"trixie" poems
Smirked at, ****** on, pushed around, beat down
The ***** street corner is Tipsy Trixie's sin city playground.
She charges cheap,
because the black asphalt radiates the smoldering mid-July heat.
She hums "Hey Jude" as she struts up and down 9th Street.
She can't wear layers in the winter, because nobody can see the goods
underneath leg warmers , gloves, furs, and hoods.
Now Trixie is pregnant, 4 months...she's starting to show.
The days are getting longer but the business is slow.
"The Man" doesn't know.
He won't know...he can never know.
Trixie's been warned about the man.
He'll beat her up, and slice her open,
like a Chef Boyardee ravioli can.
Then he''ll sew her up and throw her back on 9th street,
to meet supply and demand.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
What ever happened to that dining room table?
As a child
The dining room table
Was my play house.
It was a big table
With legs on all four corners.
My dog Trixie and I
Would spend a lot of time
Under that table.
Mom was making drapes
On top of the table..
The radio was on with all the old shows.
But I was busy dressing
Trixie up in old baby clothes.
I even had room to pull
The little doll buggy under this table.
I had a dog that was
Quite content being lazy in the buggy.
What ever happened to that dining room table?
We always had that dining room table
Filled with family on holidays.
Lots of food on the top...
Mom was a great cook.
Her specialities were
Pork roast, tomato pudding
And plum cake...
Dad would have German music
Playing in the background.
What ever happened to that dining room table?
It was old, and traded in for a new model.
Which also had four legs on each corner.
Was blond oak, and very modern.
My memory of that one,
Is of my kids, playing games,
Eating snacks and also
Holidays filled with family,
Eating moms pork roast,
Tomato pudding, and plum cake.
And I added Pink Stuff.
What ever happened to that dining room table?
Gone...
House sold...
Left, only the memories...
By Judy
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
TRIXIE...
When your an only child
and have a dog,
that dog becomes your best friend.
My dogs name was Trixie
a little fox terrier
who was as gentle
as a best friend could be.
We would sit underneath
the dining room table
while mom sewed, and
I would dress Trixie up
in baby clothes
and push her around
in my doll buggy.
As a best friend
Trixie just layed there
like she knew she should.
Why should she,
because I talked her into it.
Dogs understand things
more than we realize.
But....
One Christmas Eve
Trixie ate a whole bowl of
chocolate German *** Candy.
Imported from Germany
And....
She lived to wag her tail for us.
that candy had real *** in it.
She wagged her tail, and staggered
as she walked.
Trixie never chewed up things,
or bothered anything,
but...
it was Christmas Eve
and I think that the devil
told her to do it....
My best friend Trixie
lived for many, many years
and they say chocolate can
**** a dog, and certainly
*** didn't seem like it
was made for a dog.
But...
Having Trixie as my best friend
made my childhood days
really fun.
By judy
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:29 AM UTC
I think I was nine
And thought the world was mine
But my mom shouted at me
Insisting I eat some rice and curry
I decided to run away
Coz’ that’s what
Trixie Belden would have done
But I couldn’t go very far
Coz’ I wasn’t allowed to cross the road
So, I climbed my 12 feet guava tree
And sat on the comfy branch
After a while mayhem began
It was getting dark
And my family was searching me out
My name was shouted, all around the house
Inside, outside, front and back
But nobody so much as lifted their head
To see me sitting there
Quietly smiling at their frantic expressions
“Oh dear, oh dear, where have you gone?”
I took two biscuits with me
When I ran away
But it was many hours since
And my tummy was growling
I wished someone would look up
The tree and find me
Coz’ this was getting a bit weary
Finally, my dad arrived and
My mom rushed out
“Our daughter is missing,
Please go and report!”
My father whom I thought
Wasn’t very smart
Was calm and collected
And only laughed out loud
“There she is!” he pointed at me
Up the tree
“Come down this instant or
You won’t get to eat any rice and curry!”
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
When you are a child you want a dog to play with.
If your a girl you dress it up in doll clothes
you talk to it, put it in a buggy and push it around.
Thats what I did.
As an only child this dog was my buddy.
That dog's name was Trixie.
Then when you are in your second childhood
as a senior citizen you have a dog
who you talk to, he wiggles his tail
he goes for walks with you, sniffing every
blade of grass
and would eat his meal with me.
This dog's name was Buddy.
A dog is like family
whether you are young or old.
they capture your heart.
And then when they die
They break your heart.
RIP ~ BUDDY 16 years old....
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Cheap mascara ruined.
Trixie started to cry,
as she watched the doctors
rot the apple of her eye.
Not with worms,
and not with disease,
but with scalpels and masks,
holstered with their fancy degrees.
As the gas evicted her
from our reality,
she slipped into a false state
of peaceful prosperity.
Then came along,
to Trixie's surprise,
an image of an angel
descending from the skies.
The angel was sarcastic,
and foul and rude,
appearing drunken and angry,
ruining her sedated mood.
The angel stumbled up,
and slurred some words,
about how only humans killed their offspring,
never the bees or the birds.
Then the angel smirked,
and said **** you!"
Not only did you manage to **** one,
but two.
Trixie died inside,
just as Trixie's twins
died alive.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
To my Detective,
I may not be as good looking as Lt. Pierce
You may not heard of him yet but let me tell you he’s not going to die in Spears...
I may not be as perfect as your past
Which like Detective Espinosa, your relationship didn’t last....
I may not be as pure and holly as Amenidiel,
Made a lot of mistakes and learning from it all still...
I may not be there all the time like Mazikeen
But promised you I’m free whenever you need me and I’m all in...
I may not be as good listener as Doctor Linda Martin
But my ears are all yours whenever you need it, I’m willing to listen...
I may not be as open minded as Ella Lopez
But will trust you without second guess...
I may be facing some difficulties right now
Just like Lucy facing his other siblings but he managed to win over them somehow...
What I’m trying to say is that I wanna be there for you anytime that you needed me,
You can count on me like Detective can count on Lucy...
You’re my Detective Chloe Decker
And I want to be your Lucifer Morningstar forever...
Oh I almost forgot!!!
About Trixie!!!
Too early to talk about her, hopefully soon but we’ll see
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
Tipsy Trixie likes to do blow.
Coffee, blow.
Lunch, blow.
Shopping, blow.
For Trixie, that's how life goes,
A long line of genocide
Going up into her nose
Before a cold, bare floor catches Trixie's clothes,
in an attempt to add to her stash
Of street corner cash
All wrapped up in rolls.
Selling herself short just to finance the blow,
She'll soon snort herself cold,
or maybe she'll get **** rich and forever swim in her snow.
But I'm no dreamer,
And trixie's a coke *****
Another street corner dime
Just looking to score.
When this winter blows over
She'll be sniffing for more.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
When your an only child
and have a dog,
that dog becomes your best friend.
My dogs name was Trixie
a little fox terrier
who was as gentle
as a best friend could be.
We would sit underneath
the dining room table
while mom sewed, and
I would dress Trixie up
in baby clothes
and push her around
in my doll buggy.
As a best friend
Trixie just layed there
like she knew she should.
Why should she,
because I talked her into it.
Dogs understand things
more than we realize.
But....
One Christmas Eve
Trixie ate a whole bowl of
chocolate German *** Candy.
Imported from Germany
And....
She lived to wag her tail for us.
that candy had real *** in it.
She wagged her tail, and staggered
as she walked.
Trixie never chewed up things,
or bothered anything,
but...
it was Christmas Eve
and I think that the devil
told her to do it....
My best friend Trixie
lived for many, many years
and they say chocolate can
**** a dog, and certainly
*** didn't seem like it
was made for a dog.
But...
Having Trixie as my best friend
made my childhood days
really fun.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
When I met a girl
called Trixie
I knew
The World
was Godless
Her second name
was "Smith"
I had prayed
it would be
"Hobbitsies"
Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 6:42 AM UTC