There once was a man rather fickle
Who loved nothing more than a tickle
But tickle his knee
And he’d do a big wee
That smelled like the juice of a pickle.
Some take life too seriously
Too frightened to laugh at a wee
They’d rather look sour
And make others cower
But that’s just not really me.
Fickle in tandem
her flag system needs respect,
I live by the beach.
I conclude I was conceived hard-and-fast,
Misfortunes rain on my parade, downcast -
Bad Luck to date
Fickles my Fate,
I now bet on Hope, that they say, dies last!
spring
nearer
each warm day
beauty will spring
with colors galore
unless nature
sends sudden
surprise
freeze
A Fickled Bunch
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They wish to deceive me
to say I'm gullible
might i believe there stories
and tell the tale
to this frustration
what must i do
they never stop
they reprise the plot
they make it hot
all to speak there
frivolous fools
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My fickled audeince
might such interest you
that we should gather together
non to be exclude
whine the clock's in eagerness
the morning of the show
my ficckle audeince
neverr let me go
oh I complain
too many empty seats
the night moved to slow
my voice didn't
do it's thing
the music was lousy
the words didn't fit the town
my fickle audeince
I love when you're around
are we selling out
do we need to add another show
come on don't leave me
lingering on
please let me know
I have a fickle audeince
what can we say
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sold out
need to add a show!
Oh, October, you fickle feline
A silenced garden holds its breath
Rose petals tremble in your chill
Maples bedecked in hoar frost white
Soft clouds rise from long idle chimneys
Cold worms wriggle ‘neath softening leaves
Squirrels draw maps of hidden treasure
Sparrows skate on the ice crusted bird bath
Oh, October, you stealthy creeper
Your shadows book flights for the geese
Scar-faced pumpkins snarl as you pass
Knowing your demons will soon arrive
Yet still you quietly purr
A harvest scented song upon cool winds
This tale is about Pickle Onion Percy
Who is besotted with a little cocktail pickle called Tracy Tickle
Many hours are spent together chatting and laughing
On a warm soft fresh slice of rye pumpernickel
Now, Percy is known for being somewhat fickle
He is poor and only possesses a nickel
He is the target of Asparagus and Gherkin… who take the mickle
Who harass and bully him …. As tears down Percys face do trickle
Truth is , Gherkin and Asparagus also fancy the sweet Tracy Tickle
Though she thinks they are bullies and so very mean
Both tall ,weird and lumpy looking
And horrible shades of green
Tracy Tickle only has eyes for Percy Pickle
Asparagus and Gherkin actually make her feel quite sickle
Percy is sweet, funny and kind
Tracy desperately wants to become Mrs Pickle!
Trickle, river fickle.
Step lively by the side.
Fate, thy strictures tickle!
Hell, Heaven, woe betide!
Wind atop the high cliff wall?
Funeral, thy pall.
Cherry blossoms, heft to haul.
End Times, give a call...
Thunderbolt, hover above.
Levee, fail to hold.
Fit, misfortune! O my glove!
Coals within, glow gold...
Will of human beings?
It must not have the clout.
Everybody, pack thy things!
Doubt, begin thy bout!
Ruin, cover all our world.
Dim hope, flee from here.
Dark fire, lava, how you hurled!
Grind them, O my gear...
Ravine out back, what to pack?
Stuff it in a crack!
Failure, will you? Fade to black?
Turn about and tack!
Sullen honeysuckle?
How better to make wine?
Bridge, beneath their feet buckle!
Doom, undying dine...
You are a human being so vile.
How could I, with you, myself, defile?
Yet, you are an angel. heaven sent,
my time away from you, misspent.
Where is your needle on my dial?
It jumps like New England weather
or a breeze blowing a feather,
Up and down or in the middle,
I cannot answer this riddle:
Do you and I belong together?
Earth is an Ice Fickle
Ice Fickle Earth by JT Curtis Feb 26th 2015
I don't know how long this
world is gonna last
As I read the daily news
things are moving fast
They say the Earth is warming up
And melting all its ice
Now listen very carefully
'Cause this is my advice
Drink beer while it's cold
And whiskey on the rocks
Have a slushy with each meal
Eat ice cream by the box
Take a cold shower when,
you would rather take it hot
'Cause no one really knows
How much time the World has got
Put a snowball in the freezer
So you can show it to your friends
When Winter now is Summer
And Summer never ends
Sell your skies before they're useless
And the big wide shovel too
'Cause things are getting hotter
This is what I'm telling you
Well, we know things keep on changing
And so shall my advice
'Cause they say when things heat up
The Earth turns back to ice
But chances are we won't be here
When it finally gets to that
But maybe you should keep around
At least one coat and hat.
Oh the power of the narcissistic
would be king enthroned,
crowned not with wisdom,
but with arrogance,
delusion and nihilism.
The crowd waits on his every word
which has the power
to flip the world order
from boom to flop
from soar to bust
to tip the seesaw
to flip-flop panic.
Why should one person,
posting his own thoughts social
in the middle of the night
have the power to scare
the butterfly, making it
flap its wings,
triggering the accord
to tip off the cliff
Into chaos.
The month of March has many moods;
its days are varied as she broods
which day is warm, which one is cold.
Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold.
Some days she brings snow full and deep,
and others, like she's fast asleep;
with the warm sun, we are consoled.
Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold.
She's stuck between two season's clime,
and so to each, she gives her time;
One fading soon, one to unfold.
Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold.
So we are patient with her whims-
while Winter's ways she slowly trims,
till brand new April joins the fold.
Tween Winter-Spring, she can be bold.
Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles
In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails
Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry
It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . .
Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view,
Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing
Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels,
Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke memory;
Digitally altered shots provide unadorned faces,
Silver stones — crumble under soggy streams
Love consists of endless childhood dreams,
We whirl, win, wildly in a whirlwind
Instants creep slowly — yielding assets to discard
Time lingers while instances ripple vastly.
It unfolds and emits a sticky—spirited symphony
Transitional winds blew as we breathed and linked
Instants ticked slowly but rose quickly.
Glide into golden heat of the calm night hour
Ashes rise on a summer's sigh in the breezy sky
Soaring over the willows, peacefully fly.
Oh life, what dost thou hide for me next,
What tricks await, what trials dost thou test?
One day brings joy, the next doth sorrow reign,
Yet here I stand, through sunshine and through rain.
Thou twist and turn, thou never dost stand still,
Thy hand doth push me up another hill.
Thou mak’st me laugh, then mak’st me weep and sigh,
Yet still I soar, to reach the boundless sky.
Thou givest dreams, so sweet, they charm the heart,
Yet with thy hand, thou tearest them apart.
Thou givest love, then tak’st it swift away,
Yet I rise up, and greet another day.
Thou mak’st me run, thou mak’st me stumble, fall,
Yet from the ground, I rise again so tall.
Through tempests wild and trials thou dost send,
I stand unbow’d, and fight thee to the end.
I want not someone else’s words
Though beautiful they are to me
Inspired, yes. I want to feel
But let my words flow sure and free
My fickle muse awaits his call
Yet bellows simply do not wake
And patience is now wearing thin
This rest needs no more time to take
Is confidence the culprit here
Has insecurity prevailed
I’m wishing, hoping fervently
My pen to swiftly be regaled
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