Best Clucking Poems

Worn wood is on the barn
like wrinkles from a hard life
Many long years have passed
It served its purpose, now filled
Things people didn't want to let...

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My prayers are not asking you to
 
save me from my enemy.
 
My children have turned their backs.
 
They praise dance with many
 
Adversaries-
 
When...

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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular...

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Withered memories invigorate, rekindling rhythm of heart,
Grabbing hold of me to retrieve elation of forgotten past
Throbbing in enchantment, treasured memoirs now impart,
Where decaying house stands,...

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          Spring comes early,
          when you live...

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AUTUMN TREES

like some huge wild beast
this hollow tree, dead limbs spread
two children inside

three wolves in the snow
patiently look up the tree
some nut shells and tracks

hear...

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Good Friends:

This is a 12 Verse Solo Renga; it is in the Junicho form:


Apple Blossoms


Cool in the morning
A few leaves are still clinging
To a few...

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Asian Epicurean Quest

At the heart of China Town, Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia) is Petaling Street.
  
Domain of hustlers, hucksters, cheap-jacks and diblers; purveyors...

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Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it,...

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Walked at the mall this morning right outta bed
Clucking and squawking like an old hen with the bends
Perseverance is a must
Just brush off the dust
Showing...

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Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. 

Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing, ...

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The tempest in a teapot,
sits there as it may,
though it bothers none,
that is bothersome,
though bother surely begot.

The tempest in a teapot,
sits there and bestilled,
control the...

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The rooster crows at the break of dawn
Another hour and he will be done
Except occasionally he will breed

For the job he has done, he is...

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Hubby was talking about the job he was at: when he suddenly…
Got into the ‘Computer Programmers Mode’. Where absolutely…
Everything became ‘DITS & DOTS, and DARS...

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I awake, not sure whether I am alive... or dead
I wait, for the smell of the hearth... and baking bread 
But, what greets me is...

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