Chris Goss Poems

HEREFORD ART GALLERY

Peacock in rusty steel circles
Knife angel cast with iron wings
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One opening of a Patchwork plateaux with Angels and Beasts
Winding, meandering, descending and arising
Tubular orange Clad in dark clothed.
From old tapped nails rising to miniature mushrooms
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Under bath water it sounds like thunder
On earth it is certainly a wonder
It wanders around the globe
In meandering rivers and great depth seas
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Some live on the prairies
Some supply dairies
Some live in savannas
Some live on the plains
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I went out with phone intention
Since I had yesterday some attention
The lady behind me was in frustration
There was a guide dog suddenly
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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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A trumpet makes you bloody lump it
A drum makes you musically hum
A saxophone rewards a dog with a bone
A piano is very good at letting you know
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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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