Flick Poems - Poems about Flick

He was holding a football when our eyes first met, seeing beyond our years. Catching the missile, flying, he was surprised. We smiled. We were only six. His name was Flick. That’s what his daddy called him-- when his daddy was around. “We’ll go to school together, we’ll be friends.” Flick was a dreamer! We did become pals, rendezvous after school on the playground with other kids. Derision, syllables...

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Chance accidents in time&space float in unreal swirls flowing without restraint turmoil in energetic explosions flung splattered moments arrested in space dripping drop by drop ...

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Golf Cranks tried to see where his ball went on the course The bird on his head was looking another way, his tweet hoarse Which way did you flick it? His golf partners asked Cranks. If I knew that it would be easier he said, not knowing their pranks. They had given him a trick ball for his birthday,...

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A flick of light within my soul becomes a beacon for my life wherein I join with You in Christ free from normal life of strife. Today breaks boldly clear and bright A bastion holds me safe from sin and fills my heart with calming Voice to sooth and hold me close within. How grateful I become for You who teaches that Your love...

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a deep chill delving straight to bone fragmented shadows become full figures - long and lithe, strange and bulbous, ever-morphing and haunting the night flick a light to be rid of these monsters...

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FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate, Step out of a gaunt, granite building, Leave behind its austere contents, With wood-panelled box-seats, Pinching sardine-tight orthodoxy's rumps, Say farewell to enforced isolation, Corralled within a pulpit-facing pew, Flick prophetic finger At sanctimonious conformity, As I cross the widening threshold Into a welcome world of Confusing discovery. Give place in me to an...

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Thoughts that arise, oft hold us in surprise Seeming to be of foreign origin Flicked away before ego does apprise If we meddle not, all thoughts are virgin We look and release, flowing like the breeze Resting narrow thought construct perception Dweller of the void, living life in ease Unaffected by the world external Blissful presence, with nothing to appease Choosing thus, the...

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flick that switch in my brain put on my best smile jump up show enthusiasm arms wide open projecting love and harmony turn on my high energy boost the sparkle feature launch my dreams attracting upbeat people live today with a sense of passion dial it up a notch giving voice to that bubbly cheerleader in my head Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023 AP: Honorable Mention...

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I read a poem and will save, 'cause of feelings it gave; where there is emotion within the words, that flutter and fly off the page like birds. I do love those tear-jerking writes, and those beautiful sweet nature delights; a wild thriller, unrestrained and intense, ...

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(Warning...it has a sexual theme to it. You have been warned, innocent readers! Expect the unexpected in this one) You have the nerve To give me nervana like I deserve Nothing's wrong with me Maintain my lustful heart patiently I hate my life I glance at my knife As it slips out my hands Like two departing lands Learned to burn I Sneezed because...

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as the credits scroll a bee-line for the toilette runny mascara...

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'Fox Flick' from the 1960 Slang Words Here she goes gimme some skin with friends in the Friggin , She is the flower child who is always Gassed. She loves the Hair -Musical later becomes the radical, She was the crazy Raddie who was the sick Puppy. She loves her real soul which is the her only rule, she never goes as the Rattled...

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There are books that nobody ever reads, lines expanded with stories that never get to catch, eyes stalking cyberspace, inside there is SOcial media, SOOcial media, SOOOcial media, like a 3-ring circus they join by watching themselves, as though egotism could have value in a selfie, as though Spam could impart knowledge to untaught minds. From time to time I read some hardbacks...

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stray winds flick rotor fingers uranium rods shun sun for perpetual motion puny pursuit of power continues...

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my mind like the flick of a camera shutter memorizes your face my heart memorizes everything else...

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