Tangy sweethearts blended so well,
lemonade and love a fine mix;
Leisurely pour or a quick fix,
sugar and a bang will dispel;
Our flavors make each other swell;
Shaken hard with red and white sticks,
tangy sweethearts;
We ‘get’ each other we just gel;
Becoming ride or die sidekicks
adds mischief to our bag of tricks;
A lovely chill at once befell,
tangy sweethearts.
Categories:
sidekicks, emotions, feelings, love, romance,
Form: Other
Maurie had been given worst assignments
But most had been easier than this one
They had saddled him with two sidekicks
Cats who hissed and spat at the moon.
The moon was not in the mood for it either.
He kept asking Maurie to take his leave.
But his task was to lull the moon to sleep.
He stayed, fighting off the annoying cats.
The mandolin is amazing for a minstrel.
It gave him the oomph he needed.
He remained calm, and the moon slept.
Also, the pesky cats. Mission accomplished.
Categories:
sidekicks, cat, snow,
Form: Free verse
I am wrapped in shame
Like the garden path lined by wilted roses
And their thorny sidekicks.
As I pluck in frustration,
Pulling prickly forgiveness from my dungarees
The garden fence shrinks into the dirt.
But I don’t want the neighbours to see my front lawn,
Not just yet.
At least until the winter is over
And the pruning is done.
What if I were to see shame
As though it were a lady beetle
Even during the peak cold?
She is forgiven for allowing her to express beauty in that present moment.
I am never angry at her for daintily dancing across my arm.
I am angry at myself for not pruning those roses sooner, though.
Categories:
sidekicks, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
i agree
when you walk towards me
do not worry about anything
he is gonna flip
a friend of mine is free again
after eighteen years in captivity
a pair of fists can be the worst of tyrants
a pair of feet can be the coldest of sidekicks....pun intended
an uneducated mouth can be unexpectedly toxic killer
do not cry
you will mess up your makeup
you did the right thing by Letting God this time
he is worth the effort
she has the confidence in her walk again
her eyes have that look like 'i can do anything'
her fearless presentation is back in full swing
i always knew that in time she would win
now you are making me cry
i did nothing but be your friend regardless
do not hug me too long
i think i just heard him drive up
have fun, dear friend, you deserve Happyness like everyone else
Categories:
sidekicks, beautiful, friend, growing up,
Form: Free verse
(OIL PAINTING 1)
Brothers on the beach,
Seaside in reach,
The two amigos,
Blood brother bros,
Fraternals and kin,
Pals and companions,
Sidekicks and playmates,
Coastline siblings,
Buddies in the shingles,
A forever brother band,
Golden memories of the strand.
Categories:
sidekicks, beach, brother, children, fun,
Form: Free verse
Angels! ! !
Pristine they are,
Angels are our aegis.
Angels are our confidants,
Confidants who know what we want!
Angels are sidekicks!
Angels! ! !
Legends they are,
Who work around the clock?
I prefer calling them enthusiasts.
Angels are our seekers.
Angels! ! !
Heroes they are,
In tragedy, angels consume us to keep heart and have hope!
Angels are victors!
Angels are noble!
Let's accolade angels.
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Categories:
sidekicks, faith,
Form: Bio
Old Western movies in black and white,
with the use of sepia to color night.
Our hero rides in with his trusty sidekick,
able to tame the wild town right quick.
But not without his sidekicks comic relief
and a big shoot out, with a cattle thief.
They speed up the film for the chase scenes.
There's always the love triangle it seems.
Will our hero choose the bawdy saloon singer?
Or the ranchers daughter, harassed by the gunslinger?
It really doesn't matter, because we all know,
in the end our hero rides off into the sunset alone.
Categories:
sidekicks, nostalgiahero, , western,
Form: Rhyme
To you whose whispers are concealed from the rest of the world,
Stabbing backs with your sidekicks,
And doing to others what you wouldn't permit done to you.
Judging character where there's not enough known to judge.
Concealing your ugliness with a mask of false kindness.
But no one can persecute only you for this crime,
For it is us all, the entire human race.
Our blood is poisoned with this disease,
Which will bring us all down in the end.
Categories:
sidekicks, introspection, life, people, ,
Form: Blank verse
Rabbit was my turtle who never won a race
Red is my fish but he's blue in the face
And I love my pets but they do no tricks
So I play all day and sleep at night with my sidekicks
My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha! My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!
Sometimes we stand on bricks, play swords with sticks
Sometimes we have tools for fixin', lollipops for lickin'
But when it's time quit and switch, they're still my fav clique
My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha! My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha! (Chorus)
Smokey is my cat and I love him too
Got a little kitty, named her Crystal blue
And another fish in a bowl I call Fins
But they do no tricks, so I play with my sidekicks again
I got Teddy and Roy and my bulldog Bully
And at bath time I get to dunk my pal Sully
Then there's Croc but is he an alligator
And Fishy is orange, before I see you later
I gotta tell ya Mr. Duck is now Mr. Quacks
But my favs of all time is Tang Tang and Scratch
And though they're stuffed animals~ they do all the tricks
Like my play friend Jerry- they're my sidekicks
(Chorus)
A Song for my son Caleb at age 4
Categories:
sidekicks, funny, music, pets, son,
Form: Ballad
Those days of faithful sidekicks have all but passed us by,
We’d rather watch car crashes or someone blown sky-high.
Playing the second fiddle was Gabby’s first jackpot:
For Tom Tyler, Hoppy, Roy and even Randolph Scott.
But in a world gone loco and too-filled with this and that,
We still wonder what became of Gabby Hayes’ hat.
He was the shabby coot we could barely comprehend,
But when all the chips were down, we knew just who to send.
His hat was folded back, dog-eared, battered and threadbare—
Rough and scratchy like his face, but he was always there.
But now too few remember his rasping codger chat—
We wish the world was simple as Gabby Hayes’ hat.
Is it now in a museum or sold for cold, hard cash
Or buried there with him or thrown away with the trash?
They just don’t make any sidekicks like Gabby Hayes now,
With that gray-whiskered mug, long hair and that furrowed brow.
And there’s no singing cowboys unless from Nashville town—
And now they just wear the hats but not the cowboy crown.
Yet as the world passes by and we grow old and fat,
We still wonder what became of Gabby Hayes’ hat.
Categories:
sidekicks, childhood, cowboy-western, life, loss,
Form: Cowboy Poetry