Long Goat Poems
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Jack wrote a poem about his beard and it got me to thinking. What is it about our facial hair that causes us to hold on to it? For me, when I grew my first mustache at sixteen, it was almost a right of passage to manhood. When I look back at old pictures, it doesn't look so manly. My Mom had always threatened to shave it off in my sleep. She never did, so here I am Thirtyfive years later still sporting a mustache with an added Goatie under my chin. The younger amongst us may consider me an old goat so I think it is appropriate. I prefer of course to think it is distinguished, especially considering the amount of grey that has appeared. Perhaps in a few years I will look back and think, it looks as silly as that picture of my Sixteen year old Self. For now it will remain, kind of like an old friend you don't wish to part with.
Ned was grandma's billy goat,
The meanest goat in town;
Every time you crossed his path,
He'd try to butt you down!
Buddy was our neighbor,
A twisted lil' teen;
He always nagged that billy goat,
For that's what made him mean!
Fate caught up to Buddy,
We had an awful scare;
He slipped on muddy soil,
With his butt in open air!
Ned saw his target,
"KA-THUD!!"...was all we heard;
Buddy flew across the way,
I could swear he passed a turd!
Buddy tried to squeeze himself,
Between a wooden gate;
Mercy failed to comprehend,
By then, it was all too late!
Trapped like a weary mouse,
Bud's rump in open view;
Ned landed fifty thumps,
His butt turned black n' blue!
It took us all to save him,
Talk about a battered fig;
All the while he was screamin',
Like a frightened little pig!
Hot baths and epsom salts,
A lesson Buddy gained;
He slept beneath a ceiling fan,
To ease his throbbing pain!
Oh, what a laughing stock,
We teased him constantly;
"BILLY GOAT!!", we'd often cry,
Just to watch him flee!
Hooray! It’s time to write a poem
About an absolute
Disgrace by name of Kristi Noem,
Who finally got the boot.
A spotlight-craving dilettante
Who shot her dog and goat
Is not the person most would want
To hold a job of note.
Yet there she was, in camo gear,
Like she was set for war,
Though all her make-up made it clear
That she was out for more.
In ad campaigns she was the star,
With mucho millions spent,
To showcase her as Homeland’s czar,
Her failures evident.
What bothered me (and maybe you)
The most, with all she spewed,
Was, more than what she tried to do,
Her nasty attitude.
Good riddance, now; it’s way past time
The reign of Kristi Noem
Gets its comeuppance, though with rhyme,
She isn’t worth this poem.
Five young goats are playing in the field. All of them are friends. Everyday they play together, eating the same type of grass in the field.
One day, a new lone young goat came to the field, grazing on the grasses where all five friends are usually nibbling. The new kid was spotted and all five goats approached the lone kid. The lone kid was bullied and left the field injured.
After a few days, the lone kid went to the same field and ate some grasses. It was seen again and driven away by the same herd.
The lone kid went to the other side of the field where there are more greener grasses. Bigger goats arrived on the spot and the kid evaded the flock.
One night, a fairy appeared before the lone kid. The fairy said, "I am the fairy godmother of all animals here in the field. I will grant you a gift of your choice!..."
The kid was astonished and said, "My breed does not grow as big as the others. Can you help me protect myself so I can defend myself?"
The fairy disappeared after hearing it. The kid waited many hours for the fairy to come back until it fell asleep.
Early morning, the lone kid noticed that his head is heavier than usual as if it's carrying something on its head.
The kid went to the field to eat some grasses. Bigger goats saw the lone kid and were in disbelief because they saw something strange about the kid. The flock gave way to the kid. The kid is surprised because the flock distanced from him and make way wherever he walks.
Days later, the lone kid went to the same field where the five goats used to play. The herd bullied him and consequently, all five goats were hurt. That same night, the fairy appeared to the lone kid saying, "I will not punish you for what you did today. I came back to remind you of your gift."
"I didn't mean to hurt anyone," said the lone kid.
The fairy said, "You will keep your gift to defend yourself whenever it is needed, but I need to bend them."
"Why?" the lone kid asked.
"I will bend your horns as a sign of humility. Everybody will see your horns as a reminder too."
The fairy vanished after a few seconds.
I suppose that nearly every town has its share of self-appointed snobs,
A few old crabs and the usual crowd of ordinary Bills, Jills and Bobs.
In our fair village there's a character whose name is "Squire" Squab,
Whose well-known eccentricities stand out among the seething mob!
No one seems to know how the title of "squire" he acquired.
Nor has anyone that I know of really ever inquired.
He certainly isn't a lawyer, justice of the peace or judge,
Though he assumes those self-appointed roles at the slightest nudge!
He always wears a derby hat, spats and a dovetail coat.
Kids harass him unmercifully trying to get his goat!
On his daily stroll downtown he'll sidle up to some hapless soul,
With a myriad of inane propositions that he wishes to extol!
Many times at town council meetings, that august body he'll disrupt,
To denounce their ancestry, telling them that they are most corrupt!
At Baptist prayer meetings he often disturbs their peace,
And must be cuffed and escorted to jail by the local police!
Although some folks consider the "Squire" a peculiar curiosity,
Others like to think that he exudes a distinguished virtuosity!
When all is said and done, he is simply a naive and harmless guy,
But he certainly animates our town, this we surely can't deny!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Ever seen a mouse
As big as a house
Or a fly as big as your eye
How bout a bee
With a sunburned knee
Or a turkey that sniffles and cries
What about a chicken
Wearing green mittens
Or a kangaroo singing the blues
An elephant with hands
Doing hand stands
Or a hippo wearing green shoes
Here's a few more
A gold fish that roars
Or a cat with a pink feathered hat
A pet cockatoo
Named Bartholomew
Or a sensitive tiger named Matt
Or finally a goat
Sailing a boat
With a pipe sticking out of his gob
A squirrel with a cold
And a tooth made of gold
Or a hamster who's first name is Bob
© Jack Ellison 2015
I know my Damsel waits for me
Perhaps chained to some balcony
If I could only find the Key
I could set her free
The castle walls are high, I hear
Guarded by some guys, I fear
How to get inside's unclear
Planning this could take a year
This castle might just have a moat
I have no money for a boat
I can not swim, not even float
Boy, this gets my goat !
And in the moat, may dwell a fish
That thinks that I'm a tasty dish
It's not wise to take such risk
A thought, I really must dismiss
And if I got inside the gate
A dragon there, must surely wait
And eagerly anticipate
To meet with me and seal my fate
On second thought, I think I'll stay
On bended knee, I'll hope and pray
That eventually I'll find a way
And rescue her some other day
A goat without blemish
And creepers and verming
Are inserted in its mouth
Then all it's orifices are bound
The ancients sewed them up
And it driven to the wilderness
To carry away the sins of the masses
You took the fall Massiah
Carrying that cross and driven
To Golgotha carrying a heavy burden
A redemption for those willing to partake
Of the blood of the new covenant..
A lamb slain at the foundation
Of the world.. by name Word..
It took your life Uhai to create Wahyi
The prophetic word ushered life
The creating Word as the world took form
The Almighty is enthroned between the wings
Of the mighty Cherubim.. the living creatures
And the 24 elderls decree Holy holy is the Lord
Worthy is the lamb to receive the scroll
And open the seal, and proffes judgement
Lest we forget the pain and the slaughter
The rape the plunder and all the maafa
Of the land and children of the mother land
Lightening strikes, it then thunders and rain
Pours all over the land bringing renewal
Regrowth of the land signaling
As long as there is day and night
As long as harvest and planting persist
We will tend the sacred groves and proclaim
We are born of the Covenant with the Creator.
Eternity is very big.
It's high and wide and deep;
And most don't bother to prepare,
To take the final sleep.
We enjoy this life immensely.
We think that we're immortal,
And suddenly it's before us,
And we see the final portal.
Then it's too late for us to take,
Precautions and prepare,
To meet The Father of us all,
And see how much He cares;
When we stand before Him,
And His judgement we must bear,
Because to us His love meant little,
And we really didn't care,
That His Son became our scape goat,
As He hung upon that tree;
He suffered, bled and died like that,
To rescue you and me.
He gave so much to pay our debt,
And in return asked little,
And that's just what we gave Him,
And we really cannot quibble,
Over seeds that we have sown,
When there's no place to flee.
Our seeds have grown and now bear fruit.
We face ETERNITY.
She looked far off to the west
At the tiptop of the mountain range was snow
What was that black thing?
She got out her binoculars.
It was a mountain goat!
She put the binoculars down and reached her arms up high.
When she got to the goat, he jumped into her hands.
She dropped him when she got him right up close
Because the closer her hands came to her body
The bigger he got.
Plucked him off as a speck
and now that big boy weighed
at least two hundred pounds!
Her husband came out and took a look at him.
Would you please quit doing that? He asked.
It was tough being married to a sorceress.