Best Beaky Poems

Three tombs stand by the beaten path
among the dry and trodden grass,
not hewn in stone that they would last
but corrugated cardboard 
each bearing felt-tipped epigraph.

The...

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There are ghosts, ghouls, and gargoyles out tonight.
They could all give you a scare, maybe even a fright.
But the one that terrifies me the absolute...

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Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good...

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There once was a pigeon 
Who lived in a cage
Its fluffy exterior 
All tormented with rage.
The beaky beast ruled
The entire place
Scaring it's fellow creatures
Venom scribbled...

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My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt

We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war 
graves of a Christmas

I want...

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My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.

Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You...

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The  Mystery Code.

She is tapping on the glass with her finger nails. The sound is like pins dropping on a tiled floor. Their eyes...

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Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of...

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Tremolo vibrations mark this soar
like weight lines in my invisible cloak
urging more ardor as nerves implore
testimony heralding our sick joke

while packed within schools of baffled...

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Poor Patsy had Pigeon's toes,
She also had a Beaky nose
Crows feet around her eyes
Eagles wings so she could fly
Up in the air, she would go

Nobody...

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Let us chase each other‘s urge on scalding heaths,
Like ponies on the gallop without rein,
A deep seat harness cast into oblivion in the spurt to...

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I used to be a curate in, and Beaky
named a North York’s town
while taking a sip of his beer 
and eying the company round.
We knew...

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I.
Among twenty different brightly colored toys,
The only moving thing
Was the beak of a noisy parrot.

II.
I was of three family members,
Like a family tree 
In which...

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You have a weird head she said. What is wrong with it?
I don’t know I admitted. No one told me this ever before I met...

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Late commers snap beaky throats,
mug with angry complaints.

A gathering
of de-frocked preachers strut
and preen, a tussled foraging, 
hustle, and riot.

Up in the branches brothers caw and...

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