Peck At Poems - Poems about Peck At

... However you dress...compress these clever creatures… More not less..whenever features...success.. To be Francis...what about Bacon… Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. Doing ea......

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... Written: April 14, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ****************** The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, ......

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...Every night, while I watch, she stacks the dirty dinner plates: carefully, habitually, with the grace of a woman who has learned to love herself. Intentionally, methodically, cleaning dishes ......

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...You flounce as if you were an ostrich fan all fluffed up on the page waving at posterity. I nibble at your chicken livers, occasionally swing from your bell-ringing images that dare to delight......

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... Conmen squawk, ‘Fear our Bird Flu, And that we know What’s best for you.’ So bird flew. For bird knew That what men do Is nothing new. Open minds are few, Thinking’s voodoo; And what’s ......

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... Spring is still kicking its heels, in winters waiting room, expectations unravel. The squirrels are too awake, there is no sign of sleep, in their glittering eyes. Magpies peck at a low c......

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...I wish they made tiny earmuffs. They never stop Dawn to dusk Chirping, cheeping, cawing, Chattering in the hedges. I root for the cat. Not often But on occasion Y’know….just Get that one. ......

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...A mucky puddle still holds the reflected night. Two maundering starlings peck at the dark pool as if fishing. One worm wriggles up, the birds don't seem inclined to eat it one bubble in the p......

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...A former life. I am there, a sort of poet in 1920. My typewriter speaks a thousand words of English, if you peck at it with a thousand fingers. I need help. I have hired a woman, a lady fr......

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...Do they dream of vast oceans, of soaring sea-raised mountains of wave upon wave of rolling seascapes? The little brown and white ducks show no such inclination. They dabble, dibble and padd......

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...He was a fancy farm rooster always prunin’ and preenin' his feathers for show But man could that rooster wake up the dead when he puffed his chest and let out a crow He was the king of the bar......

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...They perch quietly in the coaches looking at us through shattered windows, bituminous eyes starkly stare from window seats. It is strange thing to see, but the crows know something. Some pass......

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...city of increasing fervor heavy with sealed glass windows in vaulted towers sky-high protection from the steady spew of cars urban sidewalks in the private grayness of fall where sparrows ......

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...(This is a sequel to my poem- Within the Cage. Part 1. and a true story.) I saw the Earth and its happy brood And everything around in a sunny mood But in my cage sat a single bird So lonely ......

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...Do they dream of vast oceans, of soaring sea-raised mountains of wave upon wave of rolling aqueous seascapes? The little brown ducks show no such inclination. They dabble and diddle about ge......

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