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Poetically Pickled Pink

I am poetically pickled pink; my muse is finally full of ink,
Thanks to Nina I’m back in sync, within a quick blinkity blink…
A pickleworm or picklepuss or maybe an obsequious octopus,
A pickledly positive plus, satisfying my dormant distant discuss…

Like a pickleball and pickleweed, exercising eagerly to exceed,
As picklers pick and proceed, a piercing prick to make me bleed…
A prickly pickelhaube on my head, spiking words as I spread,
All the verses that I shed, making fame when I’m deadly dead.





Feb.15.2020

Placed 9'th...Thank You
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Proxenos Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 8:57 AM
Wow, I simply love this poem - congratuations Wingster - blinkity blink - my type of poem absolutely! Blessing and hugs my friend, Jennster
Godwin Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 8:43 PM
Phew - that was one exhilarating read. I thoroughly enjoyed the 'feel' of it, what a romping mood the poem is. I see why it made the top ten and congratulate you, your pen and future fame! Poetry hugs ... CayCay
Rodrigues Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 1:39 PM
WW! What a ride! Do you tangle your tongue when you speak out loud or just blow our minds on paper! I love that you’re poetically pickled pink! Congratulations, dear friend! ...Kimmy
Kauffman Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 11:36 AM
Congratulations Wingster! So delightful and fun. Just a note - we think our family name -Pickel - came from a "pickelhaube!" I know what that is!
Romios Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 11:48 AM
So absolutelly delightful, love! From the title to completion. Panagiota xx
Marcum Wong Avatar
February 16, 2020 at 6:18 PM
I think all poets want to be remembered through their poetry! I enjoyed this WW. Have a wonderful week! xxoo
Messina Avatar
February 16, 2020 at 2:24 PM
WW, Just don't die and come back as "PickleJuice" lol And you better not die until your old and can't hear, see, walk or talk anymore. We need you brother. Love & peace my friend. ~CM
Michael Avatar
February 16, 2020 at 7:38 AM
You're back bouncing...I like the feeling...
Turner Avatar
February 15, 2020 at 7:07 PM
...and a pickled partridge in a pear tree. A picklicious write Wingman:)
Smith Avatar
February 15, 2020 at 3:00 PM
Say that three times, a very enjoyable read WW, best wishes...
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