Post a poem about two geese

[cloud]

winged horses

ashes ablaze
last light's grace
one gallant gallop
into the sun

[billy]

The idea for this thread is to post a poem on a given theme while receiving zero feedback, no [i love it's] no [wows] no nothing, only a poem. all and any feedback in this thread will be deleted by the hand of god. all poem can be of any length and any style.

the new theme:

write a poem about a Post a poem about a reindeer

[Xlateralus]

Drunk in public (disorderly conduct)

The idea of reindeer, this reindeer
dashing through the night sky
tailed by a dude possesing strange
smiles and rose red cheeks yelling
seasons greetings as he flies by
sure is neurotic.

[dukealien]

Comet


Outside the stable, Comet found a snake -
snow-snake it was, all cold and shivering -
which spoke to him, that laggard of the team
of work, unfairness, and a gift he lacked.
He mentioned Rudolph’s luck, that bright-nosed one,
whose radiant deformity became
a billet as their leader, lasting fame,
residuals– no need to play the game.

Then Comet smiled, as much as reindeer can,
and said,”Old Serpent, you don’t understand
how deep this game can be.  Our boss, you see
is no mule-skinner but a holy saint
who can work miracles, and does.  He saw
that fog five years ahead and gave his gift
to scarlet-shining Rudolph long before
he needed him to be his guiding Mars
that night when clouds concealed the very stars.

“And further, though young Rudolph had his gift,
its saintly giver had to humbly ask
if Rudolph would assume his fated task.”

“But what,” the subtle serpent sweetly asked,
“has your old, weighty driver given you?
For as the saint of gifts, he could bestow
a glowing present on you, too, you know.”

“Oh, as to that, not many reindeer can
fly over cities, mountains, land and sea–
and then, of course, there’s immortality.
Think, Serpent, of what He has given Thee!”

[billy]

The idea for this thread is to post a poem on a given theme while receiving zero feedback, no [i love it's] no [wows] no nothing, only a poem. all and any feedback in this thread will be deleted by the hand of god. all poems can be of any length and any style.

the new theme:

Post a poem about a poem about a suitcase

[Tiger the Lion]

a bird of two minds
a suitcase packed in August--
frost on the windows

[dukealien]

Hard-Sided



empty yet complete
locks defended nothing

filled
weighed, found excessive
abused by strangers
binned below deck
flew windowless
far from home

dropped tiredly
bounced on strange beds
unlocked, open
evening dress

[billy]

Post a poem about two geese

The idea for this thread is to post a poem on a given theme while receiving zero feedback, no [i love it's] no [wows] no nothing, only a poem. all and any feedback in this thread will be deleted by the hand of god. all poems can be of any length and any style.

the new theme:

Post a poem about two geese

[busker]

two fat geese
pecking at some slivers
of grass, see a Gaul -
they call, and Rome is saved
from the rage of Ate
and soy latte
dies stillborn in Italy

two fat geese with soft boiled livers,
plucked and autoclaved 
for goose liver pate
- foie gras -
any more for you, Natalie?

[rowens]

A College Couple Browsing in a Used Bookstore


Two geese, well, you know;
it's time to wake up,
I'm not at the beach, I'm at home.
Sometimes they just fly over.
Oh, yeah, they mostly live in grassy areas
around lakes and rivers.

[dukealien]

Three Tales of Two Geese


One goose, two geese;
two sheep, one fleece.
Canada, Canadian;
big brant, Scandinavian.
Fly in vees for victory,
die sans valedictory
songs of dying swans
for gosling-downy pawns.
Changing ohs with ease,
goose, when two, turn geese.

Geese mate, they say, for life,
a culture shared with vultures.
Which moves one to wonder
if a vulture widower
must wander celibate
and two mated geese
made one goose by fatality
flies on in individuality
or not.

Geese, Canadians,
stride with dignity,
honk with authority,
distract from slippery
evidence of residence.