In the autumn my father drove me out of town to see the geese landing in the pond at the Meyer farm. Mr. Meyer had built a lookout atop his barn, with a guest register and an old pencil. My father liked to go to the top and watch the geese take off and land. And he liked to have me with him.
Geese are called “hamsa” in Sanskrit. They are supposed to be the messengers of Brahma. Geese are part of the famous Indian story of “Nala and Damayanti”.
They fly as far as they can. They do not kno how or why, but realise that they aare alive. They must survive or they must resign. I have seen them. I have seen them. Can they see me? Who am I? How? Iam. Iwill not believe until I am able to see.
A bird. Always wanted to eat its meat. Rhymes like geese. So u always smile when u say its name. Oh geese, oh beautiful white geese..wait, is geese=swan? No? NOO? Oooh shit.
Goose feather pillows make me sneeze
I lay my head and my nose shoots. Pew!
And my eyes water, and I pretend it’s tears for the geese
That gave up their jackets for a pillow
And their flesh for a Sunday lunch
But then I see them
(In the eye of my mind, which doesn’t water)
Side by side and whole
Nestled in the pillow and comatose
I like to think they’re called Martha and Andrew
And I consider roasting my pillow
Because goose would be a satisfying midnight snack
“You know, you shouldn’t throw the stuff AT the freaking birds.”
“Ah shaddap.” The brown haired boy said, tossing another piece. “Its cool when they see it and snap at it rather than fly away.”
geese crossed the street as if they didn’t see the cars. I was speeding along the road; it was cloudy; I thought they were going to move, but as I got within one hundred meteres of them it was obvious that they wouldn’t. I slammed on the brakes, heard the wheels squeel, and came to a stop. They looked at me
York, swimming on the river in your last week while my friends and i dangled oyur legs over the edge of the embankment watching the red boats go by. two boats were named after my friends!! we ate icecreams and reminisced with a friend we havent seen for 2 yrs. fantastic times we had visiting the shambles, yourk minster and jorvik.
a deluge of stress clouds my heart. i crumble, i fall, i’m out of breath. muted grey tones saturate my world. yet what’s this i’ve stumbled upon? books stashed in one corner of my room; i’ve tumbled back into the days of my childhood, those hours when i sought comfort in mother goose. once more-
i am unable in recalling the meaning of the word.. but today i will write as this after some time that i have been writting because i was out of town and that was a great time with friends and hope that i m able to spend such quality time with them as many times as possible … throughout my life.. .
i lke geese thy are white and fly. sometimes they honk at people and that can be scary. i like them sometimes. when they don’t honk. one dy i might buy a goose but i don’t know yet. its a trinky thing to think about. maybe i will live on a goose farm
Like masked old women, the Canadian geese lift their gray skirts and slowly step along the road,owning it whole, while I slow and honk and swear, but they ignore me the way a well-mannered lady pretends a ruffian is just not there, saying gaily “Silly goose, what’s your rush? Enjoy the pause, enjoy the strut.”
Swans are beautiful. They certainly have to overcome the odds – something about a bird that lives in the water instead of the air seems wrong and clumsy. But swans destroy that stereotype. Grace. Elegance. Beauty. The reason I’ve always liked the number 2 the best is because it resembles a swan.
Wait what? the word is geese?
Oh shit… geese suck.
flying in a nut colored sky with broomsticks and bells quite like a pack of retarded whales with strange neck problems, geese often annoy all who see them based upon the fact that they enjoy shitting upon the happy grass and prefer to honk angrily when there is happiness to be had.
note
this is a lie
The goose was flying. He had lost his group last night and hasn’t felt safe since. Flying on and on, his wings grew tired. As twilight came, he began to look for a place to rest.
geese. peaceful and togetherness
collective word that shows loyalty and family. Goose, the singular is rarely seen, as geese stay in families and nuture each other. if i were an animal i would be a geese because i am loyal and tend to stay with my own. Geese, shows everything good about the animal kingdom.
I was mauled to death by a gaggle of geese. How was i supposed to look tough in Hades? Hell, i don’t know. What a heroic way to die, the greatest fighter in Greece, mauled to death by a gaggle of geese.
Geese are not beautiful. They are ugly. They are loud. They are stupid. They are crude. Not like mallards, swans, etc. Geese, as a whole are just really lame birds.
Ahhh. Damn sun. It’s too bright. We should somehow be able to dim it, fuck sunglasses. Oh good. There’s a bench. This park is too damn long. Wow. Those geese are annoying. Why can’t they shut up? Wait, why the hell do we have geese in this park anyway? There’s really no point to them. All they do is annoy the fuck outta everyone. Maybe I should get rid of them. Tomorrow. I’ll bring my gun tomorrow.
My mother always used to say that geese were attack dogs in disguise. I’ve never come across a pack of geese myself but I’m assured that they are particularly vicious. That’s why I always flinch when I hear honking, its not the car that scares me its the sound of geese.
It was a sunny day. My cousins had made me a sandwich. Being the shockingly introverted child I was, I sat with my hands under the table. Considering my head was down, it is a wonder I didn’t see the goose heading toward my finger with its beak gaping.
they were flying over head when i thought i herd her call my name. i looked around in the long grass to see her there but there was no one. i can remember her face like it was yesterday but the pain seems to be fading a bit. she used to love to watch the geese on the lake this time a year. i wish there was a way for me to turn back time and say all the things that i should have said to her…
gesse poope everywhere..they are ugly and i always have to walk or ride my bike around them. they scare me because they look really mean when they start to hiss and it really pisses me off. i don’t like geese at all. they’re no good.
When my friends and I went to the park, we saw those beautiful geese looking straight into our eyes. That was the day we found out geese don’t like to be thrown rocks at.
Oh, it’s ‘geese’ well that’s different; ‘God botherers’ are called ‘sheep’, while those who say ‘there is no God’ are called ‘geese’, because ‘the fool has said in his heart ‘”there is no God.”‘
I watched the geese float across the lake. They made the scene even more spectacular as the passerby stopped to watch. The morning glowed with the brightness that hadn’t been seen in a long while.
The girls giggle like a gaggle of geese and I move away with disgust. I’ll never understand what’s so funny about discussing how many different ways there are to murder someone with a handkerchief. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
In the autumn my father drove me out of town to see the geese landing in the pond at the Meyer farm. Mr. Meyer had built a lookout atop his barn, with a guest register and an old pencil. My father liked to go to the top and watch the geese take off and land. And he liked to have me with him.
Geese are called “hamsa” in Sanskrit. They are supposed to be the messengers of Brahma. Geese are part of the famous Indian story of “Nala and Damayanti”.
They fly as far as they can. They do not kno how or why, but realise that they aare alive. They must survive or they must resign. I have seen them. I have seen them. Can they see me? Who am I? How? Iam. Iwill not believe until I am able to see.
A bird. Always wanted to eat its meat. Rhymes like geese. So u always smile when u say its name. Oh geese, oh beautiful white geese..wait, is geese=swan? No? NOO? Oooh shit.
if i was a natures guy, how would i implement that in the life that i am living.
Goose feather pillows make me sneeze
I lay my head and my nose shoots. Pew!
And my eyes water, and I pretend it’s tears for the geese
That gave up their jackets for a pillow
And their flesh for a Sunday lunch
But then I see them
(In the eye of my mind, which doesn’t water)
Side by side and whole
Nestled in the pillow and comatose
I like to think they’re called Martha and Andrew
And I consider roasting my pillow
Because goose would be a satisfying midnight snack
“You know, you shouldn’t throw the stuff AT the freaking birds.”
“Ah shaddap.” The brown haired boy said, tossing another piece. “Its cool when they see it and snap at it rather than fly away.”
geese crossed the street as if they didn’t see the cars. I was speeding along the road; it was cloudy; I thought they were going to move, but as I got within one hundred meteres of them it was obvious that they wouldn’t. I slammed on the brakes, heard the wheels squeel, and came to a stop. They looked at me
York, swimming on the river in your last week while my friends and i dangled oyur legs over the edge of the embankment watching the red boats go by. two boats were named after my friends!! we ate icecreams and reminisced with a friend we havent seen for 2 yrs. fantastic times we had visiting the shambles, yourk minster and jorvik.
a deluge of stress clouds my heart. i crumble, i fall, i’m out of breath. muted grey tones saturate my world. yet what’s this i’ve stumbled upon? books stashed in one corner of my room; i’ve tumbled back into the days of my childhood, those hours when i sought comfort in mother goose. once more-
i am unable in recalling the meaning of the word.. but today i will write as this after some time that i have been writting because i was out of town and that was a great time with friends and hope that i m able to spend such quality time with them as many times as possible … throughout my life.. .
i lke geese thy are white and fly. sometimes they honk at people and that can be scary. i like them sometimes. when they don’t honk. one dy i might buy a goose but i don’t know yet. its a trinky thing to think about. maybe i will live on a goose farm
Like masked old women, the Canadian geese lift their gray skirts and slowly step along the road,owning it whole, while I slow and honk and swear, but they ignore me the way a well-mannered lady pretends a ruffian is just not there, saying gaily “Silly goose, what’s your rush? Enjoy the pause, enjoy the strut.”
Swans are beautiful. They certainly have to overcome the odds – something about a bird that lives in the water instead of the air seems wrong and clumsy. But swans destroy that stereotype. Grace. Elegance. Beauty. The reason I’ve always liked the number 2 the best is because it resembles a swan.
Wait what? the word is geese?
Oh shit… geese suck.
flying in a nut colored sky with broomsticks and bells quite like a pack of retarded whales with strange neck problems, geese often annoy all who see them based upon the fact that they enjoy shitting upon the happy grass and prefer to honk angrily when there is happiness to be had.
note
this is a lie
tempering
The goose was flying. He had lost his group last night and hasn’t felt safe since. Flying on and on, his wings grew tired. As twilight came, he began to look for a place to rest.
geese. peaceful and togetherness
collective word that shows loyalty and family. Goose, the singular is rarely seen, as geese stay in families and nuture each other. if i were an animal i would be a geese because i am loyal and tend to stay with my own. Geese, shows everything good about the animal kingdom.
like all geeses i duck my head and hand over my neck
I was mauled to death by a gaggle of geese. How was i supposed to look tough in Hades? Hell, i don’t know. What a heroic way to die, the greatest fighter in Greece, mauled to death by a gaggle of geese.
Geese are not beautiful. They are ugly. They are loud. They are stupid. They are crude. Not like mallards, swans, etc. Geese, as a whole are just really lame birds.
sitting on a park bench
feeling like a dead duck
dun na na na na nah
DAAAADADADDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Oh I get the word geese again. Alright! I was walking down the street when something caught my eye. OH! IT’s geese! I shouted. Pretty unusual site!
i saw geese in the pond
I have two friends who were both attacked by geese at young ages. Separate incidences. Now, both are too skinny and are…gloomy, most of the time.
I think it’s hilarious. Imagine it: a little six year old being chased by geese. The audio alone would be priceless.
Ahhh. Damn sun. It’s too bright. We should somehow be able to dim it, fuck sunglasses. Oh good. There’s a bench. This park is too damn long. Wow. Those geese are annoying. Why can’t they shut up? Wait, why the hell do we have geese in this park anyway? There’s really no point to them. All they do is annoy the fuck outta everyone. Maybe I should get rid of them. Tomorrow. I’ll bring my gun tomorrow.
My mother always used to say that geese were attack dogs in disguise. I’ve never come across a pack of geese myself but I’m assured that they are particularly vicious. That’s why I always flinch when I hear honking, its not the car that scares me its the sound of geese.
It was a sunny day. My cousins had made me a sandwich. Being the shockingly introverted child I was, I sat with my hands under the table. Considering my head was down, it is a wonder I didn’t see the goose heading toward my finger with its beak gaping.
they were flying over head when i thought i herd her call my name. i looked around in the long grass to see her there but there was no one. i can remember her face like it was yesterday but the pain seems to be fading a bit. she used to love to watch the geese on the lake this time a year. i wish there was a way for me to turn back time and say all the things that i should have said to her…
gesse poope everywhere..they are ugly and i always have to walk or ride my bike around them. they scare me because they look really mean when they start to hiss and it really pisses me off. i don’t like geese at all. they’re no good.
They fly, they squak, they squawk, and they preen.
There are usually more than one when they are designated as such, but alone they are goose.
When they fly en masse, not a single wingtip touches another, as if they all know where the others are.
When my friends and I went to the park, we saw those beautiful geese looking straight into our eyes. That was the day we found out geese don’t like to be thrown rocks at.
Flying, honking. Winter. Canada. School. Family. Free. Take me with you, please. Togetherness. Company.
I was walking into a park when I was attacked by robot geese that decided to come into our world for all our hot dogs!
They are beautiful creatures who stick together. If more people were like geese, we may have a nice world. They are very protective of their young.
Oh, it’s ‘geese’ well that’s different; ‘God botherers’ are called ‘sheep’, while those who say ‘there is no God’ are called ‘geese’, because ‘the fool has said in his heart ‘”there is no God.”‘
I watched the geese float across the lake. They made the scene even more spectacular as the passerby stopped to watch. The morning glowed with the brightness that hadn’t been seen in a long while.
The girls giggle like a gaggle of geese and I move away with disgust. I’ll never understand what’s so funny about discussing how many different ways there are to murder someone with a handkerchief. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
Wearing your heart on your sleeve might get you into trouble or save someone’s life-it depends what is in your heart!
White aggressive animals. Look good on a tray but beware of them live. One is a lot, more than one is too much.