Best Egging Poems

Allow me to be disgusted at the jest
and your halfway happy surprise at the end result
of the missile timed precisely:

Did he just splatter?

And allow me to feel the brunt of the bruising
upon my saddened heart, where for others was felt,
from laughing hard.

Yes, all lives matter

Even...

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my husband and I used to argue
weeks after a verbal agreement should have been over
we were silly about it
heckling and harassing each other
over things that do not matter
ridiculously egging and goading

my husband told me a story about a soldier
the soldier kept beating his horse after...

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A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a...

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Left:
Let's start at the beginning
of your ecotherapeutic day.

I'm talking today with Fr. Time,
Earth's only fully self-ordained ecotherapist,
and recently published author of
"Journals of MotherEarth."

We have no corporate sponsorships to report,
although we are for sale
especially if you're buying,
or know anyone who is,
and can afford us--
cause we ain't...

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Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
     terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,
wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

     on par with grateful
     dead), zero excite
ment minimally functioned,
   ...

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Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri

Brenda Chiri don't try me

It's not old and told, 
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole 
strolling rhymes, 
quick time, 
literally laying these words at pace 
while you take out a pen and paper 
jotting down like a waiter,  
rhymes to...

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My brother-in-law keeps egging me on 
"Get active in political races
If you wait too long, your chance will be gone
Politicos hire familiar faces”

Tim always thinks he knows what’s best for me
And he just assumes I’ll take his advice
After all, he’s blessed with a PhD
Knows how...

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There was a party tonight 
here in the park where I live;
a three piece band played 
mostly oldies from the fifties. 
Some couples danced 
and that was fun to watch. 

I even got up and joined the chorus line 
of single women, movin' their moves
and...

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Waves of cinnamon thrill my childhood senses
down Eastwood’s stall for pancake’s fluffy batter
browned choco bits riding  on syrup’s edges
and frothy heap of whipped cream topped on platter

Grandma’s chirped voice begins to dance in my head
her sunlit eyes egging me for rounds of treat.
Visions of...

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Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply a game of twists and turns 
Cricket depicts aptitudes, attitudes...

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BEYOND THE SNOWS OF WINTER

You go on ahead, my son,
I’ll catch up with you when the snow reaches the end of winter
You have your life to live and worlds to explore 
Where you are headed I won’t be going

Maybe I will be there in spirit...

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Sorry For The Danettes
by Rick Rucker

I'm so sorry, neighbor Sun,
For what my little dog has done!

I don't see how it could even happen, that a dog that has to jump to pee,
Could impregnate a dog that, when standing, is five foot three!

Analyzing the "attack,"
Your dog...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self

failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in...

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Cuz the goddamn T-shirt says so!
Well, the first time it was Billy,
ball busting Billy, who said
“go ahead, just do it”.
To this day I am not sure
what caused me to follow
this instruction.  The end result,
I had red finger tips
for three weeks
and my finger prints
are still...

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Hellacious howls tickle and titillate 
the trompeleil scene
 in the pastel Court of Kings.

Flamboyancy rings as the 
 fluttering coo of a rapiers dance  in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of castle     in the chill air 
buzzing...

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