Long Goats Poems
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Let lost love last not long and laugh loud pure
Lest, loneliness lane shall lie thy heart dying
If love isn't made to get burning in the blue
Its authenticity will fade away easily when time comes
Love when real brings more defense than pretence
Love breathes hope and joy into lives crying
To make the bliss of opportunities shine bright
Love drives away fear and empower courage so true
Living a life others wish a dream freely assured
Love changes all bums become chums
Love permits lion live like a sheep amidst Goats
Love caress the prodigal; defines him to be generous
Love gives the light to the weak in the night
Love beautifies grace to cope with every possible fright
Love let life live long logically loosing lust's lengthy line
Love pays off happily without strength to cure
Love lead aright to save lost time in trial
Love heals the world like a valid vial
Love is the key to open the hardened heart
Love is awesome when it's seen and embraced an art
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I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
I find it cautic as the glass separating the sphere from the cloud,
the resignation of all trust avowed,
the interrogation of my soul via a machine,
and it's so not you...
The angle of approach to this future indemnity,
the meaning of life as we do it today-
now don't hesitate,
don't shy away or grab something insane,
you sir are not lying 45 minutes a day,
you don't deny thy find within grind,
you comply!
If it's just co-energize,
no truth deny's,
nothing hides,
say it outside-
right?
Don't despise,
don't characterize,
you'd think the internet Trumped that tonight...
Too many whites,
nor even blacks,
what's that?
Well let's attack...
One is seen,
the other unmade,
you choose,
you can even be the mate...
You can even hide in a great,
stare straight at your future plate,
get close,
get the grate...
Just trip out,
lose your faith.
The song that divides remains,
the long walk alive is strange,
let's get it here now and with a simple witness...
Don't drive,
don't even fly to cry,
don't rhyme,
it's everyone!
Everyone inside!
Say it with me-
kick it later,
it's everyone!
It's in alive!
Yo,
they ARE at the show,
show um,
show um how much you know,
end this riddle with the waltz of the Mountain Goats,
never do they need proof but a pasture where they grope,
sometime's it's O.K to just go home.
O my beloved elected chosen flock
I've loved you from everlasting to everlasting
seeking only for your good and benefit
protecting you from many of satin's blasting
You have my authorative written word
in many versions for today's culture
suitable to feed the old and young
as the enemy hovers like a vulture
My word is preached through many forms
on radio, TV, web and MP3 to suit your ease
but what effect does it have upon you
looking down don't see many on their knees
Laws are passed in government places
that deny my authority and my pleasing
where is my voice in all of this
I promise you I'm not teasing
The days of my return is getting shorter
don't forget it's certain I will come
then I'll separate the sheep and goats
heaven is being prepared just for some
Is there any faith on this earth?
real dynamic stuff fully trusting on me
willing to stand no matter the cost
where's sacrificial living? I can't see
Get ready for my return as time's short
in a moment I will certainly appear
then it will be absolutely too late
for those not showing godly fear
I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Millie and Billy were only five years old
but didn't always do what they were told.
Mom and Dad took them to visit the zoo
Millie wore a pink hat, and Billie's was blue
Mom said, "Children, we must stay together,
and wear a raincoat in case of rainy weather."
Millie whispered in Billy's ear until he giggled
and danced in circles, wobbled and wiggled.
They fed striped zebra and watched seals swim.
Had lunch under a tree and climbed on a limb.
They rode the little train that encircled the park,
neither aware that it was now cloudy and dark.
They both laughed at elephants having a bath
but didn't notice they were on the wrong path
because Mom and Dad were nowhere in sight.
Millie took Billy's hand and held it real tight.
They heard thunder louder than the lion's roar
and then suddenly a cold rain started to pour.
They were soaking wet without their raincoats
and huddled together near a pen of baby goats.
Someone was calling them with a familiar voice
Millie and Billy knew they'd made a bad choice
by wandering too far off from Mom and Dad.
They were all together and everyone was glad.
November 8, 2022
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One flag one country
in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had a name.
A round the conference table there was a spontaneous applause
So little had gone right for them the chairman suggested
In the spur of the moment to find a common name for
Palestinians and Jews referring to the group Lapwejs, there
Was a long silence, but the idea was sound only the name
Lapwejs didn’t have a melodious tone; a comity was formed to
Study the idea if they succeed the people of that part
Of the world would end discrimination s everyone was equal
Of course they had to come up with a new flag on that
Look like Greek copy, but had several warm friendly colors.
No one would be call anti-Lapwejs or something similar.
The hero
What taste best goat or sheep meat
A furious argument broke out between the cook
And his galley boy this was when the ship was in a storm
And Captain Carlson was on the bridge trying to save
The ship (remember 1950) the ship sank but Carlson
refused to leave the ship until everyone was safe.
The cook refused to let go of his pots and pans and
Was thrown into the sea screaming goat meat is best.
Captain Carlson was a hero, ticket tape parade.
The cook bought land in Patagonia farming goats.
The violinist
The cook on the ship (Liberty type) had broken
In half and the cook felt so neglected he bought
Land and farmed goats, he was doing well and
needed a man to look after his flock.
A Nordic person came looking for a job he
Wanted to get away from the civilized world
Since the Antarctica is too cold he came here.
A funny thing with new it can travel fast and
Move slowly but it always gets around.
It appeared the hired hand had been a violinist
Of the highest caliber, but at a concert when
Stretching to get to the highest note he lost his
Trousers and reviled to the world he wore
Ladies under garment, the audience erupted
in laughter. End of concert.
The cook now a goat farmer got the news in
The nearest town he never told the musician
When his ship sank he had not been a hero
And knew he could not go to New York again
Like soft green grasses we have grown,
Less than halve we have our self shown;
Our heads happily swaying in the air,
Physique painting fields in green color;
At the irrigation of the poor farmer,
We bloom a smile brim-filling in splendor;
Thanking him for tending us,
Feeding us; freeing us from clutches;
Like school-going children we sway,
Feeling free; yet we carefully keep away;
From sadness of the past and present,
Smiling and swaying and waving around;
Let sun shine hard or the moon soft,
Let the fog fall thick or snow shower oft;
Let untimely rain our naked body wet,
Let dewdrops in secret our shabbiness set;
Termites, aphid, weevil, beetle and moths,
Like social enemies let our cells swath;
Storms or tempests or hurricanes severe,
Let blow hard on us as though many a spear;
Goats graze on us; cows and buffalo too,
Blue bulls, let, bring the worst of woe;
We’ll be never shaken or feel forsaken,
As our roots, in the mother earth, are waken;
Our convictions, like our roots, are firm,
To feed the farmer and his home kingdom;
Where his kids, like us, are growing,
And, like us, in joy and sadness glowing;
And to the wide world where the hungry,
Are waiting for grains to live poverty-free...
07 December 2021
a young boy once lived in a zoo
round him such a hullabaloo
to earn his full daily keep
he looked after all the sheep
shovelling up their mounds of poo
to change his one job he pestered
and with the truth he so twisted
then he looked after the goats
their smell was beyond a joke
regrets the story invented
now caring for baby camel
but was way too much to handle
on him they dribbled and spat
the next day he wore a hat
but still was too hard to handle
then he looked after the rabbits
but they had many bad habits
from him they would hop away
and would never stay and play
they treated him like a bandit
then he tried with the quacking ducks
here he had so much better luck
giving them bread by the pound
they would follow him around
now with small nests they would get stuck
rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane
rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing
rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks, hens move on my doorway
sparrow, tailor birds soaked in the grove
flapping wings and feathers seek warm
rain comes and wets coconuts and betel-nuts trees
raindrops fall as trees tears
rain comes on the poorly pond
fishes are playing hide and seek around
kingfisher waits to make a dish of fish
in food natures allow- no bond
rain comes on paths, quay, field
a passerby walks with an umbrella
ship discharges goods
soaking child play mirthfully
rain comes on little boys and girls of the village
they use banana leaves on the head like an umbrella
rain comes on the desert
quenches its thirsty heart
rain comes around us
venomous, non-venomous snake crawls on frog liberally
earthworms cultivate soft field gamely
rain comes, water plays its rule over all
urban drains are full of naughty- garbage water
urbane street and footpath flooding
skyscraper building floating on immobile stinky water
rain comes unsurprisingly
cholera, diarrhea touches neighbor slum child
rain comes, roaring flood attacks terribly
dead crows, cows, dogs, mice in the urban dustbin
rain comes, soggy feelings on my sight
I do not find my pet cat and tame dog
rain comes, flooding, around my flooding
the street tong tea stall flooded away
supplying daily foods-goods are short
the tariff rate is high
rain comes with a price hike
rain comes but the doctor does not come
water cause patient increases day by day
rain comes with snow coolness
cough harasses beloved voice
I'm not hearing a welcome song of rain
rain comes and I come-
by the right eye, I see elated life of around nature
by the left eye, I see gloomy death is nature’s feature
-August 13, 2018 Chattogram