Short Goslings Poems
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three geese left from six
two babies went missing
and then the father
dead in the road
mother keeps the almost grown
goslings
close to her now
in the pond when we walk by
away from the dog
and
cars.
Categories:
goslings,
Form:
I do not know?
“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
Categories:
goslings, animal, baby, bird, children, cute love, family,
Form:
Light Verse
Their art is not less enticing
than a Renoir or Botticelli,
but the light of their charm is vacuous.
They love that backlit glow
if it highlights only upon them,
but that glitter is only a penumbra.
Goslings have more light
as they follow
a glimmer of imprinted blood.
Snails exude more illumination.
Categories:
goslings, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
the goslings have shed ochre puffs
which are no longer in vogue,
they're wobbling toddlers now
too big for the snappers' jaw
they cannot fly at all- as of yet
but come fall they'll knead icy skies
into warm southern comfort beds
Categories:
goslings, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds fill to the brim
Clear as glass descends
Falling from the sky
Rain drops fall to earth
Water everywhere.
Wet, mama goose,
and her goslings
Waddle across
Drizzling shower.
Frogs croaking
Tapping sounds
On pond face.
Flowers
Drench in
Rain.
6/24/2022
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Categories:
goslings, rain,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Mushrooms peak b'neath
the moon, and rabbits charm'd by grass
do swoon. Where tulip's petals once
so strong, unite the fall'n, one
last song. Once again the goslings
wander, stray not
far from
nipping mother.
The winds will
howl in sheets of rain,
grandma snug,
wrapped
in her shawl.
Aside the fire, pen
will bend,
this poem
on birchbark,
...peace
the end.
05/26/13
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Categories:
goslings, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
we are but young goslings
drowning in yesterday's sorrow
torn and tattered feathers
matted with the hopes of tomorrow
wrecklessly swimming
toward rising tides of tears
leading to dangerous currents
a gigantic waterfall of fears
whom shall save us
other than Mother Goose herself
that old book of experienced wisdom
that remains hidden upon the shelf...
Dedicated to Scorp for holding "the flock" together,
especially through the hard times. Thanks for being there....Peace
Categories:
goslings, friendship, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme