Lickings Poems - Poems about Lickings

...Though sapient vision limps short, And digs no eye into nirvana's fort; Albeit most vivid dream’s flips stop, Instinct excels where iffy triers flop. And that sharper divining seer tells Swe......

Continue reading...

...Hear that?... It is the sound of the beat. Of course one may say... but it's all so sweet. Guh - guh - guh- guh... such a rhythmic beat. Not to run on, so from the heart I'll speak. Friends can often......

Continue reading...

...As They Danced Incognito From where I sat that night in 1971, I could see in the distance south LA, Lit up like grounded stars in black mud; As a rude wind brushed up against me, I saw you we......

Continue reading...

...Midnight Appraisals The overhead street lamp was our only illumination, As night shielded our concealed touchings within the moment, Yet we saw light in the eyes of the stars as they watched us......

Continue reading...

...The skillet’s on the old wood stove And mamma’s frying chicken The aroma is driving us crazy As we know it’s finger licking Sister’s setting the table Daddy’s reading the news Johnny’s ......

Continue reading...

...To the theater went bold Mary Brown for her sweetness she's surely renown then she salted her corn when her date wanted **** Now he lies in the aisle quite facedown.......

Continue reading...

...Life’s Ikat Weave by Odin Roark There was once another him Oh he was the same flesh and bones He even kept track of both his names One for the stage One for the IRS That other him The ......

Continue reading...

...Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard-core. Evermore, heart ticking, he goes on. They don’t make his model any more. Not cut out for college, he gathered lore in his craft; h......

Continue reading...

...THE FACT REMAINS They need to have an excuse or else they look guilty so they choose a group who seem easy pickings and so they go after the deep pockets then decide to give them and their mana......

Continue reading...

...He stared me frozen; stiff as a board. A long hard stare; a gawk, as frigid as hoarfrost. A cold stare, as cruel as words. Eyes know my father’s smile, as broad as imagination. That stare,......

Continue reading...

...WORDS ARE SO.... WONDERFUL USE IN POETRY. THEY FLOW AND GROW WITH CONSISTENCY....... POETRY CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH AND CRY AT THE SAME TIME, AND ALL THE WORDS RHYME ON A DIME. A POET HAS A MIND ......

Continue reading...