Short Fowls Poems

There sit some owls;
Wise old fowls perched
With scowls and hoots....

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colorful birds enjoy their apartment in the sky
exotic island-like Rubenesque bubble nests
fowls in a variety of gorgeous colors, reposing
their plain round grass huts show them off well....

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Fifteen frenzied fowls with frilly frightening feathered frocks
Pirouetting, prancing, preening against granite rocks
Generating elongated,  lively lollygagging locks,
Strutting around in their striped chicken-like socks....

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those the aqua skies;
as white clouds drifts passing by;
scenic horizon;

birds those fowls so fly;
swish away the endless skies
those are scenic skies

6/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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The sun rises unseen, hidden
A caged cat cries a sad howl
With the incinerator fired
On a cloudy day so foul

While the fowls of the air fly high
Enjoying the cool morn
Song birds sing a good-bye tune 
Tom-Pierre his fate mourns 

Tom-Pierre...a stray male cat...

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(Before Spellcheck)

After arguing fouls or fowls
Some Hebrew scribes throw in their towels
The Hebrew God growls,
"Forget the damn vowels!*
You'll know if you're right in your bowels!"

*Hebrew scribes omit vowels 
so scholars can argue whether
HLV=HALAV or HELEV, etc....

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Do
Do what I can ,
But but maybe old man,
I can’t do what I wanna  do,

Less I can catch a good holt,
Can’t do the sweet bolt,
Till I catch me a shiela , true blue,

Do think it is slack,
But, just never look back,
Till the fowls flap, wherever they flew.

	Paula Swanson
Contest Name	How Due You Dew...

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On the  twelfth  day of Christmas
 St. Nicholas  gave to meeee

Twelve pizza pies
Eleven pigs in a sty...

Ten hooting  owls
Nine golden fowls

Eight barking dogs
Seven leaping frogs

Six poets dancing
Five reindeer prancing

Four bottles of rum...
Three sets of drums 

Two stinging bees....
And a unicorn   just for PD

Joseph May...

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Im black im black
I don't melanin lack
Tribe begotten by sun
Heathed and fully done
I might be brown by fraud
But Inside im black and proud
A race that tamed hyenas
Riding them around like cotinas
Reared owls as fowls
Before our black wisdom was foiled
Black me back if i bleach it
Its my identity, to my heart stitch it....

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kom bak again,
we all have it,
time after time, 
different bodies, 
different crimes,
all the con-men,
 put-overs, pirates,
 in Nigeria born again ....
wonder where they come from??? 
special talents i contend,
and their numbers growing higher,
a special kind of trier,
even Fowls can see the trend?...
Don Johnson...

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distinct calling styles
marked blue jays’ God-endowed sounds…
forest grand chorale*

*Psalm 104:12 By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. 

January 18, 2021
3rd place, "A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/22/2021....

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Sun sets in crimson sky
   Silhouettes as birds fly

      The blue is tinged with pink
      Flight’s winged as Sol does sink

   Fowls wish to reach their nest
It’s time for each to rest


08.11.2021





For Line Gauthier's "Bite size poem no.44" contest

Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
Syllables checked with PS syllable counter...

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Fall
arcane drops
of burnt hawthorn,
refashion chestnut beauty
as enticing odes of jovial
amber plume fowls serenade 
maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease
timber soils of stillness in calm chaos.
Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings 
I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring
subtle bliss embracing the core 
values revived endng
summer’s erotic
E
N
D...

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Catcher of owl dreams
A princess of the best kind, it seems

Flinging fowls’ ideas in the atmosphere
Keeping only a few to glance at quite near

Watching them ping and zing to other worlds
Expressing owl opinions to other planets as they are unfurled

Catcher of owl dreams, goddess of the night
Thank you for sharing our dreams and making us feel all right....

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The destructive arrows was shot into the air
And the air cracked and things fall apart.
The power sector dismantled ,and 
The economy seized.
Humans are slaughtered in may ham
every where in the street by human goat.
Fowls are not seen street any more,
whilst the goats bleats no more .
the country has fallen into pieces
Who shall be our messiah in the long run...

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Thunder gas pushy pals.
Wonder mass cushy gals.
Under crass gushy owls.
Sunder lass mushy fowls.

Yes poetry is a play of words.
Sometimes funny, other times absurd.
Whispered sweetly, gently overheard.
On wings of faeries or tiny birds.

Gobbly wobbly grizzly bear.
Sobbily dobbily crizzly share.
Making up new words without a care.
Creating a missive, easy to share....

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Peace portioned for all possibilities
Hope holding the heart of hatred
Terrorism lost ten thousand times
Selfishness battled before the sun sets
Greediness returns to greenness grace
Rulers to leaders without strife and lust
Help to the poor and the needy of trust
A better atmosphere arranging believes
No more killing and wasting of blood
We are all humans not fowls and ant!...

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Turkeys' Thanksgiving Suggestions

A month before the thanksgiving party,
All turkeys met in their community
To plan how to stop people,
Cooking them as foods for all,
For there are other fowls in their county.

Mr. Gobble had a smart suggestion
To have them ducks’ and chicken’s rotation,
Everybody then wore wigs,
Imitated sounds of pigs,
But they forgot to hide tails' expansions.
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Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
...

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graying unto the skyline
past confusion blues and misty mountaintops
way up high, where the fowls play for hours on end
I breath out and watch the smoke swirl and dance roun' each letter
The frosty dew has yet to disappear for the day
Stray cats lingering through the trashbins, catchin' last nights meal
All the while I'm stuck in a dreary morning
reaching out for sun, but it has yet to succumb to my needs...

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All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls

Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay

Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay

Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes of chivalry of the bleeder

Ink flowing out are veins of the fighter
Scrawled blood purged from the might of the writer...

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fondue's folksy fiendish foolish fiery Phoebe
fondly followed foppish fish foraging fibster Fee
ferocious foggy falls focus folklore fancy-free
fifty-fifty finnish fish foisted fiddle faddle fantasy
foolhardy footprint festered foofaraw foxy
feuding French fowls feverishly fighting fibster fee
fortunate footstools fostered finished folksy Phoebe
folly of finding feverishly fertile f-words is forever up to me....

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Fowls in the treetops singsonging their lines
Lively squirrels climbing and racing 'cross vines
Where the rainy days and sunny days seem to align
In the moments where winter no longer confines.
Ah, yes, February's bleakness begins to decline
We stroll in the warm air, and can't quite define
The peace, the content, of this God's great design.
Primavera... oh finally, the sun's started to shine....

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Forever flowers in my dreams, full beds all year long
Fragrant blossoms cheering me and bright as the sun
Fushia, red, yellow gallore white and lilac royally grand!
Furrowed perfection in clean rows; never a weed to be found

Madness you say? well not today
Multicolors soft and inviting
Many butterflies and fowls
Melody so clear, so dear

Forever madness of multicolor blossoms
Forever flowers in sunlight and a velvet touch....

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Christmas


A real Merry Christmas is a time
Not for an unfettered pastime
Or, for fowls to take stock of brood
To see which turned into food
Nor time tummies to be braced
By flow food not to be disgraced....
It’s a time when more you give
And less you expect to receive
A time you must be led by love
Not a time to punish the stove
With endless cooking of treat
Or to attempt some daring feat!


JM

25th December 2013...

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