Short Licks Poems
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In Like Getting Our Licks
In we always do like getting our licks;
After reading plan prepared by politics;
Washed paws;
Lost cause;
With each other each part contradicts.
Jim Horn
My Persian LICKS with abandon
A cat with a mission in hand'en
When suddenly he chokes
HAIRBALLS stuck in his throat
And upchucks over me where I'm standin'!
Written on 5/20/2015
THANKS A LOT
It wasn’t the wife’s fault
She got rendered into salt
Yet what the Bible won’t tell us
Is why Lot gets so jealous
Witnessed a nearby cow
“That’s really some know how
The apex of all tricks
Turning humans to salt licks”
Smelly.
Stinky.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Silly.
Soothing.
Sickly.
Salty.
Soupy.
Saucy.
Slurpy.
Sloppy.
Special.
Saliva.
Michael Tor 9/3/2015
Dedicated to my dog
Toro who brings me
joy by his affectionate
kisses (otherwise known
as licks)
Form:
Dogs have gone on a romp
This would be okay if I trusted them
I know better
In seconds they are back
They have gone nowhere
Curious to see what I am doing
Beau licks my notebook
Never a good sign
I angle it away from his prying tongue
He has eaten nineteen notebooks already
rivets of grandeur
telecommunications
static blur
triple digits
percentage proof liquor
liquid licking her all over
much
lower
much
slower
coming closer to being solar
being filled with sexual energy
record this image
in the banks of your memory
every second, minute, hour even the centuries
sexy versions corrupting my circuitry
welcome to my written version of a sexy me
Suspended like a lemon drop
on the tongue of night
the moon melts
on the clarinets keys
Haze, ever present,
on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images
of sweet beginning
the howls of wolf..
as the sax soars
and the warmth of blood.
A firecracker night
sparks
spinning in lamplight
basking in blue velvet
humming with the whir
of cicada's
with the brushes
on top hats.
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks!
...for jazz people everywhere
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway,
he remembers those times
like it's just yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks.
Fluffy full or fine, my kitty-cat babies are fur lush soft
Ever kept styled with cutely rude contortions for sandpaper
Licks that make fur perfection which my cats often wish to
Include me with tongue tickle love giving me giggles ~
Nudged cat kisses are delivered as head butts to
Express their unconditional love that seeps my heart
Saturated with gratitude for my precious cat's sweet love.
The home office became synonymous with covid. Men built desks, for their wives, with their bare hands. Once again, a hammer and nails, took to a tree. Once again, and perhaps, for such a time as this, a husband found out just how hard at work his wife truly is.
—quote by poet
Taking Licks
Lily licks my hand
with tiny sandpaper tongue
as far as it goes
fur’s unruffled on desk shelf
on tenterhooks, daughter works
Our lives are like a Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Where each new day we get one lick.
Most days are sweet but oft we pucker,
Finding tartness as we near the stick.
We find some licks filled with madness,
On others the caramel we taste.
Some licks start with joyful gladness,
But later with sadness, licks are laced.
Adversity is a certainty so we tolerate,
For each day isn't filled with glowing.
When taste is waning its growing late,
It's about finished, if stick is showing.