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Premium Member Refusal To Duck
REFUSAL TO DUCK

Tucker sits on lawn chair sipping his pop.
Two bullet holes like flies land on backdrop.
A retired mechanism.
He’s done with tourism.
He’s a sitting duck in front of a shop.

8/16/2017...

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Categories: sitting duck, humor,
Form: Limerick



Breakfast
the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours....

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Categories: sitting duck, angst, animals, death, food, life, nostalgia, pets,
Form: Didactic
Chosen Last
this is a question poem

Why was I chosen last?

Why don't they ever stay?

Why do they promise what they cant keep?

Why the false hope?

Why do friendships end?

Why does it happen so fast?

Why are my emotions invaild to you?

Why manipulate me and break me?

Why was I the next sitting duck?

Why play with my heart ?, if only you knew you were causing this...

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Categories: sitting duck, 6th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Social Media Is a Tattle Tale
She was just sitting there, not paying attention.
A sitting duck? I guessed.
She glared at me.
Can I please finish the story?
I knew then I was in for a pouty evening.
So I was quiet.
As long as I could be.
A sitting duck? I guessed again.
I had seen the photo on social media.
She has not spoken to me since.
Angry that I know what she has for breakfast
And what color panties she has on…....

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Categories: sitting duck, 10th grade, 11th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form: Free verse
Sitting Duck
I see the perfect girl, yet I still refuse to accept the invitation
The means to acquire her beauty would not reveal themselves
the descending power did not fall down upon me
Lack of time, prior attachments, and incompetence had left me a sitting duck
now I sit... left with impertinent, inconsistent, wandering thoughts
without the greatness of her impression
or a quick return promising their reduction...

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Categories: sitting duck, love
Form: I do not know?



Nduru
hers are paradise-measured steps
an escalation of the clan’s delight
in a sitting duck of the stream-lets;
& maidens awaken by the twilight
virgins of niger’s hidden chambers
meeting with ancient praise-singers;

“nduru has arrived! nduru is here!”
the echo of the clan’s piper rings
“o, she’s come! o, she’s here!”
seems with her a new life springs!
she: a clan’s fair-haired & elegant bird
with a retinue of songsters furtive & weird....

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Categories: sitting duck, mystery
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member I Was a Sitting Duck
I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.

But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink....

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Categories: sitting duck, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member My Lost Love Is Fine
My Lost Love is Fine her rose petals once pluck by some other muck it made me once want to chuck being run over by her truck my heart twice moon struck at the muckers running amok her audacity rises and suck for those deflowering schmuck yet here i now sit in near pond, stuck escape being her sitting duck my love for her once awestruck to a sad effect of her potluck dear, winds now howls my good luck connie pachecho 1/03/18
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Categories: sitting duck, sad love,
Form: Monorhyme
Mounting Up
Growing is a part of life.
Some days suck
I just want to give up
And sit on a rock like a sitting duck.

Those magical days have gone and passed me by.
Don’t worry Ill try to catch up.
But when that car comes by again I’m pull up
Along side it
Because I’m not letting opportunity passed me by
 
A day turns into nights and nights into days
Once upon a time I had a beautiful life
In till I found myself facing death by day
Turn around to see the face of death
Turns out to be my wife....

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Categories: sitting duck, childhood, death, time, me,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Shattered Sighs