Short Knick Poems
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Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!
9-8-17
Baubles and bangles
doo-dads and what-nots
Trinkets and knick-knacks
don't stir my pot...
Excitement, adventure
discovery, peril
Launch me over Niagara Falls
pulling levers in a barrel
I do not love you and I never will
Your face and lines read like a book from hell
You stamp out the light from the stars above
And proceed to consume the souls of love
I refuse to concede to all your whims
By grace I escaped in the knick of time
Rum tum timpy tappy tum tum tum
Rum tum tippy tampy tum.
I flip tiddle winkies with my thumb
Rum tum winky wappy wum.
Ring rang nippy nappy tee tie toe
Rag tag sticky taffy yum
I flick tiddle winkles high-dee-hoe
Knick knack deedle dyddle dum.
I found a picture
Cracked and covered in dust
I found it in a box
Taped tightly shut
I found a few knick-knacks
And fought back tears
I found some supplies
And fixed the photograph
Even in death
Your smile is radiant
Even in death
You give me strength
The crispness of your knife goes snick!
Cutting up my dreams like celery,
To make hors d’oeuvres that you, Time, pick
And gobble till you’ve swallowed me.
But while you cut, your blade will knick
Hard upon my iron bone;
It trims me to the very quick—
But still, my skull will dull its hone.
Dance of a spring storm brought some rain along
Sparkling mountain tops with glitters of charms
Decorating foothill trees with fluffs of knick-knacks
Caressing blooming plants with respect from heart
Adding further to rivers, reservoirs, creeks and ponds
Carrying exuberance to rejoice, appreciate and dance
Man's best friend
in need of a feed
is a friend indeed
so
with a knick-knack here
and a paddywhack there
give your mutt a bone
pat your pet
cuddle your canine
canoodle with your poodle
or smooch your pooch
and he'll hound you
'til the cows come home
wagging his tail behind him
I Weep
From childhood I revered them
Huge chunks of gray magnificence
Now my home holds their image
in herds of knick knacks
I am old and almost dead
My elephants are fading too
Man has stalked them
Hunted them
Stolen their habitat
One of God's
most noble creatures
Loving and faithful sentinels
who face extinction
I pray I go first
Today I feel unreal.
‘Decohered.’
Like a suitcase full of writings
and knick-knacks and scribbles
torn asunder.
Splintered.
And the collection that was contained
therein can no longer interact
in the same manner.
But then calmly you sit
and take into yours my hand
so that one thing remains-
I want to stay here.
How can we give to the Temple of God
when the whole world belongs to Him
We, His temporary custodians
on this earth while we've vigor and vim
Seems to me God wants a place in our hearts
that we build Him a home right there from the start
For the gift that He desires is the gift of ourselves
Not knick-knacks selected from hardware store shelves
The Two of Us
Just the two of us together as one
Just the two of us facing the morning sun
Just the two of us jogging along just fine
You turned to look the other way
And almost crossed that line
I snatched your leash in the knick of time
You show me your love by wagging your tail
I show you mine by filling your pail
We are together for all to see
We are together for eternity
Form:
The Gay Woman
My best friend is lesbian we get along
like a house on fire and her office is
not cluttered with flowers and knick knacks.
I do not have to kiss her when we meet,
a firm handshake is enough.
I live in a country where women cut you up
in traffic, want you to give way because
they are females. And it is tiring to always
be the gentleman...and I remember a sentence
from Pygmalion by Bernard Shaw:
“Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”
i can't just say
four words and
then remain
sigh lent
so though you sent
me that word
i must doe re
me spond
whackadoo but
whackadon't and
let's not forget
knick knack patty
whack but you
have to ask
yourself
how much
wood could a
woodchuck
chuck if a
wood
chuck
would
chuck
wood
i will give you
the answer as
soon as i give
one hundred
monkeys one
hundred type
writers with
paper and
pray
not to
get an
output
of
shake
speare
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