Hicks Poems - Poems about Hicks

The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks are counting on, won’t need his travel kit when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it! He orders bedroom windows made of bricks: aspires to nothing higher than Stevie Nix. The break-up (that’s why Vaclav Havel quit) – how cross is Marjorie, how cavil-fit – is something he would engineer for kicks, so put...

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to muse... hicks noted sound-effects and their re-actions... with other muse hicks sound effects to code notes... muse hicks coughed up music... morse code and computer programming... stans sand...

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Quaker Edward Hicks with religious themes & no tricks A decorator & untrained artist his 'peaceable kingdom' * has 60 twists *https://www.wikiart.org/en/edward-hicks/peaceable-kingdom-1834...

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flirting with haiku but married to the senryu MagiCicada13...

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My dog named “Hicks” 'The dog that licks the frog he found in the log' that delightful, disgusting dog that lick the fluffy, hairy frog he found in the marshy, low log My dog “Hicks the dear, domestic dog that lick the fancy frog he found in the lovable log depressed, dazzling the legendary, lumpy dog the determined, dumpy...

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Does “childish” come to mind when discussing politics Did you say no??? You must be living in the sticks With no Internet or TV Haven't heard of these geeks? Sure boggles my mind, these backcountry hicks...

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Does “childish” come to mind when discussing politics Did you say no??? You must be living in the sticks Without the Internet or TV Haven't heard about these geeks? Totally boggle my mind, these lowlife backcountry hicks...

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Dewey Hicks 1900-1918 It burns, burns still. This sweating insidious fever. This slippery revolting slide Down down down into the hole here! I’m on fire mom! More ice! Strawberries, sweet strawberries! Please, please something sweet, something Something cold, some ice Yes, ice for my parched tongue! I can still taste! I can still hear! But, but I can’t see. Dear God, where are you? Dear mother, I need you...

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His name is Timothy Hicks His work sure gives me the kicks He is a great sage Despite his young age He shows us poetry’s tricks He has an ambitious mind His posts are ever so kind He’s special to me And that’s plain to see I hope a sweet girl he’ll find If she will mess with his brain I’ll beat her up with my...

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My mama always told me that "Hicks in the sticks" was a thing way back when. Timeless as mortar and bricks. But who woulda thought that someday she'd marry one? Bet she didn't say hick no more, her name itself was now and pun. I'd always be jealous of other kids and their long and extravagant surnames. Mine might as well a cough or a...

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Bill beat them to death. Verbose and belligerent, banal and brilliant, Hicks would beat you with a joke until you weren’t sure it was funny any more. But you’d still laugh. Advertising advocates he indicated, would be best dealt with through suicide. Like lemmings, but really jumping. Clearly he can’t have so concisely come down on those poor cretins...

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