"quacking" poems
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Ok, where’s everybody?
I’ve been gliding round in this pond the last half
hour singing my Duck-thoven tunes:
Quack! Quack! Quack
Quack!Quack! Quack!
And so why’s everyone avoiding me
like I don’t know how to make conversation?
Quack? Quack?
The other day the duckling glided near
and asked if I’d share bits of the bread
thrown to me by
these pesky humans who can’t
read the Don’t-feed-the-ducks signs
and I swallowed the bread bits whole and said:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
And the silly duckling ran away crying! –
Hey how can I answer with food in my mouth?
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Your mum taught you to speak with food in your mouth?
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Have you got any brains in that quacking head of yours, duckling?
Really, no reason to avoid me…
I mean the other day they asked me what
I think about the environment and I said:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
and they all looked astonished
at the wisdom of my words.
So why avoid me now?
This cute **** duck glided quite close to me
and asked me what I thought about pre-marital ***
and I said: Quack! Quack! Quack!
and I flapped my wings and walked on water
and held my head high with the sweetest:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
and that silly female duck jumped to the overhanging branches
and refused to come down for all my quacking:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Seriously, what’s this all about? –
You excite a ****** duck and then hide in the branches?
What’s this pond coming to!
The other day a silly fish swam close to me and asked
for directions round the pond and I said:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
And the fish said: Hey! I don’t understand Duck language.
Don’t you speak Finglish?
What the Duck! I said. Why don’t you learn Quacklish!
Quack!Quack!Quack!
So where’s everybody?
And really I don’t understand why
everyone’s avoiding me.
I mean really I can qua-ttle off the Entire History of the Pond
and the Holy Texts Revealed by Duck God to the Duck Prophets
and I can quack about anything and I can quack
about all the wines and grog
and I can teach the creatures how to change pond water into wine;
and I can quack about all the delicacies in the pond
and I can sing too, listen:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
And such a delightful voice and such original tunes too!
A graduate of Duck-kovsky Underwater Academy.
And so – hey! – where’s everybody?
Why do they avoid me like I’ve got the Swine Flu or something?
Hey, I’m just a pond duck who likes to Quack! Quack! Quack!
You got a problem with that, you quacks!
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
daffy duck is tired
daffy duck is quacking tired of being drawn
and being scripted
and engineered
into always being a cartoon character;
daffy duck no longer wants to be
daffy duck the cartoon character
daffy duck wants to be a philosopher
which is all quite quacking satisfying
even just to think about
and so daffy duck the philosopher thinks:
*daffy duck thinks, therefore daffy duck is;
but if I, daffy duck do not think I am daffy duck
and renounce all the scripts and the words
and the expectations and the roles;
if I do not think I am daffy duck
I am no longer daffy duck
or, for that matter, any quacking duck*
and so (much to the dismay of loyal fans
who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans)
daffy duck is no more the cartoon character
and becomes daffy duck the philosopher;
and daffy duck the philosopher
thinks himself out of the quacking role
of daffy duck as any quacking duck
or anybody at all
(much to the dismay of loyal fans
who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans)
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:34 AM UTC
Quacking ducks
Dung throwers
Degenerate, opinionate
No plea for serenity
No chance for reverence
Only less politeness
Survival of the fittest
Hegemony of the crudest
Twitter for the *****
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
I dreamed of him again last night,
of how he always made me smile.
Over eight years a family friend,
his daily antics always on display,
morning and afternoon walks and talks,
his joyful baths in his small pond while
he playfully bobbed and dove beneath
the spray of my garden hose.
This was no human being,
a handsome Mallard Duck instead.
The self proclaimed King
of our barnyard clan,
always strolling and patrolling the
grounds, waiting for us, quacking
his greetings, excitingly flapping
his flightless wings at our approach.
His loneliness petticoat showing, he
followed everywhere, seemed to live
merely to be in our company, eat corn
from our hands, living precious minutes
of needed shared congeniality.
Two morning ago he was not there,
we searched and called his name
but he had completely disappeared.
A coyote perhaps, or bird of prey
our King taken and gone away.
Our lives are diminished by his loss,
Though only a bird, he was our
dear companion, a convivial friend.
I dreamed of him again last night,
of how he always made me smile.
Today I mourn his loss.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Walked through the paddy fields
Following a brown dragonfly
Standing Scare crows made of hay in old clothes and a hat
Row of women working in the fields
White herons feeding from the shallow water
Looks like white pearls on a green necklace
Children chasing a calf with a loud cry
Folk songs of farming from the village are heard far away
Some fields getting ready for the cultivation
Men ploughing fields with white oxen
An old man guiding a flock of quacking ducks to their way
Waiting for them to cross the lane like nursery kids
Running with a bunch of paddy in my hands
With a pleasant smile of the dragonfly following me !
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
There are voices I hear
that are unusually clear, it's quite an awful racket
What do you mean? I hear nothing
You don't? I hear something
Me? I can hear only quacking
They argue and bicker
I swear I get sicker each and every day
I think you're crazy, my son
He's fine, Obi Wan
Guys? These ducks are coming our way
The least I can say
is that on rather slow days, I listen to combat the dullness
At least someone's not bored
I'm a Sith Lord!
Oh crap! one those ducks has a cutlass!!
It could be worse I suppose
but they always impose on the moments of silence I cherish
Man, he wasn't joking!
Those ducks are force choking!
If we don't leave, we're all going to perish!
One day I know
They'll finally go, and my sanity I will gain back
Quack quack quack quack
Quack quack quack quack quack
Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!
sigh
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
*children the happy idiots, secondary children doubly idiotic thinking of love idealising via Darwinism, must be a toast... well surrender you and i, i'd too be ably nimble, but i got Mandela on my back quacking: you?! what the **** yeah, they said till the field and laugh and pretend. brain dead you ***** BRAIN... DEAD! they didn't hear you, they're english, try Celtic.. Brie anomaly of Normandy... nothing... what about egyptian? sha shoo shisha collar coo coo? hey... that works, lets give the flapping owl a cuneiform signature worth a sunset!*
love it,
slightly drunk,
got a bottle of whiskey ready,
cried listening to a horror film
soundtrack, got over 200 reads on a poem
of mine,
got hooked on a pope song
from the early millennials,
when i was a teen hammering leftover
refrigerators on the sly with a tourist
as a party was taking place,
and the un-lived the happily ever after
with the suicide of the Grimm brothers
for subsequent pressures that demanded
attentive dissatisfaction marginalised
into concrete paragraphs sentenced for a grade
for a furthering from schooled to schooling.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
if i am a cloud, than you are
the bolts between the vapors.
with wool spinning between my canines,
i’m eating the white fluff like cotton candy.
your flares ***** holes through my dripping
crystals.
cumulus merging with stratocumulus,
cherry hues making love with
sunset oranges.
if i am a cloud, than you are the rain
droplets resting within me,
the sun rays shaking and quacking in
me
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
we cross paths without seeing the same thing.
Ghosts facing each other through the speeding windows of passing cars
blur the line between reality and perception
and you realize that nobody is right
What if the red I see isn't...
The way I see it
we're all insane
it's why I know how to make you see what you're supposed to
while I've personally never seen it
I'ts why we obsess
and scream alone in empty hallways
riding down the street on a bicycle
quacking like a duck
I'm glad I'm my kinda crazy
and you should be too
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Traveling by plane, across the main,
Sitting in coach, waiting for peanuts,
I was thinking about layovers.
Drifting to sleep, on that square of a pillow,
Knees to my chest and arms folded tight,
Dreaming of home, but stuck on this flight.
Turbulence seesawing our plane up and down,
Waking me abruptly, my vision still blurred,
I glance out the window, over the wing.
Mother of god, it's a duck of all things,
Staring at me like a new zoo exhibit,
Quacking at me, to say what an idiot.
Stuck in a can, hurtling across the sky,
At the mercy of gravity, because I can't fly.
This duck makes a point as he leaps in the air.
Spreading his wings, gone without a care.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
walking through the park
people watching
eyeing the entertainment
a clown twisting balloons
into obscure shapes
and telling people
'it's a dog'
or
'it's a monkey'
and those same people
grinning enthusiastically and exclaiming
'it is, it is!!!'
while walking away
pulling junior by his arm
scolding
'hurry up'
the balloon lasts 5 minutes
usually less
before junior
trying to choke the 'doggie'
busts the balloons...
...and then we're left with
a screaming
crying
toddler
great
i turn my attention to the pond
ducks, geese, a swan or two (i think)
moving gracefully
on the water
until one duck
smaller than the rest
starts quacking anxiously
obviously distressed
and i turn to see it caught up in a tangle of discarded
fishing twine
his terror obviously alarming the others
and then there's a spectacle
of quaking, splashing birds and people
while a few good hearted samaritans rush to
save the duck
eventually a beat cop arrives
shooing people away
while saving the day using his handy
sport knife to cut away the twine and set the bird free
taking a small bow to the crowd of people cheering
moving along
i come to a street vendor
selling ice cones, pop, cotton candy and popcorn
so i stop for a small ice cone
blue
treating myself
walking along
enjoying the scene
i notice a few kids laughing and pointing
i shrug it off until a kindhearted old lady
offers
'your face is blue, dear'
taking out my compact mirror
i do see that my face is indeed blue
the ice cone
which i unceremoniously dump into the next waste bin
trying in vane to scrub the blue off of my face
with a slowly shredding napkin
i take the path to the nearest exit
out of the park
so much for a relaxing stroll in the park
on a beautiful spring day.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I would have spoken louder,
But I was too ashamed.
In the car I thought about,
Maybe,
The darkest sky,
And leaking shiny puncture wounds.
The biggest blanket,
For everyone.
I could have fallen asleep,
In the shape of the infinity symbol.
Arms looped around,
The water called 'myself'.
Your arms,
Forever.
But my body language was too harsh.
My toes were pointed towards,
Frosty window sheets,
And fractal images,
Of smiles,
Much too critical,
Looseness,
Made by boulders held with dental floss.
There was cold space,
Where little iron flowers grew,
With spiraled silver pedals.
Carving chicken wire,
And leaves of serrated razor.
I thought twice to mention,
While passing stagnant park benches,
Off highways,
Where quacking mesh motor engines,
Distress,
Until the only want,
Is want,
And desire's,
Buttoned up.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Its dark. Buzzing of voices zoom and echo about the tunnel. Quacking and rumbling are my insides until churned splat into roadkill. Even the vultures prefer not to feast upon my limp, ****** corpse.
I'm not me anymore, I can't remember what she was like. I read somewhere that memory loss can develop from Depression, otherwise I've developed a subconscious talent for suppressing meaningless occurrences. Bravo.
Death couldn't save me, be lucky if It could. Combine Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd along with Where is My Mind by The Pixies to generally summarize the agony i feel.
Teen angst and un-satisfaction.
A crave unfed, a thirst unquenched.
I've been beaten to the point where I enjoy it, I practically lust for it.
Life and happiness are imaginarily irrelevant. I don't want it, I never did.
I want to feel, whatever. I've been numb for too long. Almost a year by September.
Dear God, spare me will ya?
I forget, I'm an Atheist.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
I've been at the bottom of a bottle
for many binge nights now
shutting the snowy daylight out
No such thing as a perfect person
only a perfect broken one
as he blows like a line of coke
every word we ever spoke
And those innumerable apologies to myself
haven't ceased the quacking of a volcanic heart
they never pierce the borders of an answer
I'm too precarious to figure out
There's no such thing as perfect order
only perfect chaos
Grabbing for a ghost
when the midnight has betrayed us
on the flooded streets by mountain-peaks
or the sticky stains of *** on the desk
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Life just keeps getting louder
The ever present noise and
Scream of the people on
The street like a never ending
Wave of sound that consumes
Us with its ear quacking roar
Making it harder to hear
Ourselves and making it
That much harder to hear
And understand others as
Well because we live in a
Cacophony of people
So loud in their own
Thoughts and so lost
In their own heads that
They can't see our hear
Anyone else in front
Of themselves anymore
Its very easy to get caught
In the loudness and the
Chaotic roar of the world
What we need to do is to
Slow down and listen to
Each other and actually
Be quiet for a change and
Actually listen to ourselves
And listen to the Earth
And listen to each other
Take the time to be still
Take the time to know
Your fellow neighbor
Take the time to find
That inner calm that
Comes from sitting
Inside yourself and
Taking the time to
Truly find out what's
Inside and once you
Do you will find a
Whole new way of
Thinking and a whole
New brighter and better
World than what we have
You just have to be quiet
If you be still and calm
And let the noise of the
Day wash over you like
Water flowing in a river
You will find an inner
Happiness and peace
That you have never
Found before and as
You begin to find that
Peace in yourself you
Can begin to share
That peace with others
Until the peace and love
In your heart continues
To grow as you begin
To let love and peace rule
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
My hair smells like fresh air gone stale and
The lines in my hands are engraved with dirt
I took off my shoes, got a little wet, got a little muddy
Went a little numb, but the excitement was worth it
Climbed through sticks and trees, twigs and leaves
Saw the sun at its peak and watched it disappear
Squirrels rummaging, ducks quacking, people laughing
Rode on four wheels with summertime music playing
And on a different set with a familiar breeze at my neck
5 hours, 8 scrapes, 3 mud stains, 1 smile, 1 you
The day pulled and pulled itself on through
And there are plenty more adventures to come
For this, this was just day one.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
Not a word was spoken, as we walked hand in hand, along the forest path.
The energy between the two of us was of heartfelt love and joy, sharing the present moment, in love.
The bliss emitted a spiritual connection that can only be felt with that chosen one.
He is the love of my life, even with his flaws. I am the love of his life, even with my flaws.
Together we are perfect.
Walking hand in hand, smelling the pine trees, listening to the chickadees call for summer to return, ducks quacking that crack us up, and beavers gnawing on trees close to the rivers edge.
We see it all and enjoy that moment, the one God has given us, in this special world, he has put us on the same path in the forest.
We have finally found each other, forever and ever..
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Quiet, stillness, the river flows justly
The waves colliding on the shore
As the ducks fly down to land rightly
Twenty of them floating down river
In sync and quacking for life and liberty
I don't see them waging war
Only a little quarrel for food
One can learn a lot about ducks
Seeing them fly with purpose
As they take off to begin a knew
Elsewhere, the cold weather
Causing them discomfort
I see their heads bopping up
And down in the waters,
Searching for their meal of
The day, making it count, the
Best fishermen of all
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
They are quacking fantastic
my adorable star ducks
they landed in my garden last May
telling me they were here to stay
They are not like other ducks
just count their legs
for these ducks so wonderful
goodness they have eight
God and they are very versed in quantum mechanics
and light speed time travel
a black hole to them
is just a waste of space
Why they wanted to build a city in my garden
well I have no ****** idea
but I don't worry about it
just don't like their preference to beer
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
a day in the country
with sun and rain and you
shopping for a trip
aching for home
BREATHE
well,well,well,
i love to travel
in my mind
the quacking aspen leaves
SO SOOTHING
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Is Platypus a ****** Or is it quacking duck
Not proper as pet
What to feed this bizarre thing that is odd as
An Australian, strange people the down under
Half criminal half saints
They used to be impossible British Say, 1922.
Their diet was egg& chips, now they are sophisticated
Chips with curried sauce
Always willing to fight for the USA proud soldiers with
tropical hats that make an easy target.
More sheep than people so what do you expect they shear
sheep and like it, chips fried in ewe fat.
The platypus takes no interest in this can it be made into
a Vietnam duck, a country the Aussie were lured into invading.
Australia is in a way a Platypus can't make up its mind whether
it is a far eastern country or a European settlement.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
Given name Samuel but you can call me Sam was driving by the vestibule when I had to yell god **** Saw this little fresh dressed fool trying to run a scam and pushed him down the stairs at school Broke his ******* hand, I ran into the record shop looking for Manfred Mann ended up picking up this Book about the Son of Sam, a crazy killer from NYC shot women in the night got his lessons from a dog Who spoke with Satan’s bite. That homeboy is so crazy and just maybe is also right we got too many Idiots hanging in plain sight maybe we should pin them down under water bright until they give up and Lay still, you know, just give up the fight…but murders wrong unless your Snoop and then it’s just a case You overcome and get let off of by selling off your face, see Snoops a pawn deep in the game making Money off you ***** acting like he still the **** quacking like a duck any of you still following rappers Actors and sports stars are probably drowning your tears in a series of bad bars you remind me of Chris Farley Fat and drunk and dumb acting like you are the **** reminiscent of a *** or homeless man stinking of Gin old milk and mistake fake *** brother taking money from your mother hitting on your brother’s wife Trying to start another fight, its all-right, cause you white –
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
*Hopping hare on green grass
Jumping grasshopper with fear
Fluttering wings of flying birds
Quacking of dabbling ducks
Swimming fishes of gold with silver
Dancing peacock with grace
Blooming lotus with coyness
Crying of babies in cradles
Singing lullaby by women
Planting rice seedings in fields
Crawling ***** to the water
Flying dragonflies above fields
Spotting prey of eagle's eyes
Witnessing the reality of beauty
A lifeless ugly hay-man !*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC