Duck Writer

Will, the duck and can it fly?

I am a rubber duck that want's to write
I am America's next author, wings flailing at the sky
I have to see it to believe it as I set sail
To create, for pleasure and entertainment
To connect my stare through your eyes
Into your mind, your heart, your soul

I feel pride in the universe, I am duck, hear me quack
I will advertise my feathers and web feet
I will get started, I will swim, I will fly
To that big pond where the bottom feeding is good
And the weeds are green and tasty, the reeds tall and lush
I will guide my flock through the blue to the new

My friends, oh, I have no friends yet, alas...
Will all review my droppings with pleasurable disdain
And I theirs - we will preen each others feathers
And bask in the safety of bountiful nurturing thoughts
My perfect beak will speak of truisms and maxims
And the kangaroo dish will carry all channels
To subscribers of words without end to send

Small hatchlings, stumbling into the jaws of voracious realities
Committing tall signs and sins of whims that contest
All trades of pain for passion, forever dull and abiding they
Maintain this profane course, beak up, black and boring
Into the above, the below, the so-enduring oblique; you
Seek and insure to buy it right, this knight of my unique
Emergence, my life, my egg-of-life, born to be and see

Author's Note

Learn more, get out once in a while.

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

I want to be your gosling
And follow, where you go.
I will follow you, air, land or sea
And see where er' we grow

I will fly with you, blue skies or storm.
Feast off, Sea bottom floors
Oh Handsome Duck
Yes, through the muck
Sharing Soul Food ever more.

Request I send, my conscious friend
Whom sees, my feathered Plumes
Please know this, I am in Bliss
For I can see yours too

Take me to your pond of Gold
Where Gold light shines and feeds
Upon the deep Blue waters
And returns to the Sea.

( My first and Only Official Friend Request) :-)

cryingkate/Connie

[Tam Warink]

Kate... may I call you Kate or would you prefer something else? Thank you. Truely. Let's start paddling, shall we? =^V^=

[Cryingkate]

Waddle,Waddle, Quack,Quack :-)

[Cryingkate]

Kate it is ;-)

[Frieda P]

You are ducky all write....how you got this to work is beyond me, but it's so engaging, and quackers. :)

[Chris]

BANG... duck a l'ORange. Critiques bite even the wary let alone the charmed. I really listened - actually... the facetiousness was an excuse - not a reason ...for my smile.

[Tam Warink]

"Oh, you got me!" he gasped, deflated, water-logged, awaiting the slobbering jaws of some water-loving hound. Smiles are good, mostly, right? O_o

[Chris]

usually Tam... chuckling heere

[Pryde Foltz]

A duck with a plume full of majestic quills, I do believe. Your comedy is applied with a light hand but very effectively. Some wry writ, here. Enjoyed.

[Tam Warink]

Ah, thank you again, Pryde! You piercing eyes seem to index a library of thoughts.

[M. Kari]

haha delightful poking fun at writers in these sites who feel the need to look down upon another's talent

[Tam Warink]

There are some people that you can just tell are going to play it straight with you. I'm pretty sure you're one of them, M., and I sincerely appreciate it. Oh, and thanks for being the first one to request "friend" status. That alone would make you pretty special but I sense there's a lot of other "stuff", lurking beneath that photo of contrasts. It will be interesting to see how this unfolds. You comment on this piece was much appreciated.

[M. Kari]

:)

[John]

Nice satire on poetic ambition and mutual flattery

[Tam Warink]

I am transparent. Thank you, John! :)

[John]

I have been condemning the mutual appreciation society for what seems like decades, though it has only been a couple of months. Still here though.

[Tam Warink]

Yes, John ... a necessary evil, it seems. [SET POET = ON] Unless we would all be as a lighthouse, standing upon a rocky shoreline while casting our beam upon that dark and uncaring sea, hoping to spare those ships that pass in the night from the darker fates of our own experience; or, perhaps in failing, to lure them on toward such gruesome journey as they deserve. [SET POET = OFF] Feel free to castigate my work with all due zeal for I will surely do the same to yours (if I have the will and energy). ;-)

[John]

Well, Tam, I try to be positive and encouraging when it comes to to reviewing the work of others. Sometimes, however, I get so frustrated in my effort to find anything worthwhile, I will speak my mind, tell them what I really think, and in doing so earn their enmity and lose the possibility of making a new friend. Yes, the least you can do is have a look at my work and tell me what you think.

[Tam Warink]

I will and thank you for the invitation to do so. I may not review everything, I shop what catches my eye, but that's mostly because I have a tendency for sloth and unwitting, unintentional insult. So, I try to keep my thoughts in check as best I can. I will never, knowingly, be intentionally rude or unkind (unless you really deserve it, in my opinion, of course.) :)

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem on starting your poetic journey with the example of a Duck that wants to swim the waters of the immagination and love. Sometimes the bottoms are good for the bottom feeders . As long as we nurture our thoughts with new ideas and renew our souls with love daily then we will reach the shores of safety and our destination.
Thank you for penning.

[Tam Warink]

What a unique perspective, Sami! You hold my egg up to the sun and candle the truth. Amazing!! :)

[Sami Khalil]

I try dear poet. But thank you for the flattery . We all like it. Keep shinning.

[John]

I am beginning to feel quite nauseous.

[Sami Khalil]

Ha ha ha ... Lol