Short Spike Poems
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Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
A Silly Poem
by Spike Milligan
It seems that no one will hire us
Whilst Trump and Pence spread the virus
From coast to coast
They love to boast
There is no way you can fire us!
Drip of melting wings,
love echo cuts low pulse wide,
spill of garnet inks
wisdom fallen from sky eyes,
love low leads to a heart's highs...
J.A.B.
SPIKE
There is nothing to overcome the greatest spike
Sometimes we are just the simple dike
Is there anything they can change to dislike
Let's talk about the worst pike
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 20, 2016
This man, his name was Spike
He wanted to ride a bike
But, he had no training wheels
It was like banana peels
Instead, he decided to hike
Heidi Sands
7/26/22
for Raining Cats & Dogs Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Christopher Delegans
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there was a black cat named spike
laid in the sunlight so quite
was fast as he fled
but soon knocked his head
now it's a liquid diet.
Like a faint glimmer of light,
reflecting off a falling drop of dew
A fragile sentiment of attraction
take your mind for a ride new
A clear bliss of sheer emotions
Bring your sorrows to a premature halt
But life is profound and attractions shallow
Reset to misery default
Spite
I write
You don't
Bite
That's alright
Check
Out broken
Glass
I broke
Through
Gotta go
To bed
Head before
You sleep
You love me
Fight
And take
It all out
On you
Don't get mad
Don't feel bad
I'm not letting
You in that easily
Not so quick
So step back
Form:
There is a man I really like
And that’s the bloke that they call Spike
Laughter is a healing balm
And when he used it it worked a charm.
To hide away the pain and strife
That he experienced in life
He exposed the crass absurdity
And did it with a degree of glee.
If you can make the despairing laugh
Then you have found a special path
I’ve said me piece now on your bike
I’d just like to thank the man called Spike.
Spike is my name as I stretch and yawn on this beautiful sunny morn
Poking my nose through leaves and debris I sniff the sweet Spring air
Inside my den I hibernate through winter’s cold away from harm
Kaleidoscopes of colour and warmth permeate my prickly skin
Enough of sleep I need to eat ~ hear my tum rumble as out I tumble
Written: 28th March 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
5th place
Contest A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
Sponsor Brian Strand
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