Best Fowl Poems
Epitome of ostentatious pride,
the peacock, glorious in regal stride
parades his flowing train of turquoise green.
His crowning glory bursts in bold array,
a mesmerising optical display;
the greatest pageantry there's ever been.
And then begins a courtship of romance
as eyes entice in hypnotising dance
a passing peahen dazzled by the scene.
His stunning beauty shimmers in the sun
A radiant flamboyance has begun,
Ablaze with lustrous iridescent sheen.
15.10.19
Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird - Poetry Contest
sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
a guinea fowl
molting polka dot feathers—
handmade earrings
© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juxtaposition Haiku
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson
http://www.honoluluzoo.org/guineafowl.htm
What is it ‘bout fowl language,
makes folks complain the most?
It doesn’t seem to faze
10 million chickens coast to coast!
So many are misled
by what they hear as “chatter”
But if they spoke some ‘fowl” themselves
they’d know what was the matter!
For one thing, it’s the roosters,
bad as chauvinistic pigs!!
They can’t converse at all
without getting in their digs!
Cramped quarters are another,
makes decorating tough!
To put feed on the table
has really gotten rough!
Then, the turkeys, ducks and geese
have to join the band
Their accents are so heavy,
makes them hard to understand!
I get my info from the source
not from some old trucker
I know Amelia Egghart
She’s the Head Mother Clucker!
Time has come for getting tough
For I have now had quite enough
Day-after-day this kid comes 'round
To pester me like some old hound
Pelting me with day-old bread
And poking posies at my head
Calling me these cutesy names
And forcing me to kiddie games
Her silly parties, cakes and tea
Are not what they're quacked up to be
Hugging spells I've barely weathered
If not for her, I'm fully-feathered
And if you please, I've had my fill
Her painting lipstick on my bill
Now she's pulled the final straw
A rare offense of barnyard law
Spraying me with bottled water
(Soon, she'll find how far it got her)
Now it's MY turn for some fun
I'll get that chicky on the run!
Perhaps she'll learn, when run amuck -
That "NO" means nothing ... to a duck.
* FIRST PLACE in the "There Is A Brighter Side" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Sponsor. I have selected picture number one (#1) for my poem. *
white feathered fowl
slathered in black slimy crude
let their cry be ours . . .
For "OIL SPILLED OUT ANGER! /Slam Contest by SKAT*
Thanksgiving? Oh no! Not again!
I meet each one with chagrin
Such rejoicing, good fun
For everyone
Well, ‘cept me … I’m the Turkey, you see.
sunrise glows
hens aware of his presence
the rooster crows
a fowl smell tonight
and we turned accusative
huge chicken farms
Dedicated to all the chicken
farms along the interstates.
Scowl from a Fowl
Everybody had been saying their blessing
Started to eat turkey filled with dressing
Along with some salad and cutup tomatoes
And my favorite which is sweet potatoes.
Ate crisp piece of bread without crumpling
Discovered how much I liked apple dumpling
Which is what we had towards the end
And turkey wishbone we tried to bend.
Longer the length always better the luck
And a turkey I never have tried to pluck
When it stopped running all over the place
He was left with terrible look on his face.
Teeth loosened as days of life did increase
And we ended up eating macaroni and cheese
Never again to see a face with a big scowl
Worn by tough turkey who once was a fowl.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
www.poetrysoup.com
Name: jthorn5656
Password: *soldierboy*
In asterisks and one word
in small letters
Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
Don Johnson
i have this affect on women....
Rooster
Booster
For Brian Strands Footle contest
they would dice many a chive
by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity
to the bloody sorry fate
oof a von nee gutt
thar slaughter house five.
mine eyes saw gore
and remained fixated
orbital fixture
of poor creatures in a daze
sans reaction averting gaze
away from disgusting entrails
visible picture amidst the maze
of chutes and ladders
stepping on select
foursquare did raise
or lower (similar to an elevator)
but movable blocks
also went cross ways
oh, anyway, this reply
written by me - scott math u
passable poet tree - at most true
this email far ye to rue
these twisted sister strands
of pearl jammed zz topped
chromosomal strands being did hew
who only to five feet and ten inches grew
crafts, finesses,
indulges love of language
to prose from fingers flew
and writes poems
cawing all r e'en juiced
one angry emu
leaving her/his presents
custom made doo doo
per comprising a motley crue
of a family - pearl jammed color ague.
please rsvp asap via text
to me scott matthews my chosen ac/dc label
i.e. pleasure like rubbing against sable
create r hard woo n intimate scorpion fable
unless ja noah under me ma jib rush
like inxs o ruck kiss in tower o babe bull
by texting if willing, ready, eager and able
froom - - scotts matthew
who lives way off the mainline -
juiced about a few dirty dozen dancing deeds
done dirt cheap miles west of philadelphia,
and some ten miles east of king o prussia
pennsylvania who imagines your sultry skin
silkily soft as a lynx, pussy cat
rubbing against ma leg under da table.
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As I was looking through the window
Something caught my eye...
A small group of Guinea Fowl
Went running by!
Their nature is quite humorous.
The speed they move is great!
I watch with fascination
As their next move I anticipate...
When I try to take a photograph,
Their backs they quickly turn!
But with patience and determination
A capture I will earn.
The wicked crow stared through my window
Cawed and beckoned with teasing eyes
Letting his beak tap lightly
Soaring through the darkness
Bringing with him Death
To steal a life
Take a soul
Burry
Me
haha...yes no laughing matter mate..."
Chicken Karma" by Peter Duggan
the fowl strikes back ,
a chook attack,
the humans slack,
might get their come uppance,
alack...
and come a crupper,
askance....
love it mate.....
Don
Reply....As ye sow, you get corny,
and reap uncooked forlorn prawnys ....
ones deed comes up to speed ,
car on the racing track,
comes around yes indeed,
next time it gives you a smack,
karma on the racetrack steed,
a hurting memory Jack
.... Don