Best Mick Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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Old blabber mouth gets on my wick
His attitude makes me quite sick
He plays to the crowd 
Is brash and so loud 
My husband thinks he's...

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the village pump-
in a gurgle
my childhood  


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Contest hosted by Mick Talbot...

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I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt
Hey, wait a minute...I do, I'm a man, it's what I've been dealt...

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embraced by soft winds

white wisps trailing our balloon. .  .

we’re touching heaven


For Mick Talbot's Haiku Contest...

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They crawl out of the woodwork
Shedding lots of crocodile tears
Grieving for an ancient relative
They’ve not visited for many years
‘Auntie Annie’ is barely warm
But now you...

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There once was a poet called Jan
who took the Mick out of her fellow man 
from the size of his ears
to the size of his...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the...

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sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
    a skyward mist



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on March 5, 2018 for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER ...

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With spring approaching quickly and milk is upon the rise,
our factory employs seasonal workers to resize,
the employee pool to accommodate the milk intake,
which means twenty-four...

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All round the ring of Kerry’s highways, people point and cry
It’s 4 o’clock on the very dot and Mick’s rig is passing by,
It has glistening...

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(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I...

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My suntan comes from a bottle
My hair from a wig maker in Peru
My legs are very hairy
I have to put my teeth in to chew
I...

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City streets spew fire on sunburnt July day.
Dabbing sweat from brow, I meld into paved sea. 
Mick cries out "Angie" from quaint corner café;
slowing steps,...

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