I sure have learned my lesson
You thought I would by now
To keep my big mouth shut
So the utters won't have a cow
I've learned that most opinions
Are just a lot of bull
When they are done with one
They give my other leg a pull
I think I'll stay here quiet, this is my firm decision
It's not that I've been bullied, or suffered a good licken'
But, If the fight is worth fighten'
I'll be first to start the Kickin'
Then they will find out
who's the chicken
I've learned that most opinions
Are just a lot of bull
So, let me get the sack out
So they can fill it till it's full
When you see me out to pasture
And I'm sure you would agree
There's really no use pickin'
It's just best to let me be
Categories:
pecking, anti bullying,
Form: Lyric
The majority of mine lxiii years
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted...
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive,
intuitive, contemplative bookworm)
with scrunched pate,
a day short and a dollar late
one dime a dozen lad
hood scrimp and scrape,
a familiar pattern typified fate
viz - hand to mouth bleak
how zing existence aye equate
extant throughout three score
plus three years date
journeys round el sol,
this varsity schlepper, procrastinator,
malingerer did create
current emotional state
mottled with sea henna tint
financial, emotional and
psychosocial characteristics stint
aye serum eyes while
in utero the blueprint
indelibly etched analogous
brand York Peppermint
also analogous to musician
recording tracks upon primed glint
ting digitized compact disc
clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,
a reflective metallic layer,
and a clear protective coating
of acrylic plastic
breakable as flint.
Categories:
pecking, animal, bird, crush, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
My tribute to those Alpha sisters,
They can be very scary witches,
Born with really bossy britches,
No need to argue with such shes,
In accord with place in family,
Sister A pecks down the line,
Verse for Alphas, their place and time......
Categories:
pecking, anti bullying, character, childhood,
Form: Free verse
I have observed the pecking of birds...
a cat in motionless pursuit--
wanting to warn one
while respecting the nature of another--
my mind is a glitter
of tilted wings
with silver light;
of frosted paws
and Nature's bite.
Categories:
pecking, allegory, bird, cat, death,
Form: Free verse
Have A Nice Hen Pecking Day
or I Have to HAND It to You
Guarantee husbands will laugh
at this one.
Hen pecking is some form of subjugating
Which is something men have to be hating
She said oh my gosh and goodness sake
Wish you would stop pumping the break.
Please do it gradual like me my dear
She seems to have said with a sneer
Staring at me from corner of her eye
Make signal first before passing others by.
Continues to treat me like toy and curio
Thinks she's inspector at traffic bureau
No matter what she will want or ever say
Always ends up having her very own way.
Over troubled life have toiled and tarried
For almost fifty years have been married
And of the many cars men are wrecking
How many have been caused by hen pecking?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Connoisseur of Poetry
That does sound more interesting.
Categories:
pecking, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KauygZCmXg
out of his JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX COLLECTION BOOK 1
Pecking Snail
The pecking snail will kill you. He's a rare creature. Prone to acts of war and violence. This includes eating people he doesn't like. If you smell badly, you'll be his next meal. Sweat drives the pecking snail mad. Like blood drives a psychopath mental. Unlike the psycho, the pecking snail needs no weapons. Even if he wanted to, he can't hold a mini-gun, he's got no hands. His weapons are his pecking snail teeth. A million pecks a second reducing you to mush. He laps this up and basks in the sun, full. If you see the pecking snail, run like hell. He will eat you if he catches you.
Categories:
pecking, animal, food, horror, violence,
Form: Free verse
Three black birds
Feeding on my lawn
Display their different characters.
Rook is king
With murderous bill,
Strutting, marking out his manor.
Comical
Jackdaw hops about –
The cheeky chimney chatterer.
Never yet
Intimidated
By the threat of advancing rook.
He quickly
Steals the stale bread crust,
Braving the rook’s road-breaking beak.
Respectful
Blackbird waits his turn,
Golden monocled eye, watching,
With patience,
Diligence, he waits,
Then swoops to gather up the crumbs.
Categories:
pecking, bird, nature,
Form: Fibonacci
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
Categories:
pecking, animals, life
Form: Imagism