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Details | Limerick |

Unfortunate Singer

My friend Quigly likes to sing
Really almost any thing.
Till once a high note
Caused a blackbird to float,
Down to earth less one wing.

Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Cliches Debunked

To 'ride on somebody's coat tails' Is the most dangerous thing you can do 'Keep a stiff upper lip' is another cliché Mine's not stiff, how about you? 'One good turn deserves another' Turns my stomach if you must ask 'There's no fool like an old fool' I'm quite offended by the last 'Sticks and stones will break my bones' Can break someone's heart as well So if somebody up and says this to you Tell them to go straight to hell 'A penny for your thoughts' is yet another That's pretty damn cheap I'd say A dollar would certainly be more in line With the times we live in today 'A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' Who made up this silly old verse A bird in the hand is quite messy I'd say Poop on your fingers or worse So I've come to the obvious conclusion Concerning the debunking of clichés Refuse to use 'em coz people abuse 'em You'll wind up much happier I say © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


Birdpeople, they fly. birdpeople they glide. you wont see them. they live in the trees, watching you breath and breed. Those nasty human beings. doesn't this world belong to everything?

dictated by Jason Scogin. 

Copyright © Phillip Arnold | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |


Sue decided to send Jim a tweet She used words that were quite indiscreet Calling him a fat turd - (Using another word) Their romance has taken a back seat! 12~23~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Foul Mouth Parrot

I bought a parrot but he has a foul mouth.
I let him loose so that he could fly South.
But he came home again.
This proves that I can't win.
He says the F word two hundred times a day.
He offends everybody and drives them away.
Nobody will take this bird even though I offer to pay them.
I'm going out of my mind, it looks like I'm stuck with him.
I have the only parrot on Earth that's a sinner.
If he doesn't shut up, he's going to be my dinner.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Clerihew |

Tweety Bird

Little Tweety Bird,
Had the cutest lisp ever heard.
Sylvester the cat wanted to eat him,
But Tweety always managed to beat him.


Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


Here I sit in my gilded cage Bars confine me because I got in a rage No chance for a roll in the hay As I’m locked up 24 hours a day The only bars are the ones that imprison me Only twenty more years and I then will be free Locked up for a crime that I admit Being in prison is simply rubbish (I couldn't use my rhyming word!) 101 Poems in a row #17 sponsored by PD Linda :-) 10th May 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ekphrasis |

To Tame a Shrew


Tunke Tunke Tunke
I dragged her along and into the trunk
Clunk clunk clunk, 
I hear some screaming from the Tunke

I drove away, in my brand new Lex
Avoiding both grammar and spelling checks
Safely away, I saved the day
Off I am to the road by the bay

Tunke Tunke Tunke
Her crass verse I too stuffed in the trunk
Drunk drunk drunk
How else does one explain a skunk in the trunk?

So by the bay, I opened me trunk
Someone is gonna be going for a dunk
I unloaded the cargo chapter and verse
At the bottom of the lake let’s see her converse

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Election 2016

He has no laser vision, and he lacks the gift of flight.
 He has no rocket car to drive; his clothes aren’t even tight.

He's a stranger to Metropolis and Gotham’s out of reach
 So he spends a lot of time just South of Erie’s beach.

He fell from space and landed hard, in Cleveland, USA.
 It’s not somewhere he’d choose to be, if he could have his way.

He thinks Ohio's pretty drab, and something’s gotta change
 perhaps he’ll run for president; come now…it’s not THAT strange.

He can start in NYC, a sleepy little town…
 to test the slogan that he’ll use: America, Get Down.

He’ll fix his tie, and light a smoke; he'll practice his quack-fu.
 The platform that he's running on is always-tell-it-true.

Trump vs. Clinton’s getting old, those two both really suck.
 So next year when you’re at the polls, vote: Howard the Duck!

Entry for Comic Book Characters
Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton

*edited 9/16 to reflect the appropriate Republican (debatable...but whatever) candidate. 

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

Flightless Birds

Says the ostrich to the emu with sigh,

   "We have a pair of wings yet cannot fly!

      I guess its just our bad luck

         That we can't cruise like a duck.

            Why have these things?  I'll ever ponder why!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

Lucy's Goosey

There once was a gal named Lucy,
Who had a beloved pet goosey.
The goose learned to fly,
Which made Lucy cry,
Now there's no more Lucy's goosey.

For Blackeyed Susan's limerick contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


All Porto geese 
speak Portuguese.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

Musings Of A Wise Old Owl

Mused the owl roosting on a pine tree shoot,

   "My colleagues think I'm not very astute,

       But I wisely perch in pines,

          Not on hot transmission lines!

             If they singe their butts I don't give a hoot!"

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A Tale Of Two Turkeys

Poor Thomas Turkey,
Alone in his pen.
Sits solemn and scared,
For they 'did in' his hen.
They took her off Sunday,
Then snuffed out her life.
And now he's alone,
Cause they've eaten his wife.
Thanksgiving now over,
He preens with relief.
He can muster a gobble,
Along with his grief.
He pecks round his pen,
For some 'scratch' sprinkled there.
Grows quite happy again,
Not remotely aware . . 
That Christmas is coming
For family and friend,
And for Christmas, at dinner;
They'll eat turkey again.

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


When Santa got stuck down the chimney
What a terrible fright for young lives
Imagine the sight that then met them
Imagine their awful surprise.
With a crash and a thump and a holler
A bang and a whoosh and a boom
The magical globe trotting Santa
Daintily entered their room!

He landed full square in their fireplace
His hat flopped down over his eyes
He looked really much more like Black Beard
Except he was double the size.
The children sat up in amazement
Then hid and peeped through a crack
As this unfortunate dirty old Santa
Was hit on the head by his sack.

The air turned quite blue for a moment
When he finally uttered a cry
I’ve hurt every bone in my body
Was the gist of what he implied
Now Rudolph looked down from above him
Shook his head and then let out a sigh
Get up you clumsy old has been
We still have work left to do tonight.

Well Santa looked right up that chimney
His plight became clear in a flash
He was stuck with his sack at the bottom
And didn’t know how to get back.
The children, still hid in the corner
Just couldn’t believe what they saw
As this dirty old Santa recovered
Did his job and then limped out the door. 

They watched as he climbed out the window
His suit now completely akimbo
But Rudolph was there with the sleigh and a spare
He now had clean clothes to change into.
Once more Rudolph rescued the big man
Stamped his hoof, got him out of his whirl
Threatened to leave less he focus
You know, of course, Rudolph’s a girl!!!!                                                                                                                   
The children got up in the morning
Frustrated, annoyed and distressed,
For their bedroom looked just like a bombsite
Where two sacks of gifts had been left
Despite having left him a message
Stating ‘ please do not leave so much trash,
We are modern day children remember
What we want is a cheque or some cash’

Copyright © Heather Buxton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |


Gliding seagull in the summer sky Drops its load - it lands in my eye! I remove the mess – I’m so unhappy…. Will someone please invent a seagull nappy! Entered in Laura Loo's couplet contest 28th July 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Though fully dressed for a wedding I could not resist the buffet, Fine lipstick wore off for a refill Of dessert from a laden tray. Soon, full tummy began to roll Up, down like the hall’s throbbing light My rear needed to drop a bomb; Restraining the urge,’ not tonight!’ As bridesmaid, I pulled the doves’ cage While they zoomed off, my eyes sensed it Before rushing to the girl’s loo, My gown streaked with birds’ deposit! Everyone Poops Contest of Roy Jerden 7/30/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

Do you like Pigeons Dad

‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since when?’

“Since the Rock Pigeon flew
And ended up in a stew
Since their domestication by men”

‘But I like Pigeons Dad’

“I know
You do”

‘I like how they sing
I like the shape of their wing
So you should like them too’

“But I don’t like Pigeons Son.
Not now.
Not ever.
Their walk is bizarre,
They crap on my car
And they’re really not that clever”

'But Daaaad…

...they wake me in the morning,
With their delightful coo,
Their plumage is wonderful - an iridescent blue.
They look good in the garden Dad
They don’t make such a mess
Do you like Pigeons Dad?’


[This poem was the result of being asked this question many, many, many times by my son. My son is on the autistic spectrum - he has Asperger's Syndrome to give the official diagnosis. He is a lovely human being & I love him dearly. But one of his most irritating traits, is the fact that he asks the same questions continuously all day every day. No matter how you respond, the same question will be posed minutes later. Currently and for at least the last 2 to 3 years: 'Do you like pigeons daddy?' is his favourite/most frequently asked question. Now that you know that, perhaps you can really feel the exasperation in that final ..."Yes"]

Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Broadways Chicken Play

You all must read Sara Kendrick’s poem the “Chicken” before reading this one!!!!
Thanks Sara for giving me such a great idea!!!!!

Broadways.... "Chicken Play"

The stage was dimly lit
For the opening of this play
The crowd was clucking in anticipation
They had no idea
A love story
A drama
A play of philosophy
The writer used a feather quill
Was this not a hint?

The main actress, was a real bird she was
She strutted and strolled
The audience was captivated
Her allure was on display
Her beauty hid she was heartless hen
Out jumped the Kernel Saunders!!!!
Sword in one hand
13 secret spices in the other

Well, this birds suitors ran to her defense
To no avail at all
These buccaneers would end up in a bucket
I do not lie
It included the fries

Sadly parts where tosses to and fro
Necks and wings and breasts were sliced
It sure was not a pretty sight
A civil war this was not
The dame was slaughtered on a southern shore

Let this me a lesson to you all you gizards
While the chickens are away
It’s for sure
This silly poet will play!!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Our National Irrational Bird

I'm sittin' here just thinkin'
what bird I'd like to see
High up on a flag pole
just standin' over me
I thought of every kind of bird
from eagle to a dove
but I really must admit
it's the Turkey that I love
Now you might just started thinkin'
a whole lot less of me
But looking at Our Congress
PLEASE tell me what YOU see

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |


Let’s push for the turkey to be the national bird So many birds could be spared, so spread the word Every turkey should be pushing for congress To help them out of their mass slaughtering mess If the turkey becomes the national bird Maybe their clucking will still be heard They could become a protected species Rather than be in tasty thanksgiving recipes Turkey’s vote for thanksgiving to be banned Then there will be even more turkey’s ruling the land! 10~14~15 N/A in original contest

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

The Winged Man and His Wife

Once in a land full of life
At least that's what I was told so
There lived a happy man and his wife
Who smiled and watched the birds go

One day as they were watching the birds
The old man had flipped his hat
For he had said only a few words
And it was that he could fly like that

The wife then began to frown
For the man had simply gone mad
So she got ready to leave the town
Which made the cheery guy sad

He swore to her that he would fly
So the wife had grabbed her things
She opened the door and said bye
And when she left, the man sprouted wings

A few years had come and gone
The wife grew old and watched time pass
One day when sitting, she heard a song
That sounded from her fifth floor window glass

'my love,' it said, 'I now have wings.
my love,' it went on, 'I wish you would see me fly.
my dear, come look at me, drop your things.
I wait by your window, perched in the sky.'

The wife got up and looked out the pane
She froze at the sight she had saw
Her husband flying, or was she insane?
He smiled at her dropped jaw.

'My love, come with me. Fly in the sky.'
'I can't,' she shook her head
'oh come on. climb out. I promise you won't die.'
So she climbed out, and was never seen again.

(this is fictional)

Copyright © Destiny Jordan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

One For Kicks

I know a bird who sways and swings
He jumps and kicks and flaps his wings
He cannot fly in stormy weather
He cannot strut his fluffy feathers
So instead he sits and sings.

Copyright © Don Davidson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Percy the peacock flaunts his colored tail, Spreading gold wings like a Japanese fan To excite a mate, a future peahen Along the hall where children watch him sail. Once, thrice, Percy struts a handsome display With eyes blue, he looks around for a pick. And ladies murmur of avian topic; While they form a circle nearing his way. The prettiest one robed in aqua-green Shows interest while Percy loudly drools, That flappers open acting super cool! Brilliant her poise, tall as he, and serene. Ready to capture his one, perfect bride Wham! Percy flops on the hall’s wet cement. An honest proposal almost denied, But maiden takes the chance, how heaven sent! Animals Alive Contest of Carol Eastman 7/18/2014 nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

The Circle


The Circle of witches all heard a loud knock 
"Come in!" Said a voice behind a big rock 
But it wasn't "the Raven" 
And sure wasn't a Haven 
So all run out  just wearin' socks and no frock! 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
Aka ladydp2000 

September 10, 2014

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |


I looked at a bird flying high Its poop landed up in my eye I looked such a disgrace As it slid down my face Folks laughed, but I wanted to cry FICTION WRITE! 01~06~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Feathered Bandits

We are so pleased to see you, Humans are nice
You are such easy targets, now here’s some advice
If you ever get 'Bombed' on your Jacket or Tie
Look UP to find out who scored that Bulls eye

We all laugh our beaks off as you curse and moan
At the mess that you’re sporting but you’re not on your own
All are fair game if you come into town
We don’t care if we ruin your suit or your gown

Kind folk in the Park keep us well fed
And many a loft makes an excellent bed
We get woken each morning by the very first chime
Of the Town Hall Clock as it tolls out the time

The Benches and Signposts all bear our Mark
And even the Statues stand out in the dark
They have been there for ages and you’ll suffer their fate
If you stay in one spot as you wait for your Date

Whether perched on a ledge or up in the air
Our aim is unerring and misses are rare
Lingering hatless is nothing but folly
So your only defence is to hide ‘neath a Brolly

We will target your shoulders, your head and your back
Even dogs with their owners are prone to attack
As are people at crossings and news vendors too
Or bag laden shoppers who come into view

Avoidance is futile although you may try
You will never be safe from the Lords of the Sky 
So whatever your Colour, Creed or Religion                   
None shall escape from the Town Centre Pigeon!                 

Copyright © Rob Bettridge | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

A Big Bird From Cantoon

( Limerick) A big bird from Cantoon could not fly With his wings spread open he perch'd high But the branch then just broke Fell and it wasn't a joke Thought that he was dead and start'd to cry! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.4.2014

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

The Crow

I once heard a knock at my door
And there was a crow repeating "No more"
I was so taken aback
I hit him with a rack
And sent him crashing right on the floor!


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014