Best Hit The Sack Poems
She pulls the puppets strings; and as he’s jerking all about;
She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout.
He forgets that he’s a puppet; while out there on the stage;
The audience is pleased with him; he’s the up and coming rage.
The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he’s made to dance;
He’s made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance.
Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath
They know this is a tragedy; they’re waiting for what’s left.
The puppet thinks he’s living; but the puppeteer don’t care;
She controls what’s going on and in this play there is no fair.
Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act;
Existing in a make believe; there’s nothing more than that.
Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile;
She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed.
And with a monotone that’s frigid; she says it’s time to hit the sack;
So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.
My horse prances.
And she dances,
As she spins around
She looks graceful
And so tasteful
Her hooves hardly touch the ground
Her long eyelashes
She seductively flashes
As she lifts gently in the air
Her thick mane flowing
From a breeze that's blowing
She dances without care.
She is captivating.
Her audience is waiting,
For her to thrill them more.
The horse is tiring
The crowd desiring
For just one more encore,
A moment to ponder,
As away out yonder,
Voices are calling out
They sound worried,
Anxious and flurried,
Then they begin to shout.
"Daisy, where are you?"
We have all been searching,
Since a quarter past two
We need you to come home, old girl,
It's time to be fed.
From the distance
Daisy heard the call.
What a time she had
entertaining one and all.
She curtsied to her audience,
Then she made a bow.
Then she said, "I am sorry folks,
I have to leave you now,
I hope you enjoyed my performance,
I shall be coming back.
I am feeling tired,
I'm going home to hit the sack."
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes?
You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap.
We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH
My collaboration contest
Never
would it fail
that that child
would have a knack
of waiting
until he hit the sack
before heaving up
a whole day's worth
of snacks,…..splat !!
So much for sheets and new bedspread!
It was always,
this same kid
who declared he had to pee
after you had spent
twenty-five minutes
repairing his zipper
and squeezing his chubby butt cheeks
into his grubby snow suit!
But, sometimes
he would sit in your lap for awhile
at the end of a long day
scrubbed, fresh from the tub
smelling of soap and perfection
yawning without much conviction
filling your heart with emotion
until it could burst with devotion
and then ...
you'd always, always, always, be thankful
that you were his mom
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Inspired by Contest: "Never-Always-Sometimes
Sponsor: John Lawless
2/16/16
Goth Girl, ebony black, manners slack, hit the sack
Gothic, Hispanic, remote chic, slick, sick
Goth Girl, non- conform, nonsense, hence
Gothic, lick lick lick, slurp, chirp
Goth Girl, tongue stud, bottle of bud, I could
Gothic, unromantic, drink quick, be sick
Goth Girl, give us a twirl, strip naked, curl
Gothic, sarcastic, bombastic, bliss, give us a kiss
Goth Girl, heart of stone, all alone, have a bone, go away, stay
Gothic, strange chic, sober, drunk, hic hic
Goth Girl, steer clear, cheers, rent arrears
Gothic, ankle boots with zip, zipperty doo dah, wheres the bar
Goth Girl, sexually free, three in a bed in garden shed, she said
Gothic, food on tick, pan non-stick, chuck a brick, night in nick
Goth Girl, nose ring, ring in nipple, bed is triple
Gothic, not the same, no shame, insane, country lane
Goth Girl, love you, love to screw, screw you, you too
Gothic, lethargic, Nostalgic, cares not, eats snot
Goth Girl, has knits, squeeze your zits, sqeeze your ****
Gothic, give us a twirl, Tobacco bag, share your shag
Goth Girl, Dark Sin, Virgin, like twin
Goth Girl, Hygiene, squeaky clean, smokescreen
Let me tell you about my Uncle Berty
His chat up lines are far from flirty
He has sparkling blue eyes and a wicked wit
But his chat up lines make him look a right twit
Where have you been all of my life?
I think you are stunning will you be my wife?
I don’t have any money…. how about you?
I’m short of cash .. lend me a dollar or two
Let me take you on a smashing date
We are meant for each other its all down to fate
How about McDonald’s for a Big Mac
When I take you home we’ll hit the sack
Your teeth are like stars they come out at night
Shall I cook you breakfast, it will be my delight
For some unknown reason his lines did not work
Try again Uncle Berty you look a right jerk
Contest:- Flirt Casarah Nance
07~14~15
In an instant and a quick flash
There was a crash near Calabash;
Won't see the one I love anymore;
Into my heart, a big hole it tore.
She isn't around and her can't hear;
To heaven has gone and did disappear;
No longer will remain in my sight;
Never will forget that terrible night.
On the news a message I just saw;
She died with my future mother in law
And father who with a friend had made
On front porch will sitting in the shade.
Her and whole family had been killed;
Was this by gracious God what He willed;
If only I could bring them all back;
I now am weary and have to hit the sack.
In my dreams every night, she appeared
And finally as my twilight had neared
A question to my mind did recently occur;
Will you have me buried next to her?
There’s a sound and smell that brings back
memories of the long ago,
of those short hours between the work and bed.
The family would gather
in the front room for awhile.
We were relaxed, contented and well fed.
Sometimes we’d play card games or Mom
would read continued story to us all.
In summer evenings we could stay
outside for hide and seek,
but the dark hours started early in the fall.
In those early days of no TV,
and no electric wonders
when oil lamps substituted for the sun,
it took a lot of patience
and it took a lot of love
and understanding of each other to have fun.
Then there were the special evenings
when Daddy would get out
the heavy iron skillet to pop corn.
I would hear those kernels popping and
inhale the buttery smell
and just be happy that I had been born.
He would shake the skillet back and forth
on Mama’s kitchen stove
then empty it and start another batch.
Oh the eagerness that skillet brought
when Daddy popped the corn
is something that no microwave can match.
Now it only takes that popping sound
or the smell of melting butter
to bring all of the memories flooding back,
of those long leisure evening hours
we’d spend with one another
before Daddy said, “It’s time to hit the sack.”
Won 3rd place in Sounds and Smells contest
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes? You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind
before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
but when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap. We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
Hope PD won't mind me showing me this one again!
Today I Accomplished
(My first list poem- I hope)
By Franklin Price
5/16/2015
Today I accomplished this list of things
At least I hope so Looking back
As I lay my head on pillow
Close my eyes and hit the sack
Got out of bed this morning
Glad my body could still work
Walked into the kitchen
Got the coffee on to perk
Turned on the old computer
Wrote a rhyming poem or two
Retired and don't go to work
Writing's something that I do
Heard the wife awaken
Made us each a coffee cup
Hugged and kissed her a good morning
Glad that she had gotten up
Checked my friends on Facebook
Posted written poems on line
Entered this poem in the contest
Hope you'll think it's mighty fine
Finally got my old bod dressed
Went to work more on a deck
To make a place to barbeque
Sunscreened my face my arms my neck
Quit construction twelve o'clock
Took a shower changed my clothes
Went over to a friend of ours
To play some dominoes
Came home around dark thirty
Just my lovely wife and me
To spend some time together
With some popcorn and TV
Watched the news to end the day
Was not busy nor was slack
This is all that I accomplished
Before I hit the sack
I’ve come a long way
With the help of a sheen ray
I see no vehicle to take me there
Seems I’ll have to walk 20 miles more
Sauntering through the soggy jungle
My shoes get wet & my bag rather heavy that I crumble
I lay down seeing the floating clouds hanging low
Haze enfolding the valley with its shadow
The huge cloud approaching the brink of a cliff
These majestic clouds carry a bizarre whiff
I try to shut my eyes & soak up the nature for awhile
The whole vale is encased in visible vapor
It has started drizzling, cold droplets falling on my face & frequently wetting my skin
It's getting darker I see through the mist
I run to an adjoining lodge to grab the only vacant room
I hit the sack to wake up at the dawn
To see the sun rise above the horizon & run down the road one more time.
Stuck in your box of ease
Fear holding you back from being free
Holding to comfort so you'll never fail
But this zone is starting to feel like a prison jail
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Live out your essence its too early to hit the sack
Life of coziness harvests nothing but a lack
So this worlds got a few bumps, but how else will you learn
A new experience awaits your every turn
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Scars are memories in a new form
Bruises are just knowledge being born
Sure burns may hurt for alittle bit
Chances are though youve learned from it
I think I know what life's about
It's ten a.m. when I set out
To eat, and then I snarf my food
You know that I am looking good
I go to class, get on my phone
I tell the teach: "Leave me alone!"
She tells me that I'm gonna flunk
I tell her: "What a bunch of bunk!"
She sends me to the dean, for what?
I open his door, begin to strut
He says, "The game is up; get out of here."
I say, "Thanks much, n'go have a beer...
Now it's six p.m., time for dinner
Fries and a coke will sate this sinner
Then I'm off, to hit the town
Rock-and-roll, and come on down
I get it on with a foxy chick
We smoke and drink till we get sick
I hit the sack by midnight's end
Then I'm up at ten to do it again
******
I trust you liked my little story
I hope it didn't anger or bore ye
That it's the truth is plain to see
The bad part is ~ The joke's on me
Read my poetry page by page
Lovely beige is the latest rage
Sat on seashore day after day
While dreaming my life away
on back rubbed suntan lotion
Wondering about commotion
while my body had been drying
saw come fish who were flying
When appeared a Canadian clown
In happiness himself he did drown
looked into water and saw a seal
who was seeking another meal.
To America we returned back
After I leaped and hit the sack
Seemed to be weather beaten
By a Canadian had been eaten
Have you ever ‘Melted in someone’s arms?’
You have heard this one said often
Have you ever ‘Drowned in a kiss’?
Have you ever felt your ‘Heart soften’?
Have you ever been struck, by a ‘thunder bolt?’
This one sounds if it would hurt,
Do you think you ever ‘Lost the plot?’
Or ever “Lost your shirt”
Have you been ‘Twisted around someone’s little finger’
Or ‘thrown caution’ to the wind.’
Sometimes it’s not good to linger,
Especially if you sinned...
Have you ‘Fallen in love’ or ‘Trembled with desire?’
‘Battled with your conscience’ or had your ‘Soul set on fire’.
Have you ever ‘Thrown a tantrum’ or ‘Covered up your tracks?’
Have you ever ‘Caught a cold, given up the ghost, or even hit the sack’?
Have you ever ‘Struck a deal’, or even ‘Hit the target.’
Looking back on these lines, I hope that you don’t for-get
How life can seem quite harsh sometimes, just look down at the list
From hitting Fighting Falling, even doing a twist
Life is quite exhausting, when the only thing I caught,
It wasn’t good or exciting, it wasn’t something I bought
It’s a germ from times of old, from days of time forgotten
I woke up this morning with a cold, and I am feeling rotten.
So I think on my second thought, because the first one I dismissed
That today I’ll stop in bed and I may even try to get … …drunk.
© ~GG~2011