Short Drakes Poems

Jack Frost spits snow flakes….
snowballs plaster walking drakes
Snow Angel’s heart breaks



For * SKAT’s contest...

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Desmond was a large drake
Who swam in a wonderful lake
In a very grand house
With a cat and a mouse
And a duck for friendship sake...

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Always beware of a man called Drake
Give him a wide berth for goodness sake
He will surely run amuck
Drakes are flirts
Ask other Ducks!...

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Screaming
towards heaven
while angels sit on clouds
is it possible they are not
hearing


I have not written one of these in a while 
was motivated by Drakes first cinquain.
Great first attempt at this form Drake....

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My toe is sore a real ow
My toe is old, I don’t know how.
I chopped it off, a silly mistake.
Now it is worse, said Cousin Drake.

He is aged and out of his mind
His dementia is the very worst kind.
The toe is lost, we cannot find.
Uh-oh, on a chain and freshly shined....

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I watched the Mallards on the lake

The females fighting off the Drakes,

Those girls they fled across the pond

Some flew off to far beyond,

Eventually they all found pairs

For each of us needs one who cares,

Love, be it fate or luck

We all seek it, even ducks....

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L-Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.-a
E-Live yond your means, who are your family.-b
T-A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,-a
T-Jones styles for their smiles save one--their envy.b
E-Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,-c
R-odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.-c...

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When sex was as common as muck
The Mallard took over as "Duck"
Not much for playing
The hens were laying
Because one and all loved its pluck*

* Like American police, 
Anas platyrhynchos  drakes mate
- repeatedly - with anything they 
can get in a neckhold - and eagerly
join in gangbangs, leaving no doubt
that Chinese women had neither 
voice nor choice in the selection of
the duck as a symbol of happiness!"...

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There are ripples on the waters
That trail the white swan’s wake
Shimmering with sunbeams
Upon the golden lake

In jade and turquoise daydreams
Muses speak to me
They whisper on the waters
Lines of poetry

There are ripples on the waters
From the sleepy fledgling drakes
Resting in the moonlit gleam
That on the surface breaks

In pearl and silver nightdreams 
My soul is floating free
For tranquil are the waters
When I feel that peace in me....

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