Short Tucker Poems
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A pirate I knew named Tucker
Was quite a gullible sucker
I mixed his rum with a lime
I said " It'll would taste fine"
So now, He’s a drunken old pucker
You heard about old Tommy Tucker
To me, he’s a real nyuk-nyuker
For he’d make me laugh
When he chugged half & half
And then through his nose he’d up-chucker
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.
A baseball player, name of Kyle Tucker
Ever hear of him? – Neither had I
Just inked a $240 million contract
~ setting off quite the hue and cry
A couple dancing waltz -
A walking bushman swinging with his tucker bag
Philippine map -
An inverted y
March 29, 2023
Write BANTUs Poetry Contest
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Lady Alice Hamilton from Nambucca,
Was a large lady that enjoyed her tucker,
At any posh soiree
She'd seat herself by the buffet,
Eating so much she would sometimes splutter.
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
you're my solid rock
*i'll always be writing lines
real deal man of steel
my dream lover true
*i'll always be singing rhymes
about love ov e
above few lines robbed
from youth never forgotten
just as hot today
Son of liberty, of better men.!
Than any low-brow
Neanderthals who
May intend to pen?
His pen, indeed' his
Intellect too.' Have
At it I say.' For so, so
Many millions then...
Will take it to you.'
Me included.)
JD Vance, proud of his Appalachian roots
Likes to wear (designer) cowboy boots
Gravitates toward that ‘Man of the People,’ Tucker Carlson
The two of them attacking conservatism ~ political arson
Brandee
Writer, loving, sister, friend
Daughter of Hylar and Gladstone
Lover of Jesus, family, and good food
Who feels hope, stress, and blessed
Who fears, zero, zip, and zilch
Who would like to see the Statue of Liberty
Resident of Tucker, Georgia
Augustus
What if we all danced on top of the expensive cars
In the super market parking lot?
What if we all sang “Old Dan Tucker” loudly
in crowded elevators with suit people?
What if we rode psychedelic skateboards down dead man’s hill?
Would they think we were crazy or would they be jealous?
Why did little Tommy Tucker
Have to sing for his supper?
Did he stammer and stutter
To merit just bread and butter?
And what miscreant oaf
Would then give him a loaf
But nary a knife to cut through it?
Didn't Tom have enough strife
In his life with no wife,
Or did fat spread on starch
Help him chew it?
Plumper- of- pillows
Puller-tight-of-covers
Chin-tucker
She of the soft white hands
Whisperer
Sweet singer of lullabies
Sand-sprinkler
Keeper of the Xanadu Gardens
Shaper scenter-of-flowers
Now she goes on tiptoe
Leaving the door open just a crack
She's created a dream
Then let everyone dream it with her
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Stacey
A puzzle piece gets tucked away
Inside a resting boot
And Henry, who's the tucker,
Finds this type of thing a hoot.
A book is likewise hidden
In a laundry pail or drawer
Where, if someone isn't watching,
We won't find it anymore.
This hide and seek's adorable
Though it comes with a cost,
For it's just a stroke of luck so far
That nothing has been lost!
Here I write a red poem,
Sohpie Tucker red,
"The last of the red hot mama's" red.
It's a hard Tap Dancing Red,
St. Valentine's red,
Cinnamon Apple scented red...
Georgio sweet smelling red,
Victoria Secret Red,
Morning sunrise red,
Red Hot lipstick red,
Happy Go Lucky Red.
Written with my flaming Pink Crayola Pen
On this October day...
Oh you kid!
C. Alvez
Young Bobby Tucker chats the whole day through
His teacher said, “That's all you ever do.
Today is geography,
what you can do for me
Is form a sentence using ‘Katmandu’
“I’m pretty certain you won’t have a clue
But I would like an answer out of you.”
“Well, Batman don’t chase mice,”
Bobby said in a trice
“But you can bet your life that Katmandu.”
Juliet asked, “What’s in a name?”
and, methinks I shall do the same.
What have; Bo-Peep, Boy Blue, Jack Horner,
Miss Muffet, Poll Parrot, Red Riding Hood,
Robin Redbreast and Tommy Tucker
in common, scale-wise, that's underststood?
As none of them are related,
the subject may seem brittle,
altho' not small, or what I call 'tall',
one and all, they are 'Little'.
"Get out the way! Ol' Dan Tucker.
You're too late to get your supper."
That's what my turntable had to say.
I was a kid. Dad was a trucker.
He blasted the sound, took an upper,
Sang, "Sha la la la la la live for today".
The girl next door had a naughty plan.
She wore a smile that said, "let's play".
The time is now. Don't interrup' 'er.
From that wisdom, so much good began -
Seize the day!
The setting sun was sinking slow
At Cavan Lake that night
Russell and his mom had the fire going just right
Gramma and her faithful pal Tucker, black as coal
They were moving closer to the flame
The air was getting cold
We sang some songs as I recall
Even one I didn’t bring
That was that old nasty one that Grampa used to sing
So now when I get feeling bored with nowhere else to go
I slip inside that magic night
Not so long ago
A day off.
Totally free
Late Summer clear skies
mind seeking someone to spend it with
Or not
Take a ride down cape
Favorite coffee in sip cap cup
Janis or Marshal Tucker?
Tull or Who?
Backroad dawdling
Scenic route to Nowhere
Maybe even write another song
Or ride the Vineyard ferry
Back and forth
Or mow the greens
and finally play some golf
Salt in the air
Wind in my hair
What do I care
About most?
I think I'll go buy
A crown roast
Tucker is our eighty pound Dogo
Argentino family pet.
Under foot is where he lays.
Creeping into the kitchen at the
smell of food; hoping, if he’s lucky
he’ll get a crumb, or two.
Keeps me tripping; he’s leading,
then he abruptly stops, to see if
you are still behind.
Evening and morning; you see
two shadows, one is mine, the
other is not.
Rotten; spoiled beyond repair.
He doesn’t know he is a dog,
he thinks he is human.
Russell Sivey
Contest Name Good Luck Meal
Aussie Drover’s tucker
Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper, (camp oven bread)
with a drop of tomato sauce,
Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals,
In kidney fat of course,
A billy full of Bushels tea,
Just sitting on a log,
And banana fried well, fritters,
Washed down with some tea or grog,
Sometimes .
On New year’s days a droving .