Short Goose Down Poems
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The body pillow
Next to me not
Embalmed but
Stuffed with
Goose down
Holding it close
To my naked body
I feel no warmth
I must be feeling
Winter's weather
Or thinking
Thoughts of
Freezing
Geese
That
Got their
Feathers
Plucked
spell has bound the earth
goose down is flying in air
in rhythmic motion
as dancers in a ballroom
icy wind is sweeping by
male mockingbird grasps
last year's bean vines in May's brisk breeze
plumage flies westward
down to line newly made nests
harm-free, warm place to rear young
down-in this poem means the soft under feathers(usually goose down is used but here it means the soft feathers of the mockingbird)
~soft mountain blankets
goose down like flakes, winter store
potential life thrust
~El Nino awake
a weather serpent slither
energized frolic
~white mountain blankets
cascade floods of winter store
aroused mud demon
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Nature Comes to Life
The season has changed
Leaves all fall to die
Mindscape rearranged
Learning how to fly
Follow the goose down
Driving through the sky
With spirits around
The mushroom on high
Journey's holy ground
To seek peace and grace
A time to be found
A feeling of place
Been so long estranged
Coming home to face
Myself underanged
To dance, to embrace
only the summer heat
spreads its stifling waves
on my pony face, as a
smart haze,
hunting my craze
lazy, sticky heatwaves
hit my face
knock me
down
on the ground
like a drowsy fly
i open one eye,
i still can see its
roots
hanging in the
stinky air
goose down
floats above my
head
i open the second
eye: -
ya, ya, ya, great, that
nothing is burning
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
I have found kindness
Among the most unkind
And love
Among the unloved
I have walked in places
That God himself fears to tread
And have found myself in places
Where the brightest of lights
Cannot cast a single shadow
A place where day and night
Fall upon one another
Like reunited lost lovers
Under a warm goose down blanket
On the coldest of days
In the dead of winter
With a passion
That can only be shared
Once
My sight is blurry and in a hurry
Where is my underwear?
Have a pain in my drain, don't need to strain
Do I hear wind and rain?
My mouth feels like dandelion dust
Rinsing goose feathers or bust
Should I trust the starburst
Or just sit and curse or maybe worse?
Contest: Boisterous comedy for John Freeman
Picture of a man with the morning blues, wild nonfocusing eyes, and dandelion, goose down or starburst in his hair!!
Robin the lollygag prince of evil was nowhere in sight.
Batman was beyond irritated, and he had a right.
He did not want to be mean, but bellow he did.
He woke up Robin, where he had so aptly hid.
Batman’s gingivitis was so bad in Arthur’s face that night,
He was glad when he saw the Batmobile go out of sight.
Poor Arthur promptly brushed his teeth, and ate chocolate he found.
He hit his goose down mattress, and did not make another sound.
The splinters of our marrow comes,
Shivering thunder for a lengthy spray-
Warmth beautifies our essence;
Glittering ray sends goose down spines!
She comes, nostalgia drums
The lily-borne sepulchre; its beauty I ponder
Goozy feelings; my road alone
This journey be tiresome
For I be so glad to take it
Come forth hither, the beauty of our land!
Hollow tremble, belly grumble
For its angels are generous in vision,
A journey, I delight thee.