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i meant
((thump))
cowgirl
yeah i (((thump)))
(((lump)))
did
JIM SITS WITH HIS NEW
DOG LICK SHE SITS AT JIMS
FEET WATCHING HIS WIFE EAT
JIM SAYS LICK DOESN'T MIND
BEING SECOND SHE'S
USE TO IT FROM HER OLD
OWNERS EVERY MOVE JIM
MAKES LICK MAKES WAGGING
HER JET BLACK TAIL JIM GOT
HER AFTER HIS DOG DIED HE
ENJOYS ALL THE LICKS FROM
HIS NEW DOG SIT LICK STAY
LICK FINALLY JIM PICKS UP
HIS GUITAR JUMP LICK JUMP
LICK JUMPS HIGH LICK JUMPS
LOW HOW LOW CAN LICK GO
As I walk the beach,
I ask what will you teach?
The waves lick my feet,
with a white foam so sweet.
Sand promises to do and see,
is this the magic key?
I look back to see my footprints,
cool and refreshing as a mouth full of mints.
The sand of tan and water so blue,
your promises were always new.
The witching hour draws near
(whatever that implies)
Your breath reeks of stale beer
I cringe when you ask me for a kiss
(from my virgin lips?!)
~ First take a lick of this… *
______________________________
*Of course, you already referred back
to the title, didn't you? You didn't need
my little reminder. (Heh-heh).
Gotta get out and about
I’m gonna lick this lethargy
What’s holding me back
is an utter lack of energy
No pep talks, coffee, drugs
or food on a platter for me
Frankly, it all comes down to
mind over matter, you see
politics
is strictly for hicks
in French Lick
______________________
population: 1,720 (2020)
1807 (2010)
famous for: home of Larry
Bird, one of the greatest
basketball players in NBA
history, aka 'The Hick from
French Lick!'
You end up
Enjoying and loving it so much
You are willing to
Scratch away
And lick at it
Like Catnip
Chocking you on furr ball's
Stuck permanently in your throat
Like the worst kind of chest infected phlegm
You will never forget always remember
Like people of old who used to smoke coughed
The way one day you may yourself
End up as well
If you don't heed the warning signs
Everywhere
Legend of goat man of pop lick trestle
prominent in the stories of mountain folk
blue grass anomaly seen by a few
chilling bluegrass spotters who become hypnotized
some local hillbillies affected jump off the trestle
landing a hundred feet below on sharp gravel
terrifying to passengers of oncoming train
he uses voice mimicry to lure many to their deaths
common story in floyd, Kentucky
known by few newcomers or interlopers
shared by old timers in hushed whispers
waitress listens and rolls her eyes at their tale
A lady who shops at the mall
Bought a bra a wee bit too small
Because she has more
Her cups runneth o'er
The Pride goeth before a fall
Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an
old smock, branded with dashes and
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry
splashes my medals –
like coral reefs
like florescent algae
a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting brush...somewhat
sad when all is dried and
framed; yet the good ones
remain tacky to the touch,
delightfully smeary to
the eye~like the wetted
hands of children, bringing their
innate patterns into active focus --
I think, when it comes to poetry
the ocean will never be entirely
emptied: what mysterious lyrics
lurk in such black, unrhymed depths –
by the magma-vents, like moths
writers are drawn to eerie glows,
shadowy forms~dauntless, ready to
risk even death for fiery licks
and rapturous cuddles....
Another afternoon of horrid heat.
I need to chill with sweet ice cream.
Homemade, with ripe strawberries.
Hand churned takes time, but it's the best.
My tongue will lick the paddle clean
then I'll put three scoops in a frosted dish.
I'm not greedy but can't resist the temptation.
So worth the wait and all the cranking labor
for such a refreshing dessert!
One last plump berry perched on top.
I'm beginning to drool. It's time to go.
I have to eat quickly, before it melts.
Chop! Chop!
June 21, 2022
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
dog sits on my lap
licking my face and my ears
now I've had my bath
Some Babycham and Irish Mist
May smooth the way to being kissed
Score one for Mabel
Under the table
Though it looks like she kissed and missed . . . .
Biting my paws
as my other leg goes
Snufflle turns
to insect hunt
A noise deserves a bark
She moved i have to follow
Turn and turn
Perfect position found
sprawled on ground
Chasing everything in my dream
a whine before
a gentle hand gives comfort
a lick retort
autumn ~ a rose licks the frost off the wind
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