Best Licks Poems
slithering snakes run silent
sleeping snakes lay deadly
awakened venom ready
while reigning as prone giants
breathe upright fools gather tolls
exhale hate and hued discord
bow in ranks to thy dark lord
ascending dust; marching trolls
march riotous foolery
spew venomous rhetoric
slither fork-tongued heretics
confess inflamed schoolery
o’ taste and see politics
halls unjust, wall-smears dark read
blood-soaked tiles seep pus instead
walking snakes hiss for boot-licks
Suspended like a lemon drop
on the tongue of night
the moon melts
on the clarinets keys
Haze, ever present,
on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images
of sweet beginning
the howls of wolf..
as the sax soars
and the warmth of blood.
A firecracker night
sparks
spinning in lamplight
basking in blue velvet
humming with the whir
of cicada's
with the brushes
on top hats.
My Persian LICKS with abandon
A cat with a mission in hand'en
When suddenly he chokes
HAIRBALLS stuck in his throat
And upchucks over me where I'm standin'!
Written on 5/20/2015
Smelly.
Stinky.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Silly.
Soothing.
Sickly.
Salty.
Soupy.
Saucy.
Slurpy.
Sloppy.
Special.
Saliva.
Michael Tor 9/3/2015
Dedicated to my dog
Toro who brings me
joy by his affectionate
kisses (otherwise known
as licks)
My dog named “Hicks”
'The dog that licks the frog he found in the log'
that delightful, disgusting dog that lick the fluffy, hairy frog he found in the marshy, low log
My dog “Hicks
the dear, domestic dog that lick the fancy frog he found in the lovable log
depressed, dazzling the legendary, lumpy dog
the determined, dumpy dog that wants to eat the fantastic, famous frog he found in the loud, lost log
the funny, fat frog he found in the large, long log
the dank, different dog that lick the fake, fine frog he found in the loving, loyal log
the depressing, dark dog that licks the furry, frightening frog he found in the lit, little log “bark” “ribbit-ribbit rip” Swhoop YUM….
11/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.
We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness, licks are laced.
Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn't filled with glowing.
When taste is waning its growing late,
It's about finished, if stick is showing.
rivets of grandeur
telecommunications
static blur
triple digits
percentage proof liquor
liquid licking her all over
much
lower
much
slower
coming closer to being solar
being filled with sexual energy
record this image
in the banks of your memory
every second, minute, hour even the centuries
sexy versions corrupting my circuitry
welcome to my written version of a sexy me
F luffy full or fine, all my kitty-cat babies have fur lush softness
E ver kept styled thru cutely rude cat contortions that aid sandpaper
L icks focused on groomed perfection which at times my cats wish to
I nclude me in as my due of tongue tickle love chills before their
N udged cat kisses are head delivered in insistent coco-butts to
E xpress their unconditional, trusting love that seeps my heart
S aturated in gratitude for my precious cats genuine kind of love.
... CayCay
November 16, 2019
You've heard of those, haven't you?
Those hanks of hair, standing straight up
toward heaven, as though
to guide you on your way?
Well, where we came from,
people talked about cow licks.
If you complained about your hair,
they would say, “You have a cow lick,”
as if that settled the matter.
What, a cow licked the top of my head
when I was on my way into the world?
Who invited a cow to that event?
I hate cows. I'm terrified of cows.
I run from cows.
You struggle, you gel, you brush,
you tease, you use super-hold hair spray.
Nothing, but nothing, works.
It's a curse, that's what it is.
For all of my life, wherever I am,
No matter what I'm doing, I will wear
that mark smack in the top of my head.
I don't know much about that new body
we're promised in heaven, but I've
already put in a request to St. Peter
for a smaller set of boobs. I think I'll
add a postscript, “And get rid of this
#*%@# dad-blamed cow lick!
dripping from the heat
infernal subtle tender licks….
ribs ready to eat
a couple of licks
and I'm in Thanksgiving mode
pumpkin pie delight !
...for jazz people everywhere
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway,
he remembers those times
like it's just yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks.
The home office became synonymous with covid. Men built desks, for their wives, with their bare hands. Once again, a hammer and nails, took to a tree. Once again, and perhaps, for such a time as this, a husband found out just how hard at work his wife truly is.
—quote by poet
Taking Licks
Lily licks my hand
with tiny sandpaper tongue
as far as it goes
fur’s unruffled on desk shelf
on tenterhooks, daughter works
THANKS A LOT
It wasn’t the wife’s fault
She got rendered into salt
Yet what the Bible won’t tell us
Is why Lot gets so jealous
Witnessed a nearby cow
“That’s really some know how
The apex of all tricks
Turning humans to salt licks”
I’ve Taken My Licks
Written: by Tom Wright
1/19/2013
Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick;
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick;
We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we will taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness licks are laced.
Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn’t filled with glowing.
When taste is waning it’s growing late,
It’s about finished, if stick is showing.