Long Goslings Poems

Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s home...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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We’re in a casual conversation on the point of shooting Ducks,
and how they’re not bad on the palate, as long as someone plucks
the flamin’ feathers off the birds, ‘cause by the time they’re bare,
we can’t...

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Akin to daffodils got to puff the magic dragon GoDaddy seed achieve
visibly absent pride and prejudice where aggrieve
ment unseen, as careening human bits believe
where forebears of Adam and the ants sandy dunes cleave
species pollination, yet...

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I was a knowledgeable color expert, with a degree in enthralling color theory,
And was proficient with color related software, like evening sun grown weary.

With cognizance of color psychology, and emotional effects of different hues,
I created...

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“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late afternoon
sunshine wide open
as if waiting hungrily 
for more food 
she...

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Dark and the Light- or- The Goose and the Bride


Act  1
Sunlit promenade juts majestically into the musical pond, spying a Hen Goose appearing to 
be sitting on her nest at the end of the...

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Earth's golden orb rises o're the new eastern sky,
Where red sandhills and goslings blithely fly.
The secret mist of the morning bids its final adieu,
As a young day spontaneously, begins anew.

A spectacular derby in technicolor array,
Creation...

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Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. 
Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. 
Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on slippery stones for a spider...

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One day it's Doctor Seuss.
Now it is a goose
who took to the back of a bulky brown moose.
It was said the goose had a bald head
of an eagle who is exceptionally regal.
The goose rode the...

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One day it's Doctor Seuss.
Now it is a goose
who took to the back of a bulky brown moose.
It was said the goose had a bald head
of an eagle who is exceptionally regal.
The goose rode the...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven

The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings
There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings
To unfurl and let fan the crisp ensconced feathery quills
Litter and...

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Towards the middle of the April the wind changes and the showers fall,
We hide under the branches of an old fir tree sheltering from the rain,
All is well as the rain sweeps across the shallow...

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After Labour Day

summer sizzled 
pressure of humanity
 has retreated into the city like a 
mollusk into its shell
the stillness is echoed from 
the bark of a farm dog, the call 
of coyote in the grain...

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I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.

Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings...

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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...

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As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking in the sprawling lap of nature
Soaking in curative warm sun’s...

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The E(n)dge


I leave damp mudprints 
there where I met the shore.

The dragonflies' dances,
the goslings scrammed,
and I for now (or 'lo, for once)
exhaled.  Edges do that.

A turtle somewhere spied me
not spying a frog; quick to...

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The carcass of beauty spent and done
picked clean by scavengers of time;
whose sated memories of summer
ask for no quarter and offer none.

Winter winds tango with scattered leaves
in tune with a different drummer;
spinning fragments of color...

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If the wind changes and the showers fall heavily on meadows and glades April is Green,
Buds and leaves grow quickly on these green days everyone can see that there is a sun,
Walk through villages, commons...

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Last winter on the village pond, but three
Geese.  Brilliant white with yellow beaks, come see,

With pride they sit and guard the village green,
Such anserine confidence must be seen.

Spring spawns new life right here, remarkably,
Nine...

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If God was human, would He murder, steal
     like us? Or would He lie, harm, and deprave, 
drug-dealing deadly, fentanyl pain pills
     for middle-class America's drug rave?

Do...

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Upon the waters waiting still,, a scudding duck decends.!

Dragonflies hover over blossoms and leeches deep,
Geese shake their heads, as they are passing the fronded willows, in verdant pleats
Hissy hiss is all they say,with their blatant...

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Found two pretty white spotted deer
Grazing blissfully in the woods
I approached on tiptoe, so careful
But, staring straight at me they stood

I walk around this lovely pond
Family of geese-mom, pop and goslings
Jump right in. Flaunting-looking at...

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Greening trees thatch back
a tattered sky.
The cock-a-hoop of Cardinals,
roosters and cawing crows
all kicking-up patches of sound,
ruddy periods in the catchy sonics,
canorous stops and starts.
all in a catawampus.

I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats...

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