The home office became synonymous with covid. Men built desks, for their wives, with their bare hands. Once again, a hammer and nails, took to a tree. Once again, and perhaps, for such a time as this, a husband found out just how hard at work his wife truly is.
—quote by poet
Taking Licks
Lily licks my hand
with tiny sandpaper tongue
as far as it goes
fur’s unruffled on desk shelf
on tenterhooks, daughter works
Dogs have gone on a romp
This would be okay if I trusted them
I know better
In seconds they are back
They have gone nowhere
Curious to see what I am doing
Beau licks my notebook
Never a good sign
I angle it away from his prying tongue
He has eaten nineteen notebooks already
I had to make my escape quickly without fanfare
it is a wet day but that would not deter one of my pups from chasing me
Beau is a retriever, supposedly golden, but more white
He loves rain, being a water dog
I have already towel-dried him twice today
Beau loves that too!
He craves attention
Just like you, I tell my husband
Beau looks up from his licking and smiles
He is licking his Neverlands
Except I cannot do that, my husband replies
If you could, we could never have company again, I tell him
They raced to Dick’s Bakery to buy his wares
He was hilarious, and sometimes full of swears
They bought his cakes, scones, muffins and pies.
Don’t know why, said Gram, rolling up her eyes.
He licks the spoon, he licks the bowl. Yes it is so.
Then he puts the spoon back in. Oh no! Oh no!
I went to see what the big deal was all about and saw Dick.
Came out holding frosted muffins with lemon frosting thick.
He licks the soon! He licks the bowl! Grandma said. It is so!
I did not care because these muffins had an amazing glow.
They tasted marvelous, as I am sure that you probably know.
Because I saw you in Dick’s Bakery too, Grandpa Joe.
THANKS A LOT
It wasn’t the wife’s fault
She got rendered into salt
Yet what the Bible won’t tell us
Is why Lot gets so jealous
Witnessed a nearby cow
“That’s really some know how
The apex of all tricks
Turning humans to salt licks”
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 dog that wants to eat the fantastic, famous frog he found in the loud, lost log
the funny, fat frog he found in the large, long log
the dank, different dog that lick the fake, fine frog he found in the loving, loyal log
the depressing, dark dog that licks the furry, frightening frog he found in the lit, little log “bark” “ribbit-ribbit rip” Swhoop YUM….
11/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Fluffy full or fine, my kitty-cat babies are fur lush soft
Ever kept styled with cutely rude contortions for sandpaper
Licks that make fur perfection which my cats often wish to
Include me with tongue tickle love giving me giggles ~
Nudged cat kisses are delivered as head butts to
Express their unconditional love that seeps my heart
Saturated with gratitude for my precious cat's sweet love.
In Like Getting Our Licks
In we always do like getting our licks;
After reading plan prepared by politics;
Washed paws;
Lost cause;
With each other each part contradicts.
Jim Horn
I’ve Taken My Licks
Written: by Tom Wright
1/19/2013
Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick;
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick;
We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we will taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness licks are laced.
Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn’t filled with glowing.
When taste is waning it’s growing late,
It’s about finished, if stick is showing.
a couple of licks
and I'm in Thanksgiving mode
pumpkin pie delight !
So I
Took
My licks
And stayed
And why
Did I not
Question
Why
slithering snakes run silent
sleeping snakes lay deadly
awakened venom ready
while reigning as prone giants
breathe upright fools gather tolls
exhale hate and hued discord
bow in ranks to thy dark lord
ascending dust; marching trolls
march riotous foolery
spew venomous rhetoric
slither fork-tongued heretics
confess inflamed schoolery
o’ taste and see politics
halls unjust, wall-smears dark read
blood-soaked tiles seep pus instead
walking snakes hiss for boot-licks
Smelly.
Stinky.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Silly.
Soothing.
Sickly.
Salty.
Soupy.
Saucy.
Slurpy.
Sloppy.
Special.
Saliva.
Michael Tor 9/3/2015
Dedicated to my dog
Toro who brings me
joy by his affectionate
kisses (otherwise known
as licks)
My Persian LICKS with abandon
A cat with a mission in hand'en
When suddenly he chokes
HAIRBALLS stuck in his throat
And upchucks over me where I'm standin'!
Written on 5/20/2015
rivets of grandeur
telecommunications
static blur
triple digits
percentage proof liquor
liquid licking her all over
much
lower
much
slower
coming closer to being solar
being filled with sexual energy
record this image
in the banks of your memory
every second, minute, hour even the centuries
sexy versions corrupting my circuitry
welcome to my written version of a sexy me
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