Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary
Black backed in breachers
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation
Emulsification and hearty sniff of
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow
5//5//2025
Categories:
tyke, abuse, desire, drug, film,
Form: Free verse
I do not like the idea of abortions, naturally,
But then I do not like to see abandoned kids
I am a firm believer in equal opportunity,
Yet, I see so many in our populace on the skids.
In my lifetime I’ve watched children suffer,
And I have thought better never to have been
Than be jerked up by a drug-addicted monster
Or a sexually abusive, ingrate…what a sin!
I’ve read of little kids forced to live in a box
Slowly dying from abuse, neglect, and starvation
For them no golden opportunity ever knocks
And I ask, can this happen in a civilized nation?
Seeing pictures of their ravaged little bodies
Surmising what hell they must’ve endured
I say to myself, “better not to have been born”
Than to have lived briefly, then forever obscured.
But I will never forget them, some I even taught
With only an inkling of what their life was like
As a child I, too, was abused and I never forgot
Better not to be born than die an unwanted tyke.
Written June 27, 2022
[I have conducted funerals for unwanted,
throwaway children who committed suicide!]
Categories:
tyke, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form: Quatrain
It's not easy for a tiny tike
I know, because I was once that
A full disclosure, that I made up
Follows about the tiny tyke Pat
I asked, "Where in the world is that?"
When told I had a tooth in decay!
When I put my shoes on the wrong feet
The kid I put them on, ran away!
Being a Tiny Tyke was so hard
My parents were always talking
Of how I took my bike to bed
Concerned about my sleep walking
It seems that I'm never content
Wishing I'm not, what I've been
Still true because now, I'm wishing
To be a Tiny Tyke again!
Categories:
tyke, childhood, funny, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
SEVEN FOR CHAOS AND ORDER-Tyke didn't die in vain
Elephant escapes Honolulu arena, and live circus in '94, trampling to
death the handler, to astonished onlookers in the crowd. Then exits onto
nearby streets, for over 30 minutes, taking on 87 rounds fired, swarms of police cars over four blocks, before finally being gunned down and expiring.
In the aftermath of Tyke's rampage no other live animal show has performed since at the arena. Pressure from PETA prompted global awareness of elephant mistreatment. Numerous lawsuits from grieving onlookers were settled.
connie pachecho
1/28/17
Categories:
tyke, abuse, animal, death,
Form: Verse
Let me introduce you to a special friend of mine,
A quirky little character, I've known her quite some time.
That girl she's full of spirit, I've yet to see her low,
If you need a friend indeed, you know just where to go.
A better mother yet to see, her heart is there to share,
Her arms are always open wide, her business is to care.
A meal on offer, bath or bed, her door is open wide,
If she hears your feeling down, she'll be right by your side,
A nicer person I've not met, there's nobody quite like,
Of course the girl I talk about's our very own ma Tyke.
Categories:
tyke, friendshipfriend, girl,
Form: Rhyme