Short Squawked Poems
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The chicken squawked
The lady walked
The horse snorted
The mail was sorted
The Turkey gobled
The chick wobbled
The dog barked
The squeaking cart
From God Noah received a great plan
Build an Ark stay on dry land
people stared and squawked
some came and laughed
Until flood sailed it like a can
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
The rooster crowed
The wind blowed
The horse stomped
The pig chomped
The weeds grew
A yellow shoe
The dog barked
The car parked
The chicken squawked
The man talked
The sun shone
Good to be home
The lady walked
The chicken squawked
The letter was mailed
The student failed
The star shone
The ringing of the phone
The dog barked
The car parked
The wind blew
The bird flew
The tree swayed
The man prayed
Two seagulls perched upon the rail
This morning, by the river.
The one with ruffled feathers
Had a message to deliver.
He tilted back his head and squawked,
His partner keeping quiet.
Whatever he was yelling,
It appeared she didn’t buy it.
The summer specter like wild parrots squawked,
in piercing jade abandon did it fly.
Through rampant trees of emerald we stalked
the sun's medallion in a cyan sky.
Original Poem: Naive Autumn, posted 10/4/17
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into the weather or sorrow I walked
where crows waited and squawked
the rain hit me in the face
but I did not pick up my luxurious pace
into the night of being an orphan I wandered
my freedoms freely squandered
the stars showed me the way
it made a terrific end of day
The robins hung their nest up high with such anticipation,
for a world dominated by little birds was their determination.
But when the hawk came calling, knocking on their door
they squawked like the raven...saying only nevermore.
By: Jessica Thompson
Date:8/18/2021
The parson's parrot was a sinful bird,
Known for squawking many a naughty word!
Said parson, "Let's make a pact;
Here and now clean up your act!"
Squawked bird, "Those very words from you I heard!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Limerick: Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
She squawked and shrieked and refused the suit:
He dived and swam up close
Then bit her tail and rose:
Jumped, did his bit and didn’t give a hoot !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
that crab nip
upon fingertips
as sunlight tilts his hat
and nighttime makes his start
drinking liquid
from the passing breeze
unanticipated tremble of the knees
Squawked yawn as seagull retires
and sound swathes
its way
through quicksand air
Slip your chill
past neckline
nomadic course down spine
Wrap your silk cotton
darkness around
safe but unsound
unfound
The lamb cried
The egg fried
The man worked
A woman smirked
The leaf fell
The merchant will sell
The lady cooked
The trembling girl shook
The bird.squawked
A woman walked
A dog barked
A car parked
A tired shopper
A long skirt is proper
The wind whistled
The bell indicated dismissal
The sun shone in the midst of winter
A boy cried because of a splinter
From out the copse of gnarling trees,
As nature blinked a rapid eye,
The raven lashes took to flight
Tumultuous in the darkened sky;
And roaring as their flock dispersed,
Peppered shot on grainy sheet,
Fluttered, cawed and squawked a din
With beaded eyes and wings to beat.
And then, as if by some decree,
Recited in the twilight reign,
All was like they’d never been
When nature closed an eye again.
Said the broccoli, "Hey - look at me
I look like a small, but perfect tree"
The mushrooms squawked saying "Listen, fellas
we think we look like umbrellas"
The walnut, small, but oh so vain
proceeded to claim, he looked like a brain
Attention was turned to the erudite milk
who opined that he was 'liquid silk'
The banana, bashful in phallic unease
groaned "Can we change the subject, please"
It did not crack,
it groaned.
It did not fall all at once,
it shook itself like a wet dog,
it stood on invisible toes
like a dancer.
It twisted to look behind it,
then knelt briefly
sliding down its own shadow.
There was, of course, a crash
but it was muted
as if the earth caught it,
then rocked it gently for a moment
as the leaves rattled.
Birds stopped singing.
You would think
they would have squawked
or flown away,
but they just stopped.