Short Quacks Poems
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There is a duck in the park
Called Billy
He is very, very silly
He bobs about and quacks
And Laughs
Then floats upside down
Completely daft.
Two quacks walking side by side
one looking one way, the other the other
disturbingly similar, they could be one
and never the twain shall meet...
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If you see a heat wave, would you wave back
Now that's downright silly, I've had a goofus attack
Happens to some
Undone we become
And revert back to a cartoon character that quacks
The Puppet
By: Tom
1/20/2021
“If it walks like a duck,
and quacks like a duck,
it’s a duck”.
&
After mouthing the right things,
he lets others pull his strings,
he’s a puppet.
Form:
tranquil forest pond...
ducks swim in melodic quacks
hymns of breeze on lily-pads.
floating leaves rustle...
for it's mate, sings the calm dove
the frog Prince waits for his love.
Date 9th June 2025
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A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf
A butterfly on his way to somewhere
Pays us a visit but it was only brief
A duck quacks out on the water
And we hear a Kingfisher splash
An elegant swan glides effortlessly by
And the dragonfly makes a dash
In the pond, where beavers and bullfrogs are kings,
a duck has webbed feet and wings and things.
He quacks aloud instead of sings -
on his face, a useful tool...called a bill. He ain't no fool.
When he blows that thing, he really swings,
in the pond, where beavers and bullfrogs are kings.
From The Lips of Chicken
Hear how a chicken weeps
On its curved lips...
There and then it quacks
As its way it pecks
From Farm to the Plot
‘Fore falling into a pot:
“Apart from my racy feather
“Dangling on my leather
“Have I any other role
“Except being eaten whole?!”
JM
11th Oct’ 2013
Ah we know that life is balanced so much such that
capitalism is a brother or sister economy-
Yes, let me not assume that success is an opposite of
something and that wealth is a twain?,
and how wealthy is otherwise how private or em?,
is there any qualms or quacks or pros and cons
or tragedo-commedy for the better?.
I was once walking through the wood,
in the mist, silenced hush.
Sky rocketed trees,
graced by the tender eve.
Quacks; quivers; splash; and whirl,
faded into a whisper.
Sky fell asleep; stars twinkled,
but dwindled to disappear.
Emptiness of the green,
I felt within,
and with a sweet touch, gently
the mist devoured me completely.
Experts are fretting about our society
And how some people have slipped from sobriety
Scientists now fear the latest variety
Have you been jabbed as we all have a right to be
Head-shrinks and quacks have grown verbally lazy
They just tell us Covid has sent us stir crazy
But look at my photo and you will all see
That COVID-19 hasn’t affected me
Little goose wn't lay agolden egg
unless she feels inclined
she fluffs her feathers in your face and you can't change her mind
you can't translate the quacks and squeaksyou have to wait until she speaks
and listen sometimes it takes weeksuntil an egg you'll find.
the little poet preans and plays
maybe for a week of days
you know how genius has it's ways
the mazes of her mind.
Form:
The doctor in the headlights is Debra Birx
Obama's nominee! Is that a quirk? --
Now that she works for Trump
Pelosi wants to lump --
Birx in with pseudo-science quacks and jerks
Dr. Deborah L. Birx was nominated by
then-President Barack Obama, and easily
confirmed by the U.S. Senate, to be the
United States' Global AIDS Coordinator.
(Were you opposed to her then, Nancy?)
Perfect Playmate
puny pink primrose
pursuing phantom pleasure
pecking playful puff
Quitter
queasy queen questions
quirky quail's quivery quacks -
quill quietly quit
Ride
rain rake rattling raft
river roared ravenously -
rider relished ride
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Serenely gliding; placid; her beautiful stance , her head graced 'pride
--little jeleous duckling, scenic view, pay no mind as she bows her head
a reflection apprears
to her she sees no beauty
yet pay no mind to the chanting quacks
Easily in time the chatter shall cease as you swiftly move on out of sight
Author note: I retire my pen here.
Sincerely,
Lucinda "Cindy" Lu Cayton- Price
Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.
Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?
Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?
Kudos Gareth..' I'm on your side.!
Stand for Lisa; so sad she died
I got locked on f b for doing the
Same, yet the tides now turning
And we'll brook no shame.!
I'm cheering you on; as will
Many others, i'm sure we'll see
The v i p e r r arise.' watch them
Run for cover, all the quacks all
The crooked..Politico's, and paid
Off hacks.' We're billions in number
And are holding this track!
We are many; we are informed )
And we've got your back.
Thats reality; This is now (the norm)