Long Duck Poems
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her thoughts are mighty and marvelously influential to me.
I call her Trixie, my muse, she is truly the ultimate queen bee.
She won’t leave me alone, she’s like a dog with a hankering for duck.
How do you write so often? Other writers ask. Is it some kind of luck?
It is my muse, she is persnickety, tenacious and she must have her way.
She forces ten poems out of me every single solitary ordinary day.
If I want to sleep, she laughs me awake with a lovely ending line.
We don’t need any more rest she tells me, we will do just fine.
Her insistence and persistence keep me at the edge of my seat.
She wants a pen in my hand so often, I hardly have time to eat.
Trixie is my nemesis, but also my savior, she keeps me wild and free.
You see writing down my feelings is brilliantly therapeutic for me.
One day Liam was out strolling,
when down came a space ship
frightened he saw the door open
and out, quite casually strolled
His old feathered friend the Duck
"sit down and listen" my Irish friend
"I have been to space. visited the moon
and spoke to the man who dwells there."
"On we went to Jupiter, Mars and Pluto
passed through the Milky Way and Plough
Then I thought, Liam should be here too,
jump aboard and we will fly the universe."
With fear in his heart Liam joined Duck
strapped in, he stared in awe and wonder
as in seconds they were circling Saturn
"Look ahead", said Duck, "There is Frog"
A very merry reunion was had by them all
Liam scratched his head "I can not trust
the two of you out of my sight. "Fairy
tale animals you are supposed to be.
Not space travelers" Frog said quite logically.
"I can not find a princess on earth to kiss
so I can be a prince up here who knows
the sky's the limit."
Duck joined in "I can fly around earth,
up here I am completely free and weightless
and up here I have the power of speech"
Liam thought andsaid, "I agree lets stay"
~ Trick or Treat on the Moon ~
The man in the moon's really kind of neat
Every Halloween he plays trick-or-treat
When astronauts come
He acts kind of dumb
"Green cheese is all I can give you to eat."
~ The Turkeys in Tennessee ~
The turkeys in Tennessee are so smart
They're never in Thanksgiving shopping carts
They've learned how to duck
To avoid bad luck
When the ax swings, they emit giant farts
~ Christmas 'Carol' ~
Every Christmas there's a gal named Carol
Whose awful voice turns celebrants sterile
She sings Christmas songs
And always gets 'gonged'
Listeners don hospital apparel
HAPPY UPCOMING HOLIDAY SEASON!
Who knows what she thinks?
With a carryon in the bong,
we can all feel a fawn-
an elf or even a lawn,
choreograph the Kong,
won-ton the Chong...
We can all get along,
but with a wrong,
we can’t rewrite the-
without a face we can’t despite against ya.
In an ace there is a heightened –ah?
Like color of lace,
it's a mighty puck,
where it goes is the fight in ya.
With the case of the buyers luck-
the liars had struck the mired guck,
But why must they fire at all of ya?
If I’m inspired,
i’d hire ya,
rewire ta-
bake a higher ****!
Get by or duck!
Ever seen god tired?
he’d leave ya admired,
never forgets it’s the bean stock,
that makes a flock,
and its a shame to spot,
with your fingers,
fibers-
or even your hot,
so why with-stand when tomorrow is starin’ at ya?
Its gods hand that is in the pocket lock,
sheep talk,
or even a reed walk...
Hatein' it in a state of fleeing,
strumming or heating-
blind or not the eye’s are still teeming,
so common common-man get down,
that frown isn’t appealing…
Get yourself a crowd and put a sheet on the bleeding!
Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby ducks welcome their Spring-endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.
Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack --- inviting attention gain
As they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.
As water fowls of playful swimming zest
They now showcase their aquatic tactic
Boasting duck-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
Another year
Of too much beer;
When will my head
Ever be clear?
*******
So, what's your solution?
Another resolution?
You've tried that before
The result's dissolution.
Joining a support group?
You think that's duck soup?
Nah. It's endless confession;
You'd feel like a snoop.
Taking up a new hobby?
To shake yourself up?
Sorry. No way. Not after
Your last relationship broke up.
Out of suggestions?
That begs this key question:
How long can you afford
To keep falling off the wagon?
*******
Well, in the way of a reply,
Allow me to say:
What just might do some good
Is to fix my 'true friend's' attitude!
Affirmation of there desire
to be together
where what moment
causes others to demysterfy
such togetherness
evidence of a wedding plan
a detailed relationship
us together
through everything
nevermind the weather
catch a glance and mingle
the orange groves of Naples
where the warmth of
a wintery sky
might inspire other
to love and chore
to Love.
Olive oil fused with orange oil
and Garlic oil
A brine for a duck cooked in duck fat
4 jalapeno peppers unseeded diced
cumin
paprika
5 tablespoons of minced ginger
2 cups of brown sugar
1/4 cup salt
1 garlic bulb halved
cumin
paprika
milk
wine
bourbon
onions
chopped fennal bulb
marinafe all night
pan fry duck in duck fat
until golden brown
remove grease from duck, in aa bowl add
2 sticks of butter
1/2 cup of truffle oil
in a bowl season flour
with bread crumbs
cayenne pepper salt
paprika
garlic powder
onion powder
ginger powder
1/3 cup of parmesan cheese
dip duck in butter mix
dust the dusk in flour mix
add to baking pan
and bake duck braising with duck fat and butter and oil
crisp potato's in the fat
they meat glued some duck breast and slow cooked the meat
and sliced it on a pro slicer to they stuffed zucchini
with ham swiss cheese and thinly shaved duck breast.
“Oh my, the weather out is real nice!” Said the Papa Turkey.
“Hey Mrs. Gobbler get the kids. Lets go for a nice Fall stroll.”
“Line up now. Listen to your Ma.”
The rafter of little poults wobbles by like Russian stacking dolls.
The gaggle gobble around the apple orchard,
pecking at fallen bruised apples and protruding worms.
Smoke comes from the farmhouse. A woman is hanging clothes on the line.
The farmer emerges from the woodshed carrying an ax.
“Hey Papa," said Mrs. Gobbler "look at the ole coot all bare-chested."
You have a better pair of breasts than he does!”
The Farmer's pace quickens, as he nears Mrs. Gobbler.
She flies laughing onto a branch an apple tree
which overhangs the duck pond. The kids scatter.
Papa does a running take off from the dirt path landing on the Farmer’s bare chest,
pushing him and his ax into the pond. Mrs. bombs the Farmer with dangling apples.
The kids pick up acorns and pelt the farmer in the head with them. There he sits surrounded
by bobbing apples and flaoting acorns, spewing water and wiping the hair from his eyes.
“My, my, my” says Papa Turkey.
“Sure does look like a tasty Farmer stew! Too bad we don’t have acorn biscuits.”
The woman drops her laundry basket and falls on the ground laughing.
“You Ole fool!” She says.
“You better try the chickens! This year the turkeys have your number!”
“But watch out for flying eggs! No yolking!”
Waddling down tangerine trails
Carrying their favorite marmalade pails
Mama Duck and her seven prize ducklings
Waved 'Hi' to a sandy-shelled snail
Leaving their pails in soft saffron sand
The ducklings waded into the foam
Bobbing along bubbly and twinkling surf
They sang out: "No place like home"
Later they found crystal sand in their pails
Built mighty forts and castles galore
Mama's darling, dazzling-white ducklings
Couldn't have asked her for anything more
March 25, 2020
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Melting snow,
Cool breeze,
Crowded crows diving in a row,
Return of the unfriendly bees,
Colorful rainbow in the sky,
And the strange songs of the talkative parrot;
These are signs that Spring is around the corner.
Again, she has defeated Queen Winter,
With that incredible show in the parking lot.
She is now wearing the crown and three ostentatious rubies;
Oh my golly! She can also poise better than all of the beauties
Gathered during the Ms. Universe beauty pageant.
Sigh of Lent,
Palm Sunday,
Cheerful children at play,
Green gardens decorated with confetti,
Happy humming birds flying high,
And the young grand-mothers in bikini;
These are hints that the celebration
Will commence early this spring.
One duck is already being trailed by an offspring,
Meanwhile, the zebras are being chased by one peckish lion,
Which can no longer run like a supersonic train.
Amidst all of that, somebody is going to have fun.
Copyright© March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of many poetry books:
“Sparkles of Love and Etincelles de l’Amour”
“Mounts And Valleys of Love”