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The Moose and the Goose

The mighty mad moose said to the gentle gliding goose,
“It’s not fair you fly in formation while I suffer much abuse.
Wind and breeze are there as you fly first class.
I’m down here on the ground fighting weeds and grass.”

The flock of geese had just landed for some food and rest,
And here is this mighty mad moose acting like a real pest.
But the head gliding goose had a gentle reply,
“Mighty mad moose you’re upset and I don’t know why.”

“Each year we chart the route for you mighty moose.
We’re the train’s engine, while you have freedom of a caboose.
Pay attention to our direction as we geese pass over;
Then you moose will know the way and have time for clover.”

Sir moose replied, “You fly south for winter and return in spring.
So all I have to do is remember that one important thing.
As I browse through trees and brush, I need to raise my eyes
To see you all as you map our way through the skies.”

The attitude of mighty moose changed from mad to glad,
Since he understood the treasure that he really always had.
As the gentle gliding geese flew off in formation,
Mighty moose smiled and tipped his antlers in appreciation.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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No Sourdough

To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
Have killed a moose,
And robbed a sluice,
AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW. . . .

Alas! Sourdough I'll never be.
Oh, sad is my excuse:
My shooting's so damn bad, you see . . .
I've never killed a moose.

poem by Robert William Service
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Stalk Of Wheat

I went for a walk on a stalk, on a stalk of wheat
And it felt like a trillion feet
I was looking for a friend at the end, at the end of the line
And it took me till the end of time
I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke
And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas...of ideas
I once had a dream of a gleam, of a gleam in my eye
And I'll have it till the day I die
I had a thought bubble of trouble, of trouble and strife
And I'll have it for the rest of my life
I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke
And I was out of ideas like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas...of ideas...of ideas...of ideas

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Swan I Married Became a Moose

Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.

String beans on your teeth,
I thought divine.
One time.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

A big and wide behind,
I didn't mind to follow.

I thought it fantastic,
To climb on top.
When we made our version,
Of love.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

I saw you recently,
I did not recognize you.
My eyes laid on your breasts,
And hips so fine.

But then you reminded me,
Of my ignorance.
And what that did to you.

You then left me looking stunning!
And I felt such the fool!

Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.

String beans on your teeth,
I thought divine.
One time.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

And that 'moose' today...
I wish I had not abused!

'Wow, dude?
WHO was that gorgeous woman you tried to hit on?
She's hot! '

That 'was' my ex-wife!

'Yeah, right.
Then one of us is a big liar.
You told me your ex-wife
Could be a side attraction at a circus! '

That was my ex-wife!

'Okay. Snap out of it! '

That was my ex-wife.

'Man, you okay?
Hey...
We all got our fantasies, right? '

Seriously,
That WAS my ex-wife!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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F A M E

Frank Halliwell
Jimboomba, Qld.Oz.

Around me spin the galaxies which I have helped to chart
When the first among the spacemoose, I became.
-Surrounded by these wonders now I stand with heavy heart
And ponder on the brevity of fame.

..The concrete moose that sat atop the rocket's blinding blaze
As it left earth on a pillar of white fire...
It was just a few short weeks ago that poets sang my praise,
and I felt that of my deeds they'd never tire..

It seems they've all forgotten Slack, the famous concrete moose..
..but I was once the hero of their tales..
Once famous, now a nobody, .. a virtual recluse-
Where food abounds but never snow prevails.

So beam me up, MacAntelope and set our course outbound-
To seek among the stars to find out where
The Planet of the Rhyming Versifiers may be found,
We both may become famous, way out there...

Fickleness, thy name is poet, ('specially from the Lone Star State!)
But my name will become legend, though not soon...
And moms and dads in future times will help their kids locate
The concrete moose that's living on the moon.

o0o

poem by Frank Halliwell
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Morse Moose & The Grey Goose

Right on down at the bottom of the sea
Tell me are you receiving me?
My name is morse moose and Im calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat
People said shes never float
One night when the moon was high
The grey goose flew away
As we were sailing round the rocks
The mate took out his compass box
And said the wind is like a fox
But the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea
The admiral, the mate and me
Prepared to face eternity
But the grey goose flew away
She flew into the stormy sea
Davy jones was calling me
But heading for tranquility
The grey goose flew away

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Bull Moose

Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain,
lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar,
stumbling through tamarack swamps,
came the bull moose
to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture.

Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware
there was no place left to go, he stood with the cattle.
They, scenting the musk of death, seeing his great head
like the ritual mask of a blood god, moved to the other end
of the field, and waited.

The neighbours heard of it, and by afternoon
cars lined the road. The children teased him
with alder switches and he gazed at them
like an old, tolerant collie. The woman asked
if he could have escaped from a Fair.

The oldest man in the parish remembered seeing
a gelded moose yoked with an ox for plowing.
The young men snickered and tried to pour beer
down his throat, while their girl friends took their pictures.

And the bull moose let them stroke his tick-ravaged flanks,
let them pry open his jaws with bottles, let a giggling girl
plant a little purple cap
of thistles on his head.

When the wardens came, everyone agreed it was a shame
to shoot anything so shaggy and cuddlesome.
He looked like the kind of pet
women put to bed with their sons.

So they held their fire. But just as the sun dropped in the river
the bull moose gathered his strength
like a scaffolded king, straightened and lifted his horns
so that even the wardens backed away as they raised their rifles.

When he roared, people ran to their cars. All the young men
leaned on their automobile horns as he toppled.

Submitted by cutebabystar

poem by Alden Nowlan
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Show Me This!

Where does one go...
To 'not' take those risks,
That ultimately benefit?
Every aspect of what life truly is.

And where does one go to show...
A life can be lived,
Without daring to take chances?
As they sit and romance a life enhanced.

How many are completely satisfied,
To have lived a life AND survived...
With a quality of it achieved and done,
Without one obstacle...
They had to face and overcome.

Show me this!
And I'll find you a moose,
With thick big lips.
Whose only concern...
Is finding a soft couch to lay on,
To spread latexed covered wide hips.
While munching on chips and onion dip!

And that will be one moose taking more of a risk,
Than anyone deliberately...
Taking a stroll down any street,
In fear of being mugged.
Or gundown by vacationing terrorists!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter Fun In Newfoundland

Cross country skiing, spectcular views along the way
Ski-dooing across the country side
A fantastic ride
Ice fishing in the ponds, rivers and bays
An ending to a nice day
Winter camping is such fun
Rabbit stew for everyone
Playing cards with family and friends,
On a cold stormy winter day
Moose hunting in the winter cold
A daring adventure for any soul
Moose steaks frying in the pan
A glass of screech in your hand
I f your lucky, home made beer and moonshine too
Hiking through the park
Breathing in the air so fresh
Walking over the crispy snow
Hearing the crunch as you go
Enjoy a country dance
Where they play a jig two
Indudge in a winter scoff,
With family, friends and visitors too
All this and more,
In Newfoundland and Labrador

poem by Verna Ralph
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Telling The Truth

Telling of Truths
A brown horse galloped across a snowy field at the end
of the pasture a fence, it jumped over and continued its
crazy gallop into the woods only came to a shuddering
halt when it saw a moose. Steaming nostrils, the moose
charged, horse fled deeper into the woods. Where it met
a forest troll who took it into his cave and gave the horse
a bucket of hot chocolate to drink. Since the snow deep
and tiring to sink into when walking, the troll also fitted
the horse with snow shoes; also, the troll had no need of
a horse led it back to its field. When the farmer came to
fetch his horse and saw the snowshoes, he had a nervous
breakdown and sent away to an asylum, where doctors
tried to convince him it was all in his mind. But the farmer
would have none of it. So he is still there and they will not
release him until he agrees with them that a horse wears
iron shoes and not snowshoes.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Mighty

Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty

song performed by by Sting
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Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Mighty Fine Blues

Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Walk down any street
Pass the people you meet
What is it about this place that keeps you on your feet
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Night is coming down
Closer to the ground
Gonna have a little fun while I'm still around
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes indeed
Don't believe the words they say to you when their soul's hurting
Don't believe a word they say about me because I'm feeling mighty fine
Think I gotta go
Think I'm gonna die
Oh my God somethings wrong
The end is coming near
because I'm
Feeling mighty fine
feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am
Feeling mighty fine
Feeling mighty fine at this time, yes I am, yes I am

song performed by by Eels
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When The Carousel Amimals Got Loose.....[LONG; Humor; Fantasy; Adventure]

In the park for peoples' amusement……
were some workers with an accusement.
T'was on the merry-go-round
where they were all found,
feeling their labor was abusement.

These workers who labored without wages,
were taken from storybook pages.
They were most of them mild...
though some were beasts 'wild'.
Some were loved, some were feared, through the ages.

Three were birds, though one never could fly;
two, that could, rarely took to the sky.
Six of them were mammals...
though none were humped-camels.
One was make-believe, from days-gone-by.

All, including Elephant and Goose,
Unicorn, and big-antlered Moose,
Rooster and Lion,
Ostrich (not flyin') ,
Horse and Tiger, ...all wished to be loose.

Freedom from 'Go-Round' they had discussed.
Then one fine fall day it just seemed a must.
No people were in sight....
(a good time for their 'flight') .
That their plan would succeed, they all did trust.

Unicorn's horn worked Tiger's tether,
loosening its tight knot of leather.
Then Elephant's trunk tip
off Tiger's knot did rip.....
They freed Tiger, working together.

The first thing he did was flex his paws.
Then he freed all his friends, using sharp claws.
They took their bridles off.
Their saddles they did slough.
They stretched their stiff legs and tight jaws.

To be free, for them, was something new.
They'd not all yet thought what they would do.
They were free of their poles.
A bright sun warmed their souls.
Though not human, they'd have some fun too! ! !

Ms. Ostrich tried to fly, but in vain.
Then Rooster and Goose cried 'there's a plane! '
So Ms. Goose and sir Rooster
together did boost her.
And the three rode with Horse, the wind blowing his mane.

Getting off the ride, they were all woozy.
They agreed the ride was a doozy.
And while their five friends cavorted,
the four honked and snorted.
Then they lay in the shade for a snoozy.

' Tiger, let's ride the coaster' said Lion.
'I don't like planes, and I don't like flyin '.'
So while they both rolled along
Tiger sang an old song.
Lion held tight, but ended up cryin '.

Elephant sniffed the cart of peanut vendor.
The peanut smell to 'heaven' did 'send' her.
She ate nuts (shells and all)
till her appetite did fall,
then she rested against a truck fender.

The fantasy beast preferred popcorn,
so he opened the popper with his horn.
Then Unicorn washed his snack down
with a drink, colored brown,
in which floated marshmallows, 'newborn'.

In the Fun House Moose looked in mirrors (curved) .
Then through a dark maze Moose swerved.
Big Moose felt like a fool
when scared by a fake ghoul,
and she ran out of Fun House unnerved.

When their long day was nearly all done
They agreed they'd all had some fun.
Then as it was getting late
one of them tried lock on park gate,
but as a group they chose not to run.

Though freedom was nice for a while
they agreed they'd miss each bright smile…..
of each happy child-rider
and each grown up beside her.
So they all returned to 'go-round', single file.

(12-20-2006/revised 2012)

poem by Bri Edwards
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Yes, during the pilot, they gave me a little toy from the shop. It's like three little moose in a boat, paddling. It's very cute. And I got to keep some of the clothes.

quote by Caroline Dhavernas
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I'd Rather Be Loose

I'd rather be loose,
Than to run
From one who's come undone...
Because their number one,
Finds them to be no fun!

I'd rather be a goose,
Than become
Abused and used by the one...
To be a fool played like some.
Losing their pride, speech and tongue.

I'm not going to be noosed,
Like a moose...
Afraid that someone will shoot,
If I stop jumping through hoops!
Like they'd choose me to do.

Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.

I'd rather be loose,
Than to run
From one who's come undone...
Because their number one,
Finds them to be no fun!

Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.

Oh no...
That's not my purpose or my destiny!
Oh no...
That's not the life I know is meant for me!
Oh no...
I'm not going to gamble on the lottery,
To be free...
Of those headaches I don't need.

I'm not going to be noosed,
Like a moose...
Afraid that someone will shoot,
If I stop jumping through hoops!
Like they'd choose me to do.
Not me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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North-way Woods

A visit to Norway

A journey back in time,
Massive trees left and right,
Stretching their branches skyward,
Reaching for the sun that seldom shows its face,
With rocks happy to reflect its mighty rays,

Hills would make their home for moose and deer,
White houses cling to steep slopes;
Tumbledown shacks cower in their shadow,

Nature is always ready for nature callings,
With berries and mushrooms so wild.

When the mist clears and the curtain drops,
Souls engulfed in a red, white and blue shroud
Witness
Love blossoming in the house of
Love.

poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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I've Earned to Take My Turn

I'd rather be a mouse with teeth.
Than to be a toothless cat...
Quick to twitter and scat.

I'd rather be a mule than a fool.
With a slow pace taken,
To prove I'm serious and not faking.

I'm not a caped superman,
Flying high in skies.
I may look like Clark Kent...
But there is no weakness in my eyes.

I'm not a stole pigeon on the loose.
Some say I look like a moose.
And I waddle like a goose.

But I wont be hanging 'round from a noose.
Because I speak my mind...
With a daring done most times.

Whatever those lessons learned...
I've earned to take my turn!
And being who and what I choose.
But a 'fool'...
Never!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I played with Sam Lay, Jimmy Reed, Big Walter Horton, Big Moose Walker, and all those guys.

quote by Jimmy Smith
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High And Mighty

Intro:
He is high and mighty
He is high and mighty
He is there and ever waiting
Reaching out to you and me
1st chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power
Mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is there with the answers
Let us lift him up
God loves you, did you know that?
Ain't it good to know he cares
If you're burdened down with troubles
Just go to him in prayer
Say god, i'm just a seeker
I'm empty, scared and lost
Then lay your burdens down
At the foot of the cross
He said ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
He will guide and lead you
And fulfill every need
Nothing is impossible
If you have faith enough
So if you've lost direction
Stop and just look up
2nd chorus:
'cause he is high and mighty
Ooh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and mighty
He is life everlasting
Let us lift him up
Interlude:
High and mighty
He is high and mighty
I believe, i do believe
That his love has set me free
I believe, i believe, i believe
3rd chorus:
He is high and mighty
Oh, mighty is his power, mighty is his love
He is high and he's mighty
It's a wonderful feeling
Let us lift him up
He said if i be lifted up
He said if i be lifted up
What did he say?
He said if i be lifted up
I'll draw all the men unto me
Let's lift him higher, higher
Higher and higher each day
Let's lift him up
'cause he is high and he's mighty
And he has washed my sins away
'cause he's high and he's mighty

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Pillay

The chorus of criticism,
Tantamount at times like a coup;
But i am ill-treated and cheated like the ostrich.

Somebody is afraid of something,
But i am here with a smile on;
So bring in the last supplement of the case.

Pillay is my name and,
I am here to calm the moose that sings a song;
For it is time for me to use my head on this issue,
And like wingless-angels in the land of peace.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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