Chris Goss Poems

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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Skinny dipping freely
Power gliding through the air
Water skiing on bumpy seas
Basket balloon ground rising
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The snowball gathered at such an amazing of snow
It glistened and shone like diamond and stars
Who was to know, all that glistens can glow
As it rumbled down down the snow mountain
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Have had some food today which went down lead balloons
Some of my kin are buffoons
To blame my condition of alcohol
This is an explanation monumental
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The lovely sound of morning song bird
Such a beautiful sound to be heard
You just have to remember
You can hear it from July to September
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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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A DREAM OF A WATERFALL STREAM

Indonesia
When I think of an Indonesian field trip in the jungle, down a steep incline, the clearest stream emerges with bottle green and electric blue dragonflies bobbing across the ripples. High in the canopies monkeys darted away across branches to evade us. As we went a little upstream a 100 foot waterfall spilled into its stream. Ecstasy as climbing sides of falls and diving into the deep pool of the spill.
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I am non longer to be known
Pain I endure is a gown
That has become overgrown
Consuming everything I own
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I simply and regrettably just don't want this day
In my bed this so bad man just wants to lay
He remembers Banda Arche circlet bay
The golden sand encircling around all the way
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The festival night last eve was jolly and fabulous
A popping bottle of Champagne
How mix of men and women behave
Twenty something spanning to eighties
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