Best Squeaked Poems

A WISH FOR ALL FISH

Washed up on shores around the world
Already dead, a whale, a dolphin a shark, 
All marine life is suffering, the situation
Has become absurd, 
The facts real and stark!
My Fairy God mother in my poem
Yes about a dress, said I could contact
Her...

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In the world  of all comforts,
In the world of absolute care and affection,
In the world of motherhood.
Ten months I was basking, in my mother's womb.
Happiness running down my spine – I thanked God,
His blessing in disguise, rather he in disguise – My mother,
Who is...

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He tried to fly
flapped his wings

High above him
a dark duvet
drizzled sadness

Only yesterday,
or was it last week
his wings and feet
carried him

little raven
didn't remember

Carry me
carry me
he squeaked
to his sorrowful parents

We have to go
they said
hipping hither
and thither

He hid his head
under his useless wings
and waited
and wailed

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September 17, 2017
7th place...

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I have a fat and furry friend
All pink and spotty black.
I grew him from some Camembert-
The smelly little Rat!

He is my very Mouse-Pig
For that’s his very name, 
Sometimes I call him Roger 
Just like his steptwin Shane. 

I like to give him all I can
Though...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above my anklets.
So I was snippy one might say, zippy, flipping...

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A deserted old house stood off the county road a little way.
To keep apace of living I rushed by it almost every day.
For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held,
And perhaps find out about the folks who in it had...

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Through my window I watched it float gracefully by
An eloquent specimen, a rare butterfly
Wings painted black and the brightest of green
The most breathtaking creature I ever had seen

It flew to the forest in a zig-zagging line
And landed to rest on the bark of a pine
Flushed...

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Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
 
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.

One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the...

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The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon" in convex frames.
The "Showing Now" and big star names.
The James Bond pose in poster shots.
The tickets from the kiosk slots.

The...

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The rusty gate squeaked with joy as the new owner came with oil and paint!


The Rusted Gate one liner contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise

11~09~16...

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Saw chiro ‘bout a kink in the neck,
saw the x-ray and said, “WHAT THE HECK?!?”
Pinched nerve to my elbow,
doc was a nice fellow,
but he WOULDN'T take my credit or check!

I run to the ATM for cash, 
my left buttocks I notice a rash-
Spread to my...

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AN ODE TO THANKSGIVING

‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring 
not even a beast

The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.

They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all...

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The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life.  Finally realizing there were better things to do he simply told God he was willing for Him to take care of consequence in...

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twas the morning of Christmas,
when I spied a mouse,
on Christmas Eve,
he had the run,
of our house,
the stockings we'd hung,
by the chimney with care,
suspiciously were, 
no longer there,


the children all jumping, 
on their warm beds,
were screaming for presents,
from the fellow in red,
I was just craving, 
some...

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She was in her prime,
her slender body
is still intact, no wounds but

her mouth.
It is open and her teeth
are red – red and jagged,

like an impaler’s spikes
on which many a tiny creature
has squeaked its last.

Blunt grey eyes stare ahead
still, not comprehending,
but blindly aware of something.

Perhaps someone...

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