It Tickles Me
By, Fawn P.
September 6th, 2026
Stars dance,
They touch and hold,
They feel, and grab,
They watch the koi fish swim,
The moon is my anchor,
As i swim in the deep,
It’s lights my only guide,
warm yet empty,
It’s grip strong yet, gentle,
Guiding my tail it propels me,
I turn to the wind,
I lean to the smell,
Dust and wax,
Tickle my nose and tongue,
When the songs are soft,
and the world is dimmed,
I lean to the world,
To guide my movements,
Ever-optimistic
for fun and games
one may dream
of peaches and cream
and tho' the primrose path
may razz our berries
life ain't always a bed of roses
or just a bowl of cherries
for the latter comes with stones
as has the former prickles
we must pick and choose
which way our fancy tickles
[contest 1408 : Premier
Brian Strand
1.9.25 : Placed 7th ]
POT filled with buttery butternut soup
OKRA sauce sprinkled atop chilli hot ~
TICKLES our tastebuds on rosy cosy spot
Remembering being a newyled.
Having our very own, first humble
Christmas tree.
And that special red dress you
were so very sweet to buy for me.
Better a dress, than a sled!
Very little money did we have,
But love a-plenty, I never missed.
With constant hugs, and so well kissed.
Hot buttered, corn, we both enjoyed.
You, my forever huggable bear.
Into your moonlit eyes, I loved to stare.
Suddenly, God took you home.
You are gone, forever, now.
Sailing in the sky, in a grand celestial bow.
Still, I recall our first Christmas, so simple.
Delightful as your twinkling dimple.
One day, to meet again, never to roam!
12/23/2021
Giggles would erupt
at just her tender touch!
Then, but a babe of four, I can almost feel it still.
Grandma, will you tickle me? I’d say when she sat down.
Together, we would grace the old red sofa by the wall.
Shivers up and down my spine
would flutter as she stroked
and often she would speak of dear old friends,
whom she had lost,
“Clara”, she would say, “would always tickle me!”
The very thought of that would
have me chuckling all the more
as anything but literal could not yet come to mind.
Now, of course,
her meaning is as sweet as every memory
and every day I feel her, as she still sits by my side.
Even at this ripe old age,
with every thought of Grandma, how she still tickles me!
Youth tickles me
Youth is sweeter than beers
Tickling me sweeter
~
Warm water caresses,
my mind drifts lingering
somewhere beautiful,
hot surges soothe
exposed flesh while
love melodically drips
between silken sighs,
tempted touches trace
passion’s curves
along smooth lines,
white foam tickles
midst desire’s giggles
as waves form upon
a glistening surface,
pulses rhythmically race
when satisfaction
comes within the
moistened
charms of you
~
In case it is cold where you are tonight. : )
Comical, witty, humorous Bea.
Ridiculous when she comes to tea.
Wherever she goes,
Bea pretty much knows
She tickles you and she tickles me.
Chaim Tickles the Ivories on our 14th
Blooma Yehudis's Cure for Tickle Cell Anemia:
The Bilecks, Chaim's Piano & Poor Puns,
Bananagram Moshe, Laundry & Sleep-o-mania,
Shalom Bais, Cookin', & Walkin' at Ann's,
Savoring, Chaim sings "Hail Fredonia!!!",
Don't be Hasty! The Tasty Final Crumb Stuns,
Bottom Line: Wondrous Wife, Cozy Compania,
When Blooma is Home, Chaim Runs!
Note: Ivory for the 14th
Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha)
Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly;
Or do they?
Do they have a choice in the matter?
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively,
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly?
Do ultrasound tickles
tickle soundly by nature?
Or do they learn,
by nurture,
to cause ultra tickles?
Or alas,
do nature and nurture
are tickle-dancing together,
as they always have?
Now,
talking about my tickled trunk:
Does a lonely tree
fallen in the forest
of human ignorance
make a sound (perhaps an ultra sound),
when tickled by the seeing sounds of climate change?
Can the ultra sounds
of the worried hearts,
of those who have "washed their eyes"
see one another?
Can they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
the fallen tree's sound of ultra pain?
Of ultra warning?
She sits in her garden surrounded by love
amongst glorious creatures sent from heaven above
the birds in the air that sing a sweet song
bring a feeling she's wanted, that she does belong
the butterflies are dancing in the warm autumn light
kissing the sun rays in the midst of their flight
the wind on her cheek is holding her near
soothing her troubles, her worries, her fears
she bends down to take in the scent of a rose
the soft smell of beauty tickles her nose
entranced in the moment, she sits there and smiles
forgetting the world, if just for a while
He's given me a pickle
with nary any tickle!
As in the shade I stood
[He wasn't very good!]
The apple that I shared
he gave to me unpared.
So I gave his snake a shake
to make him see the stakes.
Then the sky went BOOM
G-d came into the room.
I told you I said, "NO!
Now really, you must GO!"
Eve'n a dame could see
Eve's den wasn't free.
So menes mind your pickles
don't forget your Evies tickles
Or your snake will go unshaked
and you'll get punished
for Goodness SAKE!
Hey when was sake invented?
Dedicated to the Rube Syd Beck read [Let My beetles Go!]
There was a girl who loved salty pickles
She'd stick in a fork for a sure tickle
The first bite would spirt
She'd give the dork a squirt
Pickle juice in the eyes, such a giggle!
I'm going to free that pickle from the jar
Free for a minute but it won't get very far
In my mouth as the juices flow
Down the hatch here you go
Poor pickle was gone before I got to the car
Faleshia Murphy
FOR P.D. contest
PICKLES AND TICKLES
"Bread and Butter"
Fickle pickles soaked in barrels of brine,
Along with drowned rats in vinegar’s wine,
Public non the wiser,
I am your advisor,
Take Tetanus when on pickles you dine!
Pickle plants in Arkansas where cucumbers are processes soak them in barrels of salt
brine a week or so before they are then processes in jars of vinegar. The soaking
process receives many visitor rats, and they fall into the barrels and drowned. The
dead and sometime decaying rats are simply dipped out and the process continues.
“Enjoy your BREAD AND BUTTERS!”
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