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 sleet--
Till sunshine appears gliding rowing
Like a dip from heaven's colored pour!
Re-posted 2/22/2018
Sunshine and Showers Contest of Robert Haigh
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
a child's lesson
the sting, the bruise
left to heal alone in my room
crying.
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 night, he was abuzz with excitement
You know mom, I walked twenty thousand steps per day
I sparingly ate my snacks because I didn’t pack enough
We, freshmen had to clean the toilets each day
We flipped the teachers’ boats when canoeing
Can you cook noodles, I’ve missed them so.
I absorbed each word, relieved and exultant
And silently imbibed the priceless lesson I learnt
Never force a trickle
Wait for the shower
Written on:07/27/2016
Contest:'Create and Idiom' by Jesse Day
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
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 with each new friend
at last to drip from the cill
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
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
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 wealthy are given this praise,
For the poor often have a distrust of affluence that seems to last all of their days.
Now America’s royalty doesn’t exist if you don’t worship our movie stars,
Who like our politicians quite frequently act as if ancestors all came from Mars.
My suspicion is poor people criticize rich though they secretly covet their wealth,
Enjoy seeing that rich people flounder as well and that all can be victims of stealth.
Oh but let me assure you impoverished friend, to the rich you are just easy mark
And the fact that your gold is so easily stripped simply proves you’ve no place on God’s Ark.
There’s no guilt, there’s no shame, most don’t care about you! You’re just fodder in life’s grinding mill,
For the food chain that governs most everyone’s life suggests poor are the richer folk’s swill.
So do you give it thought when you’re aping the rich, dreaming somehow this fairytale’s true
Or are you in denial, don’t want to reflect on, the choices still open to you?
But this choice you must make, to stand up for yourself! If you don’t then you soon will be fired.
You might actually, doing this, save rich man’s soul who gets richer when your job’s retired.
And if you should get rich then my prayer, my best hope’s that you stand still with friends helping you,
Are not standing on bodies to increase your stature, aware that your real friends are few.
Brian Johnston
September 5, 2015
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 preparing for the next change
How lonely such a journey
The cumulative drip of awareness
This ethereal urgency at times made to pause
Knowing so few wish to aspire beyond
The “winning” limitation
Such is transcendence
Where gathering to its singularity
Accepts not of separation
Of predator and prey
Only the pinpoint known as nothingness
And everything
Perhaps…
For every frozen hesitancy
There waits a child
A newborn
A biological energy in process
Anxious to understand how simple yet complex
This existence labeled life truly is
Trickle by trickle
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.
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 the men’s
room shaking his head, and when
I asked why, he said that the room
was full of old men, half of which
couldn’t get started, and the other half
couldn’t stop. It’s my date with the moon
tonight--out the window of the master loo
at 3am. Perfect view, the creek trickling on.
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 for me
I'll cry out
"Lord Lord"
as will you...
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Middle management under extreme personnel loss liquidity:
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Lower management stem the tide of the pink-slip discharge:
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makes promotion portfolio much more dividend valuable
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 wished it happened;
That final pain so much easier to survive than my fear.
Having to kill to live painting me into coward's corner,
At least that's the way I saw it in bloody dying color.
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Tears trickle down
my cheeks..
I hope they
go unnoticed. Such
a female kind
of thing, weeping
over a melody
playing
only in my
memory.
"Oh, its nothing"
I stammer...
"just thinking how
beautiful
the night is.".
and how
I am
alone....