Best Clucks Poems

If eyes are mirrors of the soul
My soul is red and saggin'
I think my brain went on a stroll
And for sure my tails a draggin'

I'm...

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Dragon got to thinking… And that’s always a frightening thing!
One of my son’s went into the Army, so he would do the same,
He’d been told,...

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MEANA THE WEEVIL ITCH

In deepest hyper space, in the land of Zog,
lives a weevil itch who resides in a bog
At birth she'd been Zogletised as...

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The Span Of Life
 by Robert Frost           

 
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Mitt Romney’s wife was criticized
(Though she was not defensive)
Because she chose to wear a blouse
Considered quite expensive.

She wore it on a TV show
So she would...

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January twelfth two thousand and ten
   witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
   of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals 
 ...

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Our lives and our time
Fired useless
Into the air
Toy cap gun shots
Those winter palaces unstormed
No tax offices ransacked
Where is utopia I asked
And no-one knew
They looked at...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows...

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Depression greets me like an old friend.
Setting her things down on the driveway
And waving. 
As if she will be here for a while.
Stomping into my...

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Once within these very walls farmers woke at dawn.
The field was full of vegetable, the cows were in the barn.
Life was full of chicken clucks,...

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THE BULLET TREE

No one knows how long the bullet has been lodged in the big    old maple tree
Mr. Ailey claims he knows...

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If we say something really sucks,
The meaning’s very clear,
For that expression, once improper,
Now’s a common smear.

But saying something sucks can be,
And I’ve not been imbibing,
A...

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My sweet sojourn has sung the hum 

   of song in wind....

For all the forest sings, beauteous ring

   most melodious on...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature...

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