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Best Poems Written by Tom Pickering

Below are the all-time best Tom Pickering poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Unsupervised Stop Sign

They rode to matches in an old school bus.
The rookies at the front, old players in back,
the coach, by the driver, "she's one of us!".
Wore team colors out, came home wearing black.

An ice hockey team, the pride of Humbolt,
met a 40 ton semi that just didn't break.
Sixteen young players' futures bought to a halt
by a worn out driver, barely awake.

Six thousand people in that prairie town,
a whole nation cried for their sons that night,
but not enough tears the sorrow to drown,
of a mother sobbing, eyes wet, throat tight.

Think on your kids, playing sport, feeling fine,
then think on the loss at lonely stop sign.

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Obsessive Compulsive

Check door, handle, lock. Check them twice.
Life with O.C.D. - that's the price.
Do the same each and every day;
"Unlocked!" the inner voices say.
Holding you hostage in a vice.

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The outing

Retirement home museum trip to see relics under public care.

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Wild Birds

Endangered penguins on the ice.
Small tuxedo wearing waiters.
Keep the party warm, in a trice
                     they'll need gaiters.

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Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars

Fate mastered me, captained my soul
And Ruby took her love to town.
I rage amid the noise and haste,
but I dont let it get me down.

My mind, it is not a kingdom.
My 'Hope’ plucked all its feathers out.
I could not hold fast to my dreams,
but my love, it knows no doubt.

Uplifting verse, it let me down.
The poets lines don't compare
as we face our last adventure
with the memories that we share

I am old and my body frail
And nothing works quite like it should
My joints hurt, my complexion pale
but in you I see only good.

I wish that I could leave this room
and walk hand in hand once again
and see you smile and laugh at me
and not just in a picture frame.

I love you now, I loved you then,
I will love you forever more.
My body fails but you I love,
as my soul exits through death's door.

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My Old Dog - a Ghostly Monologue

There's a hospice for sick children, in the woods by where I live
and many times I wonder, just what I wouldn't give
to hear those small kids laugh, and play again.

It was just two Christmases ago, I woke up in the cold
to see my dog had died, he was very very old.
But that year, Christmas didn't come at all.

We put his ashes in the woods, 'neath the big old Maple Tree,
told my boy, his dog was chasing rabbits, wild and free,
and deep inside, I knew that it was true.

Last Christmas Eve I saw the funeral hearse, drive to the home
to collect some poor mother's child, and put them the loam.
Then I heard the leaves rustle in the woods.

And, in that quietest of nights, as I lay there in the dark,
I heard the children's laughter, and a low happy bark.
My old dog is in the wood; playing catch.

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Autumn Store

The saddest season, when things end,
autumn, generates a frenzy
from small animals each hoping
to stash enough to tide them through.

Winter chill follows hard behind
the saddest season when things end,
the hidden nuts feed the careful
ones who recall where is the store.

Uncertain memories give hope
of nurture and nourishment past
the saddest season, when things end,
followed by cold, but life goes on.

A son next to a cancer bed,
going through all the old tales
reinforcing his memories for
the saddest season, when things end.

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Tory Cabinet Reshuffle II

David Cameron
Skull you could hammer on
Back from the Lords as Home Sec
Shows the UK has just gone to heck.

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Coconuts - Cupid's Tool

 A love story in iambic tetrameter. 


Don't be afraid, please have some guts,
write a poem 'bout coconuts.

Though they are big, round, and hairy
they're not so bad, not so scary.

The water's healthy, keeps you well,
just gotta suck it out the shell.

Go have a party, celebrate,
then use one to set up a date.

Send a long drink to a fella,
with a sparkler and umbrella.

Watch him sip nectar through that straw,
lovers, not friends, strangers no more.

Use the meat to make a curry
a tasty dish made in a hurry;

shrimp, or mutton, or fish or goat
so, so, good, it'll float his boat.

In fact, prepare it for your date
the perfect dish, he'll think you're great.

He knows for him you'll go through hell
to get the flesh out of the shell.

Your food's not dull, no spaghetti,
open nuts with your machete.

Don't even have to make a move
your intense love for him to prove.

Pretty quickly, no ifs, no buts,
he'll propose. He loves coconuts!

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Last Walk Back From the Vet

You stand
at the dog park.
Remembering, crying.
Hold tight to an empty lead, but
he's gone.