Peck Poems - Poems about Peck

Bushel Or Peck? Miracle Man 11/23/2024 Life can be either a bushel or a peck, too many days we're facing some bottleneck. Because age is a soft drink that's lost its fizz, our choices or others make it what it is. We try to capture those feelings we once felt, but “we have to play the hand that we've been dealt.” Some...

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Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings, Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting. Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children; The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken. They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes...

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Peckers can peck 20 times a second Must hurt at just 2 times I reckon Not swift these guys Stop now I advise Or it's off to emergency the pain to lessen...

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pinpoint is its strike persistent is the attack target mind and heart...

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Rooster ~ Pecks the dust, raising Particles, pebbles Earth. Hen ~ Comes around Roosts with him. Paint a Picture Poetry Contest (7 lines) Sponsor: Joseph May September 22, 2020...

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Bushel Or Peck By: Tom Wright Life can be either a bushel, or a peck, And our choices, or those made on our behalf, make it what it is. ...

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Why can't we walk up to a girlie on the street Take them in our arms and peck em on the cheek Rules rules rules As we drool drool drool Also, don't see the harm in asking for a peek...

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Every friggin day mother hen runs amuck, while all chicken's beady eyes appear awestruck drawing particular agitation, irritation, perturbation... of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil (well grounded) woodchuck, the latter glaring at henpecked yours truly rifled tail feathered rooster, whether communicating nonverbal sympathy towards me, a garden variety Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck, who doth make feeble attempt albeit without explaining rhyme or reason poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck, regarding doomed pyrrhic victory against incessant cackling more fowl...

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you have to eat a peck-of-dirt three little rag-a-muffins sit, heads bent busy, at a small wooden table plunked down there in Shadey Anderson’s hay field dragged from the house to that special spot for tea fine chiana a Christmas doll set placed ever so carefully by grubby play worn fingers an ancient hickory shades promises nuts for the table later, in the fall, when we sit...

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The dormant sparks lit Evoking unknown feelings Buried in the heart Waiting to leave lethargy Melting the two crazy hearts...

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Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake. Obviously. And count the jellied eels in a bath of crumbs. How very entertaining and mystical. Nine senses of the booming giant. When standing upright in a forest count the...

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Always better to live in shadows Even though shadows can not be hidden Only living in darkness we see the light of promise and solstice We comprise our soul and self belief with love that must shine without doubt Spiraling angel dust sparkling magic Fallen in mystic theology the man must lay his sword from grace With warm purity...

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I had a house for sale They asked me to hold it Right before I sold it But my house was a whale That already set sail And didn’t give a whit But it thought what the heck Coz it altered its tack So I sold it to Pack But forgot about Peck Who was up on the deck Which was on my whale’s back But those...

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I pick a history from the peck of grains; Only my retention will take me far. And through modest abasement will I unwrap it strains? 6/4/2014...

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