Short Plucker Poems

Guitar
mother plucker
rich, ripe g-string quiver
luscious melodious escape
Play me...

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Heartstring Plucker

Twilight time…a song
That matters…especially when
Sung… by the Platters...

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A little boy named Nathan Tucker.
Grew up being a nose hair plucker.
He pulled em' till he sneazed.
He did just as he pleased.
Until the day he lost his pucker....

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Thorns surround the flower to protect its charm and beauty 
From the plucker's hands to ensure its safety and security,

The black plucker breaks rules being careful of self harm
And gets ready to foul and harm the flower falling in doom....

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A blanket of white
Fell in the night
My garden of flowers
Was nowhere in sight
I walked it afoot
I searched with my eyes
All blooms seemed lost
And covered with ice
But then I spotted 
The most beautiful rose
Covered in crystal
That nature had froze
A delicate marvel
Unique in its shape
Frozen in time
No plucker to take...

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Egg thief
hatcher
snatcher

Hormones added
perky
turkey

Low T
rooster
booster

No eggs
layer
prayer

Pagan
Wiccan
chicken

OSHA injury
plucker
struck her

Power outage
broiler
spoiler

Sweet tooth
cobbler
gobbler

Terrorist
tickin'
chicken

Unfaithful
poultry
'dultery

H/T to Chicken Footles by Andrea Dietrich...

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A turkey was being plucked and it hurt
He was in pain and his fowl words were curt
He pecked at the plucker
Said “sing for your supper”
And then ran for his life overexert.

Now the turkey's in the altogether 
He is feeling lighter than a feather 
He's thankful to be here 
And for losing his gear 
All he is wanting now is fine weather....

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Ryan Ran Away

Ryan  romped, stomped and galloped away;
Did swing and sway returning  another day;
Wisconsin  cheese;
Should say please,
And with his absent mind  still tries to play.

Jim Horn

He had modest  mother who was a plucker;
Someone with stick of sucker had stuck her;
Broke  yoke;
And no joke;
Chicken not steak then we would chuck her.

Jim Horn...

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Old feathers

ancient eyes

new lips

romantic face

handsome heart,

your dry sorrow

his healing palms,

large love

kisses of cream

rose pocket

deep touch

passionate pull,


He comes for your heart...

a soul plucker

hunts light

stalks beauty

cries caress

blood beast

prays mutely,

song stays

weaponized wisdom

sensitive wrong

God groans  -

J.A.B....

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On a recent trip I was gone
but not for long
to Eastern Oregon
where I saw my first chukar
(a partridge-like bird pronounced 'chucker')
which in time
compelled me to analyse
and revise
an old and pleasant pheasant rhyme
give it the feathery touch
and in the end
regale my Oregonian friends
with a resounding recital
of...
'I'm not a chukar plucker
I'm a chukar plucker's son
and I'm only plucking chukars
'til the chukar plucker comes'
...

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