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annh Dec 2019
A twitch of the toes,
A pop of the lips,
A flick of an eyelid:
I watch as electricity sleeps.

‘Hey there, Mr Conductor. Y’know I can’t resist you.’

Sunday schmaltz - sorry.
Soap suds and rubber gloves have that effect. My right hand is wielding a *** scrubber but my brain thinks it’s holding a pen. Let’s call this dishwater doggerel and be done with it. :)
Poetic T Jun 2017
a button is flicked
managing to turn you on

do you see the light
this can be taken different ways just by the mood your in lol
there's a mafia don
operating on the verse's patch
if anyone ticks him off
the eraser does a fast dispatch*

you'll be completely rubbed out
with an instantaneous flick
by his quick 48 revolver's
rapid fire trigger click

the Sicilian mobster
is a regular Al Capone
clearing they who ******
at his most tactile bone

Luigi strikes fear on
issuing a list of target dots
which so irritate him in
*the imprecise spots
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Slice it up, make it quick
It'll be done with just one flick
Cut it deep
I want it to do more than weep
Cut out the bad
Oops that's all I had
rivers of blood from me pour
Now I'm in pieces on the floor
I just couldn't take it any more!!
Ham Aloufi Dec 2014
My bic, safe in my hand
My bic, you light up with a flick
Flames rise, and shine
Dancing like a wisp
My dancing flame
You rise, and shine
A sun within my grasp
A light that keep me sane
I don’t care about whatever, and whom to blame
Was it all what fame?
Or was it the crime, the victim. The scar that lead me to walk for so far
Head full of shame going back home
Carrying back a broken angel
Standing strong, wrapped by darkness
Blood dripping, tears dropping
Pits of hell breaking open
Screams shouting
Lighting clashing
Eyes luxation
Worlds shattering
Dreams dying
Sleeping but now we are awaken
My cigarette, my little flash stick
Your little smoke rising up carelessly
Fading away into the universe
My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick
Head shakes ******* this really breaks
For Christ sake is living a dream make us any less fake?
Why is there all this sickening hate?
We are all but the same inside out
I laugh as the answer
But is this is human fate
For we are creatures that just knows hate
We need hate in order to grow to evolve
One plus one equals two
But whom I am I to spew this lines and spit these rhymes
What makes me anymore different then you fo?
For I am but a human waiting for his time
I want to fly and I want to shine
But I got gun down and stepped on
But my heart kept fighting and its beats on
My story didn’t end
I will never stop my dance
For as long as my pen is my partner
My smile and laughter will go on

— The End —