Best Frack Poems
Where are you, Nessie?
You, have lived so long,
an eternal legend…
Neptune’s companion.
Have humans murdered you?
Has oil’s black-death,
slick suffocated you?
Perhaps Fukushima’s burn,
has scorched your scales or
completely, nuked you?
Oceans of man-made chemicals,
frack-cracked earth may have fried you,
as you swam, unsuspecting.
Toxic, boiling waters,
are no way to die.
Such a death,
lacks the dignity deserved,
by a millennia-old soul.
Where are you, Nessie?
Perhaps your wisdom,
Could save us all…
for my beautiful Mary Kate
Bubble and double, trouble and toil;
Smell the kettle as it starts to boil.
Rack-ety frack-ety, goopity-goop;
The witch stirs in liver, a toad, and some poop!
Rock-ety pock-ety, zim zam zoom zot;
Eyeballs, spaghetti go into the pot.
Tweed-lee dum-did-dee bake me a cake;
In goes a waffle, a yoyo, a snake.
The brew's almost ready and soon we will see
What the final ingredient is going to be.
Abracadabra and bib-bi-di-boo,
The final ingredient is (he-he-he) YOU!
Anticipating a peace march,
it is easy to get
cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront the uniform.
We mobilize and mobilize
in response to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy versus Spy.
Frick and Frack.
The march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death,
death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy,
to join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.
Frack off!
Radon in my water, killing me
Arsenic in by veins, making me cough
Cuardilla, ruining my tea
Killing the cows
In Fylde I protest
No fracking here!
Go away
I want to dedicate this to all those farms affected by the fracking crisis!
I hope your water will be drinkable soon xxxx
There’s gas in them there seams
So the scientists seem to think
All they have to do to get it is
Dig the holes, then sink
Sink down hydraulic drills
Force under high pressure, mixture in the cracks
All the gas then seeps upwards
And that’s what they call the fracks
Fracking is new big business
They say fracking is here to stay
Blackpool had its tower
But has the tower had its day?
When they pressure shoot the mixture
And the ground does bang and shake
As the fracks travel through the ground
Does it cause a new earthquake?
Never mind the ghost ride
Or the mouse trap racing round
With a little bit of fracking
Will it all fall down?
No more Blackpool illuminations
No more trams or central pier
When the scientists start their fracking
Will the frackers shed a tear?
They say there are no earth tremors
It does not cause new cracks
In other words poor Blackpool
The scientists don’t give a frack…
Do the politicians listen?
Do they bother what people feel or think?
You only know where moneys involved
They will let the frackers sink
With a little fracking here
and a little fracking there
The gas it rises to the top,
do they catch it in the air?
As long as they are comfortable
and they themselves suffer no lack
One thing about the politicians is,
they never give a frack…
© GG 13/08/2013
Fracking is forcing under high pressure a mixture or water sand and chemicals into the ground fracturing rock to release its gas, everywhere they try it is seems to cause earth tremors, they say there is no definitive proof but do they care when money is involved.
Blackpool suffered two quakes causing them to stop the fracking for a while but they want to start again.o my question is once more 'Who gives a frack?
Swelling waters rage across the land;
two foot, three, four…water-tantrum’s take their toll;
capturing houses and cars.
The collection grows with every storm.
Tempests wage their war on unsuspecting trees and crops;
limbs whirl about the airways. frantically.
Four legged’s seek the higher ground for, safety’s sake;
hurricane is a non-discriminatory beats;
attacking everyone and everything in its path.
Whirling, swirling wind-tops, cut through land, neighborhoods, cities and forests;
flinging debris like a child throwing a temper-tantrum.
A spoiled brat in a rage.
Land will renew with time, cities will be re-built and birds will populate woods,
forests and parks once again; provided that,
hurricane tantrum does not repeat itself, too soon.
Nature’s children can be fussy and destructive to,
people who upset the natural balance of things.
Everything that exists has a purpose;
from the cockroach to the human.
When each does it’s part, a balance is achieved.
Kill the rats off and the pests that feed off of them;
infect dogs, cats, livestock and even homes.
Frack-crack the earth’s crust-to-the-core and
tectonic plates slide too far;
carcinogens flood water and wetlands;
killing off billions of lives.
Man, mammal, bird and fish…all gone.
Obliterate the trees and you obliterate oxygen;
obliterate oxygen and you…extinguish all life.
The human beast has, an uncanny ability to do as,
they please; never considering the consequences of,
their actions.
It’s so easy to blame nature’s other children for,
human carelessness and mistakes;
Preaching about responsibility while avoiding it.
Anticipating
a peace march,
it's easy to get cynical.
How to prepare,
what to wear,
a uniform to confront
the uniform.
We mobilize
and mobilize
in responce to
mobilization.
Yin and Yang.
We and Them.
Spy vs. Spy.
Frick and Frack,
the march goes on,
a suicidal drumbeat,
sheep to slaughter,
life and death, death and life,
to step out of line
is to aid the enemy.
To join the line
is to aid the enemy.
The real problem is
just the shared
enmity.
Cumander-in-Chief Father Trump
Will frack you and leave you a dump
For riches like oil
The Earth he'll despoil
While searching for what's next to hump
Author's note: The "anti-christ" has got my attention. Perhaps this is just a bad joke, and it's not limited to one religion.
One step forward, two steps back
you were Frick and I was Frack
not caring what other said with pseudo tact.
We'd laugh and giggle on the sidelines
I was your best friend and you were mine.
Foolish I suppose
the tie dyed colored clothes;
with bell bottomed slacks and support hose.
Through the turning of the page
once our style was all the rage.
Time moves on too quickly
lost to situations silly and prickly
but we made it despite the trickery.
My best friend you'll always be
just don't ever forget me.
Rancher to Spacer
Lorne Greene
Played on a rancher team.
Later had Cylons on his track
In a show where they would say frack.
Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...
We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you
yea yea yea
where are you at
what are you doing
where did you go
I am not coming back
I gave up on your love
I put all of my sh!t in a sack
let me repeat this
I am not going to live on a rack
psst... k-frack
all I could hold
and how could you do that
her head in a crack
mind set for black
lesson learned
i am tired and burned
yea I can tell you payed for a quack
I should have named them Frick and Frack
One's so laid back and one is wack!
But each kitty brings me special joy
My little girl and giant boy
Never was blessed with kids you see
So my cats mean the world to me
They don't care if my hair's not right
That without makeup I look a fright
At times I have a messy house
They just play with their catnip mouse
The kitties don't judge-they just adore
I really couldn't love them more!
by Deb Wilson
for cat poems contest
Noern noern jibberbabble jibberbabble
As I pleaded over his spittal spattle
Of venimous ven engaged in verbal prattle.
Then we stood nye to nye
Straid in rockish gren.
Ner dillish kand we ertabe friend agrin
Our grint of thoughts too distant finds
Too distant calls each as our hearts recline.
My jibber flams his ire within
So to swigish flim cams from him.
Brikker nak brikker nak
Back and forth with frack
Noern to yield, yet attack.
Then I curled and cowt
To know his wisdom had won out
And embarked in gladden rim
That we cowt each other once agrin.
Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack.
Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back.
His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack.
With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack.
I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack.
Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack?
I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack.
He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack.
Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?”
They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack.
Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack.
The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.