"dickory" poems
Tell me where to draw the line in the sand
Between being a brother
And being a father figure
Sands of times
Life lines are drawn with a big stick
Theodore Roosevelt is smiling on a young all american clueless teenager turned young soldier worrying about things no others should struggle with
A 16 year old dealing with social rejection and seclusion
A 13 year old trying to find where holding hands stops and tongues meet
A 7 year old who has migranes daily from a father who never was
I can't drawn straight lines
A rocking chair watches the tides wash away a single phrase
Help
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
Our phones are now our clocks
Digital has won
Analog's died out
Hickory dickory dock
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
Euphony * the quality of being pleasing to the ear, especially through a harmonious combination of words; making a phonetic change for ease of pronunciation
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock
Trickery, diddly, rot,
This Diddy's life poems rhymed not,
The boys and girls all booed,
Your poetic life thumbs-down *******
Trickery, diddly, rot
sipped his morning coffee.
thoughts about mortality and mean
saw what wanted not to be, the unseen,
trickery, diddly, rot,
brain refrain, relief not,
the **** clock ticking,
the mouse laughing,
at his euphonious nonsense
he wept for being found out,
the noises in the house
joined in
all mocking with accusations
***you phony, us,
you, phony us***
another work day ended as it begun,
or began to end
teach felt
herself
for felt
tipped pen reach,
inky dinky in the dockers it flowed,
now I am red-tro-graded,
bold letter, no fading,
F
for failing
to phony us
slipped his head under the water,
but the words auditory
and most un laudatory
feared not a drownery,
followed him down
under
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
Tick-tock tick-tock goes the clock tick tock tick tock what the ****
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock I'm going to trip I'm going to fall down the staircase to wonderland.
Tick-tock tick-tock that clock just won't ******* stop
Tick tock tick tock, knock, knock, hatter hatter open up it's me.
Tick-tock tick-tock the times a ticking, knock knock knock Hatter please the walls are going to get me.
He hee hee they wanna play he hee hee I think they're coming to get me.
Queen, the queen she screams he hee hee she still laughing at me.
Tick-tock tick-tock Hadder please I need to speak with you about the teatime tray please let us not play this little game,
Hatter, password what's the password tick-tock tick-tock hatter Please the clocks ticking.
The walls the walls are breathing again tick-tock tick-tock hatter I need you now I'm begging you,
the queen, the queen she's going to get me.
Tick tock tick-tock hatter ******* free me, I can't take anymore this tick-tock tick-tock ********
the mouse, the mouse is running up the clock tick tock tick tock the clock struck one. Hickory dickory dock let me out of this ******* clock
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Jesus Christ Almighty!...
What?
A mouse ran up my nightie!...
Ohhh...
*He bit my ***
Dear me!
Then ran lickety-split,....
Where
*Slipping on my ****
Squeaking for being so naughty.*
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The cat ran up the clock,
The clock stuck one at night;
It was his delight;
Hickory Dickory Dock.
~Marian~
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
The hands went round the clock
Began to think, poured a drink
Two fingers and three rocks
Hickory dickory dock
Of life, begun to take stock
Quite bereft, there's not much left
And no longer part of the flock
Hickory dickory dock
Went and purchased a Glock
Tastes like metal, burns like a kettle
Two fingers, trigger and stock
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
The clock struck thirteen o'clock
Hickory dickory dock
it's time to fix the clock
Hickory dickory dock
I found an extra part
Hickory dickory dock
The clock struck fourteen o'clock
Hickory dickory dock
I found a mouse in the clock
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to catch the mouse
Hickory dickory dock
The clock struck fifteen o'clock
Hickory dickory dock
The clock has a knock
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to clean the clock
Hickory dickory dock
dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
Hickory dickory dock
The clock struck nineteen o'clock
Hickory dickory dock
Part, mouse, noise, and more
Hickory dickory dock
It's time to throw out the clock
Hickory dickory dock
Oh, perfection can be such a mock
Hickory dickory dock
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 4:07 AM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
Goes my biological clock
The clock strikes 1
An egg falls down.
Hickory dickory dock
Tick tick tock tock,
Tick tick tock tock.
I've always loved kids,
I've always loved babies.
I'm not one of those women
Who files procreation beside rabies.
I moved quickly from baby-sitting
To baby-ready
Any guy I try to go steady with
Is scared away
I hate to say
By how badly I want to be in the family way.
At bars what's the pick-up I say?
"Hi, I'm Amy. I'd like babies yesterday".
(It doesn't work so well).
Why do I want kids so bad?
Well why the eff not?
All that unconditional love
That baby smell they've got.
When preggers I could wear all those clothes
That make me look fat
But with pride.
Not hide my belly,
But place my hands like so
On my bowl full of jelly.
People would open doors for me.
Pull out chairs for me.
Then when the baby came
They'd ooh and aahh.
Smile at us laughing
On the local park's seesaw.
"Heehaw's the sound a donkey makes!"
(All the dudes reading this are like
"Girl, put on the brakes!")
But why do guys often run
At the thought of a fam?
Why should I hide
Who I really am?
My career's going nowhere.
No man sticks around.
So I'm poking holes in all the condoms I've found.
(What's so wrong with that?!)
Perhaps I'm just lonely.
I guess what it boils down to
At the end of this set's:
If I were to have a baby...
It would mean I'd had ***
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Hickory dickory dock...
the mouse ran up the--holy crap!
what am i doing?! i'm writing a--
Oh yeah, the CLOCK!
The clock struck one, and I had some fun,
when the mouse made a mock of an old school rhyme;
it's those questions that cause one to regress back in time,
to a younger age of reason and thought...
To remember how family was,
and how time has changed it;
and that no little mouse scurrying down a clock,
could turn those hands back to hickory dickory dock.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
(I'm sorry)
Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of beer
jill got drunk and ran off with the closest guy near
jack got mad, grabbed a gun, and headed toward the door
caught that **** at the car and killed that little *****
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hickory dickory dock
I'm in a race against the clock
my life's no fun
i'm on the run
hickory dickory dock
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little jack Horner sat in the corner
eating his Christmas pie
"is this all I get"? "this pie tastes like ****
and he wished his mom and dad would die
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rainbows end
I have been to rainbows end
that's where I met a little friend
now my story can be told
a leprechaun stole my *** of gold
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sailor's delight
he sat sail on wavy seas
without a worry, red skies at night
there was more than just a breeze
and no other vessels were in sight
blown out to sea, he grabbed his radio
his mayday was answered with words to confuse
there's a hurricane on its way you know
didnt you even watch the news?
his trip went from bad to worse
he broke the hull and cracked his mast
as he sank, he spit and cursed
sailors delight my ***
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
remember that rhyme?
the one about time?
with the mouse, and the house,
and the tick-tock of the clock?
hickory, dickory dock,
i'm like a mouse,
stuck in a clock.
the time it ticks,
the time it tocks,
and you and i,
we stick,
and talk.
and you tell me about your life,
and how she's hurt you so,
and i sit here and wonder,
if you even know.
you hurt me the same,
in case it doesn't show.
i felt for you.
love.
and hope.
and i held on,
even at the end of my rope.
until my hands were burned,
and my arms were sore,
and i couldn't hold on,
to nothing anymore.
and even then i held, still,
fought against my body,
and my brains will,
because my heart,
would simply ****
to feel your touch,
to know that thrill.
but eventually time,
it ripped you away,
i could not hold on,
i could not stay,
what could be done was done,
what i could, i did say.
and still you pulled that rope away.
i thought you were my life line,
that one day,
you might be mine.
but you aren't,
and you weren't,
and you never will,
because even though it hurts,
you love her still.
time heals all wounds,
or at least thats what i'm told,
and in the winter nights,
when your cold heart keeps you cold,
i hope you know that i could have been yours,
to have and to hold,
only if i would have told,
if only i could have been so bold.
hickory, dickory, dock.
the mouse ran up the clock,
the clock struck "done",
the mouse ran down,
hickory,
dickory,
dock.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
*we attached a meaning to life,planted peace and uprooted the strife
we had pleasures, we enjoyed our life we took no measures
risked falling off the cliffs gladly faced them dangers
but that was the point ,it wasn't living if we weren't believing
we could successfully turn the pages, make memories walking on the edges
we faced the challenge, we had to manage,
trekked through the sun till it was orange
You'd appreciate for we had the courage
we was buried in beating the current, we were hurried
to define our ambition, the mission was reaching the mirage
it was illusive,we were incisive, brothers fell out we were inclusive
we kept fighting and biting,made laws but we weren't abiding
mistakes we went on citing,tough choices we weren't deciding
the higher the ladder, the more life was harder
expected to lead by example,we had to sample life, at times lost the tempo
danced to beats affected the cardiacs, hit the streets mistaken for maniacs
evading defeat propelled to take cover for we were rebels,
running from criticisms coming at us harder than pebbles
we weren't famous but they knew us,ambassadors for the new earth
we were the weight,we were the scales, our actions were the bells
the story that everyone tells,we guided their trains for we were the rails,hickory dickory dock
we were the ship and yacht at every Dock,
the movies to watch and the stories to talk,
for we lit avenues from where they would walk
so the shines went interstellar,the inspiration to every fella
for we rode on luck and provided to many who lack
we were a drug to every dealer, some thought we were Rockefeller
took nothing for granted for we were hunted,
life was a charm so many enchanted we couldn't forget we were wanted
we stuck to the guns, saw it till the end, it was a fire to which we would fend
we had an entire generation and a legacy to defend
persistent to resistance,so much it defined our existence
we fought monsters and didn't give up,so that our world would get a revamp
we were peaceful warriors,we were notorious*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
can you hear
the ticking
tocking of the clock
This dented trumpet in my hand
it comes as a shock
I may be the last man standing
when the dust settles
on the chopping block
The pennant of pleasure
hangs limp
like the zipper pull
on the mask of a gimp
The strength of a lion
and yet the best
is a wimp
The man who will fall
second to last
is just a ****
Oh lawdy
I do believe
the fallen few
will adorn my breastplate
I will finally find love
in the rubble
of the ones who eat hate
its not too late
to create
to shove the last piece
of the puzzle
into place
Before
the judges decide
who won the race
I will report the results
in any case
I must
the herald cannot rest
The end is
for him alone to face.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
hickory dickory dock the mouse lived in the clock chewing all the wood
he chewed and chewed and chewed till it was no good
chewed at all the numbers all around its face
nibbled at the fingers in each and every place
he chewed everthing till everthing had gone
left his clock abode and simply just moved on
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
Hickory dickory dock
I ran with might to the top
I pushed the hands, back in place
Just for an hour more to save
I hope my life
Won't end in vain
With actions, I regret
With speech, I take back
All with that one hour I saved
So when the clock strike 12
And dreams come to an end
I wish for the better
Next day.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
More in mind than
wheels that wind and
clocks that tick.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse bit my ****
Your gran is a ******
And I want to spank her,
Hickory dickory dock...
****
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Cinderella, dressed in yella,
went upstairs to kiss her fella,
What she saw there wasn't great,
Prince Charming's got another date.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell over and broke his crown,
now he's paralysed from the neck down.
Hickory dickory dock,
the mouse ran up the clock.
Got stuck inside and slowly died,
hickory dickory dock.
Hey ****** ****** the cat and the fiddle,
the cow jumped over the moon.
Cow falls on the cat, and squashes it flat,
his 9 lives were taken so soon.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
how I wonder what you are?
Soon you'll be gone from the sky,
for like my dreams you'll burn and die.
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
'cuz mummy left daddy for another guy.
Daddy's gonna drink another shot,
then drunkenly abuse his tiny tot.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Sally would with the wall
Music so shrouded, a hat of compliance
The terror involved
A chance meeting with resolve, that stated intention...
My name is Carlton
Spate energies, and the vague way
A harping halt to better problems
Has saved me from a hateful demon, with it to say:
Choose me over any other, the collapse of vows
Has a futile throw of light, in the remark innuendo made
Salt and harmony, to fetch a liberty without how
Is a door on commonness, that has the shape of futures sate
Lemonade and dickory cookies
Shown the time of their life, a hallway to sigh
Scurrilous was a special man, with a plan, for a dreams ease
With the stone of fending remorse into a corner, of life...
Patiently, the day came to a close...
Proud Sally, or privileged Carlton
A wish adrift in the evening your, the scared host
Of another smile to win, the promise of a stoic question...
Hello, I have the world to sleep longer than me
Simply roles of victory, victimized by a lip of succor
Rhyming and doling the obvious, of a secret means
To an ending for serenity, that knows your craving for ours?
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
Tears drawing from the unseen in-between intervene
And something that is still growing just another wing
To pains happiness false advertising and material diving
Into the minds of weak people weak people looking at evil
Live is evil backwards think about it it's nothing but ****
In the deepest pits we see well grounded ****
Everything labelled counterfeit tik this and tok that
Look for the clown who has the gat where is he at?
He's on every corner every street loves to come when it's heat
Tension rising pass a birds eye only to make more stys why?
Have we forgotten what love is ? Or is it a new gig or a biz?
Kids having kids phones get more service that interacting
With each other social media has exploit one another
More fights are held with words than with fist I dismiss
The bs at once let give social toxicity a dunce cap relapse
Let the energy die down so we can see what's all around
Hickory dickory dock what's next on the vids of TikTok
Small video for a promo maybe make some deniro?
Or is it a cyber surveillance posing as a locator intelligence
Or it it a deat decoder waiting for another body in ambulance
Autotunes are ruining everything can't speak to humans any more
Nope not even only robots and automated whores
More kids being driven by fear pain guilt & broken wills
Rather than being driven by energy grit guts and glory
Not your average story coronavirus is just the tip of the iceberg
Virtual reality replacing humanity maybe Judge Dredd was right
It's all hidden in plain sight the true is at its deepest roots
Wake up sleepers wake up we've got work to do let's end this blue
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
fee fi fo fum,
I feel ******* dumb
hickory dickory dock
just want the clock to stop
knick nack paddy wack
my life and mind have no slack
where it will stop, no body knows!
my mind always running but I wont let it show!
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Hickory Dickory dock
I can't find my socks
my mom washed a pair
and put them there
in my bare feet, I'm locked
Hickory Dickory dock
I shouldn't have ate that rock
in my stomach it lays
I hope and I pray
it doesn't come out as a block
Hickory Dickory dock
I like to listen to Bach
the melodies play
and take me away
dreaming of runaway socks
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC