Long Ducklings Poems

Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s home...

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thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
...

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Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so...

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I was a happy housewife and mother, and family was my world,
Like stars peeping at purple twilight, to see moonlight pearled.

My small children were in school, and my husband was a doctor,
As gold sunshine on...

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       Ducks and Ducklings


        My daughter's residence favoured my luck !
           ...

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Verse 1
Now, brother stop sitting in your sadness;
And sister stop dwelling in the madness;
My family come close, come here let us rejoice
You have a voice and you have a friend His name is. . .
Jesus

Chorus:
Doesn't...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest named "Title Wave", that was sponsored by our Soup member...

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The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It...

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Five ducklings feeding

The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family 
seven yellow stickers ducks 
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning

For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile...

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Jungle Drums

Well known was Molly by gossips
Words fell so easy from her lips
They always found ready ears
Revered was she amongst her peers

A casual meeting Molly made
Good conversation she displayed
Invited then to mothers meeting
Where received a...

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THE PRINCESS AND THE SWAN

As the storm raged, there were several knocks on the door,
She stood the completely drenched, from her head down to the floor.
This stunning princess was looking for somewhere to stay
Her name...

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He sat in his recliner in the balcony, 
the evening soft breeze so cool, tender
with his eyes closed as if in a trance;
The light breeze swept along his wrinkled skin
caressing everything it touched on its...

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Jewels too like ugly ducklings lose worth
Comparing themselves to common things. Great
Gems of noble birth, like stones of the earth
By low self value make havoc of fate
Pearls may think themselves scabs of old sores
Young diamonds...

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Here comes a mom duck a crackling, 
All her flock close by following— 
All of the chicks seventeen 
That makes alive wetland scene. 

In fresh-water swamps comb ducks breed,
Togetherness their sole creed 
Till they disperse...

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One Word…

>>>IS>>>


Poetry…is…
Wears the words of smiles and tears,
And speaks of stumbling through graveyards
And up the aisles to ancient altars;
Falling off of sidewalks and through the cracks of life
Then rising up to stargaze from thin lines;
Tripping...

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LIFE IS POETRY...POETRY IS…

Poetry wears the words of smiles and tears,
And speaks of stumbling through graveyards
And up the aisles to ancient altars;
Falling off of sidewalks and through the cracks of life
Then rising up to stargaze...

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i took her riding
this time my venue, not hers
she loves horses, i am no equestrian
i am beyond saddle sore now
trail rides where every bird is identified
a short illumination of the species
mine are in this little...

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Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a gun
Low self-esteem wanting popularity,
gather together in small clusters
Grapes of wrath ... attack anybody 
who try to break the bind
Verbal popping every moving target
in the movie theater line 
Estrogen cries...

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Devoid of personal exposure to Spring wonder’s iridescence
I thank God for vicarious experience-fluorescence
Enabling me to testify about Spring’s delightful essence
Through technology with varied media’s presence.

Among the four providentially-created seasons
Spring’s the best, anchored upon scientific reasons:
Moderate...

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Warning - Don't read The Raven and Watch Hitchcock on the same night. 

Once before my bedtime, nearing, which I dreaded, fazed and fearing,  
Stories mother would read me before she closed and locked...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick...

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When the sun shines in the sky and no clouds can be seen
A walk along the river bank is like a lovely dream
Down from the bridge the narrow stony path winds
Grassy banks on either side...

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“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh

Yellow

Yellow is
     a painted curb or lines upon a street,
       a sign of caution...

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Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other like meaning and gravitational direction-
Answering innate, unconscious questions.
An order that...

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is when he of the Mount of Olives
whom you believe keeps the night watch
catches you by surprise with a wash over your spirit
like Baptism, when he suddenly exists "de facto" 
as you are walking, just...

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