Best Ducked Poems
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE...
'Twas the night before Christmas
All the kids were in bed
I looked at 'her' face
And liked the look that I read
Just when things began to matter
I heard the real ugly sound of a clatter
I thought it was probably the kid next door
And realized that 'she' had started to snore
So I got out of bed and looked outside
You'll never guess the scene that I spied
It was Grandpa and Grandma in a hot embrace
'midst the trash from the can all over the place
To me it was truly a sight to behold
I guess they were thinking they wern't too old
To frolic around like they were thirty
Rolling on the ground and getting all dirty
What had happened, was plain to see
They were trying to bring in a Christmas tree
They tripped on the trash can and both took a fall
Had trouble getting back up, and that was all
Unaware that I had a great view
At what they had been attempting to do
I quickly ducked back into the house
Jumped back in bed as quiet as a mouse
'She' was still snoring and sleeping so well
I hadn't the nerve to wake her and tell
Of the sight I had seen out on the ground
From two old folks just rollin' around
Trying to bring in a huge Chrstmas tree
For all the family to decorate and see
I'll never forget it but I hope nevermore
To see what I saw on the night 'twas before
22 November 2019
Categories:
ducked, christmas, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
He sat there in his fav'rite chair, a blanket 'cross his lap
And covering his snow white hair was his old fishing cap.
I knew he could not talk to me since suffering the stroke,
But still I sensed he could relate to ev'ry word I spoke.
"I went and wet a line today ... down where you caught that cod.
The biggest one you'd landed yet and though it was my rod
I reckon he was yours all right ... but cod are far and few.
They don't bite like they used to dad. They don't bite like they used to."
"The algae's building up again and stuffing up the creeks,
Though at long last we had a fresh, the first in flam’in weeks.
Pulled twenty stinking euros in, along with one old dew,
But they had sores all over them, though still that's nothing new.
The cotton farmers cry, "Absurd! It can’t be from our spray."
Perhaps the fish have just got aids from turning flam'in gay.
Its getting pretty sad all right, but what can one bloke do.
They don't bite like they used to dad. They don't bite like they used to."
"McDonalds seems to be the go and good old KFC
And eating yellow-belly is a flam'in rarity.
Your grandson won't go fishing as he says it's just for nerds
And when I take the missus we just end up having words.
I really miss our fishing trips, your company was swell
And by the mist there in your eyes you miss them dad as well.
I heard you sold your tinny mate, your outboard motor too.
They don't bite like they used to dad. They don't bite like they used to."
They're introducing fingerlings and giving that a shot,
But duckweed takes the oxygen which kills the flam'in lot.
The droughts have had their toll as well and one thing that's for sure;
I can't see in the future dad a remedy or cure.
So mum's ducked down to Salty's mate and I would dare a punt
She'll come back with a feed of fish before you say Rex Hunt.
I guess we'll have to wash it down with some of your home brew.
They don't bite like they used to dad. They don't bite like they used to."
Categories:
ducked, father, nostalgia, social, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
The love we shared is now no more.
With bitterness she slammed the door.
She said I've had enough I'm through with you.
I'm tired she said of the things you do.
You have no respect for me at all.
And when I talk to you it's like talking to the wall
She said you go ahead and lead your life of fun.
You're nothing but a low life and a son of a gun.
Those weren't the exact words she used right then.
She called me everything from being my own next of kin.
That was just a warm up here she comes again.
All of this started over me letting the cat get in.
Honey I said as I ducked her punch.
I guess maybe this ain't a good time to ask you to fix some lunch.
I knew she was mad I could tell she was hot.
But why is she trying to hit me with that cast iron pot.
She got me on the run as I cut my trail.
Throwing our dishes as her booming voice it did prevail.
As I locked myself behind the bathroom door, I heard the breaking of another plate.
She started beating and a hollering and predicting my fate.
As I looked around I realized what I had done.
I just laid down on the floor waiting for her to go and get my gun.
I laid there for an hour or two.
Not really sure just what to do.
Well I finally got brave and took a peek.
I didn't see her around so out the door I did sneak.
Into the kitchen there she stood with a smile on her face.
She walked over to me and gave me the longest embrace.
She said I made my little sugar burger a cake, his favorite kind.
She said I'm sure glad I married you you're such an awful good find.
Oh, and by the way that moody thing the doc says it will take awhile but I will be okay.
Going through the change just a normal day.
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Categories:
ducked, loveme, life, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Winne the poo, had nothing to do, one dank and dismal day, as he sat in his chair rather filled With despair, when he heard a noise just plainly as day, it went kinda like squeek..!
Did his little chair creak? 'prhaps he had eaten too much honey.. ! Got carried away?? he was fond of that Chair, just perfect for a bear, painted a bright emerald green,with scrollwork in blue; he was Afraid it might break, oh..! Just where would he eat cake? & would his feet always ache? His thoughts they were all a to do.!!!
He got up slowly with great care, ( which is harder for bears ) it looked quite strong,
As he gazed at it long..... Then loud again came that squeek.." he followed the sound,
That came from low down.. To a rug right behind his small seat, and there was a mouse."
The first he'd seen in his house, he wondered how-why it was there, he bent down low
Hey.." the mouse didn't go..! It L 00 ked into his eyes, that was such a surprise...!
Then he saw why it squeeked and squeeked so.." Its small tail was trapped,
And yet had not snapped..? It was under the leg of his shiny green chair.." He lifted it clear,
Then continued to peer, at the mouse with two big black ears, now how are you named
Winnie exclaimed..." Mickey it said rather high, and my tail needs a repair, can you help me My bear?? as I don't have a spare, just you wait right there, Winnie said I will share, maybe There's a bandage somewhere, perhaps in my box of repairs..?? with the patches & string, needles and
Things,,! so he quickly ducked under the stairs, and searched it right through, then to mickey he Threw a bandage; to wrap round his tail, for repair, they became such good friends, as the bear made Amends, Mickey said you are fair, a really nice bear.!
For now; this poem has come to the end.)
Categories:
ducked, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
I was dancing and prancing
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me
He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the chocolate milk in midair, he was dancing up a toot.
He laughed and winked and some ice fell down his crushed ice shoot
He was a rascal, a scoundrel and a womanizer to boot.
I have never seen a dishwasher who can move like you
he said holding out his hands.
The oven, his furious ex, reddened her burners and threw out some pots and pans.
We laughed and we swirled and we boogied and we dipped.
She threw out ovenware but The frig and I ducked every one.
I shut his door, so we could dance up a storm.
Refrigerator boogie was so exciting and fun!
Dishwashers are reputed to be the best dancers around,
And I was confident as we twirled, we were breaking brand new ground
The ovens burners were blood red now, the kitchen was like a Sauna.
I blew him a kiss and whirled away giving him back to his ex, so sound.
As they trotted through the the kitchen, laughing, their sensors lit,
I danced around them with a loud dishwasher's whoop Dee Dee
Now whenever the three of us decide to liven the kitchen a bit,
We dance cheek to cheek, and throw sauce pans, the wild three!
Categories:
ducked, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Personification
She stands tall by the light of the window’
her soft lady hands holding her treasure.
A favourite book from the vast library.
Her eyes following each written word
as she lives the story within,
pausing only to rest her tired eyes.
Why does she stand, why not sit and read
in her mind she felt she needed to look pristine.
Her dress flowing from her shoulders to the floor,
so she stands by the window to read her precious book
for daylight to filter through onto the pages.
Enhancing the words written therein.
The words came to life in her mind
imagining the sombre lake where the lovers boated.
Could see and feel the branches of the trees
as the couple ducked their heads
avoiding scratching themselves
As the boat glided silently to hide in their density
She smelt the smell of lovers
her stomach curled in their embrace.
Feeling the relief that comes when love fulfilled
She loved this book, gave her what she missed in life.
The lady in blue was waiting for her love to return from war
had been away for two years already, missed him so.
Meanwhile, she read the books from her parents library
Always returning to this book of love
He will be home soon,
He must come home
he must.
Penned August 2nd 2015
Categories:
ducked, love,
Form:
Verse
I had an argument inside my head
Between the right lobe and the left
It started getting loud in there
They needed a boxing ref
The id and the libido
Were spectators on the side
The heart couldn’t bear to watch
So it ducked behind the lung to hide
The left lobe, controlling my right hand
Decided to punch me in the face
Hoping the right lobe would give up the fight
Feeling totally disgraced
But the right lobe, controlling my left hand
Instead poked me in the eye
Knowing the left lobe was the right lobe
That controls the need to cry
When the right leg started kicking
The left one tried to respond in kind
Which only made me fall to the floor
They had totally lost my mind
My nervous system got nervous
I started twitching all about
My bladder was getting madder
And let all the contents out
Internal organs started taking sides
Not even aware of what started the fight
When I was pounced upon by three big men
Tying me up in a coat of white
The needles they poked into me
Put my whole body in a numbing sleep
Electronic shock shot through both lobes
Hoping to keep them both at peace
It didn't work
Categories:
ducked, angst, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
A cuddlesome babe when
The norther came
Wind-brushed cheeks,
She cried.
Mama pulled over a blanket on her face,
Ducked her own snooded head
Walked toward home
And warmth.
Off to school another day,
Another norther slashed her tender legs,
Shirley Temple curls blew wildly,
She learned her abc's.
Another norther another time,
She held hands with her football player,
Northers' winds unfelt,
She was in love.
A mother now, she cups another,
A cuddlesome babe in pink,
Pulling a blanket over her tears,
She drives a car to chocolate.
Northers came and northers went,
And bitter winter winds,
She's a babe again,
Winter winds can't blow on her.
And she sleeps to their singing
Dreams of blossoms and springs,
Sweet water-flowing springs,
Winter winds making music.
Categories:
ducked, age, life, winter,
Form:
Exhiliration comes (thanks dad)
Cassius Clay in his day,
quick as lightning he did thunder,
watch him fight,
an awesome sight,
Great Boxer,
one man wonder.
At 4 I had a bully sure
Murphy was me a slapping.
Dad taught me fisticuffs the cure,
Murphy was no longer rapping.
A bouncing in the Valley some,
Keeping bad guys out the door,
3 guys wanted me to fight,
So I said “oh for sure.”
As we got outside,
One jumped to punch at me,
I ducked his punch ,
Dislodged his lunch ,
An he was on the floor.
His mate grabbed me,
So I slammed this guy ,
Into the bloody wall.
But he’d rise and grab at me,
Never punched him, not at all,
Just slammed and slammed on he.
3 knock downs of the bigger guy
He just kept arising , (tough bugger)
Twice for the middle guy
And the third,
Off the wall was enterprising.
Exhiliration comes,
when you have won the fight.
Lebanese mates came to help,
The three were put to flight.
Well I guess i do posses the makings of a brawler,
and with the fairer sex perhaps a little crawler,
so come n visit me at least then in your mind,
and passion slips between your thighs ....
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Categories:
ducked, adventureme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
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I write of true love.
For you, you have been my life,
forty-eight years of friendship,
openness, true bliss.
With words, I have worshipped you!
No doubt in my mind, love you!
As each year went by,
our love grew strong, our bond tight.
Moonlight oft led to rapture,
many stary nights.
We rolled in snow, ducked and dived.
Our first two now four and five.
Me working, missing
you, the kids too, weekends new,
like the first time, we met, joy!
A love fest, the best!
Grateful kids were good sleepers.
Sunday, park day, kids loved it!
How years fly, such fun,
her mum, me dad, finding time,
for making love, yes, of course
its what lovers do.
Our life together such bliss!
We smile kisses, blow them too.
Now forty-eight years!
Would we do it all again?
Her with me and me with you?
Joking, I've never
strayed, my heartbeats for my wife,
now and in another life.
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Categories:
ducked, love, marriage, true love,
Form:
Sedoka
To get away from the noise daily heard
around me, I decided I would take
a hike up the one mountain which has stirred
me with its beauty, for I’ve had an ache
to leave the world’s commotion for a while.
I took the normal path but felt compelled
to wander off it. Then after a mile,
I found a hidden spot which magic held.
I ducked beneath low hanging limbs of trees.
A songbird’s chirp had lured me to that place.
I followed that old trail as summer’s breeze
caressed me. Soon I felt as if God’s grace
embraced me too. Nearby a brook I lay
in utter bliss and wishing I could stay!
Categories:
ducked, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
There was a time when I was sad, I felt alone... like I was merely taking up space for
those who wanted to be here. A look into my past will show you the dark days I have over
come. It all started in junior high school I was the girl everyone liked... I was
worshipped like gold. But with that worship came hatred and jealousy. I used to be
vibrant and full of energy... Life used to be nothing but a game to me and I played it
well. It wasn't until the hatred started to rear it's ugly head that I ducked undercover
and never came out of my shell again. I became shy, and withdrawn. I didn't trust anybody
because I always seemed to get hurt. I was alone, A stranger. I walked the halls like a
ghost, no one seemed to notice the pain I was in. Everyone morning there was a routine...
I would cling to my bed until my mother dragged me out on my knees. Tears in my eyes
begging her please can I stay home. I was in a deep depression and each day felt like
years... I wouldn't sleep at night because then the day time would come so much quicker.
It may seem crazy to me now but I used to cry as I walked to school wiping my eyes as I
walked. People could obviously see that I was in a deep trance, they didn't help they
just mocked me and that made everything worst. But when things got to the brink of it's
madness I left and found new friends... Now the problems didn't seem so bad and the
depression slowly Crept away. I was happy again, still cautious, still a little shy but
my friends were my protection from it all and I survived. A look into my past.
Categories:
ducked, life, school, me, day,
Form:
The rec was where we dug sandy tunnel dens
in danger of collapse.There I fired my catapult
on a group of three children some distance away
as I hid behind a willow tree
not far from the passage leading in.
The straightness and speed of the stone
surprised me. It struck a young girl
on her spine, someone unknown,
and as she swung her left hand back
to clutch at her pain I ducked to hide
and slunk aside in the shadow of the trees.
They did not see me as they turned.
I think of it now with shame.
There was no reason.
Much older, as I walked alone across a parking lot
in upstate New York someone took a shot
at me from a window of nearby apartments.
The bullet pinged the lamp post near my head
and I turned to scan the windows from where it must have come, but saw no one.
There was no reason.
Categories:
ducked, growing up, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
There was a possibility of snow.
I looked out on a chilly white scene,
reflecting that extremes of weather are
matched by extremes of political fronts.
The season hangs its head
under a burden.
Out for a walk with 'Duke', I ducked
under snow-laden branches,
but it was the beast of a snowplough
that threw it at me – down my neck.
Is other traffic struggling
to get to where?
This morning the world feels very different.
We are searching to find where we are
as a big Trump of the white stuff
is flung at us. On the way to the White House
an occluded front is forecast.
So what to put on?
Categories:
ducked, november, political, snow, weather,
Form:
Verse
Boots across his shoulders, striding through the park
Bright young man of 20, out to make his mark
On his way to Ayresome, living out the dream
Playing centre forward for his hometown football team
And yeah, I was there.
Goals were this lad's business, poaching was his game
Scoring by the dozen, on his way to fame
Stealing all the headlines, stirring up the crowd
Mixing it with hard men, bloody but unbowed
And yeah, I was there.
Never ducked a tackle, never jacked it in,
Never stopped competing till a draw became a win
Always put his head there, always had a go
Always 90 minutes and he always stole the show
Looking back in wonder, deep down memory lane
Matchdays in the Holgate, sunshine through the rain
Five fantastic seasons, never quite enough
The legend in my lifetime that was Boro's Brian Clough
And yeah, I was there
Oh yeah....... I was there.
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Categories:
ducked, football,
Form:
Ode