Short Sitting Duck Poems
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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
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.
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….
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
Form:
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.
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.
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
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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