Long Quacks Poems

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Premium Member Auntie's Farm

Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.  

Muriel Mule sings hee-haw,
and we all clap our hands.
It was fun to laugh and guffaw
since we are her greatest fans.

Daphne Duck quacks in glee
while Gary Gander flaps his wings.
Prissy Pig and Gabby Goat agree
to dance when Randy Rooster sings.

Emma Emu sways her head.
Anna Alpaca is spitting.
We call her rude until Auntie said
“For her, it is quite fitting.”

We spent the day with our friends
until it was time to go home.
Mom says we'll come on weekends,
if we’re sweet as honeycomb.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Howard the Mallard

One for the kids at heart...


Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck

Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see

He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak

“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having my dinner
I'm sure it must show!”

Next came a rabbit
Wandering by
Something up high
In the tree caught his eye

“What's going on?” 
He queried the duck
Who struggled to answer
Of course with no luck

“I'd help you, dear mallard
but rabbits don't climb!”
Then a stork appeared
“I'll help you!” he chimed

His legs were long
He reached up to Howard
Gave him a whack
He wasn't a coward

Howard came free
And noticed the stork
Had been carrying something
A wee thing of sorts

Suddenly he realized
What storky was carrying
A pleasant surprise
A baby duck in a sling

It was Howard's new baby
A duckling named Herbert
After seeing this treasure
Forgot about his hurt!


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Dr Kevorkian

Do we not euthanize our terminally ill
because it is not ethical?..
..or do we not do it because of something MORE unethical still?
It costs more to keep a terminally ill patient alive.
It costs much less to euthanize.
The longer you keep alive the terminally ill
the more the medical community can charge on the bill.
Perhaps paranoia is paying a visit with me,
but I smell an ulterior motive in the medical community.
My friend dying from cancer was in chronic pain.
I begged the doctors to give him more morphine.
They refused saying that an increase would probably kill him.
"So what!" I screamed, "Haven't you noticed? He's Dying!
He's going to die any God damned way!
He doesn't have to die this God damned way!
Have some God damned mercy You God damned quacks!
He's in constant pain and he shouldn't have to die like that!"
I screamed the above however within me silently.
It was out of my hands short of the "killer" being me,
but Chris, if I could only do it all over again
I would have put an end to all of your suffering
even at the risk of going to prison.
It would be a small price to pay for my little brother friend.
I was confused at the time and wasn't clearly thinking
so I just played it safe and did absolutely nothing
other than stay with you until the final end
through 18 long hours of constant suffering.
It may sound horrible, but I found such joy and relief
when in death I finally saw you truly at peace.
Imagine your tooth being drilled without any Novocain.
Imagine that going on forever with no relief from this pain.
That's the kind of suffering I witnessed my friend sustain
and ever since then I haven't been the same.
Think of me what you will, but I love and support Dr Kevorkian.
This Is In Honor Of Him. A Very, Very Great Man.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Random Stroll

A long walk ahead, with thoughts to unwind,
I set out to brighten my day,
My steps were light, my heart was kind,
As I strolled along my way.

I passed some dandelions, swaying in the breeze,
Their yellow heads were so bright,
And as I walked, I felt at ease,
With nature's calming light.

The path I took was winding,
With twists and turns to spare,
But as I walked, I found myself finding,
New sights that I could share.

I saw a family of ducks,
Swimming in a nearby pond,
Their quacks and splashes brought good luck,
And made my heart respond.

Then I saw a tree, with branches wide,
Providing shade for all below,
And as I rested by its side,
I felt my worries go.

The three-cornered walk I took that day,
Was more than just a stroll,
It helped me find a peaceful way,
And heal my daily sway.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Three Limericks For Friday

CHANGE YOUR NAME, CHANGE YOUR LUCK
      There once was a chicken who had no luck
      No matter how she tried she couldn't cluck
         Brunhilde, her name
         To Donald, she changed
      Now she's a chicken who quacks like a duck


IN HIS SOUP WAS A FLY
      There was a poor man, in his soup was a fly
      He just couldn't get that fly to go bye
         Turned his bowl upside down      
         The fly spilled to the ground
      Now the soup is too cold, the poor man cried


HE DID NOTHING BUT YAMMER
      Pam had a husband named Peter Hammer
      All day long he did nothing but yammer
         Into his corn pone
         She put little stones
      He talks less, but when he does, he stammers
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Where I Needed To Be

This town extolls an exuberant atmosphere,
with festive music and folks dancing in the street.
And I'm happy you decided to bring me here,
you never fail to understand me; you're so sweet.

The mountains silhouetted against the moonrise,
stand silent sentinels over my tears of joy.
And the sparkle that I see dancing in your eyes,
reassures me you're feelings are real, not a ploy.

You always seem to know what I need; before me
and realized my downward spiral had to end.
So, you simply took me where I needed to be,
consistently filling the role of my best friend.

A night of fun, partying, and living the dream,
is definitely what I needed to relax.
For you lifted my spirits, and raised my esteem,
without the use of a single pill pushed by quacks.


(Quatrain)


7/4/2018
Form: Quatrain

Metamorphosis

Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner 
    everyday
  who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around.
   Is it not the hand  meant for cleaning and washing
  and working out this and some of the other things?.
 And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking
   and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes
  of sort kind?.
 And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for 
     instance?.
 The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand
 a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out
   of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor 
  political taboo?.
 I have a problem and that is true is quite different
 from I have problem and that is true?.
 Why then these people pollute nature
 when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy
  and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.

Premium Member Howard the Mallard

Howard the mallard
A handsome young duck
Flew into a tree
Got his quacker stuck

Try as he might
He couldn't break free
His quacks for help
Were muffled you see

He flapped his wings
And thrashed his feet
A blackbird came by
With a worm in his beak

“Sure like to help”
He mumbled quite low
“But having my dinner
I'm sure it must show!”

Next came a rabbit
Wandering by
Something up high
In the tree caught his eye

“What's going on?” 
He queried the duck
Who struggled to answer
Of course with no luck

“I'd help you, dear mallard
but rabbits don't climb!”
Then a stork appeared
“I'll help you!” he chimed

His legs were long
He reached up to Howard
Gave him a whack
He wasn't a coward

Howard came free
And noticed the stork
Had been carrying something
A wee thing of sorts

Suddenly he realized
What storky was carrying
A pleasant surprise
A baby duck in a sling

It was Howard's new baby
A duckling named Herbert
After seeing this treasure
Forgot 'bout his hurt!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Weird Science

* Weird  Science *

With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK a NERD
Science -relativity theory and it's light speed from space
Experiment this- discover that, is how scientist rant
Brainy cats have so many open portals in their minds
You talk down to us as if we carry the brains of a bird
Do you really think we are all blind, 
for not caring over the objectives  principles of the Heisenberg?

You passed  each and ever single science fairs in class
Feeding your ego collecting dots 
After school you earned the right when a bully kicked your a$$!
A DORK calling your self the Math Magician King
Burning and crashing our minds explaining the physics of dying fast 
Using your Quantum Leap that our universe comes with a destiny string

No desire to be wired who needs your further scientific understanding
Life comes with a pattern in which we once lived electricity free
Ironically your scientific process of defining itself continues to expand
Supported by the measurements and masses only you NERDS understand
The power points of our so called energy,
is pointless to me like our so called gravity.
The tale you spin is not of love but a twisted one of insanity

God is the only scientific knowledge I want to perceive!
All you so called scientist, riding the lightning like Benjamin F.  
Take the bolt and tie it like a noose around your neck
Following your own perception while you feed off the sheep
Here you come to emerge to discipline us with your mind of a genius
You come and you bash us with NERD brain waves to explain! 
That this world revolves around the elements and laws of scientific claims

Research this- research that- who gives a cr@p we still die at the end
While life continues, to grow and manipulate our fate, about the universe
Unsolved facts about Einstein, who left his velocity of change for us to comprehend.
Instead of trying to rule the world, explain the facts why things keep getting worse?
Over exaggerating the excitement of an Ancient Mayan 2012 discovery curse.
Bottom line you scientific  quacks,
the real Celestial body is found on the bottom of my crack.

By; P.D.            ( LOL, I love Science )

Premium Member Time Passages

"Time is the thief you cannot banish."

                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer,  1905 - 1978

Time Passages

I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,

Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,

Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,

I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.

2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France
Form: Sijo

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