Short Tuckered Out Poems
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Mighty Mike
Mighty Mike always drove women wild
poor girlfriend got fed up and then filed
was a smooth talker
was not a stalker
now Mighty Mike is tuckered out mild
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Spent spirits bend; grasping grips slip.
Bent backs bear what numb nails can never mend.
Frail fingers fail; bent bones break.
Weary wrists wrench as tired tendons twist.
Cold claws clutch sore shoulders.
Rust rasps hard; battered palms pull back.
Hammered hands hang; tired tools fall still.
My older self gets tuckered out
Before the night has started.
The energy I used to have
Has quietly departed.
And toss some jet lag in the mix,
Plus days a’broil and sunny,
Add extra-rich vacation food
And I’ll bet lots of money…
That I won’t make it through the day
(Since I’m opposed to napping),
Without a few espresso shots
To boost my pep that’s sapping.
Thoughts are like birds
On their golden wings
They fly away
To an unknown place
With a promise to come back
When I am calm, cool and positive
Decorate the nest with optimistic attitude
Shun seeing the glass half empty
They fall from the boughs
Like the leaves of an autumn tree
Tuckered out and faded away
But with a promise
To sprout out again in green
If you bring back the sunny spring
Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out
from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business,
conjuring this and conjuring that,
bewitching this and bewitching that,
I hate to say it but I'm not
the young enchantress I used to be.
It's time for a break and have some brew ~
what I need next is to summon my charming warlock
to make me feel those long gone days of youth once more.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
There's my lil kitten!
Sittin' cozy in my mitten
Too tuckered out to play :)
Don't think she'd fit in a glove
(And I'm too gentle to shove)
So I'll go without mittens today
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Jan. 11, 20223
To the rhyming tune of "Little Miss Muffet"
(This cat caper is purely fictional, not based on an actual event)
"Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens" Poetry Contest
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Took my dead dog for a long walk today.
I like to think that some that passed by
glimpsed the whisk of her bushy tail
or heard her cheerful panting,
as she strained at the leash.
I was reading a book about Shelties,
how they were bred to be working dogs,
sheep herders,
and won’t ever be lapdogs.
Back home, both tuckered-out,
I glance down,
she is asleep already,
no doubt chasing my legs,
around a bunch
of lampposts and fire hydrants.
Carols chiming on the village green
Light snow adding to the atmosphere,
Bustling shoppers complete the scene
It’s easy to see the holiday is here,
With children laughing, anticipating
A midnight visit from jolly old St. Nick
In the park young folks are ice-skating,
So many activities, take your pick.
Sledding down a slope is my choice
Then, hot chocolate and a huge bonfire,
While happy carolers raise their voice
All tuckered out, I’m ready to retire.
Written December 8, 2022