Long Beaky Poems

The  Mystery Code.

She is tapping on the glass with her finger nails. The sound is like pins dropping on a tiled floor. Their eyes meet through the hazy glass door, as she enters the...

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Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy few
Ducky Little Donald beaky wacky-quacky curse...

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My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt

We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war 
graves of a Christmas

I want empathy, an MP3, a hemp-free, hump-free, grump-free,  Humperdink, have-a...

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I.
Among twenty different brightly colored toys,
The only moving thing
Was the beak of a noisy parrot.

II.
I was of three family members,
Like a family tree 
In which there is a noisy parrot.

III.
The noisy parrot screeched relentlessly piercing...

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Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey
Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its...

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I used to be a curate in, and Beaky
named a North York’s town
while taking a sip of his beer 
and eying the company round.
We knew there was a story coming.
We could tell by the look...

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Three tombs stand by the beaten path
among the dry and trodden grass,
not hewn in stone that they would last
but corrugated cardboard 
each bearing felt-tipped epigraph.

The left in lower case, save the name,
which writ in gold...

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There once was a pigeon 
Who lived in a cage
Its fluffy exterior 
All tormented with rage.
The beaky beast ruled
The entire place
Scaring it's fellow creatures
Venom scribbled all over its face.

"PIGEON PIGEON!!!" all the other animals cried
Look...

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You have a weird head she said. What is wrong with it?
I don’t know I admitted. No one told me this ever before I met you.
She smirked. Her blue eyes were glowing; I thought she...

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My dear old cockatoo
You know that I love you.
You with your sulfur crest,
You by far are the best.

Your pure white, soft feathers
Tell me of endeavors
You braved the howling wind
And found your way across
The Pacific ocean.

Your...

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Tremolo vibrations mark this soar
like weight lines in my invisible cloak
urging more ardor as nerves implore
testimony heralding our sick joke

while packed within schools of baffled flesh,
nose to tailfin in mimicking motion
too fresh to witness the...

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Let us chase each other‘s urge on scalding heaths,
Like ponies on the gallop without rein,
A deep seat harness cast into oblivion in the spurt to sea green passion‘s cosmic haze.
Equidistant red clouds now they
ripple at...

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