Best Tike Poems

The humid air sweats streaming curls down the toddler’s flush cheeks like Fusilli hot from the stove. The golden ringlets cling to her forehead, bouncing like Slinky’s in front of her, blue-agate, eyes. The backyard’s sounds-bat cracks and wise cracks-surround her. Squeals echo from the...

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‘Twas in another century
On a desolate, dreary day 
When something red from skies above
Wafted into the land of gray.

It slowly drifted in the sky,
Then lit on the head of a boy.
For reasons that are unexplained,
It filled his heart with joy.

But the land of grey -...

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My Daddy played a trick on me
When I was just a tike
Asleep; I was in dreamland town
A 'riding on my bike

And suddenly! I hear a noise
A clanging sound it seems
It was my Dad with pots in hand
He's banging on the beams!

He's shouting out "Wake up!...

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Mary had a little lamb

The birth was quite a sensation

It should go down in the history books

She needed a lot of sedation

Pinocchio had a very long nose

It grew when telling a lie

Geppetto couldn't keep it from growing

No matter how hard he tried

Three little piggies went...

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Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation

Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local...

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Winter beach
09/08/2018


Cool breeze, Leafless trees, Arctic freeze

White cap waves, crumple and cave

Solemn solitary Seagull, pestering peckish people

Sandy seaweed soaked, covers beach cloaked

Frozen fisherman, fearlessly on rock stand

Baby carriages creaking, silent sleep waking

Boxer dog proud, breaks silence loud

Terrifying tike terrorises on her bike

Vast vista view, living...

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Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of shooting straight.Mumbles, who’s mom was a midnight walker. He was not named for that, butbecause he was hit in the...

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(All in fun, my friends!!!)


In spite of my charm and amazing good looks
There are things I want you to know
I don't wear undies on weekdays and Saturdays
Which leaves only Sundays to go

Undies sure inhibit my freedom of movement
While I strut up and down the mall
My...

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What drives people to kill one another
Are they made of different stuff
Is their brain matter arranged so differently
Can't imagine being angry enough

Enough to take the life of another human
Over passion, possessions, or greed
So foreign to everything I have ever learned
I live by my daddy's creed

Dad...

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Isn't this a sweet picture my friends
Sipping sodas after the hop
Much too young to remember this music
Doo-wop was Mom's and Pop's

Was just a wee tike in diapers then
Sucking on my thumb
Still was quite the ladies man though
Traveling around on my bum

Seem to be picking up...

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I sometimes have trouble expressing myself
My words at times are misleading
Like when I wanted to relate to my grandson
The car that passed us was speeding

These are the words that actually came out
“That car is EXPEEDING THE SKIMLIT”!
He looked at me strangely and rolled his eyes
And...

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The day was unbelievably hot to a northerner, just about normal for a Floridian. Disney World opened at nine and after a steamy night cruising Kissimmee’s strip for burgers, we were ready for the crush (and I don’t mean orange soda.) The Ex, the kid...

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I recall your pleasant disposition at my every single question
I recall the numerous nights you sat by my bed without an option
I remember the uncountable days you taught me to ride my bike
And the thousand different explanations you patiently told your tike
I still smile at...

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Biddity, bobbity, boo... this tune's hanging round in my psyche
A hit when I was a wee tike running around in my nightie
How old was I?
Allow me to clarify
The Second World War hadn't begun and Mickey Mouse was almighty...

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Fragile antiques
Old doll houses
and old love letters from the spouses
16 year old yearbooks
with old fashioned looks
Old musty smells 
and cracked Christmas bells
Worn teddy bears 
on 3 legged chairs
Pink fluffy mess
an ugly vintage dress
Red rusty bike
whose brand is Tike
Chipped tea cups
in boxes from UPS
Dusty record player
a...

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