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Muddy Water Dancing


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.



Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2008


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Pillow Talk Abuse - Andrea Dietrich

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


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011


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Never-Always-Sometimes

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

____________________________________________________________
Inspired by Contest: "Never-Always-Sometimes
Sponsor: John Lawless
2/16/16


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016


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Next to Her

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?



Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013


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FLIRTY BERTY

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


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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My Memories

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


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010


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Pillow Talk Abuse collaboration with PD

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!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011


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Today I Accomplished

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


Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015


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Where Have You Been

Where Have You Been?

Rainbow, rainbow where have you been?
Will we ever, ever see you again?
High in sky where you seem to soar
As I stare at you from my front door.

What there must be is a cloud burst
This is the thing that happens first
From background which is dark and gray
Dangerous for me when outside I play.

Sharp lightening could happen any time
And then in thunder will begin to chime
All of us desperately it does scare
Hearing loud, booming sound everywhere. 

What a beautiful arch it will be (Golden if in St. Louis)
Which God has just made for you and me
It skipped on by so I hit the sack
In my dreams, rainbow returned and came back.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014


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Rambling the byways of Landour

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.


Copyright © Kiran Bisht | Year Posted 2014


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Have You Ever

 
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


Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012


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Wind up

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


Copyright © Jessica K | Year Posted 2012


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Look Darling

"Look Darling!"
An advert in The Mail
Only one pound
It looks pretty sound
They will feed a child for us
in Africa,
How wonderful and what a plus ! 

Forget about Cameron's talks of plenty
We may not live 'til 2020
I vote we give our money away
One pound won't dent
Four million homeless kids that are bent.

They have never known better
So why should they get it
They will squander it so
It's an awful blow
To me as a taxpayer
I really want to be a sayer.

Ignore them, they are dead
What I cannot see I won't feel
My parents always provided for me
It's the lot of them can't do it I say
And history will prove it any day

Let's go Darling and hit the sack
We don't need to cut them any slack
I know it's right that we share our wealth
But just a little to the needy, 
There's no one else !


(www.2020wi.org)















Copyright © Judith Palmer | Year Posted 2010


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sweet nothing

Sweet Nothing 
I trapped the wind that made
dust dervishes dance in the back yard 
Lured it into a sack with the promise
it could create a storm.
 I hit the sack with a hammer this for
the wind had stolen my hair 
and made me bald as an American eagle.
And Silvio works for me.

I beat the sack until the wind died.
and it got unbearable hot without
a cooling breeze.
I opened the sack and the winds was
blue as a Parisian afternoon.
Windmills and zephyrs will they ever be still?


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014


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Goth Girl

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


Copyright © john scott | Year Posted 2017


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Time To Hit The Sack

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
hibernation time


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008


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Why Did We Come Down Here Today

There is lousy luck at a slot machine.
We play roulette after blackjack.
The table games are just as mean.
Below the dealer’s ace, there is a jack.
Bet on red, but it comes out black.
Lady Luck disappears this day.
It looks as if she’s hit the sack.
Why did we come down here today?

The summer is a pleasant as I have seen.
Tourists come to this town in an attack.
But you would prefer the casino scene.
The winds are keeping our ship aback.
Lower and lower goes each chip stack.
Seven-out at craps makes me say,
“common sense is what most people lack.”
Why did we come down here today?

The situation we’re in is hardly serene.
Today, I am hardly taken aback.
My wallet is holding less and less green.
Our express train has gone off the track.
Whatever happened to your gambling knack?
It appears as if it’s gone away.
I just hope I don’t have a heart attack.
Why did we come down here today?

Right now, I can’t even afford a snack.
I know we’ll be back again some day.
What I went through, most guys can’t hack.
Why did we come down here today?




Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011


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sleepless nights

So tired
Ready to hit the sack
I lay there restless
Legs twitching,
Arms moving in mid-air
A sudden jolt and I'm completely awake
There is no sound in our house,
No lights on
Only the sound of moving traffic on state route 66
So why can't I sleep?


Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2013


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Come Kick It

I’m not goin sit her and tell you what I’m goin do
I can just assure you of what I won’t do
Might feud wit you but I’ll get coo wit you
Even though I’m goin blew, yea past tense goin blew
We goin cruise on them 4 2’s vogues true interior girbaud blue
Definitely cold too bettin’ 50 when I roll the 5 and the deuce
So fine had to introduce seductive wit the seduction nice shape and matchin caboose.
Skip a vest I wear my life I’m my chest let it take the strife until get laid out to rest
Hit the sack relax on my back and listen to you sing on my chest.
Free me from the mess, relieve me of the stress
Keep me sane so I don’t hit the street make you have to see me in that stretch
So I gotta take it out on the pen then, make it throw up the Inc. like one of Gotti’s henchmen
Knock, Knock I’m here again way before my time so I’m here to win
You like my thug style when you hear it then, not too hype but just might be real melo wit the cheerin then
But when you hear we win celebrate wit the steaks and the flavor that’s seared right in
Get it clear number 1 option, but you can choose to op then, coed go head and cop then.
Don’t drink coffee but I got star bucks, other chicks get star struck
But you the one and only that can get me charged up
 Get me by the mall to buy it all by tomorrow and charge it up
So pardon the interrupt it’s far from me to stunt
The bars in my mouth that’s crushed broke bill gates bank and made his head bust
Because the price’ll head bust, so go head and touch
The time you require wit the sire, get it in entire, royal treatment like you part of an empire
So I can talk about it till my mouth get tired
So be about it because C’s bout and come kick it wit the Sire


Copyright © Courtney Allen | Year Posted 2005


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Blind date

I am running late
I don,t know if he will wait
Do I really care if he goes?
Its a blind date after all you know

Why do I always allow my friends?
To talk me into doing these things when
I am quite happy plodding along on my own
I don,t care if I am home alone

We are meeting by the big old clock
I wonder if he will like my frock
He said he will be wearing a red rose
I hope he,s not the sort of chap who likes to pose

Oh shall I just turn back and go home
But he will probably just keep ring my phone
Come on pull yourself together now dear
Its only dinner and drinks you made that clear

I know but what if we don,t like each other
We will have to be polite make small talk oh brother
I think I will  just turn back
I think I will just hit the sack

I think I will just say I forgot
After all us girls do that a lot
No i can,t I am nearly there
Stay tuned I will let you know how i fare


Copyright © ALICIA SLOLEY | Year Posted 2008


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January 13, 2015

Dasher, Dancer,
Smoke a pack
Prancer, cancer
Hit the sack.

One day you'll wake
And realize you
Need to stop
For their sake, too.

You want to be there
When they graduate
You want to be there
When they take the leap.

When the baby
Takes his first steps
When Morgan dates
The girl with the pep.

You cannot be here
If you're smoking a pack.
You will be in bed,
And will have hit the sack.


Copyright © Jennifer Gibson | Year Posted 2016


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Super Glue Mania

At any rate, Super Glue works all too well,
as I tried to fix my seashell,
it was applied very carefully,
an operation done dutifully 
until Aunt Rosie called on my phone, 
asking for a one-hundred dollar loan.

At any rate, the glue got on my ear 
and stuck to the cell phone so near,
Aunt Rosie pleaded her case 
as I tried to to unglue the phone from my face,
after she hung up I tried for at least an hour,
scrubbing away using a detergent to scour.


At any rate, I finally drove to the emergency room,
where the doctor looked at me with doom,
he said I had a choice to wear it forever
or perform an operation to sever
my ear which gave me non-stop chills,
after a while he gave me some pills,

At any rate, I drove home and hit the sack,
waking up hours later noticing I did not lack
my ear and it was intact without the phone,
it was all a bad dream of another 
Super Glue mania trying to smother.


Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2017


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All they Want...

They are under attack
All they want to do is hit the sack
They are shot and bombed
All they want is to be calmed
They come home black and blue
All they want is to know whats true
They have dreams or a bad nightmare
All they want is for someone to care


Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009


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Frisky Mind

Blissfully sneaked into zeros,
the mind was playing zero sum games,
permutations and combinations whirled in maze,
calculating gain was tough,
scared stiff of the loss,
mind began seeing loss,
where it was to gain,
it was so over worked,
that it did not feel that it worked,
working had becme a habit,
as if it was a carefree frisking rabbit,
rabbit collapsed of exhaustion,
and loss was immense,
zero sum game was lost,
for some time,
when it got back on track,
now the brain looked back,
saw the futility,
and overall loss,
whenever it went untoward fast,
it preferred to close shop,
and hit the sack.


Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005


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VERY COLD DAY

this is the time
to have love in mind
stay home
don't be alone
hit the sack
make love back to back
am told its time to play
its a
VERY COLD DAY


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012