Chris Goss

Chris Goss Poems

Oh how it cleared my woes
The enclave of sumptuously leaved trees
Bordering grass that should not be mown
The shallow, rippling and shimmering river
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I feel that I will be oh so dead soon
Like an elderly grey haired face baboon
Or once inflated a fire red balloon
Or a butterfly that did not emerge from its caterpillar
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Decline moist underfoot ravine
Monkeys flees canopy trees
Bottle green and siren blue dragon flies
Bobbing and darting stream floor
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Life is not worth living at all
Inside is a void that will not endure
All the King's horses could not put me back together again
Father Christmas chimney collapses
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Pebbles rolling back and forth
In the sea lapping the land froth
Parts of shells bleached white
So they no longer smell
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Fallen last flattening leaves
Evidence of skeleton trees
Soft slow rivers streams
Wearing warming fleece
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Walking on a country trail
Certainly not slow as a snail
The path with many types of tree
I know have no pain I my knee
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Perhaps no one would notice if I was taken
The curtain did not bow nor a tree
Do you feel the feeling that I had enough
That my life is on a road so tragically rough
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I don't know why I feel dead all the time
Because as long as the day, I have never done a crime
I have just done Ross Park,2 walks round and one run for a better sleepy time
Because I am due not to be taking my sleeping tablet and that is the crime
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I feel so utterly and totally wrong
Just want to hear the death gong
Departing this earth without a song
I just feel it will not be too long
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All I want to do is lay in my bed
I always have a headache in my head
Food always descends like balloon lead
And every day a fear with dread
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Just fancy penning a poetic poem with no rues
Straight forward, definitely not entwined with clues
Not sure which yellow brick pave can solve
This scriber will endeavour with much resolve
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In the bath they are with me every day
Today for the first time in a while
My face did lend subtle smile
They glisten in the artificial light
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A bevy of swans gliding along the river with fanned out flapping waves
A raft of ducks all bobbing their heads down, two of them were in double trouble
The Mallard Hen mother saves them from dangerous peril
Wisps of pink candy floss clouds moving overhead
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Life is not worth living at all
Inside is a void that will not endure
All the King's horses could not put me back together again
Father Christmas chimney collapses
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It is severity pain, it is
Is it real within, it is
Referrals attest not
Prescriptions help not
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Have had some food today which went down lead balloons
Some of my kin are buffoons a clown with balloons
To blame my condition of alcohol
This is an explanation monumental
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I feel like I should be thrown out with the bath water
There is no help for me on this planet like it ought to
I Feel like the merry had a little lamb sordidly off to slaughter
Never met any fine filly worthy of me for pro
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Heavenly body in silky skin
Jet black glistening hair
Engaging piercing black eyes
Tempting sensual lips
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Mercedes drives you round the bends
Mini is just so funny ha ha ha
Jaguar is splendid black puma
Rolls Royce helps you make as choice
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Morden Hall Park

Oh how it cleared my woes
The enclave of sumptuously leaved trees
Bordering grass that should not be mown
The shallow, rippling and shimmering river
With trickling music to your ear

Oh how it cleared my woes
Four year old pink balloon tied tricycle
Shiney white and graced pink and bright
Grandad's guiding pole, similarly adorned
The huddle and chatter with Grandma
A Sudden crouch for a squirrelling squirrel
The beyond joyousness of the tot beheld

Oh how it cleared my woes
Joggers and riders all bent on the same
Youths kicking around a ball, using their tops for posts.
The Parakeets screeching alarm
To which danger I do not know

Oh how it cleared my woes
The sprinkle of joyful picnickers
Some hampers and blankets
And others oh so natural cock-a-hoop
And dancing dogs chasing their tails
The rollicking children playing chase
With others fluttering in the stream

Oh how it clears my woes
My final act is to walk once more
Before the soft gentle tickling flame
The flowing scattering across the park
So the meadow poppy and lily will blossom
So the meadow poppy and lily will blossom

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