Fickle Poems

Trickle Fickle

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

Fickle

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

The Earth is an Ice Fickle

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

a fickle flip scares the butterfly

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

Fickle March

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

Fickle Instant Osmosis

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

Life’s Fickle Dance

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

My Fickle Muse

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
    

Fickle

The scent of seasons
changes with each drifting breeze—
as do all my dreams

That Fickle Sun

For all that’s good,
     enjoy the sun when it but warms your face
Before the teardrops fall like rain
                     through shadow’s cold embrace

For fleeting is that fickle sun
    

A POETs CRUSH IS FICKLE

Happened upon black-eyed Susans,
so bright and beautiful. I stopped
and looked, snapped
a picture with my cell, drew back
breath and sighed; eyed
with appreciation, didn’t matter
where I found this gregarious garden
before I set out on
an inside adventure
with books. But stunned
by the sunny disposition
of this carefree crop,
my eyes popp’n with pure joy.
I soaked up the inverted petals.
I just wrote

Love Is a Fickle Thing

Love is a fickle thing,
it blooms in spring
only to fall,
Give it room to grow
on its own,
But before long
its weeds have sprung,
Choking the garden
of all its young,
No room for new
flowers to grow,
Before long
its all you know,
A dandelion, small but bright,
a tiny, fiery, tower,
But before long
its petals have gone,
And now a dome of hope alone,
White wisps spread

Fickle Heart

This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds
Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok, 
While I play the role of a gay
I am scared. 

This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock
Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak, 
I am confused by hour
Running like horse
It suddenly flies in one gaze
Things in mind easily squandered. 

This evening, it's getting serious
It sounds like

Fickle Feline

Princess of the window, feline Mewzette,
plotted a plan change with no regret.
Not wanting to peruse dog from perch on the sill,
she ventured out front door of her own free will.
When Buffy the bulldog went sashaying by,
Mewzette sprang into action, not batting an eye.
She leaped up at doggie, not sparing a breath,
but Buffy, so friendly, just

My Fickle Valentine

You smiled when you broke my heart in half
You said, cheer up babe, here's my autograph
Now you're the one played for a fool
Oh, how sad, how cruel
You swear you love me?  Don't make me laugh!

2/13/23

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