( duck’s confession )
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 ‘pon my bill
now she's pulled the final straw
a rare offense of barnyard law -
spraying me with bottled water
(wait 'til she sees what it's got her)
now it's MY turn for some fun
I've got that chicky on the run …
perhaps she'll learn, now run amuck
that "NO" means nothing ...
to a duck.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
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Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
giganteum fowl
pterodactyl perhaps
I stare harder now
On the first day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the second day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
two pink flamingos
and an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the third day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
three guinea fowl,
two pink flamingos
and an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas
no more did I receive
it's a crime and a sin
there's yet room in the tree
but too many poachers at the inn.
Five Flashes of Crimson
In Agricola, where the late sun lies,
And October's gold is fading from the skies,
A fence post holds a simple, wooden line,
And hosts a sight both crimson and divine.
Not one, not two, but five bright feathered vests,
Have paused their chatter and settled on the crests.
The Northern Cardinals, with coats of fire,
Are drawn by hunger to a sweet desire.
They dip and peck at berries dark and round,
A quiet feasting, without any sound.
The male's sharp scarlet, a defiant gleam,
The female's blush, like an ember in a dream.
They come in kinship, a brief, familiar flock,
To gather fuel before the sudden clock
Of dusk arrives and chills the Mississippi air,
A vivid portrait, painted right there.
A messenger of hope, that flash of red,
A loving soul, the stories have been said.
But in that moment, nothing quite so grand,
Just five bright lives, eating from the land.
falcon
hawk
vulture
eagle?
no matter
rooster sounds the alarm
chickens scatter
clucking up a storm
uh-oh
I note the red head
turkey buzzard
something is dead
Seen as a collection of spare parts
swimming in close formation
neither fish nor fowl
from a southern hemisphere nation
sewn together as if torn asunder
the amphibian antipodean
from way Down Under
is the odd-looking bottom-feeding
no muss nor fuss
otter-footed beaver-tailed
egg-laying duck-billed platypus
the males of which are venomous
an excellent swimmer
whenever it dives
it closes its ears nose and eyes
altho' a riparian carnivore
electroreception is how it survives
I have heard of crows and crones
But these old geezers are overblown
over dressed with suits that squeak
beady eyes, scrawny necks, and beak
are they from the barnyard then?
Their necks all wrinkled to their chin
I have heard of crows and crones
But these are ugly as crawdad gnomes
it’s weird you say that said the chicken
they are abnormal roosters, hearts a tick’n
we call them Slim and Slam for fun
They walk real slow, neither can run
They appeared out of nowhere in the fall
They are scrawny and weird added pig Paul
They do not talk, whistle, peep or talk
Weird to even us fowl, added the chicken hawk.
portmanteau most fowl
conceived of a twisted mind—
turducken madness
"I Didn't Know That"
I didn’t know that
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Foul was not a bird
Or that a Fowl can’t be a Foul ball.
I’m confused.
I asked my lover if I could take a Peak.
She said that was Two much to ask,
“Go climb a mountain Peek.” She said,
“The Sceen would be much better.”
I’m confused.
I took to writing words
I thought were not the same.
They understood me not.
Am I insane?
Homonyms and Homophones,
Or is it,
Which or Witch?
I do not comprehend.
I’m still confused.
It’s time for this pin to end.
ENJOY!
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From the fruits of the Earth's sun
Thought about cruisin' on my bike to grab some grub, but it was two-tired.
Decided to ask the cow out to the Stampede, but he was grounded.
Caught some fish that was wailing from some a-salt and batterin'.
Went to the vineyard & stepped on a grape, but it was too winey.
The sunset blazed on as the lettuce showed tall in the field, a head above the rest.
Clouds settling in for the night realized there's no contest for a fowl-weathered friend that the ghost of the poultry-geist leaves behind, egg-credibly the best...
Boiled eggs are hard to beat.
And, hey... ya know? A girl's gotta eat!
I
She's now almost four months old
He is at least four months older
She is half-sister, sharing a mother
So far, she, Kaalnek, somewhat bolder
Than her half-brother, somewhat Christian
Remains pure, virgin, or I'm no "farmer-observer"
II
Kaalnek is the bare-necked pet, my Chicken
She refuses the advances of Mr. Five
He courts so arduosly, like other species
Of bird and fowl, clucks with excited voice
And delicious tidbits, morsels for poultry
She may have enjoyed his attention
But remains on the run ... Incest unwelcome?
I
Siblings stolen
Why list the nations ills ...
Bring Chicken Little home
II
Kuiken has cage during light
Twilight cheeps, louder -- plaintive --
Back in box, quietest baby
duck squawk
road block
8/27/2021
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