Ze French, they are haughty
Kremlinites, vulgar, crude
Le artiste charcoal sketches
in the unvarnished nude
Brits keep a stiff upper lip
Pointy-shoed Italians think they are hip
Ukrainians fight like the dickens
their stockpiles reduced to slim pickens
Categories:
pickens, culture, image, people, war,
Form: Rhyme
Book One -- Dr. Manette's stricken
Pace quickens...
Book Two -- Monseigneur's predictions
Plot thickens...
Book Three -- Revolution kicks in
Guillotine sickens
Denouement -- Dueling vixens
Crucifixion
Characterization -- Miss Pross is no chicken
Major Criticisms -- Slim pickens
Critics' Rating - Timeless fiction
Book & Author -- Tale of 2 Cities ~ Charles Dickens
Categories:
pickens, history, literature, satire,
Form: Monorhyme
They wait, deep down in the red earth,
covered from the yellow, Wyoming sun,
like Tom Horn, a while ago,
but deeper than he, not the same,
they wouldn’t kill for fun,
and the bored army busies itself beneath;
their mind-numbing repetition unclear,
but the fear, the fear stays, keeping them
on their toes and best behavior
and the specters of the cattle barons, and
rustlers and Geronimo, wonder at these busy
ants underground, eating, sweating, filling in
a thousand forms;
I wonder, do they write poems?
“Here I sit in my rocket-chair, wondering
what’s happening way up there, on the prairie;
while down here, I tick the charts and ponder,
how it would feel to turn the key, turn the key,”
blah, blah, blah….or perhaps they have
chess clubs and baby showers and tense
debating thrills, and Buddy Rich, jazz hours
between the mind-numbing shifts and drills;
and there’s a Slim Pickens, ride- em- cowboy
move still, next to every lady-soldier’s heart,
while another day on the wide-open, God’s gift
prairie passes by;
and up above, in the dawn light, Tom and Geronimo
ride by the metal hatch singing;
“I got you under my skin,”
Categories:
pickens, history, humor, psychological,
Form: Free verse
What if everything
was
Rehearsed?-
Are we really living
in reverse?
Martin Luther King
never had a dream,
Michael Jordan
never won a ring,
Mahalia Jackson
never chose to sing,
Black Egyptians
were never kings-
-This cold world
is not judged by race,
Trayvon Martin's incident
never took place,
Neil Armstrong
Never went to space,
Steven Bradbury
Never won
First place,
The word Love
Really means Hate
So to do
good deeds-
Should one
become Irate?
What if heaven
was really hell
Nicest spot
in your town
is a jail cell-
Guys don't judge
based on flesh-
Jesse Pickens
is not the best..
Categories:
pickens, black african american,
Form: Free verse
I know you don't fancy my advances,
slim pickens don't describe my better chances.
Got a snowball's chance in hell,
but it fits me just as well,
I know we'll see Armageddon.
But, I've yet to learn my place,
I will try to win your gaze.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
I know you picture me revoltin’,
and you despise my goin’ through the motions.
You threw out my best bouquet,
there's always next Valentines Day,
I know we'll see Armageddon.
'Cause I know that come what may,
I would do it anyways.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
When the land drys up, and the damn goes bust,
we will see Armageddon.
But, no matter what the case,
come the day the end of days.
-I'll have you in Armageddon.
When the sky begins to fade, and becomes the Judgment day,
we will see Armageddon.
As he wash away the sin,
you'll see a smile upon my grin,
because the fire and the ash,
can't distract my one thought that,
when the Lord wants it all back,
I will take solace in this fact...
I'll be with you in Armageddon!
Categories:
pickens, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Uncles and Aunts standing all around
So many I love yous, I feel i could drown
I take one step forward, I take two steps back
Im bombarded by people who just want to yack
Cheeks that are aflame from the pinching they've endured
From elderly relatives saying how much ive matured
From Rowdy young boys playing ball in the fields
To old ball capped men conversing on this years crop yield
Grandkids lining up and sitting side by side
Bubbling with exitement to go on a tractor ride
From corn on the cob to down home fried chicken
No where else could you find such good pickens
As we gather together and in thankful union we pray
I know that i will always remember these family reunions as special days
Categories:
pickens, family
Form: I do not know?
My cheap wine is the only thing I buy
I'm so broke I can't afford to cry
I'm so deep in debt, such a long way to get out
The in debt blues is what I'm singing about
I work for the man, I'm as poor as can be
I have no chair, no couch or tv
You can never win, if you always lose
I've got them bad, the in debt blues
Debt relief says give them a call
I'm so stressed I light my last Pall Mall
I need help, so many bills, I'm so confused
Someone please help me get rid of those in debt blues
Cabinets are empty, not a crumb in the house
Slim pickens for all, including a mouse
Cabbage water to drink, cabbage to eat
I can't recall the last time I tasted meat
No socks and worn out shoes
I just can't seem to walk away from those in debt blues
Bill collectors calling me each and every day
You have to face up to your issues, can't just run away
now I'm reaching out, hope it's not too late
I pray I haven't sealed my own fate
I ask what is a broke and poorly educated man to do
Let me cleanse myself and wash away these in debt blues
Categories:
pickens, people, sad, social, song-urban,
Form: Ballad
There is so many kittens.
How do I chose from the pickens.
Which one will fit in my mitten.
They all look mighty smitten.
Even though their from different litters.
They say some of the kittens are from Britain.
Meowing and purring is all you hear.
All of them wanting a home.
Their all sittin in a row.
Getting ready to go.
I’ll take that little one.
He will be named Leviton.
So let it be written.
That he is my kitten.
Categories:
pickens, animals, children, pets,
Form: I do not know?