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Rick Eichelberg Poem
Do you see my wrists?
They cry blood when I do this;
Push the blade deeper.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Mrs Briggs' cat.
There's plenty to do in our neighborhood,
with games and places to explore.
But you really should run,
'cause the trouble's begun,
when you hear that "meow" at your door.
A cute little tabby cat sits on the step,
all fluffy and gentle as can be.
Just try not to be dim,
as you pet it, on a whim,
It'll eat you alive for its tea!
"Tiddles" belongs to old Mrs Briggs,
who lives up the end of my street.
She thinks it's a breeze,
but there're no guarantees,
that this pussy will ever be sweet.
Our local vicar thinks the damn thing's possessed,
and I'd say that he's right on the nail.
Surprised I would be,
If I wasn't to see,
Satan's head poking out of its tail!
So if you see that tabby cat coming your way,
I beg you, don't stand there and wait,
Don't stroke it, don't pet it,
look, sunshine, FORGET IT,
Or that moggy will seal your fate!
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Rope around my neck,
I fall, waiting for blackness.
Bliss. Eternal sleep.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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See, see the splurptious sky
Marvel at its big Mauve depths.
Tell me, dingle, do you
Wonder why the Aardvark ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Crappy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your crumbobulous facial growth
That looks like
A Rotten fish.
What's more, it knows
Your flarpgurgle potting shed
Smells of a ball of snot.
Everything under the big splurptious sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm aliens?
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Spring in the meadow,
a million unfurled flowers,
rainbow on the ground.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Spring flows so softly.
Water brightens dull pebbles;
Freshens your spirit.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Do you remember the first place we met?
I'd been out walking, and you were all wet.
Too far from home, to run for your mum,
Too fearful of strangers, inside to come.
You took to my barn, and lay in the hay,
to keep yourself warm and to hide away.
I bought some hot food and some cocoa to start,
and left them to warm your insides, and your heart.
Many would call me a perv or poof,
All I wanted to do was give you a roof.
To let you dry off, and show you no harm,
not hurt you, abuse you, or cause you alarm.
I bought you a phone, for you to ring home,
to tell your mum how far you'd managed to roam.
You told me she'd come in her car to collect,
she was angry and mad, and I would get wrecked.
If only she'd understand my intentions, my care,
but for her - I was sick - the understanding, not there.
I'd try to explain, but it wasn't so wise,
I'd look like a weirdo in that mother's eyes.
I told him to sit there, and I'd wait inside.
As I turned round, he hugged me, and deep down I cried.
I gave him a smile, and a wave; it was true,
And as he was driven away, I hurt. I was blue.
The very next day I awoke to a knock,
it was Mum and the boy, to my great shock.
She smiled, and said sorry, and I got 2 hugs that day,
one of those from a mother, whose love couldn't stray.
So now you know me, and you know of my story,
of tolerance, love, and kindness - not glory.
We're a family now, son, husband and wife,
Look past what you think - you may be ruining a life.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Abuse. A strong word.
Secrets that you bottle up,
can destroy your life.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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A smile was what I got from you,
when you looked at me.
I cared for you each and every day,
and your bright eyes set me free.
Your laughter filled my entire house,
and filled my heart with song;
then one morning, without warning,
your tiny life was gone.
You'd become another angel,
in the choir of heavenly care,
and I am sure you played all day,
with your family way up there.
I missed you down on Earth,
but I hope one day to be,
a part of the Garden of Angels,
and in your company.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
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Dear Santa...
I've been a really good boy this year.
I've done everything I was told.
Even gone to bed when I'm supposed to,
though sometimes I've been a bit cold.
See, My folks lost their jobs back in April.
Because of Covid, their businesses closed.
They've been trying to keep it together,
But they're failing, and everyone knows.
Dad doesn't like to talk about it.
He knows it makes Mum really mad.
They're both finding it hard to make ends meet,
between food, heating and rent, it's been bad.
Christmas isn't that far away,
I was looking forward to good things to munch,
But without much money for heating and food,
I'll be lucky to even get lunch.
So instead of toys and things for me,
I want something different this year;
For my family to still be together,
And my parents to stop shedding tears.
My simple wish for you is this,
Even though you've not done it before;
Give Coronavirus the heave-ho,
Then we won't have to worry no more.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2021
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