Long Nickers Poems

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Loaded up and gassed
Got a four-day pass
Ramblin' in the Rockies
...Coquihalla holiday

Crested o’er the pass
Hope the brakes’ll last
Needle Peak behind me
...Coquihalla holiday

Driver’s turnin’ pale
Down the Devil’s Tail
To Othello. It's a mother.
...Coquihalla holiday

Evening shadows fade
Running down grade
Almost got it made
...Coquihalla holiday

Morning shining in
Y’oughta see my grin
It’s heaven past eleven
...Coquihalla holiday

Appaloosa pony
A meadow in the morning 
Nickers at the flicker 
...Coquihalla holiday

Cabin In the pines
Think I’ll wet myself a line
Cakes and bacon fryin’
...Coquihalla holiday

Bonfire burning bright
Tamarack alight
Purple sunset fades
...Coquihalla holiday 

Okanagan moon
Listening to the loon 
Coyote start to croon
...Coquihalla holiday

Hockey on my radio 
Oilers putting on a show
Win it in a shout-out
...Coquihalla holiday

Kokanee on ice 
Cubans are my vice
“Dominos or dice?”
...Coquihalla holiday

Me and Lady Missy
Getting kind of pissy
Sipping on that whiskey
...Coquihalla holiday 

All that I can say,
A Canuck can have a day
Relaxin’ in the mountains
...Coquihalla holiday





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© Ken Rone  

when the storms blow in
I cradle your bones
flesh pressed upon flesh  
moments of high electricity  
as sky begins her show  
  
I empty my bottle    
and you yours  
twin peaks permeate  
the choir of your haze  
   
I stand in the music    
your smokey comfort  
pondering my wasted life,
til now  
caressing your femina    
   
addiction pulls me closer  
stuttering across ancient memories  
noticing nothing  
   
my mind wanders forward  
undeveloped  
undressed in thought  
nickers tossed    
towards the stage  
 
I sing on    
staring deeply    
into what I dually crave  
those forever eyes

© Ts Poetry  

Someone must have hacked in to my email,
had unsolicited invite from a pretty looking girl,
Dark black hair She called herself ‘racy kitten’
nickers in her right hand, she wore only mittens!

I strained my eyes to see what she wanted,
If clothes were her need, martha’s won’t fit her,
Although old, in her seats,Martha was gifted,
We couple would won’t know what else to give her!

Martha came along and stood beside me,
‘Oh Dear! She said ‘what do we have here?’
“If she doesn’t get inside she is sure to catch cold,
Stop messing with your phone, and do as you are told!”

She brought me my glasses so I could see better,
She said that girl could do with a sweater,
“Put your dentures on and come for breakfast,
stop wasting the morning, it is already half past!”

© Krish Radhakrishna  

I am a cartoonist, an artist, a painter, and I do a little poetry.
Competitive? You dare not imagine.
I have had the best word over 900 weeks
I spend four to six hours a day playing word chum
Decorating my avatar in costumes that cost real money

Yes, I am a spend thrift
I buy whatever I want whenever I want
I feel I deserve it
I worked until I was 72
that’s a lot of working
the driving was a nightmare
forty-five minutes to an hour each way every day

I no longer drive
Pajamas are my go-to clothes
I am a recluse
living with two dogs the size of elephants
They should be outside in barns; they are in the living room
lying with their feet up and their nickers showing

I do not care for discipline
I was never any good at it
A child wants chocolate cake for breakfast
fine.
I had to practice saying no
It has not helped
I am no good at that either

I am a small-town girl
we will do whatever we can to get you to love us
do your laundry, your dishes, your taxes
take your husband to the vet
whatever it takes
liking us is not enough
we want everyone to love us
it is a small-town girl trait.

© Caren Krutsinger