Chicken Poems

I saw Santy Claws today which was weird
Because he usually is not seen even in December
I told everyone 

They looked at me like I used to look at Chicken Little
When he was crying that the sky was falling in
Maybe the...Read More

Oh what a beautiful day                                   ...Read More

Here we sit all cold and wet,                                 ...Read More

If only genius could be contagious,
like chicken pox or flu

If only brilliance could be transferred,
like a bank draft overdue

If only insight could be replayed,
like a Mozart symphony

Then epiphany’s light would shine on all
—in communal rhapsody

(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
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Remember when we were young,                                   ...Read More

As I slept a spell fell over me                                ...Read More

love is chicken soup
made from scratch by hubby's hands
tasty like kisses...Read More

(This dog was an angel in a fur coat)


Angels come in all shapes and sizes
this one was full of prizes.
An Easter gift,
oh! so soft and not stiff.
Boys got her at the pound,        ...Read More

That climate change
Is affecting the world
There are more hurricanes
And off season tornados

Frozen ice caps are melting
Does anybody care
That it’s causing the
Sea levels to rise out of control
Creating large amounts of flooding

It’s separating our government
Causing hasty decision making
Does anybody care
That it...Read More

Meat and potatoes and chicken will not do
Has to be beef and genuine Iowa-grown corn-fed too
Mashed potatoes not those flimsy flakes from a box
Gravy stirred by loving hands valuable as Fort Knox

Dessert can be cake if you cannot get Mom’s...Read More

I’ve never milked a cow
Or lived upon a farm
I’ve never thrown a bale of hay
Or done a chicken harm

But when the sun has set
And peace comes to my door
I know a field beyond my home
Is what I’m looking for
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When I was young,                                    ...Read More

Oh how I want a doggy, 
a bundle of love and fur.                            ...Read More

we left the farm in early morn
mom, pop, pet, sister and me
down winding tree-lined country roads
to find a Ferris wheel fantasy

ruts in the old dirt road we rode
bounced dad’s rusty red jalopy 
Fritz, a spotted white shepherd dog
found travel his...Read More

The music of the clanging from the chilled glass of wine,                             ...Read More

If beauty is only skin deep,
and ugly is to the bone.

I was never pretty 
even though my hair 
has grown.

You can bet 
when I get wet,
some fun is about 
to be had.

For a change of taste 
I’m in your face,
and...Read More

Fried Chicken
Limerick
By: Tom
2-7-2020

I heard a preacher say between finger lickin
He’d preach god’s word until he quit kickin.
But when God isn’t there,
There's nothing to share,
and he'd probably rather eat fried chicken
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I dream of magic lines but they  elude me.
Well, sometimes.
Chapbook on acrylic tube  palette, janus-faced cave in at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to  circus of the  soul, 
images that colour dullard pages ...Read More

The police are everywhere
And barracks are empty, 
I see military fatigue, locusts
I see firearms that can make the devil blush
I see the MK 18 mod 1 carbine whose libido is famed abroad
I see the Glock 17 Semi-automatic Pistol which shoots...Read More

A bit of history from back in the past
Don't feed me none of that snake meat I ask
That's chicken, was told
A snake it was, behold
When I found out, face turned red, left me aghast




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Which came first, the chicken or the egg
Likely the chicken coz eggs don't have legs
They'd roll all over
Especially in the clover 
The chicken must be forceful if the egg begs




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in my life there's one thing missing
a woman who can choke my chicken
doesn't have to live in the kitchen
with highs and lows and lips for kissing

I'll be both her master and mate
but for now I just dangle my bait
imagine my...Read More

I am a long way from home,
wandering the country as
if a gypsy traveling from
one destination to another.

I am a long way from home,
feeling homesick and missing
my mom's fried chicken and apple pies,
which she baked on special occasions.

I am a long...Read More

You say hello in passing
and I come as promised
again and again, this poem
written with lines unsaid
sparrows gathered
outside the restaurant door
chattering among themselves
a December borne
the day fading, sky bleeding red.
We talk about seasons
brushing hands, and you say
the chicken tacos are good.
The...Read More

tight rope live wire
line crossing i see
a squirrel foot over
foot over feet
making his
way across
the street
but from
above

watching
his buds
thinking
running
stopping
uncertain
turning
back 
but

somewhat
frozen in
the middle
if the road
confused
as if to
go for
ward
or

turn back
but caught
in a time
lapse of
if or what
to do so
do noth
ing but
hope

and soon they
devolve and
dissolve from
mammal...Read More