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in the dead of night
moon reflects on rippling lake
shadows duck and dive

20th February 2015

Example for my contest which is what I call a "Charlie-Quadku" (lol)

outside the shell 
the ugly duck 
without true heart... 
gets uglier
 
the ugliest 
of the ugly 
with a true heart... 
becomes the swan

on a frozen lake
fresh snowfall covers black ice~
duck performs the splits

Written 17th January 2022

For winter haiku  poetry contest

Sponsored By Tania Kitchin

Syllables checked with how many syllables.com

It's out for a swim 
the baby duck looks for food 
makes a cute picture. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
July.21/2007

floating undisturbed,

upon the tranquil waters:

bread, declined by ducks

the color of teal 
is it greenish or blue hue
you tell me a duck

Main sail boom swings ‘cross,
Boat heeling wild, all duck! 
Waves wash, dryness past.

Crack, push, wriggle, peck,
Wet duckling appears by night -

Easter breakfast runs

Thick sludge upon my
wings; sad eyes in need of help
Hopeless eyes searching

For Raul's contest
(Photo of an oil coated duck and beach)

poor muck-covered duck
stares bleakly out to a sea -
no more safe haven 

For Raul Moreno's Tainted Feathers contest

Mother duck gathers

Baby ducks await their fate 

Shadows overhead

toss and quickly duck
two handfulls at a time please
toss and quickly duck
two handfulls at a time please

Scorpion

In the piles of wood, 
a lizard was nipped by the
tail with a stinger.

Eagle

A pair of wide wings
flapping in the air swooped down
upon a serpent.

Alligator

Fangs in the river
quietly waits for a prey, 
attacking the duck.

Life will knock you out
If you don't see it coming
Block,duck,dodge,K.O.

abandoned park - 
broken-wing duck stares
at the sundial

Ripples in the lake
Water lilies float on by
Then a duck takes flight.

One lone duck on lake
In cold Alaska's waters
Very long bill laugh

lone duck in water
rare moment of solitude
beautiful bather

fog covered salt marsh
duck hunters tread cautiously
fiddler crabs scurry

Beautiful, striking
Unmistakably coloured
The Mandarin duck




  http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php

Cacophonous crow
Raucously robbing robins
Pandemonium

Salivating snail
Predator of petunias
Duck delicacy

Sweet Spring surprises
Doe dining delicately
Nature nourishes

Hungry hawk hovers
Quiet quail quakes and quivers
Corn cover conceals

Ducks do love French fries
Those salty potato snacks
Are duck chocolate.

Spring duck
With no luck
 Was struck

  He fell 
From a shell
 What's to tell

When Things Run Amok

When things run amok
It is always best that you
Don't forget to duck.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran Poet
Soothsayer and Prophet
who can't stop it.

head down...peck the ground...
  
  tail...bottom up...spear a fish...

    duck-duck...Rob 'n Duck

Chicks Crossing Street

Orange web feet waddle:
little chicks crossing the street,
Mama Duck leads crew.

The interstitial space of existence
Drumming up support again-
Finally I catch the glint in your eye!

i see a red duck
swimming in blue-grey water
the storm just began

Russell Sivey

strawberries in cream
basking in the gold sunshine
a deep diving duck

into tall green grass
a crowded garden's fragrance
caught out in the rain

the blackness of night
twinkling stars surrounding all
the world lost in time

Ducks dive upside down
Searching olive green shallows
For grubs escaping

Entered: 1/1/2021
Comp: Hi-Ku (5)
Sponsor: Brian Strand

in the bank a boy
has made a duck to fly  in   
a thud in the pond 

5/7/5

CHICKEN DUCK BIRD

seldom will I fly;
 my feathers only allow;
 me to walk and run

what am I a bird?
 look out duck run for cover;
 what’s my luck in this?

am I animal?
 could be vegetable or fish;
 what’s your wish CHICKEN?



6/30/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018

Old man
lost as a duck
no GPS

like the winter bird
often longing to be heard
I await the sounds
~
I await the sounds
of the deep swallows calling
robins and duck fly
~
on their way southward
winter winds comes it's now cold
now flow where it's warm


12/29/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019

it's the golden hour
young duck swimming afternoon
hard rain patters down

the sun yet shines on
duck revelry in late bath
green river frolic

drought endured so long
but blooms and smiles are coming
I've had days like this