Spick Poems | Examples

A child's first lynching

Dressed in their Sunday best
Toothy grins
Pristine shoes
Eyes sparkling with joy
A simple family picture
The epitome of innocence 
'Spick and span' as they would say

A nice family outing
Where you ask?
Church?
A family picnic?
Day trip?
No.

They dressed up in their Sunday best
To watch a black man succumb to a slow and labored death
To watch his long drawn out last breath
The slowed movement of his chest
Giggling as the now still mans body stops all movement
They await their turn to take picture 
A forever reminder of their first lynching

Remnants

There is always something
unspeakable in what remains—
a fractured spectrum of what once was,
scattered in the leftover bits:
half-maimed, dismembered,
and quietly rejected,
in what we scrape into the compost bin.

Every spick and speck reeks
of the aftertaste of endings —
with our recycled grief and rejection
dissolving in the detritus
of what we could not finish.

GOODBYE WINTER

GOODBYE WINTER
For winter, time is almost up
I take a sip from my coffee cup
The grass has grown very long
Neglecting it for weeks turned out so wrong
Mowing the grass is definitely a plan
And eventually it will look spick and span
Or I could just call a lawnmower man
I’ll hand over the responsibility
Then I can relax and have a shandy
Half lemonade and half beer, that’s how you make it
There’s no need to stir or shake it
I’m happy spring is almost here
It is my favourite time of year
Spring is the time for planting and sowing
Time to watch the vegies growing
All the flowers start blooming too
Spring is the time for everything new
All of the sights and sounds it brings
The sun is shining and the birds will sing.

Afternoon Tea

It was a day of jubilation when
The alligators came to tea
Though I didn’t quite like
The way they looked at me
A Jungle Jazz Combo played
Do Wap free and loose
As we all celebrated the day
Of the  inter species truce.

The chimps played the brass
A gorilla sang deep bass
While the giraffe conducted
Them to a cracking pace.
The lion sat there with the lamb
Ominously licking his lips
As he licked the brown sauce off
A large plate of chips.

Wolves, Hyenas and Hippos
All shared the same plate
As the truce continued in
A very uneasy state.
They fired a starting pistol
Ten minutes before the end
To give them chance to escape
From any new found friend.

Certain of the guests
Departed in a run
At the first crack 
Of the warning gun.
I really didn’t like the way
The alligators looked at me
As we declared at end 
The first inter species tea.

Although I was quite pleased
With the way it went
I don’t think we’ll be 
Making It an annual event.
It took me nearly a week
To clear the mess from the scene
So it was as spick and span as
Though the event had never been.

Regarding Planetary Alignment

Planets are in motion and matched
upon a level plane.
Ducks are waddling faster
just to fall in line.

Pundits, prophets, and drunken poets
opine over a mystic wine,
others follow the science around
in ever increasing circles.

Dogs and cats are eloping,
bookmakers are hardly coping
for all bets are both on and off.

Could it be, is it possible?
Will the sky skinny-dip
in a new revelation of light or dark?

I am watching
the elephants and the scurrying mice;
noting if they are heading toward holes
in the fabric of a fresh 'spick and span' reality
or just fleeing one more conspiracy theory.

Meanwhile I draw straight lines
trying to figure out
how disappearing perspectives
can give us all the run-around.

Watching the Detective

Here he comes
That little man
Nattily dressed
Spick and span

His funny accent
A dead giveaway
He won't get me
No, not today! 

He's clever though
But not more than I 
He does not know
How much I lie 

I've tricked him well 
For years and years 
He thinks I'm thick 
Wet 'tween the ears 

It suits me well 
To play the stooge 
While on the side 
My crimes are huge 

Gold and jewels 
My stock in trade 
I'm light fingered 
Fortunes I've made 

So I play the game
A friend of Poirot
I am Hastings... 
Poirots' my foe

Spick and Span

SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
 of the
 cold sterile
&
  reclusive
an  existence
endlessly reconfigured
  separated
by
  the austere


an alternative
vision
inspired
 the concept

influence
 unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
 rhythmical

a breakthrough
sparse
but
  pristine
immaculate&
 sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Wolves In Wool

Dvornikov & Putin have a plan
To destroy every body they can
It is their thesis
That bits and pieces
Swept Syrian War Crimes spick-and-span

Spring Time

SPRING TIME
Springtime’s here it’s come at last
 Winter’s over, it’s gone, it’s past.
It’s time to plant your bulbs and seeds
And clear out all those nasty weeds.

It’s time to shed those winter blues
Let’s all dig out our walking shoes.
Cos strolling through a crisp spring morn
Uplifts your spirits, you feel re-born.

All around, life springs anew
The sun comes out, and skies are blue,
The days grow longer, the nights less dark
And there’s children playing in the park.

And now it’s time to grab your broom
And start to spring clean every room.
Kitchen, bedroom, lounge and hall
From top to bottom, you do it all.

And now your house is spick and span
You’ve got your summer hols to plan,
Dig out your case and book your flight
Cos spring time’s here, you’ll be alright.

Pub Brawl

Spit, Spot, Spick and Span,
Hit Haugh Hick with cane,
dirty dark drunken brawl,
was no need for it at all,
Police caught Spot and Span,
Spit and Spick ran as they can,
Haugh Hick’s wife saw them skip,
tackled them with a Karate kick,
Spit cut his lip while Spick hurt his ....
ambulance came to Haugh Hick pick!
in prison cell they were bundled in,
in remorse they rubbed their chin,
said Spit, Spot, Span and Spick
“Never take on a karate chick!!!”


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Written 24/12/2020

Maid For Each Other

It takes two to tango
So here we go
She cooks
I clean
Utensils now have 
A never before sheen
Sweeping, mopping 
And all such things
Under my control
I put my heart and soul
Into these
After all 
Lady of the house
Has to be pleased
The house is always
Spick and span
Initially I was unsure
She encouraged me
Saying, ‘You can’
Our love has since 
Grown by leaps and bounds
More so, in lockdown’s 
Second round
Physical distancing be damned 
We are always cheek by jowl
Love on the prowl
No, no
Our kitchen has little space
That is the case
The 24/7 company
Has made us so tolerant
Of one another 
You see
The distribution of
Household work
Has perked
Our relationship no end
Some bickerings do blend
In the chatter
That’s another matter 
Finally, an honest confession
No third soul around
It is she and me
And no other sound
Can never take eyes off each other
Yes, you guessed it right.....
Truly, ‘Maid for Each Other’

A Flash In the Pan

My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Neopolitan
My mom's favorite ice cream that's clear.
Shoot! I had something else it just 
Disappeared
Some thing about spick and span.
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Why won't it appear?
Mind scan
Brain is over ran
Time to change my atmosphere.
My mind won't get in to gear.

At the Doctors

I was at the doctors
when I made him laugh...
I said  " Doctor, I need a Heart O'Graph,
With that said...
He let out a raucous roar...
He belly laughed,
snot flew out of his nose
and landed on the floor.
I couldn't miss it,
it landed right in front of me
but the Doctor was laughing so hard,
he just didn't see.

The Doctor said...
We'll need the ECG machine,
then he stood up and stepped
where the snot had landed,
which he hadn't seen.
For some strange reason
he seemed to stay on that spot
for a minute or two,
with his spick and span shoes 
on top of his snotty goo.

He continued walking across the floor
and where he had stepped,
instead of one snotty spot,
there were four !
He was only gone for a very short time,
I sat patiently amongst his slime.
When he returned with the ECG machine,
he said....
" Oh look, We must have snails again,
you can see where they have been ! "

The Switch

What good has come of it: doing good?
Yes I am honest and yes my pots are clean
Still I wish they weren’t spick, span and gleaming
I wish they had need for a good wiping
What would it cost for a little dirt?
Constant cooking noises from across the wired fence
Makes my ears tingle with envy and anger
Constant cries of hunger exasperate from within
Fury blinds me, the Devil binds me
The door beckons, I make for it
Gun in hand, one thing on my mind
Heaven or Hell, I don’t care
I’m done with it: being good.
The good die young. I don’t want that
My grip tightens, the good must die tonight
Starting from tonight, my evil twin lives
The nakedness of my children
Their empty protruding bellies
Proofs of my foolish goodness.
The soap and kitchen sponges
Must be used more often now
After tonight, the only cries to be heard:
“Daddy, I want some more”

Salted Kisses

Salted kisses

The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams

Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span

Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black hair
Reflected the distant lights

In the glory of the full moon’s light;
A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair
The sparkle in your eyes; yet, unsurpassed

A black halo formed around your face
By your long hair, blown by the cold sea breeze
The longer tendrils gently brushing against my face

Your sweet fragrance gently wafted into my face
In my goose pimpled skin, I tingled
As our lips merged in a warm salty embrace

Tongues, moist and probing 
In search of each other's sensual treasures
My desired eternity, glimpsed in an instant

Such long walks on the beach
A lifetime in a pleasant beach house
Fill my dreams of you and I

March 4, 2017

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