the day gone without a memory
My heart won’t skip from you.
So don’t worry.
You look like an angel
Beauty doesn’t get pale.
Your sweet voice like a gel
It will stick with me forever my love.
My heart gets empty without your feeling,
When you are not with me
I feel very lonely.
I can’t say it in words.
I am speechless,
Just stay with me,
Do not leave me.
I can’t be the same without you.
My love is only for you.
I will not leave you but will give a lovely embraced kiss.
It is a constant promise.
I will never break it my girl.
Your solace is like a heavenly remedy.
Your words and love are not parody.
Your voice creates beautiful melody.
Please believe me and come with me.
We will explore the pretty World.
We will see the gosling and swans in the river.
Their beauty will build our inner weaver.
We will create dresses for our kids in future.
Show me my path and be my teacher.
So please be with me.
Just don’t leave me my girl because
You are my world.
That’s all.
A winged horse, a unicorn
glides so effortlessly, airborne
blazing its way in early morn
o'er ears of sun-ripe golden corn
Spying a gosling from its mother torn
This winged horse, our unicorn
Gathers its courage for an epic warn
Poor thing ~ it's missing its horn
Bundle of yellow
Waddling behind the gaggle
Gander honks message
Upon the lawn lifeless form
Still, small gosling three weeks old
Days pass sad mood stays
Summer passes into fall
White geese waddle home
Gaggle recovers from loss
Winter cold no match for down
Spring appears in hues
Testosterone surges forth
Gander flutters wings
Gosling leads the flock forward
Gaggle honors bravery
Premature gosling, broken from the egg,
gasp for breath in primordial refuse.
Blindly search for your absent mother’s leg;
shiver until death’s caress sets you lose.
Somewhere hiding in the shadow of mendacity,
the unsightly gosling awaits the storm to subside.
Gathering knowledge and experience to survive,
she is besieged by thoughts about “how to”.
No matter her direction she faces a wall.
Dilemma after dilemma solved by trial and error.
Exhausted she turns to the lake for comfort.
The silky sensation of caressing water calms her.
Forgetting all the negativity, she resolves anew
to never again feel defeated and mundane.
She vows to live her self for what she is.
Grown, a once ragged babe glides to calmer water.
As the sun kissed the dew on hilltops it silently
moved across the glassy lake seemingly searching.
The gosling, startled out of hushed reverie watched
as her reflection painted itself on the black water.
Ragged yellow feathers, turned beautifully white.
A long slender neck arching gracefully crowned
the creatures flawless features, each so exquisite.
The swan smiled to herself. She was contented.
© Nov 5 2010 Charles Henderson
All my mortgage years
This featherless gosling flightless
Kept chickens for peers
Suffering gravity's wretched pain
While dreaming of the southland
Coded in my bones
Like a chicken I circled
The pond of tears, while the lake
Brimmed with spectacled
Difference of salt ambition
O how the memory hibiscus
Withering seared my heart!
I did not know I did not have to pay
For home if I let it go again
To the bankers that count day's
In piles of cents, I shed
The modern chain and fled the shed
Of tumbling debt to joy.
I shed her savage memory
That held like a cyclops
Gripped my fledgling history
And all the goats there
Were too starved to carry whom I am
Protege of the risen lamb
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