Long Snick Poems

Written for my friends son, bowling in the picture, for his 13th birthday. 05-13-2020


The sun is shining brightly, a special day has dawned
The spectators they have no idea, the fear that will be spawned
The captains...

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Tom, How is the truth of reality known? then again how real is your view.?
Can you see the himalayas from your bedroom window for instance? jane, well on a computer window; yes that is so.'

...

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Snick-woosh, rushing stream
Clink, gurgle, doppler shift
Glub then tinkle, drip drip
Crystal scrape metallic
A plastic click, pause, muffled hiss
Gurgle, snort, chuckle, snuff
Plink… Plink plink… Drizzle, drip, drizzle, drop
Coffee is brewing

Dry rustle, crinkle, pages on wood
Chock, thwock, slap,...

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A year ahead my skull was taken by a diatribe- storm
Her face formed a bead in an invisible dorm
That was right I did feel with a warm wet street
They pressed their seeds into salamander kit
The...

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It’s a hot and prickly gruel
It swirls and twirls while we fuel
Our weary head in our hands
The mindful world turned to sand

I snick the snack of bloated greed
Sell soul for bloodied coin to feed
And sword...

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(a swap quatrain rhyme)

She likes to nip; she likes to lick.
My foot might get a little prick.
I’ll see it’s her. That little pip!
She likes to lick. She likes to nip.

Attacking me with small cat teeth,
she...

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Imagine this.
I belong in a cage.
Imagine this. 
I’ve escaped.

Imagine this.
You’re to blame.
Imagine this.
I know your name.

Imagine this.
I live to kill you.
Imagine this.
I crave to still you.
To leave your body on the ground,
Bloody, destroyed, disemboweled.

Imagine this.
It...

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A dash of red
Sparkle of cream and white
And the battered ball has flown up and away
Soaring out of reach of the flying kite
Over the stately poplars
Beyond applauding stands
Mingling with sun and wind
and  the lazy...

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I crave sticky butter mint balls

Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties,  my  favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate

Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint...

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We're awoken
not ready
to awaken
another long,
long and dreary
weary
to the bones
day
to face.

circles
sat in circles
spoke
talked in circles

my
pain
any worse
than
any others?
and
did it
yours?

On
and on
day
after day
talked
an
talked

talking
or
just words
spilling
dribbling
out
to lie
on the floor
swept out
like cigarette
buts.

Paper cups
tiny
multi-coloured
speckles
like M&M's

mouth open
wide
spots
swallowed
all
gone

to bed
snick
the lock

start again
over
again tomorrow
and
tomorrow
and
tomorrow
.......
will it
END?...

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The playful snick, snack snickering.
A small little bite, nibble, lick.
As if there was never bad blood between us.
We giggle, goggle, oggle.
Over boys, celebrities, gossip.
Braiding hair, painting toes, looking at love and woes.
Never letting the impending...

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DON’T BE  A  TURKEY

O Tom, he has wisdom and marmite.
Others they like spreading delight-
ful vegemite,
which seems quite spite-
ful. Still Tom does think they’ll try a bite.

What think you, of stuffing a turkey?
You’d rather...

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