Best Dickens Poems

Yesterday I swear I saw Charles Dickens
His quaint style today would take a lickin' --
   So he's changed up the Dodger
   Now he's the 'Artful Todger' --
He whips it out ~ the plot really thickens...

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The Dickens
                     Authored by Chuck Keys

Hot thickly sliced juicy turkey
sandwiched a mid fresh bread
tastier than beef jerky
     (can't wait to be...

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Chuzzlewit Chuzzlewit
Nicolas Nickleby
Pickwick, Scrooge, Dombey
And more of their kind

Two hundred years, filled with
Dickensiania
Real, just like you:
It is all in the mind...

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Charles Dickens
was said to be the pickings
of literature in the nineteenth century,
but I couldn't make it pass page three!...

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Let's stroll down the London old silent streets,
where the stones of cathedrals never age,
when the orange sun sets on the London Bridge,
and the grotesque, historical Buckingham Palace;
look down: the Thames River gently flows like perfect rhyme,
to revive with its waves' sound someone's lost dreams,
while lampposts...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.

There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and miserly crime capers,
I spent my fortune in shops of curiosity,
Pickwick...

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LEISURE FROM LISTFULNESS
A long & dreary time,exquisite
delight has passed.A perverse
unaccountable feeling.A moment’s
reflection,a store of recollections
a painful task to concentrate upon.
Questions come thronging my pen,
difficult to convey,a matter of doubtful
expediency,leisure from listfulness,
dreamy,beautiful,inconsistent,reflective.
Passion and affections a mute sense of 
attachment,yet gratifying. The end of a struggle
From Letters...

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Dickens Had A Quickie Meal
limerick
      






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Wife Lucy gave me the dickens for being late
                     How could I say I had an appointment with Kate
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To her kin Catherine was I in flesh married
To my young  beloved Mary was my soul wed
Too long that eve at my play we all three tarried
And all of six hours later was my soulmate dead.

In my aching arms where now lifeless she did...

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Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past. 
Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last. 
It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street, 
Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat....

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly reciprocate.

greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash 
great expectations in this bleak house,
whereby battle of life ensues 
when Sunday chimes
from master humphrey’s...

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What would Dickens think,
If he could walk the streets of today.
Would he be fooled by the pretty facades,
Or would we find him frequenting back alleys and side streets,
To see how far we have come.

Would he think the lot, of women so much better?
And would he...

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Jingle bells
and reindeer smells -- 
note to Mrs. Clause: 

before Eve-trip, to reduce
scent and slip, no beer
and sardines for Rudolph!

That damn Guiding Red-nose
needs to find other fuel for
his radiant beam-glows! (takes a lot
to piss-off Santa)
 
It was a foul dilemma: 

Every time Dancer, Donner and...

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Ghost of Christmas past is back

The ghost of Christmas past dropped in
You see. he was completely out of wine
He had two stops to make by three
so, he borrowed some of mine

He asked me how i was getting on
since, he came around that night
with Jacob and...

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