Short Goad Poems

Goad God gently into granting a glimmering gift which's genuinely glittery.



~One Liner 5 Alliteration contest by Silent One...

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A young girl with cleavage to spare
Found employment as an au pair
Her boss was excited
Because she delighted
In giving her assets fresh air...

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A young miss by the name of Elaine,
Was considered a bit of a pain.
Bawdy words just to goad.
Gaudy clothes fashion mode.
She was never invited again....

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Sured my inclination
To goad trapper's ware
For I seek to be strung
By the trap that ensnares
If only to acquaint 
With a pardoner's air
Thee whom unwittingly
Summoned my dare...

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GOOD Hope top heavy
GOAD loses envy
GLAD all is just fine
CLAD encase gold shine
CLAW sharpens for game
FLAW lessens valued claim
FLOW down the river
GLOW a horn’s glimmer

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Walking down / the distant road
Finding nau / ght but pain
Always findin / g ways to goad
Never found the / distant stair
Lying down, ou / r voices slain
For we are onl / y halfway there...

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A wheel's spoke, tightened
Of what, with guidance
Wheel-turned in motion
Loses no traction.

Lax for this , its ride
Crumples underneath.
Lax for that, its goad
Dark travelled its road...

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When you first stumbled upon me my soul was dull like coal
You never gave up and kept sight of your majestic goal
Dumb as a lamb yet humble enough to be led by your goad 
Your hard work refined my soul and made it shine like gold...

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Riding a horse or driving along a bumpy road
We follow swaying body rhythm getting to the centre
We cognise intuitively without letting lower mind goad
At the centre of our movement is where Shiva enters

Within

23-September-2020...

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DESTINY'S ROAD
You are painting the galaxies of destiny's road
I am drawing my tale of fairy toad
This is the life of uncertainty of tired load
So should we try to run away from our own old goad
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 30,  2016...

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"Thou a cacodemon" jeered the crowd.
She heard all those voices , clear and loud.
They stormed and cowed her down. 
All they wanted was to see her drown.

Tired of all the incessant goad.
She chose to lurk in her abode.
She's now another dancing clown.
With griefs that weigh her down. ??...

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Mindful eye, presence nonchalant 
Heart vibrant in monk mode
Through both highs and lows, mood pleasant 
Though ego urges goad

Spherical discernment 
Flowing in contentment 
Love it’s sole sentiment 

Feels each sigh
Mindful eye

11-January-2022
Quietus ...

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lust intoned
with death.
and people, friends,
speak of ends
of where we go..
They know, within an atrophy
they goad.

they claim then with arrogance that all is lust,
and that lovers lie to truth.
But i would find,
with my eyes,
that they still must goad...
And it means that they soon shall find their seams
unwind....

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Whispers in the outback
It takes a non-tactile
Connection to hear them
At night
Calling from the dark
I go looking
But
Cannot find them
They mock me
The living
One day
Or be it night
You will join us
To peer
Upon the living
To goad them
Their earthly troubles
Their earthy desires
Of these plains
We admire
And wonder
In a world
You seek
But
Cannot find
...

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meek, this hour
of a morning hue
shy cobweb gloss
in a frosted dew

he stood as shrubs
nay merged with trees
but matted hair
instead of leaves

though leaves a few
were woven in
a tempered bark-
like wear of skin

yet fleeting foul
and a peasant’s ploy
their rancid goad
to wheat destroy

in crop and fold
of furrowed fell
lest he be The 
Mowing Devil


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Leaders whom we followed
Are very rare, sporadic woad
Who cures by brain stowed
With lots of info like Spode.
Mrs. Jyoti Kumta, a Daniel, rode
Like a strong horse strode
And asked all of us to goad
Upon values, which we towed
Earlier on an unknown road.
Thanks to Jyoti who mowed
Our ignorance and sowed
Seeds of cognition and glowed.
She completely made an abode
In our hearts and not be decode....

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I’ve searched the deserts of my soul.
Yes, countless miles and times.
Thirsting for a place where love
could quench, this troubled will.

And so, I roamed those stead less hills
on a camel draped with gold.
Glittering noughts, I had to give.
Love was mere wanton goad.

But now, I have (just) me that’s left.
And You, my thirst relief.
Oasis of this Magi’s tref
Love, cleanse this soul its grief....

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Always concerned with mental strain
Anxiously hiding it to numb the pain 
Not quite living more like a mode 
However life will always prod and goad

Dragging you out from behind your cloak 
Whether or not you’re positioned to cope 
Dropping the ball is nearly a certainty 
When every minute is a storm at sea 

Difficult to stay in the framed moment 
Reality has vanity and plenty of wit to show it
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Everyone is raving about my words.
I slam them into a closet and brick them up.
I am finished with them. They have not saved me.

I am in full despair mode.
Nothing is making me happy.
I am a train wreck of one.

My love is gone.
Worse than dead, he went with another.
Words? Shut up! I hate them now.
I hate everything.
I even hate you.
How dare you try to goad me
Into happiness.

Let me wallow....

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If you walk straight under the
shadow of moon, to the salt lake
death will blow a long whistle.
Everything was ruined in war of words.

There was no peace in the heart,
even after meditation, the mind
drove for the flesh, caressing neither
blameless womb nor Oedipus.

The dead forefathers goad the hypocrisy
till the blood spurts out from
the black navel of centuries
and the forgiveness stands naked....

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I am beginning to reckon
That to Miss Tracy I beckon
I permit to my image ruin
With the strength of the rains of June;
In the end self-esteem erode
And parts of my flesh corrode
And Miss Tracy lavishly goad
To balance on my shoulders load
I should see its rubbishy content
To delay not a vile intent…

I’m now some cycle Tracy rode,
For which like river she had flowed;
Thunderous laughter did explode....

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Listen to poem:

a Curtal Sonnet 

AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad 
it to subservience penned up in stalls.

Singularity approaches quickly 
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.

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The queen has all the power
while foot soldiers goad the king
though he maybe important
the church ahead of hymn

as too crusading bishops
diagonally move to sing
the knights gallant in battle
before a fall within

the castle's rabble- rousers 
encircled squares are ringed
battles meant to topple towers
to where the fight was hinged

the territory taken
with patience wearing thin
when black on white is shaken
who turns the tide to win?

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I used to think it was just you
That messes with my head
But now I've got to thinking
It's actually me instead

I'm the one that taunts myself
To live inside my dream
That conjures up impossible
Of things that might have been

I goad myself with half truths
And lie myself to sleep
Then plague my soul with nightmares
For the things I can not keep

I hate to face my world alone
So hide myself instead
And conjure up impossible
That messes with my head....

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Would not stay put with tether cut,
would leave its corrugated hut
to feed on berries and the nut ;
all mackintosh with string waist,
split boot on the open road,
worn leather from the tarmac's goad,
lover of the aimless fork
and the wayward milestone ;
drawn on by life, surpassing
as the sky-line constantly recedes,
supine in a fungal dell,
high on cloudless night,
receiving there through venal wires
tomorrow's bearing from the stars.

(From mysticseed)...

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