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Lukas Ficklin Poem
Know that you can sleep well if I’m not right
Grabbing anything to brace my border
Instead of this time fixed to pick a fight
Getting lost in your twisted disorder
Grabbing anything to brace my border
When you carry on with your bigotry
Getting lost in your twisted disorder
You think it’s a joke when you laugh at me
When you carry on with your bigotry
It isn’t just me who can see right through
You think it’s a joke when you laugh at me
I’ve nothing to prove anymore to you
It isn’t just me who can see right through
My insecurity is miles away
I’ve nothing to prove anymore to you
I love me more today than yesterday
My insecurity is miles away
I give you an earned twenty cent goodbye
I love me more today than yesterday
Before you bury me I have to try
I give you an earned twenty cent goodbye
Instead of this time fixed to pick a fight
Before you bury me I have to try
Know that you can sleep well if I’m not right
5/19/2016
Musical Pantoum - 10 syllable count
Favorite Band: Goldfinger
Songs used: 1. If I’m Not Right 2. Anything 3. Pick a Fight 4. Disorder 5. Carry On 6. You Think It’s a Joke 7. It Isn’t Just Me 8. Nothing To Prove 9. Miles Away 10. More Today Than Yesterday 11. Twenty Cent Goodbye 12. Bury Me.
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
flight
mission controls
checked and bound
for another blackhole
engines prepped and fired up
as eyes of wonder begin to shut
cloud-shaped sheep are hopping fences
numbering each as countdown commences
Announcement: Houston, we have a go!
Launch - the coordinates passing Star Nebula row - G-force
floating - flying through infinity outside my window - gloating
Warp speed in time not throughout space
collect all data to save the human race!!!
A concrete plan within this willowy plane
circling freely through the twirling stains
I will miss deep space when I land again.
Entering the atmosphere
where music appears
beep
beep
beep
beep
4/26/2018
concrete contest
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
My grandma is the most wonderful person in the universe.
May 30th, 1924 is when this graceful woman entered earth.
She battled through hardships and cried with joy
had one beautiful daughter and two healthy boys
She raised them able and taught them loyalty.
Disciplined them strictly yet treated them as royalty.
And if a husband and three kids were never enough,
she took on two more when mom and Fots had it rough.
I was very young when I met this elegant lady.
No teeth in my mouth, I was just a newborn baby.
The aroma of home-cooked dumplings with chicken
fills every memory we were ever close to the kitchen.
Board games free hugs and endless pumpkin pies
are just the perks of a simple visit; even when surprised!
Eyes in the back of her head and a quick slap of my hand
each time I proportionally thought I had a leg to stand.
Depression, World War II, Korea, Vietnam
all long before my first experience as a man.
Thank you for teaching me how to treat a woman right
and appreciate each moment no matter what the fight.
You continue to impress me with your positive way,
of course you’d be walking into 93 this birthday!
I love you Grandma – Happy Birthday!!!! xoxoxoxox
5/23/2017
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
Apparently it’s a p**is that makes a man these days
Never mind the testosterone that fuels an angry craze
A testosterone filled vag**a made of real human flesh
Seems way better than an estrogen filled p**is in a dress
This muted feeble phalange is a danger to our most revered
And a rugged hairy man-looking "girl" is never to be feared
People feel safe around an anxious displaced bearded “woman”
-Especially in private while getting ready and peeing in the can-
Far more comfortable than a meek soft tender "man" in heels
Applying makeup, fixing her hair, and living her own ideals
It seems as though people are allowed to be people these days
Which is fine as long as no one is comfortable in their own ways
And protection of the righteous ones (especially those with green eyes)
Supersedes the basic rights of a lesser class lacking moral tithes
So in that case, send the angry misplaced stubbly “woman” instead
Our daughters can handle that much more than a p**is walking dead.
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
I am potential, essential to humanity
I am flawed with sound validity
I am in need of understanding and knowledge
I am only one fervent novice in college
I am easily amused, and......
I am just as confused with you.
I am the epitome of young and restless
I am opportunity, ready to be fearless
I am a soldier in a war to persevere
I am also a poster child for "genderqueer"
I am obliged to share my freedom, and......
I am just as intrigued in the wisdom in you.
I am afraid of choosing transgression
I am more afraid of idle stagnation
I am within myself dynamic
I am within society intrinsic
I am a taxpayer and a freak, and......
I am just as strong as I am weak; as you.
I am motivated and eager to succeed
I am undoubtedly a lot like you, indeed!
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
I know he’s too small to reach but Popeye did it.
He has some friends you know, Peaches and Bandit.
You don’t know them because they just moved here,
but I heard them downstairs when I was nowhere near.
Peaches is a big Great Dane like our old dog Patton.
Bandit is a friend from our old house in Manhattan.
Popeye knew he needed Peaches to give him and Bandit a prop;
so he climbed the back of his friend and onto the counter top.
How did he get to the top of the fridge? That’s a cinch.
He’s been practicing his high jump to get every inch.
A small running start and Bandit was there to spring off his back.
Like a superhero Popeye soared and knocked down a snack.
I came down as soon as I heard the shatter of the cookie urn.
And don’t worry, I told his two friends they could never return!
5/5/2016
Tall Tales Contest - judged on 5/17/2016
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Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison
Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
A drop on his tongue with a salty trace
Glitters in the blinding fluorescent ray
Each dense breath trickles unused time away
As tears of ire inspire his golden coat
One last moment to share our yesterday
And with that fourteen years have gone afloat
5/13/2016
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
Hey everyone it’s me again
thanks for having me present
I’ll do my best not to offend
as I share and truthfully admit
I get dumb when I don't attend
can’t get past simple words like….
“happy” and “sad” “now” and “then”
Just the other day I went mainstream
and for an hour of my precious time
got stuck on an amputated cat meme
slowly my brain cells diminished
but my mind, I continued to blaspheme
I got sucked in the whirling vortex….
and it erased my poetic theme
It will take me some time to rebuild
the wit and the strength and flow
like an Olympians dream unfulfilled
A tireless poet will be apropos
lucky for me exists a poet’s guild
where gatherings delight and wander….
through places that haven’t been tilled
It’s good to be back here with you
I thought I could handle the ride
but trivial stupidity is not taboo
outside of this mind of mine
So I research a transcendent haiku
that you obviously wrote for me….
and remember every awesome breakthrough!!
THANKS GUYS!!!
--4/12/2017--
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Lukas Ficklin Poem
E ve’s
N ight breeze
C arries flames
H igh over the
A mber cascade hill
N arrating a deadly
T irade; creeping house to barn
E ver so close to the spell bound
D welling of yesterday’s alchemy
H istory abandons answers that cure
O bligated to leave the mystery
U nheeded it stands alone waiting
S ignifying true convictions
E ngulfed in an ambushed glow
A martyr is contrived
B ehind the wild fire
L etters burn bright
A bove the
Z ephyrous
E bb
5/21/2016
Enchanted House Contest
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An abandoned riverbed lay between
What I know is in my mind to be true
And the dejected stares of another
For I refuse to be ashamed and bruised
A charge of purpose brightens the concept
That freedom applies to few: and many
Beauty thrives within freedom, so thank you
For being you and letting me be me
(In Iambic Pentameter)
4/25/2016
Beauty and Diversity Contest
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