Best Duck Poems
it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot
win the game
we had great leaders
john, robert, martin...
the planet was singing
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
...
then
it started raining bullets
our optimism soured
slightly at first
and the grassy knoll
and the sniper
and the magic bullet
john was shot
jackie squirmed
we sat on the edge of our seats
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,
John F. Kennedy was assassinated
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,
years had passed, five
look before you dive
the civil rights movement gathered
to fight for their God given rights
the right to be treated as humans
exactly that...humans...no more no less.
to listen to the man who had said
"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon
which cuts without wounding and ennobles
the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals."
the man who stood on the hill speaking
"I have a dream today!"
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Martin Luther King Jr. was shot
died
and my God it rained
it rained salt
as a nation black and white cried
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,
time for the rise of Bobby
Hoorah! Hoorah!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
i wish he could have ran faster than the bullets
they murdered John's brother
Robert F. Kennedy was dead
the sixties where almost finished
and i wondered
if the world would ever be the same
again
I marched away buried my face into the ground
To get out of my pain.
great leaders lost
words that radiated
radiate hope
America was
the envy of the world
it's two thousand sixteen
and we have sunk so deep into the dirt
i know we can't Trump this disaster
have you ever heard of fools gold
we have a choice
our lives count
remember the ants
nature's banner is blowing in the wind
don't make
the little one shout
"THE END!!"
March 16 2016
armand
The Duck That Lost His Quack
A Duck woke up late one day last week,
And all he could do was to squeak.
He looked everywhere and listened to different things,
Even heard sounds all around, from pings to zings.
For example, he tried many gates, stairs, and barn doors,
Then went and stepped on cracks in nearby creaky floors.
He visited several witches, doctors and some were both,
They prescribed everything from lemons to ginger troth.
In his travels, he came across a quaint woodshop,
Being so tired, he sat down with a solid plop.
A carpenter saw that the Duck was so very sad,
From behind the counter, he came to help the lad.
After hearing of the tale of a missing sound,
The carpenter leapt up with a double bound.
He said, “From within is where it comes,
Not outside, as most would sum.”
“I have made many instruments for music,
And what you need is something acoustic.”
He brought out a short board with a nail,
Then attached several metal strings to a pail.
The carpenter said, “Play away and listen to the sounds in your head.”
The Duck strummed everything from Enya to the Grateful Dead.
After a fashion, the Duck was soon lost in the tunes,
And started to dance and sing like a midnight Lune.
Who knew that this Duck had a knack,
And in the middle of it all started to quack.
So you see, it’s not external to what you seek,
In many cases, its internal and who you meet.
Written by Michael Eastman, 8-25-2015,
This, after listening to Bubbles the Mouse speak,
And hearing a long story composed of squeaks.
Another lame duck
That ran out of luck
Encountered financial loss
A failure at work
Now seen as a jerk
He happens to be the boss!
Employees revolt
His feathers will moult
His dignity has been plucked
He needs a new perk
Lost wife then his work
In more than one way he’s f***ed.
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3rd September, 2014
Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Casarah Nance
Contest: A Lovely Alouette (revised)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placing: 5th
I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.
But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink.
Poem of the Day : 13.8.25
Cartoon Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Placed 4th : Standard Contest
Donald Duck and Daisy Duck
had so much plucky luck
they invested in tranquil park ponds
then meditated swimming alongside fronds !
A lady took her duck to the Vet!
He examined the duck, then he said,
"I'm sorry Miss, to inform you,
but I'm afraid, your pet duck is dead!"
"I find it hard, to believe you!
Is there no more tests, you can do?"
He opened the door, then he told her,
"I'll be back in a minute or two."
He came back with a Black Lab Retriever,
and a cat, that was part black and white.
They both sniffed the Duck, from head to foot,
then the Vet says, "they proved I was right!"
He then, gave the lady his bill!
One hundred and fifty, it read!
She replied, "you're charging me that much,
just to tell me, my pet duck is dead?"
"If you believed me, from the beginning,
your bill, would be just twenty bucks!
But, with the Lab report, and the Cat Scan,
I'm afraid, you're just out of luck!"
There was a duck down on his luck
Who froze in the back of a truck
When found back in town
They said with a frown
There was not enough down on the duck!
I watched the worst movie ever made, it truly sucks.
The movie that I'm talking about is Howard the Duck.
It has scarred and cursed me for life.
Because of this movie, I lost my wife.
Seeing that movie also struck me blind.
This movie is an abomination to mankind.
Now I must take viagra because I've been cursed in another way as well.
Just because I watched Howard the Duck, my life has become a living hell.
Every copy of this movie must be destroyed.
Unless you want to be like me, this is a movie that you should avoid.
Lake Eliza 2...
Out near dusty Lake Eliza
Lived sweety tart, where flies are
Sucked oddly Emu eggs some sunny days
Like a dozen egg appetiser (1 egg = 1 dozen fowl egg)
She got em off the miser
Rotten eggs old Emu walked away (in disgust)
Of course she had a rooster
Who had a name like Zac the Brewster
Who was always a riding the duck
So she shot him with a trap gun…(3/4” water pipe)
12 gauge lead did flatten one
Rooster on toast laughed ol Chuck
A Sand goanna lame
wanted eggs just the same
So he crawled into the chook house for a feed (fowl abode)
Duck Chuck saw him there
spat n shat n tore his hair
rode the old Goanna yes indeed
So we leave ol Lake Eliza
without being any wiser
just beware of Ducky Chuck
and the ol tart that lingers
and the rancid smelly dingus
just rotten emu eggs you’re out of luck Don Johnson
Shut the duck up
Or is it a goose
Always honking
Noisy creature
Shut the duck up
Aflax!!!
I knew that you would get in the last word!
This is not meant to resemble
anyone or anything..
Just written for fun!
My sense of humor has returned!
I have no idea what form it could be???
Entered into Andrea's contest...
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby
Lyrics by Paul McCartney of Beatle’s fame
A SAD DUCK
her palm pale, a shallow nest for one —
breadcrumbs.
so called old maid, the librarian-dreams —
bluebirds and fancy bows, not in hers.
a square frame-mask; crows look in the window.
the crone-paste fills in the tracks, nothing more.
an echo in her reflection — eternity squared.
she clings to the lonely door —
she’s left in a basket next to the hermitage.
his lips never moved; removed.
cue the sandstorm:
the lyrics in delirium, the callus-rice in the air.
she promised the voice on the phone, she would come,
and here she was —
alone.
an orphan, by ordinance of a puppy basket.
the yelp for something to live for.
fed and wrapped, kissed twice,
on the forehead —
once when she arrived. . .
again when she left.
the whipped cream in the jar —
commercial-bling,
makes her complexion even
— a sad duck.
she perks up
as she hears her name —
“the lonely dame...”
the mania frenzies around her.
all the same,
no one sees her face,
terrified blinks.
That was the last call.
Aunt Rosie and the kids have left.
They’re safe
The rest have been accounted for.
It’s just us now.
Is everybody ready?
I never really thought this day could come.
Preparations aside, it was just a compulsive
precaution. Our family, friends, will we
ever see them, talk to them again?
How could we have done this to ourselves?
Funny, the things I think of at a time like this.
I got tickets to a Springsteen concert next month.
Who cares now?
Six months ago, when I bought them, I still had some trust.
Trust in the world, in our leaders. None
of this makes sense.
Do the egos of two men matter?
I remember as a child the grade school,
duck and cover drill.
I remember the black and yellow shelter signs.
That was over fifty years ago.
Have we learned nothing?
Come on, let’s go. It’s a bit of a drive.
calm
placid
clear blue lake
serene and still
in a wide palm-fringed
rich green verdant valley
mother duck leads and swims
in the tranquil lake
ducklings white, soft
follow her
one by
one
Date: 08/19/2021
For Merse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
In springtime's realm, by a lake so fair,
A princely duck, with a crown to wear.
His consort, a beauty by his side,
In love, they swam, on waters wide.
In my little lake, a royal scene,
All ducks joined in, the waters between.
Migrating geese and seagulls gay,
Daffodils dancing in the sun's warm ray.
Amidst the roses, a fragrant delight,
Under skies of blue, love taking flight.
The princely duck and his queen so rare,
In their love, a tale beyond compare.
But one day came, a shadowed hour,
A loss felt deeply, a wilted flower.
His mate, no more by his side,
A love once vibrant, now a fading tide.
He stood on the shore, a lonely gaze,
Waiting for her in the sunlit maze.
Every day, a hopeful stance,
Yearning for her in nature's dance.
Till one day, he joined her, on heaven's shore,
Their love eternal, forevermore.
In the azure skies, their spirits soar,
A princely duck's love, forevermore.
Is it not odd that a duck
does not know how to cluck
Ducks know how to quack
but a cluck they do lack
A hen's a chicken, not a duck
And can she ever cluck...
Do you know who came first
the chicken or the duck
I wish you good luck!