Best Peck At Poems

After my father died, I moved to his old house
Donated many large items to charities
As each item was removed, tears streamed down my blouse
But some were not wanted; what would become of these?
 
Set up a table in the yard; sign said, “Free Stuff”
The old...

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Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to be.

Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.

A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.

Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical...

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The morning greets me with birds at my window
They peck at the glass, 
they chirp and harass,
"The sun is up, the grass smells clean! 
The flowers so pretty they must be seen!" 

I pull the covers back up to my chin, 
the cold cotton pillow...

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Mammals shed their hair;
Birds prune and feather their nests;
Snakes crawl out of skins.

Lions stalk their prey.
While birds peck at blades of grass,
Black widows weave webs.

Worker bees work hard;
They make honey from nectar.
Drones eat, mate and die.

Azaleas blooming—
Black widows weaving their webs;
Good-bye silk flowers.

Hungry hate hunting—
Love’s...

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organisms spawn
     sea heated by July sun...
          red tide comes ashore

dead fish waste on sand
    gulls peck at infected food...
        illness spreads...

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They come to greet me each day.  They let me know everything is all right.  They flutter and peck at my window.  They tell me I am loved.  They let me know they care.  Funny, how I never noticed before....

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I am sitting on the stairs.

The people upstairs make me feel nervous,
They always stink of beer and spit,
When they speak down at me.
I am a duck surrounded by vicious seagulls,
They peck at the feathers,
On my back/my wings.

I am sitting on the stairs.

The people downstairs make...

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Mammals shed their hair;
birds prune and feather thier nests;
snakes crawl out of skins.

Lions stalk their prey
as birds peck at blades of grass,
black widows weave webs.

White roses are cute;
black widows are hideous:
lovely is white silk.

Flowers feed the bees
and nectar turns to honey;
worker bees soon die....

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I’d like to discuss the manners of crow,
That dine on the roads where cars come and go.

They peck at road kill without forks or knives,
But ‘caw, caw’ to their friends, saving their lives.

They don’t use napkins, to wipe off their beaks,
Yet they always appear dapper,...

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A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on...

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Shining is the star light 
filtered by the scent 
of lilac 
upon the wings
of the bird that never
ceased to peck at
the cage bars
for that special day
when it will perch,
free,
upon the lilacs
under the starlight....

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Scarecrow

You'll find me 
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches. 
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be. 
I look frozen in time, 
mimicking Jesus 
crucified on the cross, 
but I swear I mean no disrespect, 
you religious zealots! 
Blame farmers and gardeners! 
They...

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we were all born into sin but as time progressed
I became guilty of so many sins of the flesh
I guess the pain I possed needed an outlet
but would only get expressed when I became upset

raw pain and emotion led to savage rage
I behaved so far...

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My quaint little cottage 
rests by a cool serene aqua
with rights reserved only 
for my prettiest rosy bloom.

Her two little feet walk down-
wobbling like a penguin-
on the rain brushed green turf
to halt by the edge 
of the soft rippling water.

She gurgles aloud
clapping her little hands
with...

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Who or What are these People?

There across the sea is something on top of the steeple?
It looks like people? But with a different neck? Should I pet or let my bird peck at it? I cannot tell what it is. But from what I can...

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