Chris Goss

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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The butterfly stroke bearing fairy wings
Was some magical beauty to gladly be seen
This graceful creature hidden burden things
From this life she would no longer sing
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The softly trickling chirping birdies songs
Start their day making making their mark
When the silence is split by their song spark
Was one of them a musical lark
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Black spotted dogs racing their tails
My boots remain completely dry
I took such good pictures to avail
I wandered round a curved tree meadow
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Oh for the glistening fronds of early grass
The glistening roof of cars and there mirrors
The ruined old castle weathered by master time
The river meandering bending the mirror
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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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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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This life I lead is truly fed up
I wish I was a newborn pup
That I could not be looking up
It would not matter what I fed on
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I have stood for more than 2 centuries
To be seen by all, some hidden underground
My twin kindly attests for me
T'was a tempestuous stormy night
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My lovely tree was a skeleton with the backdrop of a light and a purple sky and a lovely blue, pink and grey morning sky
And was adorned in wisps of grey, pink and white fluffy clouds
It was also all lovely green shroud pierced by the dazzling sun in the heart of this amazing tree
The tree with full loaded green perfect leaves bathed in a lovely blue haze
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Whales just like too ocean and sea sail
Dolphins are best at cleaning their fins
Reefs are the seas most important chiefs
Haddock look after the Princes paddock
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