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Gabe Feathers McGee

poetry, stories, puffnstuff

The End is Nigh

boo

No, it’s not the end of the world as we know it (though I am finding it hard to recognise anymore, what with all the crazy leaders around).

It’s the end of the ducky apocalypse.

Not that long ago we had an accidental flock of Muscovy ducks rampaging around the property.

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Now there are but two ☹

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What happened?

Somewhere out there is a very fat fox 😒

Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo (haiku)

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cockatoo flight with

flashes of red hot fervour,

Spanish dancer

Red Dragonfly (haiku)

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 red dragonfly

hovering with lucid wings,

a revelation

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pulpit of optimism

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An optimist was drinking from a glass half-full, while dispensing unwanted advice from a half-baked motivational book, stating ‘you cannot analyse love, it just is’ with patronising voice. Another optimist turned off the television while proclaiming ‘there’s too much bad news on the telly’ like it’s just on the telly. And yet another optimist sucked down a fowl tasting placebo from the placebo shop and stated ‘it must be good for you if it tastes this bad’.

deep breath

Some other deluded optimists were heard to say things like:

the seas can’t rise and the temperature has always been variable,
she’ll be right mate,
I’m sure there’s an explanation for the bruises, we don’t want to upset the parents,
we’ll love each other forever,
he just drinks this much when going through a bad patch, it’s been that sort of year,
I know he killed the cat but he must have had a good reason,
Father O’Riley would never do that!
We have too much legislation, companies will do the right thing,
he’s been brought up well, good kids don’t do drugs,
you can’t go to jail if you’re not guilty,
my grandfather smoked ’till he was 90, never did him no harm.

cough

She smiled with that yellow sunflower type of smile that makes you want to vomit and said ‘I’m a glass half-full kinda person’.

‘Yeah, I wouldn’t drink that shit if I was you,’ said the pessimist in me.

winter haiku

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dreaming of warm

spring air and scented blossoms,

wrapped in the quilt

 

wine connoisseur

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wine connoisseur

 see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
spit
blahblahblah vibrant drop blahblahblah
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
spit
blahblahblah full bodied blahblahblah
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
spit
blahblahblah woody notes blahblahblah
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
spit
blahblahblah complex flavours blahblahblah
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
spit
blahblahblah strong finish blahblahblah
see, swirl, sniff, sip, savour
slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, sluuuurp,
blahblahblah flubalubalub blahblahblah
hic
sleep
zzzzzzzzzzzzz

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note: published in Rhyme & Punishment: Comedic Verse (edited by Nick Hale and James P. Wagner of Local Gems Poetry Press from New York) in 2011

pink thinking

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pink thinking

somewhere between red and white
is a shade for fairies and delirium

tremens induced elephants
(champagne and pink ladies
soaking the slippery slide
that’s Bollinger to methosville)

piped icing on delicate cupcakes
for little girls at birthday parties,
dressed and displayed in the same
old same old, pink

Think

Pink

da dum, da dum,
da dum, da dum, da dum
da dum, da dum
dadadadadum

Panther

or

cadillac, flamingo, Floyd,

Pink (get the party started)

floating somewhere between
red and white

or maybe it’s simply
a dilute red?

not true, pink sobbed, with great emotion

pink is pink

shall we drink to Pink

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Chinese Gardens (haiku)

pathway

the way is clear
and the path is straight –
ducks zig and zag

Haiku (autumn fog)

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a ghostly horse

vanishes in autumn fog,

a whinny emerges

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