Chris Goss Poems

Suffering is how it is, how do I escape it
That frustration can cast its shadow
Cravings can uncloak the human mind
Fantasies flying away in fireworks
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One big whoosh
Followed by tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Of a Grandfather Clock
Each of them a little faster
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I feel like I am living with the after death perdition
It is said with absolute and total reason
I feel it is in every single season
My pain to me me is total treason
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I just to want be left to alone like a dog with a bone
It is ruby Tuesday and tomorrow is golden Wednesday
I most definitely don't want tomorrow
Because I am sad with sorrow
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Tricycled tot free wheeling flood
Swan flapping circlet rippled pool
Snaking river mocks mill pond
Grass carpeting preen calming
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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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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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