Best Frick Poems
I bought a lottery ticket
I told the cashier - "Just pick it,"
I was surprised when she said,
"If you win, we'll go to bed;"
now all my cash is gone - "Frick It!"
01/15/2012
Anticipating a peace march,
it is easy to get
cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront the uniform.
We mobilize and mobilize
in response to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy versus Spy.
Frick and Frack.
The march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death,
death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy,
to join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.
"Rock Chick"
Verse1: (yah! ohh!) I'm a rock chick who doesn't mess around/ What the frick is
wrong.don't you understand(get it)/ No/I don't like pink or the roller skating rink/
But I do like orange and the mall(yea)!/ Panic!At the disco is the best
music/seems it's ohh...the best band to me!/ Now look ahead and look to see
me/of who I am/ I'm not Sam.I don't want you/do do ohhh..//
B1://Rock chick
is on the roll/oh no no noooo (yah yah yah yah!)
CHORUS://Kay/A.K.A. Rock
chick/is a girl/who does like flicks. If you mess around with me/be on the look-out
for some slappin' around/Have you found an image of me yet?!? Rock chick/ Be
on the look-out/I'll be drivin' my car.../ And you'll look to see/cuz you know I'm a
star!/ The music is playin'/and you'll hear 'em sayin' "Turn it up!"/cuz they know I'll
rock the entire neighborhood!/ Have you heard.../I'm not a nerd/ Some
peoplethink I'm crazy/ Hey, that's okay/cuz their rockless!//
Verse 2://Kay/A.K.A./Rock chick/is a girl/ who does like fliks/If you mess around
with me/be on the look-out for some slappin' around/Have you found an image of
me yet!?/Rock chick!
(B2)://Rock chick is on the roll/oh no no ooo yea/That's
me/ (yah yah yah yah!)
CHORUS://kAY/a.k.a/rOCK CHICK/iS A GIRL/ WHO DOES
LIKE FLICKS/iF YOU MESS AROUND WITH ME/BE ON THE LOOK-OUT FOR
SOME SLAPPIN' AROUND/hAVE YOU FOUND AN IMAGE OF ME YET!?/rOCK
CHICK. music be playin'/People be sayin'/ "Turn it up!"/cuz they know I rock.../
(electric guitar solo!)://
BRIDGE:
Kay/A.K.A. Rock
chick/is a girl/who does like flicks. If you mess around with me/be on the look-out
for some slappin' around/Have you found an image of me yet?!?
CHORUS://(2x's) END://Yah!/Ohh!/Rock
chick/Kay/A.K.A./Rock chick!
Anticipating
a peace march,
it's easy to get cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront
the uniform.
We mobilize
and mobilize
in responce to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy vs. Spy.
Frick and Frack,
the march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death, death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy.
To join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.
One afternoon as I walked by,
Saw Fred staring at the sky.
I stopped and shouted out a “Hi!”
Fred gave me a wave and beckoned me nigh.
I had no place I had to be.
So, I wondered over for to see,
What it was Fred wanted of me.
Would you like a beer?
I have a few on ice right here.
So, we sat beneath a maple tree
And this is what Fred shared with me.
“I’ve been cogitating on some numbers.
Ruth hit 60 back in 27
Took till 61 for Maris to hit 61
Ford Frick gave it the asterisk
Because baseball went from 154 to 162
Games that is, and it took Maris all 162
The record to break
Now it held up till 98
When Sosa and McGwire hit 66 and 70
In 99 they hit 63 and 65 respectively
All of this was undone in 01
When Bonds hit 73
All these homeruns seemed an anomaly
Then Conseco spilled the truth
All these guys were on the juice
In plain and simple terms
To break the records, they defeated
Each of them had actually cheated
Numbers often tell a story
When numbers shift in great proportion
There is always an explanation for the distortion.”
Then Fred reached down and grabbed a stick.
Waved it around as if he were performing a trick.
Next, he started writing on the ground,
When he was done, I looked down and found:
52.6 53.3 50.2 55.2 49.0 51.2 56.7 58.2 54.9 55.7 66.8
80 84 88 92 96 00 04 08 12 16 20
Now what is this I inquired of Fred?
This is what Fred said.
I first voted in 1980
So, each year’s voter turnout I have listed.
See in 2020 the numbers shift in great proportion
And I can only think of one explanation for the distortion.
One step forward, two steps back
you were Frick and I was Frack
not caring what other said with pseudo tact.
We'd laugh and giggle on the sidelines
I was your best friend and you were mine.
Foolish I suppose
the tie dyed colored clothes;
with bell bottomed slacks and support hose.
Through the turning of the page
once our style was all the rage.
Time moves on too quickly
lost to situations silly and prickly
but we made it despite the trickery.
My best friend you'll always be
just don't ever forget me.
Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection
• At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet)
We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing?
No longer in need of the lamplight
We reunite in this belief in time
Which allows us to feel the separation
Of years, yet links us through the
Comprehension of the same concept
And to that end counts the minutes
Til the end and to the next
Moment of connection
At 15:59 I sit here ever captivated
By the wonder of what you glued do
Perpetually at nine o’clock
And he endless possibilities I could
Perform at the same hour
Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...
We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you
On this journey I am,
What mile is left to cover?
This ocean looks like a dam,
I hope you do not call me a rover.
At the horizon of greatness,
Nothing in it, but sting of bitterness,
The ransom for success,
Is more to that your sweatiness.
I came into this world pantless,
My advent to some is happiness,
But my tears rolled across my cheek,
The doc was almost frick.
The cost to get my cloths,
Is all I need to know,
Blame me not, for this I must doth,
This life seems like a ski with no snow.
If thorns must taste my blood,
Just for me to afford,
And make my way to the top,
This will I do till my blood put a stop.
The fact of life you must know,
Not all wants your head to grow,
To get yourself beyond the shoulder,
Be ready to pay for the ladder.
I will continue the journey,
So my generations will enjoy the honey,
I don't complain when it's sunny,
'Cos you won't hear me when it's rainy.
Dandom Randomness
What else will I see out of my story?
I’ve seen a guy blown away.
Where’s my guinea pig?
In the boarded up pub in the fog.
Your film is so yesterday,
full of sex and violence.
One foot man no boot.
It’s dark when the flash bulbs go out.
Frick brutality embrace toe kissing.
I’ve no time for four false Gods.
You gotta be real.
We worship one another.
You photograph roundabouts,
I snap lampposts.
Mailbox in desert.
No, there are eight.
Blonds are from tomorrow.
For the price of the wind.
You’re so paranoid.
Have you thought it’s the company you keep?
Point course correction to where?
Ninjas in the dustbin lorries.
Zenith
Love will heal everyone. Even those who blow their brothers and sisters up. It will heal people with issues.
Love will heal the white supremacist who walks in Charleston with a Nazi blood banner.
Love will heal the Ku Klux Klan members who wave their Confederate Dixie battle flags.
Love will heal the Muslim extremist who walks thru London with his baby on his shoulder, both draped in individual ISIS Daesh flags.
Love will heal everybody and unfrick the world.
Who the frick are we kidding?
I should have named them Frick and Frack
One's so laid back and one is wack!
But each kitty brings me special joy
My little girl and giant boy
Never was blessed with kids you see
So my cats mean the world to me
They don't care if my hair's not right
That without makeup I look a fright
At times I have a messy house
They just play with their catnip mouse
The kitties don't judge-they just adore
I really couldn't love them more!
by Deb Wilson
for cat poems contest
Live the life
where you let others judge and praise
more religiously than God,
with all the shackles of social media
you adorn in blindness,
letting trinkets fill you with ecstasy,
and trends that eventually bend,
and lies smothered with flies.
Boasting faces and places
craving comments
loving hearts and thumbs-up -
'Oooh you traveler'
'Wow you've done that'
'So so cool'.
But freedom you have none;
you live in the glass box
getting visually raped by scrollers
and when you hit a low,
you keep yourself sane -
and feed others a faux visage
that you know they will love.
Honesty isn't always the best policy
when you chase for likes
and thirst for eyes and ayes.
It becomes a drug,
your drug to frick,
letting others drug you,
but hey
this is the beloved curse
of the now.
Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack.
Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back.
His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack.
With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack.
I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack.
Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack?
I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack.
He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack.
Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?”
They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack.
Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack.
The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.
two guys met way back and comprise
a duet of two, fondly able to show
true affection for other as a twin
these guys as you might surmise
are lifetime friends though
Younger's thick and Elder's thin
since Younger's days of undersize
Elder's maintained the status quo
that they weren't related kin
they sat for years as happy guys
on park bench, no desire to know
if their covering was familial skin
Younger seemed to scrutinize
his Elder from head to toe
to glimpse a deeper truth within
Elder's mind then thought it wise
for Younger's future peace, you know
to search old truth, their times begin
test the DNA facts that underlies
a connection beyond any John Doe
himself and Younger related within
result comes back the test supplies
that they're difference can forgo
no familial connection there had been
biologically different too often belies
the bonds that they themselves bestow
to each other as family though not kin
so they found themselves in the guise
of family unrelated, still family apropos
as blood or not, their faces all agrin
© Goode Guy 2011-07-26
a.k.a. Frick Younger and Frack Elder
for a real life story:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frick_and_Frack