by Carolyn Devonshire |
evoke slight goose bumps
or perhaps they are caused
by the spectral reflection
of sky colors kissing the sea
overwhelmed by many sensations
dusk evolves slowly in the April sky
I shiver, knowing Holy Saturday
pulls curtains of anguish to a close
remaining awake to see dawn
tapping Resurrection’s hope
wrapping my weary heart
as Christ rises
*For Nette's first contest theme “Dusk” and “Touch”
by Carolyn Devonshire
by Dean Wood |
White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!
by Raul Moreno |
love, wifeheart, heart, life,
For you’re my heart and my life’s chosen muse.
Without you, my life would be so confused.
You’re the one my heart chose on that sweet day,
You’re the one who brightened my lonely life.
When you looked at me in that charming way,
I knew then, I had to make you my wife.
The way you walk and the way you move, girl.
Gives my body goose-bumps the size of pearls.
You set my life free from its loneliness,
Alongside you is my best company.
You filled my cup; there’s no more emptiness,
And you are my muse to write poetry.
I say we’ve had the loveliest embark,
That’s why I wrote a sonnet for my heart.
by Caren Krutsinger |
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Mother Goose and Father Time
All together had children nine.
Love ruled hers,
His were let free.
All wound up productive, happy and fine.
by pat dring |
appreciation, autumn, celebration, happiness,
I really do love Goose Fair
It’s such a great feeling just to be there
Carousels going round and round
With your feet not even touching the ground
Or Dodgems bumping into one another
Leaving your heart all of a flutter
Candy floss, sticking all over your face
Tucking into hot mushy peas, while round you race
Some rides just too scary to go on
If like me, you are getting on
But that does not stop you having the time of your life
Especially when you have had, Countless years of Agoraphobia and strife.
by Deb Wilson |
funny love, husband,
There was an old woman called Hattie
whose hubby's name for her was fattie.
So she cooked his goose
hung him from a noose
then buried him in a cow pattie!
by James Peranteau |
Unexpectedly, his miniature hand
bathed mine arm
Attached to it,
I love you too”
And his giggles raced on
by Brian Martin |
Frigid hard worked
Goose pimpled cold
Give me texture
Steely seldom blinked
Wrinkled straight mouth
Give me chills
Give me love
by Goldie Uttamchandani |
beautiful, beauty, butterfly, emotions, happiness, i love you, joy, kiss, longing, love, lust, relationship, romance, romantic, sensual, sweet, together, trust,
Our eyes meet and then shy
His breath draws closer to mine
Down my spine
Lips caress and glide
Soft pecks move on to slide
Hands lock into mine
Warm rays of sunshine
A virgin canvas am I
A stroking touch
Colour my neck
Oscillating heart beat
No feeling below my feet
Whispers of heat
Crawling goose bumps
The clocks have stopped
The world is still
Slow sips of wine
I cling onto my lifeline
The butterfly effect
by john williams |
animal, dog, children, funny,
A dog and a goose
For some unknown reason,
Fell hopelessly in love
Last Spring season.
He serenaded her
With his barking voice,
She wobbled at the wings
With his barking choice.
Next he started plucking
His country guitar,
He pawed out a tune,
She fell in love so far.
Then they sailed on
A river boat cruise,
He howled at the moon,
Then sung her the blues.
Now both have returned
To their rustic farm,
Goose still swooning
At his doggy charm.
They moved in together
In a haystack barn,
He tends to sheep
While she knits their yarn.
by Sal Manela |
Black shiney leather sado-masochism
Goose stepping Hitler homosexual fascism
Lesbian butt plug masterbation
Two girls one cup making me throw up
A transgender surpise lifting the skirt up
Double and triple penetration
A whole new deviant sexual nation
Be true to me
Be true to me
Hot candle wax
Making new trax
Veins full of love
When push comes to shove
Two girls and me
Two girls and me
by Michael Smith |
I feel a shiver run down through me
From my head goose bumps to my toes
The Holy Ghost burns my body sweet
As throughout the Lord’s words echo love
And recognition unto remembrance
Of repentance and all those sins that have past
Gathered would have been heaped upon me
A pile of coal blackened black
But, it was my Savior
Who gave all the love that He hath
Forgave one as weak as I
As He atoned for my lack
And loved me more, than…
Unconditional, than could a mere man
by T Wignesan |
destiny, leadership, patriotic, rights, vanity, violence, war,
Limericks crochetés: Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Made father’s money jump during slump
Dreamed of ruling this earth
Joined campaign (in) stand-up mirth
Made people laugh without using trump.
He played to the gallery hirsute
Soon his jokes turned sauerkraut through soot
Before long they cried : Heil !
Jackboots clicked, people wail
In goose-step, give : Sieg ! Heil ! salute.
Moral : « Listen not to funny man Dump !
Migrants all know how to scale wall jump.
Ten million there love US
Minus some (who) think like louse !
Live not solipsistic world on rump ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
by Rhia Madison Thomer |
lost love, native american
Isolated I sat.
There was a moon in the sky,
she was just as alone as I was
in a sky full of stars.
I could taste my own sorrow
The taste was thick on my tongue
but more bitter sweet the taste.
There was a cold in my limbs.
I longed for warmth,
to be held in those arms,
No longer did they hold me
I’d fallen away from them
cold and alone.
The sheets are stiff against my skin
goose bumps steal my flesh.
I watched the moon.
There is a tale somewhere
that says she too once had a lover
but they were taken from her.
Now she, like me, sits
cold and stiff in the night.
by Robert L. Hinshaw |
bird, humor, love,
There was this teal duck and Canada goose,
That 'neath a cloistered Colorado spruce,
Enjoyed a lusty-ful tryst,
Ending up in a quaint twist!
Their offspring sported feathers of chartreuse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
by Nayda Ivette Negron |
Mysterious woman ran in the middle of the night
Yelling with panic the name of her dearly loved
Shaking with goose bumps at the bad feeling
Terrible event robbed his physical presence
Eluding a true that affected a third person
Rifle sound broke the peace of a small town
Yearning a forbidden love that ended in tragedy
Example for Mystery Contest
by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
fantasy, first love, funny, funny love, longing, love, true love,
I love my goose
Some people love their wife
Some people their dog
I hug my pillow
by Sibusisiwe Desireen Ncede |
appreciation, art, beauty, change, courage, desire, future,
Is when the touch is felt
Without being touched
Is when the kiss is felt
Without being on the lips
It is intimacy
Is when the eyes are staring
Without being noticed
Is when the stomach has goose bumps
Without the acne
It is intimacy
Is when the heart focuses
Is when the feelings are in sequence
Without the control of the mind
It is intimacy
Is when the cuddle is enough
Without the expectations
Is when love is on the mind
Without the thoughts
It is intimacy
by Vee Bdosa |
fun, humor, imagination, nature,
IT AIN'T NURSERY RHYMES
(It's haiku by Shiraito)
Three little kittens
jumped over the candle stick
Mama goose is sick
peas porridge is hot
can't get to heaven on a watermelon rind
Mama goose is loose
old man Humpty Dumpt
sat in a corner on his rumpt
squashed a big spider
hear the mourning dove
got a big hole in my glove
I might be in love
one potato two potato
twenty-six potato more
Susie's a floozie
come ride on my swing
you can sit right on my lap
we'll pump to the sky
SHIRAITO aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
aka ron wilson
by Patricia Leonaitis |
animals, funny, imagination, pets, me,
I love to hear you speak
Ever if your voice is just a squeak!
Anything is better than this quiet,
I may go out and start a riot!
Do you think I'm too fat?
Or are you just being a brat!
Do you want me to fall flat?
Sorry but I won't do that.
Some days you will never speak-
I feel like throwing you in the creek!
Are you showing a mean streak?
Or has someone tied up your beak?
I know you're just a goose-
But that is no excuse
For all this non-verbal abuse,
Come on, let me hear you break loose!
Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!
Just a little fun with rhyme and story. Hope you enjoy.
by Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway |
fantasy, love, passion, romance
It was a gray midwinter day
Trees were bare
Frost filled the air
Blankets of snow everywhere
Yet, you were there...
The fireplace glow our hearts fill
Goose bump chills
Singing winds blow
Crackling wood below
Love burns even in snow...
by Robert Pettit |
I have met the sweetest little wonder.
I am feeling so wonderful and loose.
This little cutie comes from down under.
She’s like a golden egg laid by a goose.
I can endure the lightning and thunder.
Hold the vodka, give me plain orange juice.
Don’t stifle this feeling. Just let it grow.
To Australia is where I shall go.
by Adejumoke Adewuyi |
A lake,long,long like a rope.
It shakes lightly from the effect of the breeze.
It's seemingly peaceful like a sleeping suckling babe.
Beside it,are greenish herbs and shrubs.
Passersby stop to take a glimpse.
The goose takes a peep,
The feathery duckling never ceases to play on it.
The other bird,dove and her likes,
fly over it on their return home at dawn.
Puppy lovers long to sit by it just after noon.
It has its source from the lowly fount of the north,
to the rocky edge of the south of the village.
All love the long,long lake.
by Tiffany Diaz |
beautiful, desire, love, poetry, sweet,
Loving touches of masculine hands
Sweeping hair away from face
Raising Goose bumps of Love
Simply caressing an embrace
Simple pleasures of you and me
In a glance of defining eyes
To seal with passionate kissing
Resting body's after jives
Star struck with your moves
Grooving to my every beat
In tune with my mood
Swept right off my feet
Intentional actions intertwine
Attention to the marine
Collecting lovers reservoir
by A.E. Rivenbark |
He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration
Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him
Coaxing gentle promises from cold maidens
candlelight vigils by the goose feather altar
Ordered 10 Hail Marys, and 5 Our fathers
and she bled for both of their sins