Short Tics Poems

The clock tics upon the wall 
Planning the day 
To kill us all...

Read More

advanced knight pawn blocks
different tics on their clocks…
chessmen in a box
 

Robb A. Kopp
© Nov.13.2012...

Read More

Have Been Trigger Happy

Has been know to have a horse named Trigger;
Actually is happy because his horse is bigger;
A blatant lie,
Will pass by;
Was ticked off after being bitten by a chigger.

Jim Horn

Leaver it up to chiggers and tics....

Read More

well p.d.

some poets seem quite insane,
i doubt myself, is it just left brain?
and lonesome helps me write betwixt,
being dumped or just a poor halfwit,

but let poetry explain? 
put words out there again.
i see a lot of pain right here,
amongst the soupers words appear,

so i'm not alone in this mist,
here with some lovely loony tics,
sublime....

Don Johnson...

Read More

Slamming back from a pedigree
Feather weights accentuate
Dodge and dart, meditate

Throw down the majesty
Standing statue to lumbering birds
Grotesque reflects off the shin bone

Moses parting the red sun
Hauling banquets with captors
Captives sling up the frozen masters

Atomic beats streaking spleens
Intestinal with pesicide, the tics grow dreams
Split to dull gather, sending cinders...

Read More

I came out of the poem
carrying certain words,
planning to use them
inside my own poetry.

When I tried that,
my half-completed work
began to scratch itself 
like a dog with tics.

They were really good words,
but they were sounds -
just pretty sounds.

In the end I shook my shaggy head
and wrote only plain words instead.
Ugly bugs, 
but they won’t itch....

Read More

ain’t it strange the human brain ~ as an organ itself can feel no pain 

stab it slice it smash it to bits ~ will feel not a thing but spasm and fit

   yet brains process that nagging itch ~ formication to be filthy rich

stroke of luck for pain unfelt ~ crawling sensation of poor bards wealth 

from tics and twitches to iou’s ~ this rhymester pays his monthly dues 


By
David Kavanagh...

Read More

I wear my clothes with dignity
My white lace shirt over my knees
I smile my smile to the one who sees
I am this boy, their eyes on me
I smile again for I don't care
For me no shame, I've been there

Too much is labelled, boxed away
My wheelchair, stutter, facial tics
No more of hiding, for me no fix
Accept me or not, I will stay
I smile again for I don't care
For me no shame, I've been there...

Read More

After reading a well-known poem 
I came away from it
carrying certain words,
planning to use them
inside my own scribblings.

When I tried that,
my half-completed muse
began to scratch itself
like a dog with tics.

They were really good words,
but they were sounds -
just pretty sounds.

In the end I shook my shaggy head
and wrote only plain words instead.
Ugly bugs,
but they won’t itch later on....

Read More

PUT YOUR FOOTLE OUT YOUR MOUTH

Fred said
Fred read

Foot itch
Boot stitch

Toe jam
Bo Tam

Stinky socks
Tics-tocks

4 eyes
5 toes

Wear boots
Bare roots

Foot kiss
Root missed

Tasted like
Rusted bike

Walk miles
Talk trials

Said much
Lips touch

yakiti yak!
yakiti yak!

you've done 
too much

Fred said
Fred said

put your
foot out
your mouth???


3/2/18
Written Words by James Edward Lee ©2018...

Read More

Tic... In just this moment
(adjusted for time)
its movements drift forward and toward a tic then toc with trending motions set ever correct with its ticking tock sound 
its now
then and then
past tense
again and ever again moving with perpetual motion tick
ever swerving to someplace,
tock 
casting shadows 
sweeping  hands course a forewarning
of what is to come.
toc, tic toc, tic and still with all the tics and tocs
its just this moment as always....

Read More

Sweet floral wine aged with a fine distinction
permeates violet fluorescence through the air 
silenced souls and the years cut into the night
and wrapped about the pinkest moon  reunite

Love held at bay bringing life to weathered sails
under whispered breath and last nights first kiss
eyes widen with each anxious glance embraced
as time slowly tics hearts become gallantly graced

Flushed with feelings captured in a glow anew 
It's never, never too late for a love that is true...

Read More