Still a child at heart
tho' older are some other parts
and only for a lark
back to my childhood here I hark
I remember a rhyme
in the far reaches of my mind
hickory dickory dock
the mice ran up the clock
the clock struck one
the mouse fell down
luckily the plucky other ducked
shucked and jived
escaped survived
got out alive
and ran away
to live another day
with relief and laughter
happily ever after
hickory dickory dock
June showed her pluck at an early age
As prophesized by a pleasant sage
Six nuns tried to put her into a cage
This quickly made Omaha’s front page
Causing lots of readers parental rage
She is loose today, in Alzheimer’s stage
A turkey was being plucked and it hurt
He was in pain and his fowl words were curt
He pecked at the plucker
Said “sing for your supper”
And then ran for his life overexert.
Now the turkey's in the altogether
He is feeling lighter than a feather
He's thankful to be here
And for losing his gear
All he is wanting now is fine weather.
Be easygoing, jovial, beaming good cheer,
With a happy-go-lucky coat hiding gloom's smear.
Beaming a carefree heart, shining a joyful grin,
Let's rekindle the joyousness that lies within.
No troubles too heavy, no burdens too large,
Can quell a positive attitude in charge,
That finds joyfulness in the simplest recall,
Of revered and cherished good times, big and small.
All it takes is a simple extra step, to lift
The mood out of depression's dire, mire muck, and shift
Gears to a higher plane, with you in charge again,
Switching each negative to a positive gain.
So kick your heels up, skip along with smiley laugh.
Go happily plucky, head held high, like a giraffe.
she evolved and laughed at me
my muse was astounded
i was humbled by her pluck
wondering where this idea originated
Be A Plucky Poet
Just go through life being your complete,
entire self.
You may get more than a few
head bonks and conformists who run
like the plague from you.
Would you prefer to be plastic
or rather stand out sparkling?
Like beautiful Waterford crystal
unique and shining on a shelf?
A true individualist who speaks
their truth openly.
I call that, quite close to holy!
Be that plucky poet with a
disdain to be like other poets in
the sea..
November 8, 2019
~ Panagiota ~
The Sad Tale of a Plucky Duck
There was a duck
that had the pluck,
the oomph and the nerve,
the courage and verve,
to leave the farm,
braving all harm,
on a fateful night
by bright moonlight.
All went well,
at least for a spell.
till it gave a last quack
on a beaten track
when a farmer’s truck
put an end to the luck.
of our brave little duck.
as well as this ditty.
Oh, what a pity!
The PRETTY princess sat alone again petting her KITTY
School HAD become a nuisance making her feel SAD
One THING will make it better promised the KING
"Retreat BACK to class, don't forget kitty or SACK"
He KNEW her intelligence soared but she's always BLUE
He CLAIMED her blessed, fortune would bring her FAME
Her STRENGTH quiet, she would go to any LENGTH
Her LOVE shone light, a true sign from ABOVE
Honored TO have her, he gives her gem SHOES
3-2-15
Plucky 2by9 contest
Mystic ROse
Your retreat I watch laden with the heavy beat of your soles
Pray strength I keep father as this rough stretch calls to me
In light your teachings to follow my heart fright should not bring
Oh king you know well it’s dusk to kiss the lessons away
For school our private chats were and each scoop you delightedly gave
A princess you said wasn’t all purple so pretense I can’t display
Fondly intelligence you spoke of as the very essence to a free mind
And blessed are you for your insights truly blended with my inexperience
As gem, desire to shine and like you jet more and explore
20/2/2015
Contest: Plucky Two By Nine
You humbled yourself to a lot of demands
For you to get basic needs
Which you did just for my sake
So that I see the world and know
The real meaning of life
You were a heroine of sleepless nights
Whenever my health was faced with danger
For you to observe every minute change
Either improvement or deterioration
So that you make proper decision
You never minded what dad did
His selfish plan you persevered
For you had big plans
To elevate the innocent soul
So that it’s potential is realized
You kept praising my father
Who for sure need no recognition
For alone the burden you shouldered
Without complaints you whispered
All is well my dear
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