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Below are the all-time best Preston Hill poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Chicken, Chicken In the Yard

Chicken, chicken, in the yard.

When will you be quiet?

All day long it's cluck, cluck, cluck

It sounds like there's a riot.

You flap your wings, yet you don't fly

And eat and eat and eat

You give us eggs, I don't eat eggs

And you have funny looking feet.

 

Chicken, chicken, in the yard

You're fatter even still

I gaze at you across the way

And drool on the window sill.

 

Chicken, chicken, in the yard

I'll bet you're really tasty.

Wings and breast and thighs and legs

To leave any is a wasty.

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It Comes From the Pun

There is no pun under the sun that I’m ashamed of making

For once on the run the silliest pun can set the Earth to quaking

It’s not from the laughter it’s not from the heart that makes a pun so fun

It’s the flight of the run that makes the pun fun

And now it’s begun under the sun

This silly notion from down by the ocean

That a ton of fun doth come from the pun

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The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face

with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6

The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate

The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water 

And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway

I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street

Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway

She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice

I call back,"Merry Christmas".

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What's In a Name

What's in a Name?
by Preston Hill

The Sun gives birth to dawn. We meet for the first time. We introduce. What’s your name?

We chat respectfully- all the while the sun continues to rise.

To think that once long ago in the cradle of humankind an idea sparked knowledge.

Testing, poking, prodding the mind, pushing thought into expression.

What was then an idea to be spoken was finally written down.

Pictograms on cave walls, diagrams of the hunt, the battle.

Pictograms on clay pots depicting commerce from a life long ago.

Pictograms on parchments that develop shapes, gestating onward to the formation of letters, words, ideas.

Of contracts, agreements, mortgages, governments, constitutions, proclamations.

Pictograms on chalkboards, blackboards, whiteboards on which an idea will be conveyed.

And children learn, apprentices advance, executives and politicians chart budgets and trends.

Pictograms on buildings, bridge abutments, railway cars declaring “This place is ours”.

And as ideas spread so did humankind. Wars and peacetime. Love and hate. Dignity and honor.

All emotion within passed from one generation to the next as the sun climbs higher in the sky.

And on one small piece of ground a family, a clan, a tribe, a village began to grow giving titles to their neighbors in relation to their geography.

Mr. Rock, Mr. Hill, Mr. Rivers greeted with a jaunty wave of the hand.

Then John had a son. Then Samuel had a son. Then Lars had a son.

Yearning for identity, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Smith and Mr. Baker began to teach their trades and build a future, contributing to the economy and serving others.

Soon, the village grew into a town, the town into a city. Nations and states formed and families, clans, tribes and cultures pooled together with separate and distinct idiosyncrasies.

In every language and aspect ideas spread, carrying seeds from the beginning.

Leaving their expectations, hopes, fears and dreams imprinted on the pages of history.

And as the sun reaches its apex, I look at my watch. You ask me, “What’s in a name?”.

I reply, “The world”, then smile politely and change the subject.

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Sex Sells

You asked,
“Daddy, where’d I come from?” in your cute and charming way
The time was early morning ‘bout 6 bells
Confused you looked at my reply I guess you had to bat an eye
When I turned and said, “Because my dear, sex sells”.

You sat there for a moment thinking long and hard
Until a light bulb lit up overhead 
“Did you purchase mommy?”
“No” I laughed out loud and with that look upon your face
I knew an explanation further need be said

You see, about eight years ago while we were up real late
You’re mommy said “Let’s watch the Late, Late Show”
There was music from a band and a brunette finely tanned
And a skit about a giant talking taco
When the guests were interviewed the conversation turned quite lewd
And your mother said “Why don’t you get some beers”
I put on my coat and hat, grabbed my keys, hurdled the cat
and headed to the liquor store most near

Upon my arrival, I headed for the cooler
Looking for your mommy’s favorite brand
Along the way I got distracted (this part will have to be redacted)
But the blond really turned your daddy on
Then to make the matters worse I bumped into a nurse 
Who was wearing a provocative bikini
I covered up my eyes and much to my surprise
It was a cardboard ad for some no name brand martini

Now don’t misunderstand, I’m an ordinary man
And I’m as loyal as loyal can be
But just that simple trip, like the cat with her catnip
Made me really, really, really frisky 
Which just to prove my point, don’t let your nose get out of joint
There is no myth here that one can dispel
It’s now a part of life and it often causes strife
The simple fact is that its true…..sex sells

So home I did return and found your mother on the couch
She had changed into a teddy black and red
We popped open the beer, she placed a kiss upon my ear
So I picked her up and whisked her off to bed
To your imagination the next part will be left
Save to say that we had a lot of fun
By the time that we were through we started creating you
And in less than twenty minutes we were done


Well that look upon your face says you didn’t understand
So I’ll tell you what my father told my brother
When it comes to birds and bees and making new babies
All I can say is “Go and ask your mother”
So you did that very thing and a surprise to me did bring
That makes my chest two times begin to swell
For your mother’s answer too, just like what I had said to you
It’s a simple fact of life…..sex cells.

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Approaching Storm

I watch you on the radar

I wonder what you'll bring

A thunderclap so bold and loud

The birds just will not sing?

I see the reds and yellows

As increasingly you draw near

You'll rain on my parade today

You'll cause my kitty fear

But once you pass the denizens

Of my long time now home town

The smiles will appear again

There will be no more frown

So do your worst approaching storm

Show me what you got

Disrupt my TV signal

And cool off the hot

I see you getting closer

throughout the afternoon

I know when you are done and gone

A new tune I will croon

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Departing Storm

Departing storm you've wreaked your wrath

As such I've seldom seen

The power of your winds and rain 

Ripped through county Racine

With straight line winds, tornado too

And lightning bright as day

The savage fury of your approach

Cause trees to bend and sway

And at the peaking of your pass

My kitty was not found

For under bed he hid away

'Til your ferocity calmed down

And as I see you slip away 

into the dark of night

I breathe a sigh of great relief

But know you're not contrite

Goodbye to you, departing storm

To your thunder and lightning complicity

I'd watch the radar to see you leave

But you left me without electricity

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Tempest Lost

Lightning, lightning flash so bright lighting e'ery corner of night

Thunder, thunder from the sky rock me from my beddie bye

Rain drop, rain drop falling down saturate the thirsty ground

Windy wind whipping around tossing things west now eastbound

Tree branch, tree branch waving free knock out electricity

Darkness, darkness fills the house causing me to gripe and grouse

Flicker, flicker candlelight the time I wish you'd expedite

Onward, onward toward the hour when there once again be power

Kitty, kitty in the corner why so sad why play the mourner?

Soon oh soon this storm will pass ending your desperate morass

Lightning, thunder, rain and wind I wish your bane I could rescind

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What I Find Pointless

What I find pointless are some words we speak
Like isotope, calamity and wretch
Wandering through a meadow of steel
I see the cold field outstretch.
And upon the bottom of the left side’s right
The top begins to bend
A sight so ghastly, grisly and pure
That no one could portend

When the clock tics slowly to 25 o’clock
When the seas’ waves crash no more
Against the November rainy sky
The ground will hit the floor
And resound around, around and around
‘Til there is no sound in the dell
And the spiky clouds swell high in to the sky
Through the heart of the pimpernel

So the reason without scorn 
And the thought without a glance
To the occasion, rise to meet the ire
Expressing words that are absurd
They interrupt the blubbered bird
To the point where it begins to sound dire

But don’t you fret or worry 
for the answer you will find
is in the meaning of the words left yet to speak
And if less is to the point then the point is to the less
And the very meaning changes, oh mystique!

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The Worm Doth Squirm

The Worm Doth Squirm
                                                   by Preston Hill


The worm doth squirm as it burrows through the berm on its way to find a germ that it could squash.

But the germ began to turn upon the berm burrowing worm and found the worm to be quite warm and truly posh.

So the worm spit out the germ upon the wormy burrowed berm and then turned to get away once and for all.

And the germ called to the worm "You can flee this burrowed berm but you're going to see me once again this fall".