Short Hooted Poems

I woke up one morning, this morning,
So dull it was like a lame forest.
A bird hooted and hooted
And it sounded more like a lullaby....

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Romania (laughter kills))

They hooted
When the dictator spoke 
They chortled
Odium
Giggles of utter contempt 
Then they shot him....

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once this small elf named mcfee

tried to sleep in an elm tree

till its owl found out

and hooted this shout

mcfee you better now flee....

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Remember when, 'way back then'
Our flag we flew -- to cheers, not boos

Old Glory, all saluted
No one taunted, no one hooted

'Star-Spangled Banner' folks sang
Off-key, tear-stained twang
     
We believed every word
Deep yearnings stirred...

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The owl in the night pine sky
hooted most eves a soft reply
to quiet dusk and creaking limb,
a fervent wish to be let in?
Or mournful note of passing time,
a harbinger of deathly rhyme?
I think not, it’s just her jest,
Only God knows, who knows her best....

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She sobbed, screamed, screeched, squealed…
He howled, hollered, hissed, hooted…
The hearing seemed tug-of-war-filled.
The judge smiled and said: "Equaled!
So, your wish to reunite is confirmed!'
They frantically hugged, kissed. In celluloid. 


04 June 2021
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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The mystical fairy sprinkled diamond starlight onto the water.
Six or eight forest elves came out to watch. 
A robin whistled.
A forest owl hooted.

The crescent moon smiled his appreciation.
The lake was glistening in a magical way now.
Will it stay? A novice pixie asked in a hush voice.

It will last forever, a mushroom elf confided. 
That is the ethereal lovely lake loving fairy. 
Her magic lasts happily forever after....

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Frightened, hiding in this park
Every rustling sound keeps me in this dark
All I want is a place to rest my mind
Rearranging shadows are all I find

The owl has not hooted
He has not made his kill
Even the night bird has become still

Nerves crawl along my arm
Insistent, persistent, like your charm
Ghostly images blur upon my sight
Hollow gestures I once thought were true
Tensed, I point my abandoned heart at you.

Adelaide Bond
May, 12, 2016...

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Willington canal bridge, we hand in hand
our journey pausing briefly, nothing planned.
nearby an owl hooted to egg us on,
distracting the face that I gazed upon.
eager and expectant, forward leaning,
rose lips parting, no doubting their meaning.
fingers tightly coiling around my wrists,
unnecessary, I would not resist............
loved that first soft tender fleeting kiss.

January 5th, 2016

For contest 'Wonderful- acrostic', sponsor John Hamilton....

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Someone decorated the woods with lanterns and stuff
The little girl was gingerly walking through, sure enough
Was it a witch, a warlock, a brownie, a troll or an elf?
An owl hooted high up on an oak tree’s branch shelf.

It’s a bit spooky, said the goblin, who was prancing beside.
I am frightened! Said the ghoul, who had attempted to hide.
Be brave said the girl, there is someone here who clearly cares.
She loved waiting to find out it was, as they walked by some lairs....

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