Short Nicked Poems

Eavesdropping, not smart
A pile builds in the garden
The knife nicked his heart...

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          Claws 
         nick me
healing my ailment;
 A quick love bite
          playful....

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There once was a girl called Maud
Who once had commited some fraud
But she moved round so quick
She never got nicked
And she prayed every day to the lord!...

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There was once a lady called Mable
Whose knickers were up to her navel
Her cupboards were bare
There was no underwear
So she nicked them from where she was able...

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There once was a brash barmaid named Belle
Her virtue she would selflessly sell
	she was nicked by the cops
	for illegal house stops
She now spends her spare time in a cell...

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Here lies James Jacob McInerny
Died of hemorrhoids at forty-three
Sick of something nobody gave,
Scratched himself into an early grave
Nicked his bud while trying to shave.

Written November 6, 2022...

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My Claws Were Nicked

Remember when my claws were nicked,
And then some other ones I had picked;
He was scratched,
By claws attached;
As usual again Trump off was ticked.

Trump thinks he is a saint,
Which he sure as heck ain't.

Jim Horn...

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Time is a rusted blade
Ripping when it cuts
Bone, and fat and guts.

Life is a tragic clown’s charade
Time’s nicked knife will slash;
Props, and back-drops, crash.

Only proud puppets never fade:
Sawdust hearts survive,
Deathless, unalive....

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There was once a sweet gal named Mary
  Whose face and legs were kind of hairy
            She shaved once a week
        One day she nicked her cheek
Had to get shaving advice from Larry





















4-11-17
Alexis Y....

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My bestie friend is always in my heart
Knew we would from the start
We clicked and nicked.
Sucked and swallowed
Crazy days and nights that followed
Nina and Ma’s and pinching cars
and having carverys down the starr
People say we both berserk that
 Lisa-Jane Costigann and Rachel Ruthless Turk...

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I got ripped
Then I tripped 
Not the one you call a stumble

Read the script
Then I flipped
We were headed for a rumble

First I kicked
And got nicked
My mind was in a jumble

She was red lipped
And unzipped
She took me for a tumble

She was a Pict
That I picked
An ancient kind of people...

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Plates and saucers 
quietly in attendance 
behind the cupboard doors
lick their faded flowers
inside borders service nicked
as time ticks 
off the kitchen clock.

Pile smoothed dish towels
lie in neatly folded rows
as a checkered mate
doubles over the ice box
handle with nothing to dry
but a mother’s tears
for days gone by....

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The carpenter at rest recalled
The tools he left within a wall
So by night he paid a call
Too swift extract his treasure

His saw so deftly blasted through
It jerked and nicked his favorite tool
Just bellicose a real fool
At least he missed the jewels

The nurses laughed a lot inside
The carpenter, he nearly cried
The only damage to his pride
The doctor patched his tool...

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A small vial,
I’ve nicked it,
A bottle of tequila,
Aren’t I a delinquent,

My heart is racing
Against my mind,
What a craze
To be foolish and hungry,

Must be clever,
even more cunning,
I’ll Regret this forever?
Never know ‘till I try…

Can’t forget the promise
I’m leashed to,
Said I wouldn’t again...
Now where to?
	
Maybe i’ll just tell him,
He’s doing the same kinda,
Even last night,
He told me if I felt up to it…
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Lucky wasn’t.
Lucky was his nickname.
Lucky played around.
Lucky sunk his head into the dresser.
Knock Knock.
“Who’s there?”
The bed stopped rocking
and answered the emergency call.
The next day was sunny
and Brother D was working.
Brring…brring…
Yes, Lucky wasn’t.
He played around the recliner
and nicked his knee.
“What do you mean it’s another emergency?”
Twice in twenty-four, he scored.
Lucky was his nickname.
Lucky wasn’t.
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The empty scared pitcher
Nicked, cracked, and in need of paint
Trying to fill it with water 
It leaked on the sink

Spilling forth to wet
The surfaces and the floor
A little prayer to God above
Filled the pitcher with his love

Now repaired and just like new
Water pours forth
Not spilling on the floor
But going forth to people who

Are also filled and repaired
Now they do not despair
But let their water overflow
Others are touched because it shows...

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