Short Ducked Poems
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Coy you are.
I saw you be a
Koi in the pond
When you swam by me.
Coiling colors
In swaying reeds...
Then a duck came,
So I ducked in the trees.
Form:
Like toy boats on a pond
The ducklings swam in precise line
One by One
They ducked down, bottoms up
Treasure Hunters
One held a fish in its mouth
You drove the ball high
It flew and touched the sky
I heard, “FORE!"
And ducked therefore
But the ball hit my thigh
Some of the things mom never knew happened;-)
There once was Glenda with slippers to share.
Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair.
She ducked behind Oz’s curtain
To do what is uncertain,
But the Lion put a crib in his lair.
Went for a walk, couldn't find my way home
Finally walked into the wrong house as I roamed
Naked lady screamed
Threw a hand mixer machine
As I ducked, the mailman got bopped on the dome
She had
got mad
and threw
a shoe
he tucked
and ducked
and ran
from Jan
Oh Fred
she said
you make
me ache
Allow
me now
To take
a break
Goodbye
A sigh
12-17-2020
In retrospect I tried to lie,
To hide the thing that lives inside.
I hoped in fact that it had died,
I see now I was wrong.
I slipped and dipped and ducked and dove.
I slept in every crevice cove.
Just like spider webs are wove.
I journeyed ten yrs gone.
I had never interrupted a black panther conversation before.
I stopped in my tracks, barely breathing.
Hoping neither of them had noticed me.
One of them had a sniffer high in the air.
I ducked behind a vine.
My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings.
I waited.
into melody
jumps the frog beyond the reel
slow dragonflies goosed and ducked
a lit symphony
campfires dance like sun and moon
in ripples of stone and wind
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Contest:Show me a Choka
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Written:06.08.25
Delirious from mad fever,
he blew unwanted kisses from across the sea to the girl in his dreams.
She ducked and dived and hid
but his kisses just wouldn't stop
then she dressed a giraffe in sari
made the face up like a girl
and finally the real girl was free,
free from the the delirious mad fevered man's
unwanted kisses
Bridge club Barbie had her dance down well
The cards began flying up and down the hill
We ducked as the eight of clubs flew on past
She’s in a toot said her friend Willow Wast.
The seven of hearts went winging past my ear
I moved out of the way, for I was way too near
Bridge club Barbie was in a mood for sure.
Her partner’s bid was as awful as smelly manure
Bridge club Barbie had her dance down well
The cards began flying up and down the hill
We ducked as the eight of clubs flew on past
She’s in a toot said her friend Willow Wast.
The seven of hearts went winging past my ear
I moved out of the way, for I was way too near
Bridge club Barbie was in a mood for sure.
Her partner’s bid was as awful as smelly manure
I kicked my legs and off I went
Up into the midnight black,
The sky tilted, the trees bent
As I looked down and back
To narrowly miss the drifted stars
I quickly ducked my head ...
Out beyond lies Saturn and Mars
And my body in it's bed ...
I flipped on a windy draft
Landing on a crescent beam,
The moon and I simply laughed
About my flying in a dream.
Nantucket was a bully in town
And he pushed everyone around
From storekeepers to clerks
He had no special perps
Until he met Black-flag
Who gave him a special tag
Nantucket ducked and dodged
But Black-flag fist was too large
Nantucket was tag not once but twice
That changed him from nasty to nice
Right now, he’s a bully no more
Because Black-flag tossed him out the door
(This is a fictional poem)
When I was a child, I wasn't a good sport at losing.
I took a bat to the winning team and I gave them a good bruising.
The coach was so mad that he took a swing at me but I ducked.
I then hit him in the crotch with the bat and he was out of luck.
I would get pretty sore when I didn't win.
From that day on I was forbade from playing baseball again.
Form:
Running in the circles
Where I don’t belong
I should but don’t
I had a chance
But blew it
What went wrong
Obstacles in my path
Stopped me in my tracks
I hesitated
Way short
Of making the rank
I sat back
I ducked when
I could have
Should have jumped
Should have
Challenged myself
Went all the way
Could have
Been the best
I could have been
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
chatting
talking
venting
dumping
my oh yes
me oh my
my sigh...
chiatrist
is Pakistani
i don't Urdo
or at least
i do nameste
but he always
asks: what music
are you listening
to right now?
is your supervisor
still not talking
to you? and what
else has been
happening?
so i told him
the expression
crazy as a loon
he knew the bird
and laughed and
said so are you
i immediately
ducked
under
water
Form:
Eventually you will find out,
why my feelings are in hibernation,
Opening the past is to sleep,
when dreams turn in the wrong direction,
I've tossed and turned,
dodged and ducked all the past nightmares,
The dreams are my life's memories,
entwined in sordid affairs,
Embossed on slate, my life's carvings,
for everyone to see, when love turns to hate,
To drink, it smother's the feelings,
discarding what was ment to be fate......
An uncertain time,
light switch in the dark
whirr of wings,
unlocated -
swift hither, swifter thither
soft mousy leather.
Fledermaus,
Bat!
On the ceiling,
fridge top,
skitter of featherless wings
in the air a timid fear,
clinging now to a hook.
Throw open the screen door,
Circle back, head ducked,
flap towel
shout something, anything but yes.
Blurred flight zooms past left ear.
Put heartbeats
back into their drum,
make coffee.
Hurtling toward me was a messy, slimy mass
Of masticated food from a diner with no class!
Glancing off my head (I ducked!), it landed on poor old
Mama, right smack dab in the face. It slid, then rolled
Onto her lap. The offender saw her mopping her face.
Unabashed, he refilled and, without a trace of grace,
Talked, with cavernous mouth wide open, disgusting us all.
Henceforth, Food Flinger, cease showing such egregious gall.
November 3, 2021
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
I was walking by some lilac trees
chanced upon a brightly coloured bird
a parrot it was, feathered purple and green
it flew at me and bit my head
I ducked and hit and spun
the parrot screamed a word
over and over again
it's claws were in my hair
it's beak pecked at my brow
Loser, Loser, cawed the fowl
laughing at my plight
I ran fast away down the path
but couldn't get myself free
I finally grabbed the purple fiend
and it vanished without a trace
Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked and dodged his mighty swing
which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce)
and them's the actual facts
Hiking was an exciting adventure,
climbing mountains piercing a summer's sky,
not looking back for the fear of falling, or think, " I'll die. "
but my grip had a formidable strength to entice texture.
I advanced as an army in a clashing battle field without a cloud,
stepping on sweet Williams hosting butterflies without thinking of their agony;
and hearing an eagle swoop, I ducked as the rope around
my wrist tightened, stopping my blood's flow...I felt that sense of vulnerability.
I had to ground myself from stopping
in front of huge flea market for shopping
garage sales used to take all my cash too
might need this I’d say, lifting up a left shoe
Mate was nowhere in sight, maybe lost in a loo?
Any chance you know what happened to the right?
The vendor laughed, and promptly ducked out of sight
This broken mirror only needs a little bit of glue
Let’s go to some thrift stores, suggested my Uncle Lou.
We don’t need cash after bills are paid, said his wife, Sue.