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My small way of showing anger for this year's circus of an election process:
I recall when George Bush had to duck
a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck.
What I'd love now to see
is some dog take a pee
on that dump of a Trump. What a schmuck!
for the the Political Ordeal Poetry Contest of CT
cute, devotion, husband, love, marriage, relationship,
I met you at a point when I
thought I would never meet that guy.
That guy who makes my dials spin
to “happy” - just by walking in;
That guy who with his cheeky quips
Can wash the venom from my lips;
That guy who takes my hand to duck
the curveballs and the filthy luck;
That guy who knows just what to say
When all my logic’s worn away;
That guy whose faith I’ll never doubt -
Who simply, I can’t live without.
Eleven years have tumbled by,
Eleven years - you’re still that guy.
7 September 2018
For Still The One Contest
Hosted by Michelle Faulkner
deep, friendship, humor, hyperbole, imagination, romantic, words,
it loudly and
l`m a miss
and l miss
you inside out
I miss you like
bees really miss
water for my thirst
food for my hunger
scratch for my itch
want to take
to you like
duck to water
you draw me
to you like
moth to light
you are my cake
my cup of goodies
my hot ice-cream
at night my moon
daytime my sun
your love my light
take a seat
I sold that heater
for your heat
you bathe in milk
l bask in your presence
a sublime quench
what she did not
say is that we`re close
strangers on the net!
This is something old Walter never talked about
But I wonder if Mickey and Minnie ever made out
Judging by their physiques, might have been quite a challenge
Can't you just imagine Mickey yelling out those bad words
Like, “golly” and “gee whiz" and "this is swell, Miss Minnie”
“You were g-r-r-r-r-e-a-a-a-a-t!!!”
Next time let's do it in your mousey hole*
(* Uh, that's where mousies live, you bad naughty people!”)
Okay I'll never be able to watch another Mickey Mouse cartoon again
Without the visual popping into my brain
Same with Donald and Daisy Duck!
Hope the kiddies never find out!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Yikes! Arrow targeting me
Cupid, please choose another
Scars from your last shot remain
Heart still bleeding red
*For Francine's "Red" Contest
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
I paid a buck for a Buck skin Coat
I watched a Duck, duck the propellers of a Boat
I’ve seen the Tears ; of Tears in my Heart*
I See the Caribbean Sea Tear my Life Apart
To be Cont.
I know ; very bad of me , I Dedicate this to myself in Celebration of going back to school
For a bachelors’ Degree in English LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Eternal Liege…Harry
dedication, destiny, spoken word, strength, true love, visionary, wisdom,
You will never find love if you search for it.
It will duck
It will do anything it can to stay out of grasp
Only those whom behold the most powerful virtue
Can attain love
The forgotten building block of human essence
Those who give up searching for love
Live their life
Demonstrating great patience
Will have love come to them
Not just any love
The greatest and purest love
bird, friendship, lost love,
Against the moonlit sky
alone upon the deck,
Afflack waddles among the boats,
searching for some food to peck.
He is a fine specimen of a duck,
exclusive to our marina.
He lost his partner years ago,
and pines for her for no good reason.
His lonesome quacks, his grunts and sighs
betray the sadness in his eyes.
I know he truly can remember
his own duck love, his mate forever.
So I make sure to come prepared
to give him food, he is not scared.
We've formed a friendship, he and I
he's welcomed here, he will not fly...away.
Written on 3/14/2007
childhood, fantasy, childrendog, dog,
Sarah's a good witch
Her basic color is white
Expression one of delight
You'll never hear Sarah scream
Everything's peaches and cream
She lives in a hut
A poor humble little hut
With dog Spot a mutt
Sarah likes to brew cider
With little ones beside her
They duck for apples
Splashing laughing dog Spot too
Then kids sit for pumpkin pie
Sister Mary standing by
The kids love Mary
Mary is a good witch too
Sweetness through and through
If you should be passing by
Note the figure in the sky
Crossing o'er the moon
Sarah needs some flying time
Streaking feeling fine
Mary holds the fort below
Come on in Enjoy the show!
She lies breathless on the kitchen table,
as I prepare to perform my passion.
first, I marinated her breasts
in a fusion of lime juice and coconut oil,
then massage them gently with tamarind cream.
Her soft flesh felt like silly putty in my hands.
She was on heat in a minute or so.
One half hour works,
now she is stir up and moist
Her thighs were beautifully browned.
I varnished them with a feather dipped in honey.
I taste her,
She melts inside my mouth.
I dampened the flame.
The wine is on ice,
the table is spread.
I can’t wait for her to come!
Twas the first time
I’ve cooked for my love.
I've got a duck, a rubber duck
It lives on the tub, I like it
I had one when I was six
Once when I asked my stepmother where it was
Her reply was "I'll show you a rubber duck
you little freak!"
That day I learned and earned the price of my
That time it was cheap only two teeth a bloody nose
and a fractured jaw
My every move in life exacted a different pain
I learned how to hate, and then I learned how to love
that’s why last year I bought the duck that lives
on the tub
It's just a small reminder.
john loving iii
bible, bird, faith,
one day the flightless peacock
got a message from above
and when it filled his heart
he gave the message to a dove
when he received it he knew it was true
this was something special
and to all the world it should be flew
the dove gave it to a crane
and the crane gave it to a duck
which went south for the winter
where the message was also brought
but then the dragon got word
and he didn't like it at all
he flew around the world
saying the message was false
but all the birds knew it
and the woodpecker too
the message of God's love
is very, very true
(This goes with a presentation of origami birds and a dragon that can flap their wings.)
Robert L. Hinshaw
bird, humor, love,
There was this teal duck and Canada goose,
That 'neath a cloistered Colorado spruce,
Enjoyed a lusty-ful tryst,
Ending up in a quaint twist!
Their offspring sported feathers of chartreuse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Brother and sister love
Its a bird
Its a plane
No it looks like Sa-vannah
Flying in the air with duck tales
Saying come on mommy
Let's fly higher
So diontay can't catch us
Diontay says I am tired off you
I am going to the navy
To get away from my sister
She cries no no
I don't want you to go
I won't have no one to torment
And diontay says
That's the point
Cries don't stop running until
She joins the navy too
Now we are forever close
Essence's and Desires
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animal, creation, cute love,
The elusive, furry platypus,
Is a surviving monotreme,
Living above and below the water,
Of any Aussie stream,
Where it lives a pure autonomous life,
With a bric a brac design,
Made up from bits of others,
A sort of animal Frankenstein,
With its duck bill mouth and otter foot,
And beaver sort of tail,
And then it’s got its venomous poison,
In a curly black toenail,
And, as a mammal, what’s really odd,
It lays eggs like a chook…
These are reasons I love spotting platypus,
When they’re swimming in a brook.
In the main campus of University of Wollongong
I saw a duck couple walking side by side
Around them were their kids, a couple of little ducklings
How exciting with this scenery I felt
Which made me know that
Even these wild livings understood what love was like
but why human beings here and there always feel confusing?
Love is not always as romantic as some people expected
Love by a simple companion is an apparent matter of fact
that exists everywhere with all lives
The rain appeared, arctic
Spattered the duck board
As angry pellets flinched
Boathouse dank, bleak
Galley proofing transpire
Moist and humid
With sense of Frangelico
And bitter almonds
The sord chattered
With new fervor
And feeders sojourned
Past darkled dawn
Composition turned to
Place in basket
Not to collate
Wits and writer’s block
Onset of migraine
With visual disturbance
Write of grief
She is not coming back
Do not die
Sun is aching to flicker
Drop downbeat design
Bloom buds of dreams
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
My Redneck Truck
I love to ride around in my redneck truck
Even though I do not hunt rabbit, duck, or buck,
It makes me feel great when life goes a-muck.
And when I am enamored or by nature, moonstruck.
An ordinary truck somewhat knocked around.
No longer has a bumper, headlight lost, not found.
It never has complaints, no, not one sound.
That is why we take it when we go to town.
The AC might be broken but the windows work.
Sometimes my hair blows wildly, just one quirk.
I laugh so loud some people think I’ve gone berserk.
Always overjoyed because it beats legwork.
© August 3, 2010
allegory, animal, mother,
Mother Duck and Ducklings venture from cattail cover
wiley mother duck
which wee waddler will you sacrifice
to the prowling fox
love, mother, parents,
You emerge out of a million, sit on that luck
becoming a great winner out of a competitive flock.
My hands feel you in whole-from head to buttock
I cannot lose count b’cos its nine month near the clock.
With your movement, to me, you always talk.
Doing that well, while trying to walk,
kicking right and left, I feel your knock.
You swim in the fluid of my happiness like a duck
and fly in the confidence of care like Hawk.
Sustained by a mother’s protection piled in stock
receiving its elements, bulk after bulk.
Waiting for nature’s bell as definitive as a rock
joy, blending with pain- as at me, it’ll peacefully mock.
Her plumage allures
Curvaceous in her wiggle
Like a duck waddles
In trance I am, captured so
She in view, I follow true
silent along walls
and inside a soul
a galactic tone…
mm worm sign!
I won’t sleep again
I’m still not wise
”...take a bite…”
”... an apple a day
Through tear filled eyes and glasses broken,
I fear the darkness I have awoken.
It glares at me, it's very mad,
for what I've done is truly bad.
I duck in fear, hoping for a miss,
to my surprise I get a kiss.
For I had only had a nightmare,
yet she is here full of care.
I lay back down and drift to sleep,
and in this dream I Count The Sheep.
I floated through the park today,my duck and me fed bread to the bees and the pollon made us sneeze.
We quacked and laughed into a summers breeze and the buzz we had brought us to our knees.
i see a red duck
swimming in blue-grey water
the storm just began