Best Stick Poems
My Dad taught me to drive stick
On warm Sunday mornings while Chicago slept
Before the church people left and returned
On a freeway still under construction
Past yellow barricades and
Caution signs
Recklessly cautious
Without benefit of power steering
And power brakes
We flew past run down homes
And new skyscrapers
We owned the road
The lesson was simple
Real drivers drive shift
They control the car
Balance clutch and gas
Life requires our attention
It demands our patience
We advance slowly and carefully
Real drivers drive shift
And so we traveled
Across a city still lazily stretching
Not quite awake
Down a freeway under construction
On side streets and in parking lots
We owned the city
Categories:
stick, allegory,
Form:
Narrative
( On backdrop of current JAPAN tragedy.
Dedicated to all who lost lives and property in worst devastation ever.
Our sincere prayers for their salvation, succour to surviving victims, early rehabilitation)
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Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Fukushima
Nuclear destination, bombing and self-explosion
Human rant, God is just name for chant
Reign human invention, HE just mythological sovereign
God disliked apathy, shelved sympathy
thought to teach lesson, venue selected Japan
Quake, Tsunami, Fire, Radioactive leak, wreck plenty
65 seconds flat, venue littered with death float
Humans abuse Nature, expect HIM to spare, care
HIS justice, a show reality sans court, hearing or attorney
HE delivers salvation to devastation, superpower to roadside pauper
Avoid HIS wrath, stick to HIS rules, HE not Human actually rules
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Hitendra Mehta
March 2011
For Members Contest – The Rhyme Inside by Debbie Guzzi
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Categories:
stick, natural disasters
Form:
Free verse
A old tree branch that had fallen to the ground
Polished it up, mended all the cracks, looking good as new
Now we can both walk
Categories:
stick, health
Form:
Wednesday night, hard at work
We strove to get the paper out;
Our goal to met the deadline
And secure the daily routes.
But then an accident occurred,
A case of slice and dice and dread.
A finger slipped, now padded tip
Was hanging by a thread.
Unable to stop the flow of blood,
The victim quite distressed
We opted for the ER
All hoping for the best.
And luckily the doc on call
Was ready to perform.
"The bark is worst than the bite,
The blood worst than the harm.
He raised two hands, t'was plain to see
To him it didn't matter.
"Stitches or glue, it's up to you."
All eyes lent toward the latter.
A questioning smile to prompt my choice
Which all but put me at my ease.
I shook my head and closed my eyes
"Just stick it to me, please."
A true, if colorful presentation
co/my mom-Reta Pruitt
August 17,2018
Categories:
stick, fun, funny, humor, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a big Eucalyptus tree right behind where I live
The trunk is large, with the branches straight and long
When the Arizona Sun is blazing down, makes nice shade
Even when branches die, they still have more to give
At sunset, a breeze will blow through the leaves like a song
The day is over and dues are paid
One recent summer's eve, storm clouds boiled in the West
A quick sand storm, lighting and thunder everywhere
A hard driving rain all night, streets ran bank to bank
The old tree stood fast, passed the test
A dead twisted limb laid on the ground, like saying a prayer
For the state that it was in, had only God to thank
Out of bed at five, hot cup of coffee in my hand
Went outside to make an overall inspection
Was everything still standing, or had everything washed away?
The early morning air was fresh, rain had bathed the land
Looked up and down the street, then in a westerly direction
The old fallen branch, there it lay
It caught my eye, seemed to be the right size
From past work injuries, my knees would go out every now and then
The branch needed a friend and I needed a walking stick
Picked it up,it was around waist high, I knew I had a prize
My work was cut out, had to give a new skin
Some sand paper, couple coats of varnish would do the trick
Took off the old gray scale, down to yellow wood with brown grain
Patched the cracks, so it would not split, couple of wraps of bailing wire
By God, it was starting to show some character
We started to smile and I had a good cane
Like a miracle, saved from the fire
Now as one, we walk together
Categories:
stick, natureold, work, rain, tree,
Form:
stick together people
the elites
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery garden
they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less
they smother smiles - voices.. happiness
wishing
to keep us in our safe-less spaces
for eternity.
every media outlet is brimming with
half-truthers-distorters-liars
phallic symbols for political parties
erect with hate-void of integrity
highlighting the ogres of society
breeding fear
spotlighting the freaks of society
wanting us believing all white people
are grand wizard hearted
that black veins are filled with thug sludge..
corporations are feeding piles of green to the media machine
forever stomping the bent backs of the plow horse class
planting hollow souled politicians in our garden of democracy
but in time
all devils will expose themselves
stumble over their own fetid script
in time they'll soon forget their own lies..
slit their throats-hang from ropes
of their own making
stick together people
unity is the purist form of diversity
stick together people
soon enough(with help from God)
we'll turn evil into crumbs
Categories:
stick, america,
Form:
Free verse
old woman with stick
love's wisdom smiles with wrinkles
knows all lines of love
Categories:
stick, old, wisdom, woman,
Form:
Senryu
I tossed a stick up in the air
To watch it fly around
I waited for that stick to fall
Before me on the ground
It must have been a special stick
That did not make a sound
For when I searched the ground ahead
That stick could not be found
I never did retrieve my stick
That disappeared that day
Perhaps the stick was mad at me
For throwing it away
The moral of the story is
Be careful what you say
For if a stick can resurrect
Then you should learn to pray.
Categories:
stick, fun, humor, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
If lipstick's not
for lips that need glue
then we can kiss
and still break up too
Categories:
stick, break up, kiss, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
I wish I were more like stick people
They don’t have hearts that break
They don’t know the pain of loving
They can’t feel what’s at stake
I wish I could be like stick people
They don’t have flesh that yearns
They’ve no minds to lose with worry
No fear, no hope that burns
Stick people always know their place
Their fate decided by pen and ink
Someone else controls their future
I’m more like them than I think
Categories:
stick, emotions, feelings, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My sister is very thin
In fact she’s a stick insect
Straight up and down
Viewed from any aspect
If she didn’t wear glasses
Before embracing
No one would know
Which way she was facing
Categories:
stick, funny
Form:
Dozy Dick and his Magic Stick it comes to life at night
Takes him to a world of joy and pure delight
Transports him to a place he really wants to be
Of inner dreams and pleasure and every fantasy
With his magic stick Dick can travel far and wide
He can be all alone or have a beauty by his side
Dozy dipped his rigid stick and cast his magic spell
Where he dipped his magic stick he swears he'll never tell
Though the local witches coven each night with longing yearn
The sweet boys in fairyland also pray for his return
Dozy practices with his magic stick when he is in the bath
The most fun he's ever had yet he never laughs
He must by now be a fully-fledged master of his trade
Though as a result of all that practice, he wears a hearing aid.
Dozy waded into the sea when the water was quite choppy
His usually rampant magic stick became flexible and floppy
A myriad of baby mermaids now swim in the bay
Dozy and his magic stick must now undergo a test for DNA.
8th July 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
stick, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I drop a stick down from the bridge
Into the waters far below
It carries my hopes with it
To see how far my stick will go
I am hoping it will travel far
And bounce upon the eddies
Missing all those obstacles
Going straight and fast and steady
I hope the bends to navigate
In the middle of the flow
To get caught by vegetation
Means there’s nowhere left to go
My stick has now bobbed out of sight
In the sunlight’s bright reflection
I hope to see it soon again
Still going in the right direction
Not all my hopes on this stick rest
Because that would be silly
I have another in my hand
To throw into the Swilly
( Swilly is a river in Donegal Ireland )
Categories:
stick, fun, funny, hope, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Happy each morning as poop on a stick
Happy as smooching with a cute li'l chick
Grabbing and groping
Probing and scoping
Have a wonderful time till in my back gets a crick
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
stick, fun, , cute,
Form:
Limerick
A rich and monied man,
He is the village headman,
Poor his kindness to his fellow village men,
If one dies from his village he takes no pain,
He sends his walking stick in the hands of his servant,
But fails to walk letting his stick to do the work,
Living long this man and died of age,
Aware his death the whole village,
No one turned to see his dead body,
They all collected sticks and sent to his house,instead,
A battle field like his house with full of sticks,
Tit for tat all what all learned but stick for stick a new lesson!
Categories:
stick, adventure, community, conflict, evil,
Form:
Light Verse