There was once a dock worker whose name was Dick,
His employers knew not, Dick had worked out a perfect trick,
Forty five was his speculated age,
He dressed according to his meager wage,
Went home daily with a barrow, security noticed dick was quick.
On other days they noticed many a different kind of trivia,
Told security was selling empty boxes to buy pills, had leukaemia,
Will tell you more when I retire,
Continued with his routine and poorly attire,
His secret, confessed stole a barrow a day, headlines in media.
Moved to Mexico, learnt Spanish, dyed hair black so could blend,
Applied for a job in revenue office, made many a friend,
Managed and learnt to cheat a little,
Hey Dick be careful, don’t fiddle,
Persisted to play his tricky games, predictably caught at the end.
While out walking late last night
wondered who it was I saw
slinking by your bedroom window
lurking 'round your back door
when I shouted 'Who goes there?”
they ran like hell didn't tarry
those I'd seen could well have been any
peeping Tom Dick and Harry
Deep state man
The butcher of Iraq
War monger VP
At 84 is now gone.
But the world he made
His profit on
Bombed and broken
All divided still
Remains.
One down, millions to go,
The great swamp drains.
One by one
In steps and stages
The rotting flesh
Of its corruption
Exposed
Until only bones
Remain.
(11/4/25)
A peasant on the land,
A king on the sea,
He sits in command,
And everyone will agree,
He has something planned,
For everyone, whatever it may be.
Not a king with a throne,
But a king of bone,
A man with an obsession,
Some say possession,
But a king of bone, nonetheless.
I think, AI can fool the surface eye,
the sun of everyday common day --
the night of charming only twinkle glitter
night --
But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex
soul spectrum; what it can’t step away
from is, its own deceitful presence –
the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic
fixes.
Technology has its place and purpose --
let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense
of Fair-play.
God, perhaps, considering an AI earth --
populated with robotic integers, squiggles
of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell
could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization
on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly
composing programmed dick.
I laid down my long schlong
On a table full of kong dongs
The judges had short tongs
To flip the dongs flop
the men and women on song
You wouldn't guess who won?
God, Tom, John, Cock?
No, you are so wrong
It was not my long schlong
Or Johns God throbbing Cock
It was Moscow and Washington
Two Absolute blue whale dongs
Throbbing all the way to the third war
He lived in a small village
Dick Longly was his name
He was known for miles around
An extra long willy his claim to fame
The men folk thought him a legend
Considered him unbelievably blessed
The women wanted to get to know him
Put that legend to the test!!
Dick was known by many a name
One “The Three legged man”
“Dick the Donkey ”another
And “Wham Bam thankyou Ma’am”
Dick was naturally a happy man
Though he did have one concern
His appendage was so long and dangly
It caused him to tumble and turn
He tried tying it in knots
But it had its own stubborn mind
Not doing what it was supposed too
Unraveling each and every time
Dick had a brilliant thought
Which worked perfectly without fail
He tucked his willy underneath
He is now known as the “Man With The Tail”
.
landloper
cigarette twista
wine lippa
(hic'cup)
on the way up
:}
Who dares rouse Leviathan,
the Giant beneath the heaving deeps?
This world now teams with Ahabs
whose heaping anger never sleeps.
Each one wants to hook its jaw
and each to press its tongue;
to try its rich and fragrant oil
and see it bound and beached and dumb.
Poor soul captains on fragile ships
vainly sharpening the barbless spear.
The Whale scoffs beneath the waves,
rising to teach all wisdom through fear.
Soon the Brute will breach and blow
and send each Pequod down below.
Tom Dick and Harry were brought fishing by Grandpa Pete.
he argued they would starve at home, with nothing to eat.
they’ll get into the fish and gobble them up said aunt Mary.
prediction totally spot on, knowing Tom, Dick and Harry.
I’ve written about “Dick The Bully”
“Dick The Ignorant” also
This poem is about “Dick The Coward”
Who is one of the lowest of low
“Dick The Coward” you are gutless
You follow and persecute in a pack
You ride on the coat tails of other bullies
Then cowardly and viciously attack
Afraid to voice your vile comments
Unless the other Dicks are there
You are spineless and despicable
Finding delight in others pain and despair
Forthright without a face, from behind a screen
Being supported by the other Dicks
Belittling and damaging good people
Deriving pleasure from the cruelty you inflict
Dick ,are you so inadequate
That it fulfils you spewing heartless remarks
“Can you please stop doing handstands Dick”
“And talking out of your ar**e!!”
Hal is a catfisher.
He has had lots of dates this month.
He cannot believe how fast women are these days.
They practically tear your pants off.
He poses as Dick, a bachelor.
Says he is an artist and a composer.
Today’s lunch date is late.
She shows up and he is startled.
It is his wife.
She had used a different photo.
Said her name was Ivy.
You are a Dick! She says to him.
Let’s pretend we aren’t married he says.
Best conversation they have had in three years.
He hopes she will be fast like the others.
She isn’t.
Dick and Jane go to college
to learn how to read and to write
'Cos they didn't in high school
where they studied, on You-Tube, the rights
of violent protestors, sexual predators, 'n gender-bathroom rules
~ not to mention supporting 'Healthy Hemp' businesses too
At sea
Fish of gold gleams
Old memories return
Beam of sunset’s pink light sent from
Valis
Dick and his cat
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
Dick Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
Dick and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and Dick walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version
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