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A bitter bird, he tried to whack her,
went by the name, "The Green Wing Quacker".
His emotional problems were deep-rooted.
They caught this fowl fiend, flat-footed.
He was, in most ways, normal, I suppose,
but he had webs between his toes.
I'll tell you this guy was tough as nails,
eating innocent grubs and snails.
His brother was a Disney movie star,
but The Quacker never made it far.
What he had to say would raise your hair
when they strapped him to the electric chair.
Abject terror he would instill
with vociferations issued from his bill.
His vocabulary was relatively small,
but with just one word, he said it all.
He unnerved my hunting dog for sure.
Those ravings straightened up her fur.
I'll quote Green Wing as a matter of fact.
Children leave the room. He said, "Quack".
In some translations, when he was plucked,
and strapped in the fryer, he said, "I'm f**ked".
His brother, Donald, didn't even cry,
with his head in his hands, saying "why, why, why".
I'm outta couplets. I'm all done,
but you can write another one.
I'll go back to eating my Peking duck,
I bid you adieu and wish you luck.
It's well-known - Chinese food can't speak,
but this one-word fortune cookie made me freak.
The story of every woman,
They are not all the same,
They vary as their faces are,
No one author can have all written down,
Given his length of days,
Hidden in their chambers are untold stories,
Stories to be told may be in the afterlife,
Womanhood is a journey none has foreknown,
A triathlon of vicissitudes,
Womanhood is a walk
saddled with daring responsibilities,
The mind of a woman is as tough as nails,
A shape in the words they
utter is a bulldozer pulling down obstructions,
Platitude for the day is the
saying, “Women are weaker vessels”,
They are weaker vessels that sculpt stronger vessels.
August 13, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
I have never been in a physical fight with another human being.
I may have forgotten, but I really do not recall such confrontations.
In the event I have forgotten, I must say that I am a peaceful person.
A childhood acquaintant might spring force a reminder; but I doubt it.
I'd maintain that I don't recall even childhood spats that led to fist fights.
Perhaps he would remind me that he and I once fought like cats and dogs.
Nevertheless, I do recall a boxing match with a friend at the age of around 12. We were tough as nails, had no boxing gloves, and came out swinging with a smile; and we ended swinging with a smile. Everyone watching said that it was a draw. The beauty of it was that there was peace between us before and afterwards.
It could be that I avoided fights because I am a coward at heart; but I doubt it. If war is born in hell and peace is heaven-born, how hard can it be to pursue peace? Fundamentally, I think there is a devilish war, not divine peace, inside our hard of hearts. Nevertheless, may we pursue The Master's words, "Blessed are the peace makers..."*
It's possible that as we give peace a chance; and as we ponder the price of war; and as we weigh the rewards of peace, a preference for peace will prevail rather than prideful pursuits of passion. Such resolutions yield no gains but losses for everyone. I would that the spats of nations end as like those of kids. Lord, let peace begin in our hearts, between mortals, giving rise to world peace.
3622PS, *Matthew 5:9
Duly respected by others of his kind.
Deeply loved by me, my family, and friends.
He was more than a TV star like Rin Tin Tin.
His name wasn’t Lassie, but he too was smart.
He was surely a family member and a friend.
My dad gave him to me when he was just a pup.
He loved to play, run, jump, and ride in daddy’s truck.
I loved baseball, mama’s peach pies and black eyed peas.
He didn’t pick fights, but could hold his own against any dog.
He was my protector, my dearest friend; O I loved him so.
I had lots of friends, but none compared with “My Jack”.
Sadly, one day Jack came hopping and barely made it back.
Jack was shot for trespassing in a mean man’s cotton field.
Tough as nails, but his wounds were too severe to be healed.
He didn’t have to shoot my Jack! But back then, animals had no rights.
Perhaps he never considered the pain to Jack, nor to those who loved him dearly.
My Jack was gone, tragically torn from his loving home; but he was never alone. My whole family mourned, as we lay Jack to rest under a tree in our front yard.
I suspect that my heart for personal pets died that day and was buried with My Jack. But some 30 years later, my wife and I bought our kids a Collie and called him Jack.
06042016PSCtest, Beloved Pets.BJ Legros Kelly
Unholy Hell
There is an incredible emptiness
that will not settle,
a holy loneliness blocking my way.
They tell me not to think so much,
not to worry,
but the heavy quiet of failure drowns out that vow.
Inside these walls, there is no sovereignty.
Just hands, reaching—
everyone wanting a piece of me.
Only music remains a cure,
a quiet place to go to ease the road,
to carry this bitter load.
I was a proud soul once.
Now, I am stripped to the nerve.
Left entirely alone to survive their quiet contempt.
I dream at night, and the nightmares come to call,
and I wake up to the morning sun
already shattered before the day even begins.
More work is what I get.
No time away to sift through the wreckage,
to find what is left of me.
Just the endless expectation of another’s payday.
Deep in my soul,
my mind cries out for reprieve
that my battered, bloody body will never get.
The void is deep.
The pain is real.
The days gone by are misery.
Tough as nails they reference me.
Deep inside only history.
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved and cherished my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and cuddly as a bear!
6/28/2024
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
Long ago back in the day
When my beard was full
My hair wasn’t gray
Had a bike and used to ride
Had a friend from LA
He had been to Nam
Had worn as badge
Tough as nails hard as steel
One day word came around
He was down and feelin’ bad
Going to kill him self
And anyone who came around
A friend is a friend
A good one is hard to find
And there’s a bond
You don’t set aside
I got my bike
And I set off
Wondering if so I be dead
Knock on his door
And waited in dread
He opened the door
And looked me in the eye
If you’re going to kill yourself
Can I have your bike
He smiled and said
You wouldn’t want that
It got too many problems
I just wanted
To see who were my friends
Come on inside
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
TEACHERS'S UNION
Lori Lightfoot's no better than the rest
Crafty wiles and forced smiles don't pass our test
She promised the moon
She crooned a sweet tune
Then she zinged us with zealotry and zest
LORI LIGHTFOOT
I may be short, but I'm as tough as nails
No one can deny me my 'Holy Grail'
I ignore shenanigans
I fear not Union 'big guns'
I will not let our kids -- or city -- fail!
AVERAGE CHICAGOANS
We think that both parties have some good points
Though we're not eager to either anoint
Lightfoot gives away the moon
The Union acts like big goons
~ The school kids and parents left out of joint
Day # 10 of the Chicago Teacher's Strike
October 30, 2019