Picker Poems

Life Picker Upper

Kicking stones is one way to pass time 
Other times will be riding the bike
There are many ways that you can find 
Take a walk through town and see the signs 
Then going out on some friendly hike

Hanging with friends after the bell ring
Then playing some sports shortly after
And go to see the newest showing
Having

A Rag Picker

Sometime after midnight, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
	
The dawn is quietly breaking
Night lights still glimmer here and there
The blue firmament remains cloudless
And cool is the mild blowing air

The sleeping town is slowly waking up
And at this transitional point
I look out

Coconut Picker Artisan of Life

primal atavism
         northeastern artificer
         climb  coconut tree

The Waste Picker

She's a little girl aging nine or ten,
Short, serene, slim, with a look luminous;
Obtaining no formal education,
Possessing many a dream glorious;

At sharp five, every morning, her day dawns,
Her dirty sack she takes and off she goes;
Roads, rail tracks, parks, and even private lawns,
What will she get? And where? She never knows;

Parents long unwell and struggling

Compulsive Nose Picker

We watch Martha dig out buckets of stuff
From a nose that always has more than enough
Globs of boogers, and moogers, then she takes a sneeze.
We watch in fascination, as we eat our grilled cheese. 

She must be nervous or something the new guy says.
You think? I ask as I study his face; his name is

Rag-Picker :: Ladan

Rag-picker  (Poetic Form ::  LaDán )

Initial days of journalism, I got one
task to cover the rag-picker's life.
Met one boy in street, to learn what's being done.
As he talks, felt how life turns so rife.

His name was, say Nanku. Let's know strife
of life. Knows what to be done.
A big bag in hand, no time

A Picker of Note

A banjo picker elite I once used to be, 
Now my nose is the favorite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
The pickin' finger it soils
Let alone getting snots on my manly goatee

Broken Picker

A broken picker...
           
           has history of ignoring flashing red flags

                   when picking significant others  


April

A Picker Picker Who Picked the Wrong Picker

A picker picker who picked the wrong picker.
To bully the wrong victim.
Who's already thirsty to rip up flesh like a wolf.
Ripping up your insides to see what it's made off.
Since you like to be a bully to make yourself look cool.
Hunger to make you pay the price for being a bully.
This time it won't be

A Picker of Note

A banjo picker elite I once used to be, 
Now my nose is the favourite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
My pickin' finger gets soiled
Let alone snotty dripping on my manly goatee

Mr Nose Picker

Today 
I salute You
mr Nose picker
i know
you are a respectful man
in your corporate
big
with a little question mark 
after it
you pick your nose
everywhere
in the highway
behind the wheel
behind the desk
in your office
in the hallway
thinking you are alone
trust me
i always see you
picking your nose
which is already red
and no wonder big
like a huge awning
on a brick building
please stop it
go

She's a Picker

Stop picking your nose...

Why? it feels nice...

I'm watching you know!

And that doesn't make me think twice!

Silly woman, you astound me.

Lovely man, why do you stick around me?

'Cause you don't have a care in the world, and don't linger a second on others thoughts.

Then if you know me so well, why does me picking my nose

Quicker Liquor Picker Upper

Oh, give me a shot of that whiskey
     My life makes me need it so much
So, give me a shot of that whiskey
     And quickly, because I’m in a rush

The liquor, when quicker, is thrilling
     The feeling I get is found ease
So, quickly

Cherry Picker

she picked cherries,
and sometimes even berries,
she worked in plantations,
in sun that often shone hard,
she cared little for winters,
that often took her apart,
she had become adept at that,
and earned her day wages flat,
her fingers and reflexes,
had developed,
to the condition of cherries,
and sometimes of berries,
at which they needed to be picked,
her work was just this,
when she was

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