Best Trickle Poems

With droplets flip-flapping outside,
The  gush of rainfall begins to chime
Unto  the soft fragrance of moistened night...
And  I tiptoe on naked earth
Savoring this minty nectar,
While a cadence from drizzles invites
My adult- being for a  water-dance, a trance
Quite delightful in the cascade of...

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Mother
You have hovered way to long
soured breath down my back  
I forgave but
never was forgiven
for the late nights with Dad 
sitting by his chair in the parlor, 
you in your bedroom 
eyes wide shut 
Counting the seconds, the minutes 
your iron fist at hand...

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Back from his five nights summer camp
I bombarded my son with questions
What did you eat, when did you sleep
What was the best part and such
He gave me bored couple words-
‘Okay’, ‘not much’, ‘Yeah’  
And kept mum at some
I felt dejected, ignored and sad

But next...

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Nope, benefits for the wealthy does not 
trickle down to middle-class
and the poor, that's nonsense.

Enriching captains of industry? Please.
What about the little guys?
They deserve a leg up!


Date written: 01/24/2021...

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Lying still
Windswept
Held fast by the grime of years
The view never changes
Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs
you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend
with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison
running down, down ever faster...

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You and I
may not agree
nothing to say
never to see

Yet I'm fulfilled
within my realm
When you're near
I am overwhelmed

Best I leave  
For a while    
Until I return
Promise to smile...

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My gal has a fetish for pickles
Down my back they sure do trickle
      As she awaits them to roll
      Always reaching their goal
It's more than the pickles that tickle...

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Tell me how does one fathom why poor fail to vote their own interests so much of the time?
That they somehow look up to those men having real wealth would seem to lack reason or rhyme.

But I wonder sometimes if it’s really an honor the...

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The Trickle
       by Odin Roark

But from a trickle
Streams of consciousness coalesce
Cascades enjoin seasoned rapids
Buffered by endless boundaries
Urged forward by more surging tributaries

Such adventurous energy
Wants only the oneness of here and now
The sustained awareness that perpetual peace is flux
A truth...

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My mind
Trickles down
A lonely page
Blank space remains
I stay
On the edge
Whispering 
To the white
I wait 
I pause
Thoughts unexpressed
Waiting 
On the sideline
I wonder
Who will fill
My empty space
Is it waste
Is beauty
In a pause
Words not said
Never read
Held in mind
Three words confined
Dripped down page
Done

Trickle down free verse contest....

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You are black

I am white

our color 

is only 

skin deep

If you are 

wounded 

you bleed red 

as do I

If you bring 

children into this 

world you celebrate 

as do I

When a loved 

one

leaves this world 

you mourn

as do I

For I know

as the end 

of days...

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That scarlet drop of a life still on my bayonet;
Lying lonely then in a six foot trench fox coffin,
Judgements of those at home not yet screaming in ears.
Shouldn't I have died to free them of guilt ridden freedom?

Only if they knew I had dreamed I...

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Upper management market rushed decision:
Cold rational cost/risk measurement — 
Downsizing is the capital flow chart right way to go

Middle management under extreme personnel loss liquidity:
Short wigs facing contraction strategy harassment, 
skirt the raised profit projected pressure of the actuary table

Lower management stem the tide of...

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   Tears trickle down
    my cheeks..
    I hope they
    go unnoticed. Such 
    a female kind
    of thing, weeping
    over a melody
   ...

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The sound of a cow peeing
is the wettest sound, let go

like a bucket slush on a barn slab
or so my grandfather used to

say. When my son comes home
I hear his fire hose upstairs

and remember how it was to
decompress so quickly. Grandad 

once came out of...

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