Short Penguin Poems
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P Is For Perfect
E Is For Excellent
N Is For Neat
G Is For Great
U Is For Unique
I Is For Interesting
N Is For Nice
Penguin sat on ice thinking
the young ones captured
spouse perished in heat
hot weather was biting
instead of singing
she wept till she too went
I once knew a penguin named Frank.
Who had a big problem. He drank.
He got a full snout.
His wife threw him out.
And now he's asleep in “the tank.”
so close
to harvest
time
your warmth
set firm
now
ripe and
ready
to be
with
clean
feet and
penguin
toes to
turn
grapes
into
wine
Form:
if i could
be a bird
i'd be
a penguin
waddling out on
the town
or the nearest
iceberg
it looks like
i'm wearing a tux
how do you know
i'm not
Form:
Why do I love you?
a) your amazing eyes
b) your wonderful smile
c) your adorable penguin feet
d) your fantastically shaped hips
or
e) all of the above
Form:
I am black and white for a reason
Penguin avoiding predator’s treason
These colors help me hide
In the waters deep and wide
Pretty well hidden in every season
THE PENGUIN
The penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
In penguin jacket she walks in search
Of her carnage meals for
Road kills are plenty;
So she walks the deathly road
Missing herself barely the
Wheels of cars many.
There was once a penguin who thought
That religion and morals were naught,
As he swam in cold water
He thought, "Boy, I oughta...
Do something, but I don't know what.”
There once was a penguin, got lost in France
Had to sing for his supper or else dance --
He decided to squawk
At which Parisians gawked --
He hit a high note and down came his pants
Could you be my best friend? The penguin asked.
And my best friend? A snowman queried.
I can be all of your best friend, Santa replied.
The best answer of all in case your friends ask you.
Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin
Wobbling describes it, could be water retention
All that being said
More that I dread
A load in my nighty causing hypertension
Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin
Wobbling describes it, could be water retention
All that being said
More that I dread
A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin
Wobbling describes it, could be water retention
All that being said
More that I dread
A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin
Wobbling describes it, could be water retention
All that being said
More that I dread
A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
she said she
had feet like
a penguin
that i was
the only human
being that loved them
but being selfish
thinking if
she had
no feet
how would
she stand at
the altar
and say
I do
Form:
Pirate penguin had a song in his oversized heart
It was singing and chiming in a new kind of art.
He investigated the plank and laughed with a lark.
Now we wait for a crocodile, he said to first mate McBark.
Spiffed up in my tux and looking so cool
My, how the ladies do titter and drool
I strut about to entice
Fell on my bum on the ice
Picking myself up, slunk off like a fool
I adore penguins
Sliding on the frozen ice
Love how they waddle
Have wings that can never fly
Mating partners all their life
25th April 2014
~ For Tanka Contest sponsored by Amy Green ~
Awarded 5th place in contest
Cheers to the Penguin
our tuxedo-feathered friend.
They're sorta shaped like bottles
from end to end.
Though he can't act, or model
On swimming most depend.
And they wobble at full throttle
Cheers to our little friends.
i like to play in a garden of candy
and dance all night with the fairies
amid divine visions and illicit dreams
i fall asleep in a cotton-ball bush
~
care bEar aka charlie aka lucky aka skittle aka big penguin aka DOTHIS
Penguins…
They find eachother
Stick with one another
Together forever
Him with her and her with him
Through the cold and death
Loving eachother
That seeps through
Till the last breath
But if only I could find
My penguin.
Friends
People that care the most
Keeping them close
There for me when I'm sad
There for me when I'm glad
When I'm down
With a frown
My friends turn it upside down
If I ever lose my friends
I'll be lost
Like a penguin in the desert
Travel,
Roam all life long,
Pilgrimage shore to shore,
In this life and yon; who can tell
Where to!
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Cinquains | 09.06.14 |
From my book, Harvest of the Late Season, published by Penguin (Partridge)