Best Pickett Poems

" I Smote Thy Heart" 

by~ Richard Pickett

Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce thee in the coldest of manners. Thou shalt
know from whence it came. From my sorrow, said sorrow
left upon me by...

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I have a superhero;
his name is Pickett Tupp. 
Before you count to zero,
he'll have picked it up.

Grandpa could have hurt his neck 
but Pickett, super guy, 
picked the peel up from the deck 
where Junior let it lie.

I've another super friend;
her name's Poteeta Whey.
If it's...

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They did the mash—they did the monster mash
In a field—in a field of trash
Republicans ain’t cool
Stink like a graveyard ghoul
One sick group—that we need to smash
 

Author's note:  The limerick above can be recited to the rhythm of the Pickett hit song. I am...

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(continued) "What’s a Shogun? Funny you should ask”, Tom grinned… “because that’s the 
exact same question we all asked each other when this came over on the teletype. Word is 
from the boys in the twenty third that a Shogun is some kind of a...

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After Bill got Brick’s emergency call about the new find under the Bywater bridge, he downed 
his coffee, shoved his files in a drawer, donned his 9mm w/shoulder holster,  traded his  
Stetson for a NYPD ball cap, made for the squad car, punched...

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After hearing from Brick over the phone saying he needed a lift, Bill cradled the phone, adjusted his shoulder holster, slipped on his jacket and carefully donned his beloved Stetson. He skipped down the stairs to the mini parking lot where he recently paid to...

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Love -
Treasures forever.
Hopes perpetually.
Beckons tenderly.
Delights trust; honors everlastingly.
Devotes faithfully heart soaring elating. 
Life cascading while sharing, 
Dreams embracing life enjoy.
Caressing faithfully souls serving,
 -Adoring –
Serving souls faithfully caressing,
Enjoy life, embracing dreams.
Sharing while cascading life,
Elating soaring heart faithfully devotes.
Everlastingly honors; trust delights.
Tenderly beckons.
Perpetually hopes
Forever treasures.
Love -

©...

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The traffic light on the end of Brick’s street turned green and Bill headed for home after dropping off Brick at his place. He knew Brick would be okay after a bit because of the incentive of it all. For tonight, the incentive was in...

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After Tom left, Bill slugged down his coffee, donned his Stetson and slipped out the side 
entrance. Tom saw him for a split second and quickly looked up at the ceiling as if he didn’t.  Bill grinned. On the whole, his relationship with the...

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(Continued from Bill's side 10“)
     
    "Never  mind that. I know you well enough to know you know what you’re doing. 
Just stick with me and keep me informed especially on this one. I’ll give you as...

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A cool dude in Delaware's thicket.
Wrote wonderful poems then said, "Stick it!"
     "I'll write them my way!"
     So what can we say?
You're TOPS!!  I tag you Jared Pickett!!!!...

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Rondel Pain

Poetry can inflict pain like a sharp rondel dagger, 
Encircling each word with bigoted judgments on hand. 
Down a spiral staircase a poet’s thoughts may stagger. 
Semi-circular fashioned, ideas traverse memories’ span.            

Hysterical,...

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(cont..) He removed his Stetson cowboy hat and placed it gently on the bowling ball he 
had mounted just for that purpose over the heater by the door. He probably didn’t take that 
good care of himself, ..but his white Stetson;  …that was another...

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.After Bill left the station, he made a pit stop down to the local diner, parked his car and 
hurried in to get some much needed chow.
     “ What’s  up stranger? Haven’t seen your lanky frame in this fine dining...

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“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” 
– General George Pickett

Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze
Stood Pickett with his face etched with war's haunting gaze.
A mind torn asunder and a battlefield worn
Ghosts of decisions a burden he'd borne.

"Forward,...

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