Best Clucked Poems

PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

           APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery...

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I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttered after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil...

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***Stay true to who you are and never let anyone pull you from your center!***


                           One day Mr. Chicken...

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The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.

Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose...

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The Three Little Pigs


The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs

They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature

Pigs and poetry was...

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The eighth of May, is mother’s day,
My son keeps chickens, eggs to lay,
Kids came for lunch, love them so, 
Told us about their chicken Flo,
Laying not easy, Flo clucked loud,
Hungry after her feat, was proud,
Greedy for seed put neck through pen,
Just too far, now a...

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As a poet, I'm not bound by rules, only my imagination.
There's ink in my veins, gathering visions for inspiration.
I paint words on paper, instead of on canvas with a brush
Poetry is my aphrodisiac. It provides me with such a rush.

I write about dew drops on...

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Written by Gail R DeBole
on July 19, 2021
Updated September 4, 2021

A baby who lived on a farm
Would coo and gurgle with charm.
She completely amazed
Her family each day
With all of her sweet, lovely sounds.

She would hear chickens, cows, and sheep
As she fell into a very sound...

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When Monty didn’t return to the town
in sorrow the love-struck Monique was drowned,
and townsfolk clucked when they saw her tears,
would say,”It turned out just how I feared.

“You never can trust the musician sort,
they’re here one moment, then gone on their horse.”
Big Harry consoled the sobbing...

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I once nodded off and found myself on a farm,
I was met by a horse who said I’d come to no harm

His name was George, he was tall and ‘jet black’
and he knelt down right gentle as I climbed on to his back

As we strode...

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Science improves things, so they say,
can't prove it by me, take the clock
once it swung, and cockco's played
now it's silent, no tick or tock.

Old clocks clucked each tick and each tock
tongue to roof, they made a clapping.
Once they had arms and hands and locks
now they...

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The farm was nestled deep in the country,
down a dusty road was a lovely house and barn;
where horses ran and jumped in a meadow beyond,
and fat cows mooed and chickens clucked, and
a rooster welcomed each dawn and strutted proudly.

Farmer Hector Cuckleburr, Hec for short and...

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I had a fat goose and she clucked
Each time a soft feather got plucked
The goose then got old
And could not be sold
So into my oven – you’re ‘cooked’!


Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for her invaluable advice in helping me with the ending of the poem

04~25~17...

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On a polka-dotted day, at the Plott's house down the block,
Mama Plott was plotting where to place her dandy cuckoo clock
The handy, cuckoo clock,... took a spot right on the shelf
and proudly perched, profoundly, next to candy in a pot! 

While Mommy Plott cooked something...

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One day I chanced to walk by a spirit of a dead man,
And he looked unto me with wizened eyes
And he asked "Child, what is life to you, this darkness and this light?"
And to him I said:

We rise into the light when we are born...

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