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Pumpkin seeds as teeth
Candle light escapes eye holes
Goose bumps in the dark...

for: Poet Destroyer ~ A  's "Halloween Haiku" contest

Last days of Autumn.
A solitary goose flies
Honking in despair.

The rain patters down
Sending goose bumps across flesh
My blue lips are numb

Her azure eyes shine
Like crystals catching the sun
Even in this rain

 My hide is soaked
It is on the line for her
The cold bite goes numb

Drawn in my jacket
Her eyes beaming at me
Blue eyed paradise.

Startled geese hiding,
Huddling in the dense brush
Roasted goose dinner...

The sound overhead
V-formation, front goose falls
Back, Canada heads

in winter's sunlight
chihuahua's blood vessels show...
 some goose poop on ears 

THE SEASONS

a cold touch of heart
the empty whiteness of eyes
nothing green survives

sudden disturbance
yesterday now tomorrow
nothing audible

before you know it
this verdant transformation
and bright warm blue sky

the northern god speaks
his breath cool and threatening
a shiver – goose bumps

Goose feathers and blood

litter the path. Life and death

struggle that was lost.

I saw it happen,
While the goose laughed at the finch,
On his warmer way.

Grammar Nazi’s tools 
Book burning nave cheers and drools
Goose step marching fools

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights reserved ©MMX

fantasy gone loose
a wild, but sweet stolen goose
regret, after use

Snow light as goose down
White, milk like but lacy sheer
Weights down tree limbs crack

head down...peck the ground...
  
  tail...bottom up...spear a fish...

    duck-duck...Rob 'n Duck

a goose in a trance
plucking and stuffing easy
eyes start watering

The dream to fly high
Scattered puffy clouds below
A goose honks to pass

He cliff dived a lot
No water, the jump was hot
The landing was not

First skydiver fall
Lunch packed, no chute, dropped the ball
That's not good at all!

strong wisp of campfire
along the field embers dart--
mother goose flipping

See Some Goose Pimples

See some goose pimples
That are up and down each arm
I am thrilled to death.

How I sometimes feel writing
a poem of mine.

Jim Horn

I am a wild goose
a hunted one
I choose to graze
at your sight not for fun
but trapped by your beauty
I couldn't run

feet lowered
goose lines up on lake
decorates cars

seemingly clear path
one stubborn goose hunkers down
~ back away slowly

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!
HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!
HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!