Random prompt #2

[CRNDLSM]

Upon opening this thread you have 1 hour to write a 4-8 line poem using a word that rhymes with '-ickle'. 

Rules: none

Skill Level: subjective

Time Limit: negotiable 


Go!

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The water slowed to a trickle.
Jacks wet hair clung
to the open sores on his back;
he pulled the last piece of glass
from his shoulder blade.
He really didn't want to go to court.
He did have to go to the hospital though,
and he needed a new bicycle,
but he really didn't want to go to court.

[Wjames]

Fulfilled

Our tractor's engine stalled today,
a fickle piston cracked.
I spent the morning hauling hay
then sickled, sliced, and hacked.

It’s nightfall now, my muscles ache
and both my hands are raw,
but as I sink into the bed
a smile hits my jaw.

[Knot]

.
He slowly picked his bruised self up,
then coughed and spat and smacked the dust
from off his 'leathers', checked for tears
and then his 'hog'. Found that his fears
were happily unfounded. No damage done.
His sister, like a siren, wailing Mum!
Come quick! began to nee-naw
Mum! around the swings and see-saws
Mum! arrives and sighs, just typical.
The birthday boy's speeding away
on his brand new, three-wheel, 'motor-sickle'.


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[TranquillityBase]

Hammer and sickle
panosophical pianoed pickle
not a game for the fickle,
now hardly worth a nickel.

[dukealien]

Fate be not Lean Today

Death, in uniform, with scythe and sickle
waits upon us, breathless– what a pickle,
should we feast on fudge or butter brickle!
(Maybe not, my friends, for fat is fickle.)

[Radetof.Yahska]

Slow death, immense decay

Blasted winter winds
a doe limps into a cave
a tiger slinks in after
its victory roar
loosens a lone icicle;
so ends the story of the tiger.

[Tiger the Lion]

Before TikTok

it's college
and we're taking a break
from the books
to get baked
and play charades

James is doing
his best Travis Bickle
and Jane is spewing
beer out her nose

[Tiger the Lion]

I think Arlo's got us all beat...

[CRNDLSM]

It is Soo hard to play and TALK at the same time, Arlo is a master

[Tiger the Lion]

Gherkins 

If she'd only saved a nickel
for each little pickle 
her tongue had the pleasure to tickle,

she'd have enough nickels 
to buy better pickles 
and might be a little more fickle.

[Lizzie]

Labours

I grasp my sickle, as our Labours begin. It's serrated edge,
a practical cure for the overgrown grass. The August sun
peers down from its fantastical heaven, inquiring—
the oldest man in the sky with his roundel monocle.
And I, in my impractical skirt, bend ever lower
into a diabolical sweat, curse the fickle wind
as it blows the grasses out of my hands,
upward into it's magical bluster—
it seals away one more bowl of grain
from our table, to replace it in winter
with one more icicle on our roof. 

Labours roundel

[rayheinrich]

        Old Ivan, whose flag was the hammer and sickle,
        dared Joe from the States to eat hot pepper pickle.
        "I'll wage you ten dollars to your slender nickel,
        you can't eat a pound of my hot pepper pickle."

        "You're on", said our Joe (and with nary a stickle)
        he quickly devoured a pound of that pickle.
        Old Ivan was shocked, and our Joe was quite tickled,
        then gulped down a pound of mild bread: pumpernickel.


        (Though frankly, myself, I'd use butterscotch brickle.)