Best Pack It In Poems
Broken And All Hope Lost, What Does One Do
I am old, tired and I no longer want to write
the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out
Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too
the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight
just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt!
Where does eagle fly when its feathers are all gone
into canyon walls crashing into a sad heap
Nature may speak loud and although man may ignore
we all end up buried and cast into white bones
with our destroyed dreams and that eternal deep sleep!
So tell me, what real Hope can you, my friends, now give
that an old dog can chew on that is not crushed rock
Lights are off, this cold hurts so and heat is not on
Fighting for my survival and this life still live
as the trumpet sounds and I hear that old tick tock!
I am old, tired and I no longer want to write
the old kettle is broken and tea leaking out
Kitchen is a hot mess and floors are dirty too
the ancient windows are shattered, O' what a sight
just time to pack it in, of that there is no doubt!
R.J. Lindley
November 10th, 1990
Rhyme,(Where Dark Shadows Prevail)
In your coffee and your tea,
how much sugar do you take?
You have enough I see
to bake yourself a cake.
What I have noticed as of late,
you pack it in quite easily.
That’s a lot of carbohydrate.
Do you add it for the energy?
What about the taste?
Isn’t it way too sweet?
It almost seems a waste.
That excess you should delete.
You are worried about your weight.
Here is one thing you should do:
Reduce intake of carbohydrate,
and your worry will be through.
"Dreamy Cadillacs"....COLOURFICATION
Decided one Sunday afternoon to indulge in something I love!
Being "Olde School" with an "e" and a Cadillac classic car buff.
I went to this show and was blown away by all the "Cads" I did see!
I'll describe some of them to you! Come take this journey with me!
The first to drop my jaw was a '50's turquoise El Dorado!
Just when I thought I'd seen it all there was a Brougham that was indigo!
By now I am reeling! These cars are quite the sight to be seen...
"Oh No!!!.... Are you kidding me?, that '60's Coupe De Ville is tangerine!"
Once again, I am in a daze by what just caught my sight...
a '77 Eldo Biarritz that is seashell and malachite!
Ok, I was in love and in Heaven and "OH WOW!"....don't you know,
there was a '68 Fleetwood De Ville that was platinum and fandango!
"Stick a fork in me! I'm done!", I said! I was ready to pack it in!
When I turned around, there it was!....Another Eldo that was aureolin!
"Ok get me a stretcher!"...I needed something to lie down on!
There was a '74 Cadillac hearse that was the beautiful color of fawn!
Now although this was not a classic, it was decked out and beautifully made-
the best for last at the end of this journey was a rosso corsa Escalade!
WTA-IV 3/12/2016
"Dreamy Cadillacs"
for COLOURFICATION Contest by Silent One
Turquoise, Indigo, Tangerine, Seashell, Malachite,
Platinum, Fandango, Aureolin, Fawn, Rosso Corsa
*With some of the truly eloquent winners already submitted,
this was a fun challenge*
Winter Leaves
by Odin Roark
Seemingly adrift
Without care
Emblematic of interim homelessness
Yet
They rest unraked
Awaiting the next frost
The next thaw
The cyclic disintegration
The sequence they know so well
Still
We
The conscious ones
See not the wisdom of their seasonal trial
That arctic-like mission
Taking them to where they need to be
Come spring
The mulch of the winter
Delivers the gift
The nutrients for realizing
Spring’s glory
The cycle’s inevitable reconnect
Some might see it like love
Except nature knows
Without the up down
Bloom /wilting
Life/ death
There is no continuum
Blossoming
Lest we forget
The same tree
Bush
Vine
Doesn’t pack it in
Just because
Temperatures go seasonally cold
When will we learn
The heart
The mind
The being
Like all of nature
Is meant to be susceptible?
And
Like our favorite flower
We too
Are vulnerable
The difference is
The plant knows
Cycles are not only innocent
They are like the nature of everything
Knowing reality loathes tampering
And perhaps
The reason leaves naturally go on
Nurture the next generation
Without agenda
Is they’re gifted over us
They don’t have sentience
To mess them up
Rubbing my forehead, Hand in my hair,
All I see is paper, are there any words out there?
I search and I search, racking my brain,
It seems my idea has gone down the drain.
I woke up excited, ready to write,
Was I just dreaming? It is late at night.
Go get some coffee, splash water on my face.
You call yourself a writer? You're such a disgrace.
I wonder if others have felt just like this,
Shouldn't writing poetry feel like pure bliss?
Ok I admit, I am trying to be witty,
But when I am tired I get rather giddy.
Now; Back to the task of writing a poem,
Pull up saggy eyelids, don't let your mind roam.
And if you can't do that or hold up your head,
Then just pack it in and go back to bed.
Na, I don't think I'll do that, I think I'll just write,
How hard to write a poem in the middle of night.
Brenda Meir-Hans
Written July 2013
6th
Sit down clown and drown your sound bubble before I puncture it with my slam,
I'll show you an epic wham bam epigram 'cus I am the lion and you're a lamb,
your jam lacked glam like expired meet attached to smelly feet and moldy ham,
It was so lame that I wonder if you're insane, maybe you should book an exam.
You added to the pain in my brain with each row as the flow wasn't on show,
you managed to increase the decrease over again and couldn't maintain a glow,
the lightbulb is dim or needs replacing because you're disgracing poetry with below
average rhymes that set a new standard of previously unobtainable shallow.
You don't seem to know it but trust me you're either rusty or just no poet,
it's time to pack it in or relentlessly practice and stop the plummet,
I've noticed you're a little bit hopeless so I'm hiding the rope so you know it,
you came along for the ride, lost your pride, so go and hide but suicide don't commit.
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic
As my wrinkled old hands grasp the glass ball,
I watch as the glistening snowflakes begin to fall.
I gaze into it and give it one last shake.
There’ll be no room for all I was hoping to take.
My heart strokes the strings of memories, sublime.
This little snow globe has stood the test of time.
I watch the soft flakes settle on an old oak tree.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants, beckoning me.
I was bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
The alps bringing peace, when church bells chime.
My wanderlust cured, no more would I roam.
Such amazing years I have spent in my mountain home.
Lost in the vision of my little snow globe here today.
As the last of the snow has settled, I really want to stay.
Along with some other treasures, I pack it in my port.
My love of this home just couldn’t be bought.
I wonder if there’s a snow globe that depicts where I am going.
I’ll miss my lovely chalet especially when it’s snowing.
I’ll keep my wee globe with its snow falling under the dome,
and I’ll take the snow in my glass ball to the old age home.
45 years behind me
I’m startin', reachin’ for the dream
I left my front porch crying
Only tears of fear
Then wiped my face
To keep it crystal clear
Your too old
You’ll unfold
They’ll laugh at your attempt
Get back in the house!
Cook a meal !!
Don’t continue.
Check the menu.
The kids are needin’ ya now!
Leave your dreams.
Give it up.
Hubby’s havin’ a cow.
I had my dream evaluated
Measured, tested, and weighed
All the experts told me
I really should have stayed…
home on another cookin’ course!
Well I’m not a cook or waiter
So instead of changing all my dreams
I traded in ‘the evaluator’
“neeeeeeeeeeeeeext!” that's my theme!
Your to old
So I’ve been told
Yep they laughed at my every attempt
Get back in the house
Don’t continue
Give it up
Pack it in
There’s nothing for ya here
There’s no chance to win a grammy!
Just relax and have a beer.
My new dream evaluator looking up said “mama mia”
Rubbed his chin and promptly asked
“who gave you this idea??’
I gathered up my things
Tried not to take a swing
He blurted, “for goodness sakes!!”
I’m only asking…
I’m just saying …
Looks like this is it…
Think ya just caught your break
I was told I was too old
I was told to pack it in
I was told to not continue
I was told I’d never win
I was told to get in the kitchen
Good things can happen to those who clean!
Today I’m packin’ for seven
Yep I said “for seven”!
My whole family shares my dream
I traded-in my evaluator instead of packin’ in my dreams
I’m not packin’ in my dreams
I never did pack in my dream
neeeeeeeeeeeeeext was my new theme!
Pack it in
As emotions rush,
tears of anguish will flood,
Until you pack it in aces,
of yesterday's ecstatic moments.
Written Dec 19th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For "Something with great impact- poetry contest"
Words -18
Sponsor- Nette Onclaud
Awarded 6th place win
I was told to "Pack it in."
"No!" I am not a quitter.
I never give up until I win.
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20 Words
Lin Lane -December 18th 2015
Something With Great Impact
Contest Sponsor-Nette
This man cannot grasp
His task at hand.
With fervor he tries
Diligently.
Trying, working, his
Sweat soaks his brow.
It is getting dark.
What will he do?
He tries to finish
But, can’t get it.
The sun sets, time runs
Out, defeated.
Time to pack it in.
He bows his head.
Maybe next time, he
Thinks to himself.
With a last big sigh,
He lays to rest.
For soon the morning
Breathes new attempts.
Gotta Play the Game
by Odin Roark
Okay
There's this big choice
Pack it in
Or play the game
So it goes with
That societal barometer
Called Retirement
Some of us
Know nothing of such nonsense
Others
Well
Their club dues
And tee time fees
Speak another language
Now the game
Has many rules
Make up your own
If you wish
It's all about beating
That dumb death trap
Called Retirement
So
For those of age-be-damned mindset
Put it out there
Youth is more than a state of mind
It's craziness never subdued
Give the creaky joints
Some Glucosamine and Chonodroitin
Slap on the skin goo for liver spots
****'m if they don't like suspenders
Or mumus
Eat your veggies though
Fox News even supports that
Avoid sobriety
And trip into wherever you need to be
‘cause
No one knows
Where you need to be
Better than your stubborn self
Which is an earned right of passage
The other way
With a shot of Jack in your paw
You're that person that's always wanted
Adventure
Freedom
Your own experience
And just a little bit of
Wisdom for a chaser
C'mon kids of "Age Be Damned"
Time to parrrrrtttteeeee!
"Give Me Your Tired" posted 7 Jun 2021
i'd join the morning person's club except their meetings start before noon
early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and beat
they make clocks to tell me when to get up i need one to tell me why
a bicycle cannot stand up by itself because it is two-tired
my wife got tired of hearing my zodiak puns it taurus apart
teen's concept of an early bird: one who wakes up at the break of noon
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"Just Asking (part III)" posted 14 Jun 2021
wow, is that an optical illusion or am I just seeing things?
why does the sun on the raisin bran cereal box wear sunglasses?
why are wise men and wise guys considered opposites of each other?
when styrofoam companies ship their product what do they pack it in?
if swimming is so great for the figure then how do you explain whales?
how does the person who drives the snowplow get to work in the morning?
[humor attribution - all humor found online, sources unknown]
"It's All In A Name" posted 21 Jun 2021
i visited a new dating website in Prague they call it ~ Czech Mate ~
there's a new contraceptive on the market it's called ~ i kid you not ~
my vote for the best beauty parlor name of all time ~ curl up and dye ~
good name for an ultra-conservative fashion boutique ~ clothes minded ~
maybe you shouldn't name your brand new restaurant ~ eater's digest ~
perhaps this plumbing company is worth a gamble ~flush or full house~
[humor attribution: #2 and #5 Edmo Snord, #3 and #6 are actual company names I've seen, others found online of unknown origin]
"Random Brain Guano (part III)" posted 28 Jun 2021
children are hereditary if your folks had none, neither will you
the best remedy for your bad memory is milk of amnesia
buy your valentine a bikini it's the least you can do for her
i tried making a belt out of watches it was a big waist of time
my toddler kept chewing on electrical cords so I grounded him
sometimes Bigfoot is confused with Sasquatch Yeti doesn't seem to mind
I heard about a study
Which had proof that where it’s at,
In terms of living longest,
Is to be just slightly fat.
When one weighs sixty pounds too much,
That person is obese.
The chances of a lengthy life
Have started to decrease.
But someone who is overweight
By up to thirty pounds
May outlive all the skinny folk,
As crazy as it sounds.
There’s cause for celebration
For the chubby and the plump;
And dieters may pack it in,
For science holds the trump!
This man cannot grasp
His task at hand.
With fervor he tries
Diligently.
Trying, working, his
Sweat soaks his brow.
It is getting dark.
What will he do?
He tries to finish
But, can’t get it.
The Sun sets, time runs
Out, defeated.
Time to pack it in.
He bows his head.
With a last big sigh,
He lays to rest.
Maybe next time, he
Thinks to himself.