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Bob Hicok Poems

  • Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence
    Drunk, I kissed the moon
    where it stretched on the floor.
    I'd removed happiness from a green bottle,
    both sipped and gulped ...
  • An Old Story
    Itâ??s hard being in love
    with fireflies. I have to do
    all the pots and pans.
    When asked to parties ...
  • Unmediated Experience
    She does this thing. Our seventeen-
    year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
    Our mostly dead dog, statistically
    speaking. When I crouch. ...
  • In The Loop
    I heard from people after the shootings. People
    I knew well or barely or not at all. Largely
    the same message: how horrible it was, how little
    there was to say about how horrible it was. ...
  • Mortal Shower
    I met my butt in a Pittsburgh
    hotel room. My face
    still looks like my face
    but not my butt, my hair ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Bob Hicok

People 10 Body 9 Home 9 Thought 9 Woman 9 I Love You 8 Love 8 Mouth 8 Face 7 River 7


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  • Ansfavwords: and when i touch you in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever. bob hicok
  • Aquotebot: “i like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –bob hicok
  • Ansfavwords: and when i touch you in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever. bob hicok
  • Ink_just_ink: a poem for today, sadly, as for far too many days like it:
  • Goodnatureart: bob hicok poem about coming home
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Denner's Old Woman
 by William Cowper

In this mimic form of a matron in years,
How plainly the pencil of Denner appears!
The matron herself, in whose old age we see
Not a trace of decline, what a wonder is she!
No dimness of eye, and no cheek hanging low,
No wrinkle, or deep-furrow-d frown on the brow!
Her forehead indeed is here circled around
With locks like the ribbon with which they are bound;
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