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When the 'Canadians' return to the countryside in November ,
morning gaggles will fly right by my very window !
Off for a break on the banks of Port Lake , to rest a spell from their
arduous travel , to stretch their wings , collect their thoughts and get a few winks !
Up in the morning for a quick 'Dixie Breakfast' then back to the business
of travel along the river .. Cruising down the Chattahoochee with a brief rest stop in Columbus , then back to 'The Blue' , nonstop and bound for home in warm , serene Florida ...
Copyright March 3 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
John F McCullagh Jan 2012
On the flight path down from Quebec
in the recent past, they say,
The lead goose saw a foursome
on the fairway, hard at play.

Their clothing was intriguing
Bright Argyles and Staid plaids
Little lackeys followed them,
carrying their bags.

The goose brigade lost interest
in proceeding South that day.
Instead they landed on the course
intent on watching play.

The lead Goose now spent all his time
At Bethpage, on the Black,
and honked golf commentary
to all his fledgling flock.

This lead Goose was the First,
brave Avian pioneer,
who broke the pattern going South-
instead he wintered here.

The Geese are protected by the law,
so we have no recourse.
We can't hunt down these honkers
who are greasing up the course.

Within one human lifetime-
a revolutionary change.
the geese have all stopped flying South
They're students of the game.
In my youth flocks of Canadian Geese flew South for the winter in massive V formations. Now they linger in parks and local golf courses. A major behavioral change in 50 years. Here is a myth about how it came about.
Travis Green Mar 2023
Being by his side is like a walk in the bright, magical clouds
A vivid, compelling treasure in my dreams, a smooth masculine king
So clean-cut and robust as ****, so lovable and indestructible
I behold his mocha chocolate globes, and I am so bowled
Over by his dope *** smoking machotasticness

Loving him so much that I can’t think straight
I ache for him more than ever, in need of his stalwart
Charming hotness, to be taken into his radiant scintillating mantuary
Where his perfectness captures my queerness
Guides me to the transcendent limits of seamless mind-bending
Ecstasy, I burn with passion for his rare smashing attraction

He sets me afire, makes me burn brighter and hotter
Than a raging radioactive volcano, he stupefies me
He gives me the butterflies, he makes me smile all the while
He demonstrates his greatness to my gayness
I am so completely feverish and blissed out
The more he shrouds me in his uncontainable white-hot desires

He gives me a thousand astounding sensations
The more his stellar silken sexiness blazes through my headspace
I am enamored by the way he stands in my presence
His captivatingly intoxicating fragrance streams all over me
I feen for a chance to sink into his impassioned heart-grabbing
Enchantment, clamp my hands against his phenomenally macho
And wondrous pecs, all lovely and seductive muscles

My sweet saucy brick, his prominent russet etes hypnotize me
A million times more than before, I am absorbed by his gorgeousness
Thoughts of lying next to him, feeling and kissing him
Traveling through time and space, in sheer superlative harmony
I lose myself In the depths of his delectable relishable majesticness
Yearning for him to conquer and ****** my humongous honkers

Lick and twist my stiff glistening peaks with his fingertips
The feel of his bare matchless graspers against my extraordinary ***
Toys with my tight, fuckable warehouse, makes me sweat
As he pleasures me, as he moves his fingers deeper within me
Make me kneel on my knees to go down on his suckable stick shift

Hold him closer to me, let my clutchers rub up and down
His long, macho thighs and legs, put his delicious dangling swingers
In my mouth, peck his belly, caress and taste his treasure trail down to  Lush eye-grabbing rug, dive into the wildness of his liveliness
Steadily working his firmness, arousing the curiosity
Of his top-drawer artistic royalty, fire up his thugness

Have him so carried away as I have my wicked way
With his savage swelling snake, fill the tip with hearty heated kisses
Rap with his mean king-size *******, make him grow harder
Make him moan louder, make his manhood speak to me
While he plunges it deeper into my cakehole

I spectacularly salivate for him, worship his assertive
Immersive muscularity, cherish the way we traverse together
In grandly indelible and poetical harmony
I ******* him harder, faster, causing him to squirt out
Sticky thick milk all around my amorous perfumed lips

So dreamily sensual, so lewd and juicy
I lick it with my tongue and digest it
Look fixedly into his come-hither flickering eyes
Marveling at my magnetic lover man as he  tongue kisses me
Takes me deeper into his bodacious vivacious nation
Of hypersexual high-powered hotness
Tells me that he loves me, tells me that I am everything to him
Takes me in his brutal bulging arms, sends me in endless ecstasies
Copious birdsong with candor along the windward lake shoreline
Natures electricity demanding conduit at the forest divide
Chipper 'Wrensong' , curious Ravens speak of the morn , rollicking gray tree barkers , southbound 'honkers' ride the blind of Autumn sun , diamond piedmont dew dabbled with new-day spices of black pepper , sage and English tea cinnamon
Brown cathead biscuits , warm sorghum syrup and peach butter breakfast
Cattle call bell tones crack the solitude , the thunder of hooves embellish the shine of rolling pasture , of thick spearmint beside gravel roads , steam collecting along quiet pecan groves , o'er fertile fields at rest
Copyright November 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Dawn Bunker  Aug 2018
Limerick
Dawn Bunker Aug 2018
Yolinda Young was from Yonkers.
She was plagued with a huge set of honkers.
  When Yolinda was sneezing
  it wasn't to pleasing
for the noise made Yolinda ge bonkers.
These limericks are tougher then I thought! It's hard to make a point or be funny or be both and make sense! Hard for me anyway.. maybe I'll keep trying.
Yenson Dec 2018
Tosh from turds, pig's swill from Honkers
faking Nationalities and accounts in infantiles guises
Gold medals cowards conjoining spurious ignorance
Lords of the pits ego-tripping imagined importance

The sons of David run monies and injuns the rest
Travellers from all points harvest progress in hot or cold
Living in the midst of home animals watching clowns at rest
Nurseries' life of flat ***** preening vainglory self adulation

Now the tall pygmies crawl to head proceedings usurped
Mud dwellers with manufactured wares in motarboards
Giving life's lectures in swivels drives with hemlocks brew
Ole King Coal now a cheap Caesar in rented Palace from Injuns

What impresses about kittens and paper lions in catalogues jeans
Gentrified slumers and three fatherless baby Sue-Can't-Say-No
Dole-Day-Tony and mates all on the warpath with street verbosity
Fluff sensibilities and impactless discernment in unity with illiteracy
Yenson Sep 2020
Once you know the motive
the rest is hogwash
pigs grunting as pigs do
honking honking honking
they are at home in dirt
racking mud in mud baths
honking to their contents
splattering mud here and there
their long snouts poking dirt
the muslims say avoid pork
because they are unclean animals
cursed by Allah
to forever squirm and rake in mud
a life-long obsession with all that is ***** and muddy
only the unclean eat pigs for its dirt to dirt
give them their bacon butties and let them gorge on it
for nothing clean, decent, moral or rewarding comes from the unclean
hogwash from hogs, dirts from dirts, honking from honkers
Allahu Akbar
a little ditty about pigs
I whistled a jig while hoofing a pea gravel trail , in earshot of a tail fin on still waters ,
the chirp of a wren traveling the -
morning forest
Pinecones stair stepping the bough
Patient dove held fast neath tympanic thunderheads
Morning cardinals dressed in red
Seedlings flurried to their cool clay berth  
Ballads of sylvan mirth and Mother Earth
A katydid saws a fiddle
A tickled toad taps time
Maw Heron renders a figure eight
The ' honkers 'are headed home like they're -
running late ..
Copyright May 12 ,2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Travis Green Mar 2023
I crave to cram down a case
Of his radiant captivating encahntingness
Become drunk on his overbold smoking manfulness
Carry his charismatically immaculate and magnetic presence
In the subliminal limits of my dimension

Smooth my hands over his badass rugged beard
My poetic mustachioed Romeo
I await with anticipation to kiss his electric devilish lips
Cherish him like a royally rich and enjoyable cherry pie
Like a chocolate-covered strawberry sundae

Survey his gleaming tourmaline eyes
Take in his dreamy sweet-scented sienna skin
Lure me closer to his manly valiant chin
Cast a spell on me, set my homosexualness aflame
Embrace and enamor my imagination

Encase me in the pure revered warmth
Of his treasured sculptured charmingness
Press my palms against his rigid, unyielding abs
Feel how he makes my entireness come alive
How the extent of his stupendous shimmering structure
Charms and comforts me indelibly

He is like smooth wax fusing with my flesh
I melt into him like an indulgent refreshing mocha milkshake
Like brown sugar brandy ice cream
I hanker to swim inside of him
Capture his starry rocking hotness

Pervade my dreams with vivid visions
Of his irresistible rhythmical unbeatableness
Strum his nostalgically magical
And radical song on my lush plump honkers
Grab hold of my emotions

Run his fingers across the pages
Of my harmonious headline-worthy poetry
Render me breathless and helpless
Caught up in his sinfully sensuous flame
He makes my temples tingle

I am so into every inch
Of his tempting supereminent immenseness
Lost in his intense succulent content
Burn for the utter seduction of his immersiveness
Lay cocooned in his groovy feel-good hoodness
Travis Green Aug 2023
His suave chocolaty machoness
Has me in the zone
Ready for him
To capture my heart and soul
Make me feel the overwhelming power
Of his imposing dopeness

Feel his body next to mine
His hairy **** flesh all over me
Take me in his arms
Rock my world to the max
Take full advantage of my feminineness

Control me with his commanding manliness
Make my limbs tingle
Mingle with my tempting existence
Talk erotically soft words to me
That goes to my head

****** my beautiful juicy *****
Manhandle my gigantic honkers
Nibble on my edible neck
Hold me close to him
While he slays my life force

Strip me naked
Massage my *******
Punish me with his long, mouthwatering pole
Stick it deep inside me
****** it in and out of me

Make me moan hard
Pump the **** out of my buns
Stretch me out
Enrapture me with his lingering looks
Dominate me, rude boy

Show me his assertiveness
Make me bow down to his python
Tackle my gaytasticness
Grab my *** cheeks
Press down on me hard

Destroy me to the core
Explore me, make me soar high
Pour his alcoholic stuff in my mouth
Discharge his chocolate ***
All over my spankable buns
Yenson Sep 2020
Once you know the motive
the rest is hogwash
pigs grunting as pigs do
honking honking honking
they are at home in dirt
racking mud in mud baths
honking to their contents
splattering mud here and there
their long snouts poking dirt
the muslims say avoid pork
because they are unclean animals
cursed by Allah
to forever squirm and rake in mud
a life-long obsession with all that is ***** and muddy
only the unclean eat pigs for its dirt to dirt
give them their bacon butties and let them gorge on it
for nothing clean, decent, moral or rewarding comes from the unclean
hogwash from hogs, dirts from dirts, honking from honkers
Allahu Akbar
Travis Green Sep 2023
I am so hungry
For his hunky manly physique
So keen on his dreamy voice
So intrigued by his soul-stirring loveliness
Like the early morning galaxies

I esteem him, cling to him
Hold on to his bronzey *****
My imposing bruiser
My stellar cruiser
He saturate my senses
With his universal splendor
His manly strength

I dream of him
Tenderly touching my skin
Kindle my affection
Fascinate my imagination
Take me to his scintillating planet
Of enchanting fervor

Gander deep into his
Breathtaking twinkling aquamarine eyes
How he sparks my effervescent heart
Makes me wanna drop my drawers
Let him ****** my erogenous zones

Lick his fingers, stick them inside me
Make me moan gently
Feel his tongue twirl inside me
His polished ****** beard
On the surface of my silky, glistening skin

Slobber on my superb rear end
Explore my innermost parts
With his rigid delicious ****
Ram me all guns blazing
Sweating like a melting ice cube

Feel him deep inside me
It really turns me the **** on
Feels so good to have all of him
Streaming in my bloodstream
Scream my head off

Rock my dimension
Press his titanic built structure
Against my delicate body
Make me go crazy
Feel him pummel my guts lustily

*** me up, grip my abundant honkers
Squeeze my pulsing points
Magically transport me
To his unending paradise
Feel his macho white gold
Splash all over me

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