"gooses" poems - Hello Poetry

Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings These are a few of my favorite things. Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes Sly double entendres and tickley teases Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop! Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons These are some of my nurturing tunes! Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising I love my collections of adhesives and strings These are a few of my favorite things! So when the wasps sting When the bored people whine Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad I just think of a few of my favorite things And I don't feel…so…bad!

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC

chrystos-minot

My Favorite Things

Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings These are a few of my favorite things. Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes Sly double entendres and tickley teases Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop! Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons These are some of my nurturing tunes! Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising I love my collections of adhesives and strings These are a few of my favorite things! So when the wasps sting When the bored people whine Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad I just think of a few of my favorite things And I don't feel…so…bad!

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Gates give galloping giraffes gin gum gifted ghost Goofy gambles ginger beer grapple games get goods Gooses groins getcha group gathering greatness goat got gale Grail

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Apr 16, 2010

Apr 16, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC

alexa-sz

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Gates give galloping giraffes gin gum gifted ghost Goofy gambles ginger beer grapple games get goods Gooses groins getcha group gathering greatness goat got gale Grail

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Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me. While my homie fronts on me. Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly! Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly. Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly? **** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses. My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless. Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches. While society bides their time by tying nooses. Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses. So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches. But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises. Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses. Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances. Some people can be such nuisances. Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses. Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting. Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting. Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening? However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle. Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people. Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle. Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible? Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols. With their heads so far up their own *** That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC

ClassyJ

Madvillian

Trying to figure out why a ***** tried to stunt on me. While my homie fronts on me. Triggered lie’s blasting out like bullets into your chest, golly! Vigor dying whilst family crying that left me locked up now in a little celly. Why did I pour out my heart to that ***** named shelly? **** got me melancholy, casting out poxy curses. My proxy is dropping down which got me feeling worthless. Growing up in projects where one survives by snatching purses and killing snitches. While society bides their time by tying nooses. Rigged games yet we are told to give no excuses. So, a minority got no choice but to role with the punches. But with darker skin colour most don’t or won’t notice the bruises. Vile nobility just loves hunting gooses. Stark contrast idly confides and resides Inside institutionalized nuances. Some people can be such nuisances. Got me feeling like tony roaming through the different cosmoses. Lonely sinking feeling, with my hope which was once flickering but is now slowly fleeting. Reciprocal tensions pokes through my barriers like an unwelcomed greeting. Typical tropes of under-achieving maybe it’s time I let God start intervening? However, I’m doubtful on whether spirituality is real or nothing more than Kris Kringle. Jingling jester choirs who always be harping on my people. Which makes me ponder whether or not God’s supposed love is fickle. Or if supposed believer’s have actually ever read the bible? Religious pharisee’s not seeing the irony of praying to their falsified idols. With their heads so far up their own *** That they don’t even realize that they’ve actually been worshipping the devil.

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Clutch, child, Clutch with your diminishing strength, Clutch with your breakable nails, Clutch to your chest. Clutch, child, hold it tight, Before the nostalgia comes And removes it from your sight. Clutch the times, clutch the places, Clutch Mother Gooses's wings, Clutch Daddy knowing everything. Clutch for dear life, your innocence, Clutch all the things you've not yet given. Clutch to your sweet heart Whilst it's not yet tasted bitterness, Clutch to your soul, dear, Before it turns to heresy. Clutch bright- eyed sincerity, Clutch skinned knees and easy remedies, And for the life of us, child, clutch me.

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC

batya-brown

Clutch Me

Clutch, child, Clutch with your diminishing strength, Clutch with your breakable nails, Clutch to your chest. Clutch, child, hold it tight, Before the nostalgia comes And removes it from your sight. Clutch the times, clutch the places, Clutch Mother Gooses's wings, Clutch Daddy knowing everything. Clutch for dear life, your innocence, Clutch all the things you've not yet given. Clutch to your sweet heart Whilst it's not yet tasted bitterness, Clutch to your soul, dear, Before it turns to heresy. Clutch bright- eyed sincerity, Clutch skinned knees and easy remedies, And for the life of us, child, clutch me.

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my name is jane ,though i am quite plain , im more than enough, to drive you insane. my name is john , i hit the **** on stage i dance ,wearing janes thong. my name is claire , my beuty is rare, but its not enough , john dont care. my name is jill , and i get a thrill , when jack gooses me , and i roll down the hill . my name is jack , love jills rack, a lil sqeeze and shell be in the sack !

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Feb 2, 2020

Feb 2, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC

nathanthepoet

jane,john,claire, jill and jack .

my name is jane ,though i am quite plain , im more than enough, to drive you insane. my name is john , i hit the **** on stage i dance ,wearing janes thong. my name is claire , my beuty is rare, but its not enough , john dont care. my name is jill , and i get a thrill , when jack gooses me , and i roll down the hill . my name is jack , love jills rack, a lil sqeeze and shell be in the sack !

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They say April showers bring May flowers but the rain isn't coming so I'm sitting here humming a tune as I water the daisies The people walk past as I stop to sniff the roses and they think I belong with the crazies just because they've been moving too fast and they've forgotten so many beautiful things are right under our noses

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Oct 3, 2011

Oct 3, 2011 at 11:43 PM UTC

miss-hannah

Silly gooses

They say April showers bring May flowers but the rain isn't coming so I'm sitting here humming a tune as I water the daisies The people walk past as I stop to sniff the roses and they think I belong with the crazies just because they've been moving too fast and they've forgotten so many beautiful things are right under our noses

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I read about nooses (Such silly gooses). I read about pills (Such terminal thrills). I read about jumps (Such silly dunces). I read about ropes (Such dangling dopes). I read about guns (Such a one is gone). I read about blades (Such ********* bray). I don't dismiss you're under stress, But tell me who cleans up the mess.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Who Cleans Up The Mess

I read about nooses (Such silly gooses). I read about pills (Such terminal thrills). I read about jumps (Such silly dunces). I read about ropes (Such dangling dopes). I read about guns (Such a one is gone). I read about blades (Such ********* bray). I don't dismiss you're under stress, But tell me who cleans up the mess.

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Since i met rakim i became a microphone fiend Been Big since i had dreams magazines Limousine picture me getting cream Ridiculous suckas turn suspicious Once they see my money grow vicious Mk ultra a beat silence the elite repeat See my tactics could wipe a navy fleet Smoke torpedos this is for ya pendejos Hating only my flows check these holes As the blood pours left ya with open pores Ya finna soar to the skies with no floor Floating like Casper villian master Taster any beat i eat with no receipt Needed multiple guns beaming Flashback ya back into the future Got ya mind to time slippin' still rippin' Sucka emcees glide it like Cal Ripken Sippin' the baddest sins once again With Thick chicks from African to Puerto Ricans Dominican Let's go time traveling javeling Fools hiding behind the bushes Only truces when my guns going in dueces Extension gooses back to the Canada mooses Yo im a bull make ya winkle as I get rocky Jab sicker than Ali why me try me sly me They dont wanna see the devil dance Glance rhymes to beats greets romance Unzip ya girls pants make her beg for one more chance Hit her with the dopest stance Cup the mic like it was a baby Fresh outta the womb from the tombs Your consumed by the blossom To booms yo fools gotta make rooms Gods Is back black melanin attacks Swift as the slash of an axe Causin' cell damaging impact "yeahhhh"

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Nov 16, 2019

Nov 16, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Run-Cheroz

Since i met rakim i became a microphone fiend Been Big since i had dreams magazines Limousine picture me getting cream Ridiculous suckas turn suspicious Once they see my money grow vicious Mk ultra a beat silence the elite repeat See my tactics could wipe a navy fleet Smoke torpedos this is for ya pendejos Hating only my flows check these holes As the blood pours left ya with open pores Ya finna soar to the skies with no floor Floating like Casper villian master Taster any beat i eat with no receipt Needed multiple guns beaming Flashback ya back into the future Got ya mind to time slippin' still rippin' Sucka emcees glide it like Cal Ripken Sippin' the baddest sins once again With Thick chicks from African to Puerto Ricans Dominican Let's go time traveling javeling Fools hiding behind the bushes Only truces when my guns going in dueces Extension gooses back to the Canada mooses Yo im a bull make ya winkle as I get rocky Jab sicker than Ali why me try me sly me They dont wanna see the devil dance Glance rhymes to beats greets romance Unzip ya girls pants make her beg for one more chance Hit her with the dopest stance Cup the mic like it was a baby Fresh outta the womb from the tombs Your consumed by the blossom To booms yo fools gotta make rooms Gods Is back black melanin attacks Swift as the slash of an axe Causin' cell damaging impact "yeahhhh"

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