Long Quack Poems
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Like all good creatures
I kept hidden.
I noticed the flashes through the leaves
As response to my own mating stench;
My love for seeds in a garden.
My mother was the symbol of evaporating kindness.
Her fear was the same as mine,
That we would lose our love for fellow animals and it
Would limp out of our lives as she limped out of mine
From a lion. It was a blur, a red blur...
Oh, crescent moon! May my self-tombing in the belly of your tree
Not resound through your ear as lack of empathy.
My dream for this landscape is a world filled with water.
That we should be forced to help each other,
A paddler with a paddler, in the symphonic lap-lap of water's harmony.
Quack-quack. Lap-lap. Quack-quack.
Ricky danced in the rain
without shame.
Who could blame him,
this character, chicken.
Oh the splash he made
with his fame.
Oh the waddle and pain.
his hips and his knees
aching, but with a quack
he made a splash,
and for a little while
he forgot
that a little rain
erased the pain.
So he put on
the ritz -
orange webbed boots
and a yellow
fisherman’s hat.
Anyone danced in the rain
with pomp and circumstance,
splashing full on throttle,
being the fool,
forgetting for a time
the troubles of the mind;
and remembering
that a little rain
never hurt
Anyone.
…and he sang this song:
Nothing wrong with my waddle
All my pain is gone as I dance
My hips and my knees a model
I’ll make a splash as I prance
Forget all your troubles and twist
Do the chicken splash with me
If chair has wheels, use your wrist
full throttle and burn rubber carefree
A little rain, a little trouble - forget
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
A teeter and totter of feet, offset
Splash, splash, with no backlash
Nothing wrong with my waddle
I’ve nothing to lose with a rain dance
Except the pain-in-my-sole toddle
Splash! Splash! Take a chance
The crow sat on the hut and cawed, Caw,caw, My hungry intestine cried out, Rumble, rumble, The lizard on the mud wall clicked, Check, check, My inner voice called my parents, saying, Come , come, The surrounding street dogs barked, Vow,vow, I rushed out of the bamboo hut, Whoosh, whoosh, I upset like a blind duck, quacking Quack, quack.
[Pictured above… My actual coffee mug]
Well, I poured myself a gin
And I sploshed some tonic in
And some lemon and some ice
So it slipped down really nice
If it gave my brain a squiggle
Made it fizzle just a little
Then the blackness and the shrouds
May find glimmers through the clouds
So I sat there contemplating
As my screen just sat there waiting
While the ideas that I had
Made me seem a little mad
Seems the gin just wasn’t coping
As, for ideas, I was groping
So I threw it down the sink
And I had a little think
Eureka! I decreed
It’s a coffee that I need
So I made it in a mug
In the hope it cleared the fug
Suddenly, an idea: new
What a tale I’ve got for you
My muse awakened right on queue
Inspired by? I have no clue
The starting line formed in my head
Was is something I had read
I’m starting now; pull up a pew
Baa… oink… moo… quack… cockadoodledoo
Writhing and slithering, enters a hissing snake.
What a foolish court jester he would make.
Belles on his toes, an attitude of 'up your nose.'
No warning is needed when he creeps around.
His strikes aren't lethal from on the ground.
Yet, he tries to bite ankles... what a joke.
He's a belly crawler, an odious sidewinder,
a cracked egghead with a rotten yolk,
but believes himself to be a devilish bloke.
A real 'snake-in-the-grass,' and a faultfinder.
A dancing monkey working for an organ grinder.
Shaking his rattles, he's poised for a fight,
but doesn't see the folly of his plight!
Acting like a dragon, safe inside his lair,
breathing fire in vile words. He likes to swear.
Like a pig, he wallows in dirt and squeals.
Similar slimy creatures... snakes and eels.
It's time to get back inside his box. Jack
is a wind-up toy, a little boy blue, a quack
who likes to toot his own horn. Forlorn and lost,
acting like a know-it-all, the boss.
Let him try to swallow a frog as it sits on a log.
Doesn't he know frogs can leap and hop?
Let him open his big mouth like a python with teeth.
Under its breath, that frog calls him a sop.
It will laugh at his antics and call him an ape.
Catch a monkey by his tail and listen to him wail.
Maybe he's a dog who likes to chew on a bone.
Then whimper, sigh, curse and groan
when a little ol' flea takes a bite of his flesh.
PRECIOUS MOMENT WITH GRANDFATHER
I had so many tender moments with my grandfather,
who passed away, sixteen days after my tenth birthday.
He showed in so many ways how much he loved me and
cared for me in little gestures that meant so much to me.
Two days ago I was talking to my eighty five year old
aunt, his last surviving child and who is so dear to me.
She told me that my grandparents loved and adored me
so much and cared about me being their first grandchild.
Ahh, it made me reminisce all those tender, sweet
moments with my grandparents during my childhood;
but most of all the most tender moment when I saw
how my grandfather looked when I was very ill.
When I was five I had a very high fever that would
not come down and the doctors could not to anything.
I was in bed for days, not able to get up and barely ate.
I could hardly move and talk that I could only open and
close my eyes and looked at everybody around me.
He always stayed with me, watched me and I saw in
his tender gazes the caring, the concern he had for me.
He never gave up and had his friend, a faith healer
or a quack doctor came to do something to save me.
I would never forget, my grandfather staying with his
friend, listening and doing what he asked him to do and
my grandfather’s faith that he would heal me for his
look of concern turned to hope that I would get well.
I saw my grandfather’s smile at the corner of his mouth
glancing at me while watching what his friend was doing
and I also wondered at that moment why I was able to see
what his friend did step by step, although I was so weak.
Suddenly, I started making slow movements and looked
at everybody and when I glanced at my grandfather, who
was smiling while talking to his friend, I saw the joy in his face
and he came beside me touching my forehead so tenderly.
6/12/21 A Tender Moment From Childhood Poetry
Malabika Ray Choudhury
There was a knight with locks that were golden
Protecting a kingdom in threat of folding
King and his trusting mighty duck
Caring only for the almighty buck
From the north
Sharks were present for what it was worth
Putting on stage predators telling them to go forth
Until one day in a foggy dream
A mariner let out a scream
There was a gigantic Kraken
Started attacking
With only eleven on board
Holding things on shore
Trying not the rip the chord
Apparently the King’s mighty duck
Got wind about the maritime bad luck
Issuing a statement through a loud quack
How the fisherman got whacked
Upon pondering the news
King knew what to do
Take the singing predator out on a date
Make them lyrical bait
Seasoned to perfection
No reason for a rejection
Sending the sharks in
From the tank where they are projected to win
Sticking out their deadly fin
Somewhere in the desert the knight with golden locks
Was watching the clock
When a peasant came by
Noticing the golden lock good looking guy
Walking her coyote companion
Ran in
To each other
Both needing a lover
Smiling a grin
Knight with the golden locks was getting ready to sin
When a quack was heard
King’s message distributed from his trusting swimming bird
“What do you mean Kraken is alive
Wasn’t the sea hawks patrolling the sky
I must go and be the 12th man
Take a warrior stand”
Off the knight with the golden locks went into battle
Easy corralling the aqua monster like it was cattle
In the end he steamed Kraken real good
Delicious sea food
Understood
Glazed with special oils
Before wrapped in foil
Canucks placed at its side
Decorating the meal that was worth a tasty try
When the knight with golden locks came home
There was a call on his phone
From the peasant girl asking “are you all alone?”
Meeting halfway
Wedding ring proposing lifelong stays
As for the Kraken
Needed to receive backing
Sharks and predators answered the request
Wanting the knight with golden locks to be put to another test
Cool water teases and tickles my toes
Whilst a warm summer breeze gently blows
I sit here silently on the sun kissed wooden pier
Somehow the ducklings know that I’m here!
Mummy always gives me a big bag of bread
So I make sure every duckling will get fed
They quack and splash in the water so blue
I love to watch them feeding, I really do!
The ducklings gather round me patiently waiting
Food in their tummies they are all anticipating
I try to throw the bread far out to sea
The ducklings quack ‘that piece is for me’
Soon the bread is gone, they have eaten every crumb
Still they gather round me, but now my task is done
It’s time for my dinner now, so I tell them I must go
But I will return again tomorrow, I hope the ducklings show.
Contest Feeding the Ducklings Sponsored by Eve Roper
05~04~16
Legion Of Doom
It's a gloomy and dark day. The smell of
human flesh fills the air. And it is un-
bearable. It must be Armageddon; only
three people survived this horrible day
of horror. Dr. Fitzgerald Kirkpatrick, his
wife, and his assistant. He was a re-
owned scientist; he was telling everyone
about this dreadful event for years. How-
ever; no one believed him; they thought
he was just some old quack that had gone
insane.Beyond earth's realm was a legion
of hideous creatures. They had yellow eyes,
wings, large pointy fangs, and talons.
They are the ones that caused this doom.
Humans are hated and despised by them.
So that got rid of the entire human race,
at least they thought they did. They weren't
able to see Dr. Kirkpatrick because he de-
developed a serum that made him invisible
to their kind. But the serum only lasts for
72 hours. This is why Dr. Kirkpatrick party
and of two are in search of a secret vault to
remain alive; however, they were running
out of time…………………..............................
04/28/2021
Contest: Horror
Sponsor: Funam Makama
Santa Hits The Snooze Button
(For Christmas Cheer contest)
Santa woke up feeling fruity
The Mrs was spark out
He grinned cos in a minute
His Rudolph clock would shout
Whinny, whinny, moo, quack
Whinny, whinny, neigh
(How’s a poet sposed to know
What Reindeer clocks might say)
Even though his wife nowadays
Is lamb dressed up as mutton
He sees her how she used to be
So wallops that snooze button
So Santa’s got ten minutes
For undercover fun
Please excuse the metaphor...
He’s got a loaded gun
We’ve got a spare ten minutes
Come take your man to heaven
Well what we gonna do she said
With the other seven
3 December 2018