Best Packer Poems
"Our Destiny is to succeed"! "Our fate was set up through not being exposed to"NEW Knowledge",so that we would fail! Our "HOPE" was and "Still is in"GOD"! Our success was,and is realized,"after "Jesus Christ"through "GOD"blessed us to "Overcome Fate"! Those who held us back in "Knowledge""PRETENDED" to want us to be successful,while they knew that by holding back "Knowledge"we would meet,"THE FATE" that was hidden in a "LIE",to"CAUSE" our "FAILURE"!Richard Restak has helped to Reformat "The Brain "Hard Drive"! Now our destiny can be realized,as "Fate"has "Failed"!The setup menu is now corrected! The "Start program" is "NOW" valid! The hard drive has been reformatted! The back-up neurogenetic neurons are generating at top speed,and all viruses are being eliminated:The Ram and the Rom of the computer is being controlled by "Human Brain"input into "The Supper Computer"! All viruses have been eliminated,and "The Ram,and Rom are at top speed with "Terabyte Memory" in "The Ram,and The Rom" to prevent any "Scam" to prevent "The Computer Hacker from scamming,as "DESTINY"is "The Hacker Breaker",and is "The Hacker Packer"! Poetry is "The Exacter",and GOD love "The Hacker"! God love "The Hacker and "The Quaker": They "LABOR"and we all need to watch our behavior! We are fully operational! Fate has "LOST" due to our lack of trust in "THE TROJAN HORSE" placed in our path "TO BE EATEN",and swallowed "WHOLE"! It was totally consumed to give us a "Full Belly of Knowledge" of which it was "Holding Inside"! Now "The Digital,Analog,video,audio,"Encryptification"(DAVAE) has also been reformatted to give us the truth,after "Encriptification" has been achieved, through laser recognition,and M.R.I Technology,to see changed,video,audio,digital,analog,"LIES"to bring "THE GENETIC CODE"at hand as now "The central processing unit gives us another full belly of knowledge of which it will describe "KNOWLEDGE" in "Analog,Digital,Holographic,Genetic Code,without the truth being "Hidden"in a "Video,audio,Holographic,"Genetic Code Lie"! Victory over "The Enemy"Achieved"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
packer, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
In the winter of 1873, Alfred Packer was hired to guide a prospectin' trek.
In the San Juans of Colorady they'd heard of gold that they wanted to check.
Alfred claimed that in Colorady minin' camps he'd driven wagons of ore.
He guaranteed he'd show 'em the valuable stuff that they were lookin' for!
They visited sage old Chief Ouray and he warned 'em to wait 'til spring,
To cross those rugged tors, but no, they wanted to press on and do their thing!
So foolish Albert and five of the group decided to trudge on through the snow!
Of the blindin' snow, lack of grub and perilous paths, little did they know!
A few months later Packer appeared at an Indian Agency lookin' fit and well!
He said he'd been left behind due to injuries, one of many tales he was to tell!
His story changed several times sayin' one man went berserk and killed the rest!
There was evidence that cannibalism was involved but old Albert never confessed!
Packer was jailed in Saguache but later made his escape to Wyoming state!
He was nabbed and returned to Salt Lake City for a trial and sentencin' date.
"They was seven Dimmycrats in the county", pronounced the judge from the bench,
"But yah man-eatin' sunuvab**ch, yah et five of 'em, fer that yer neck'll wrench!"
Later the sentence was reduced to manslaughter and he was given forty years,
To be served at the pen in Canon City, Colorady, but no one shed any tears!
He was paroled in 1901 and moved to Denver where he hung around.
Now his molderin' bones rest in peace 'neath a grassy burial mound!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 7 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Legend" Contest - April 2011
Categories:
packer, funnyold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A lazy long-haired packer in a shop,
Lent against a wall to have a quiet stop,
He felt a scraping on his crown
Waking from his nap upside down,
Someone was using his head as a mop.
Categories:
packer, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Categories:
packer, people,
Form:
Rhyme
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
Categories:
packer, passion, night, night,
Form:
Narrative
Every day at recess I play catch with the boys
No matter what they can’t throw where they’re told
Just one good pass
To bend over that many times, I’m getting too old
I throw them a pass
And it slaps off their hands
When they do finally catch one
They celebrate like a Packer leaping into the stands
Tayden Picks it up
He throws with all his might
The ball leaves his hand
And sails 20 feet to my right
I stroll over
And pick up the errant pass
Why can’t they throw me the ball
Maybe we should go over this in class
McNutt drops the next pass
The sun was in my eyes is what he’ll say
I don’t know how that’s possible
On such a cloudy day
With a wind up McNutt gets ready to throw
This won’t be pretty it won’t be neat
With a scream and all his strength he chucks the pass
It bounces 10 yards in front of me and rolls to my feet.
My aching back
It can’t take much more
I’m only 39
Why am I this sore
Now it’s Davon who is in my sites
If he would only catch it I could lose these ball drop blues
He looks good as he runs for the pass
But now he’s on the ground, tripped over his own shoes
With a smile and a chuckle
He picks up the ball
I think he knows it’s a football and not a grenade
It sails way over my head and bounces off the wall
I throw the ball to Brian
He reaches for it wearing his single glove
I can’t believe it, he caught it
Thank the heavens above
This is it, I think he will throw me a direct hit
Oh, man tricked again, he stopped to tell a story and talk
How disappointing
I suppose I could just take a walk
Why do I do it
Why do I play
Tomorrow I jump rope
I’ll keep trying they may throw it to me someday
Categories:
packer, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
Apollo Creed was the master in the ring.
Most fighters thought facing him was a foolhardy thing.
To defend his title, who was he to fight?
There were some contenders, but none of them seemed right.
From the ranks of unknowns, Apollo chose a fighter.
Practically nobody knew this Italian-American amateur.
This street smart Philadelphian worked as a meat packer.
For a loan shark, he was an enforcer and collector.
Out of some possibilities, this one looked right.
In front of his hometown crowd, Rocky would be in the spotlight.
Given a shot at the title, Apollo was the one he would fight.
What happens in the fight? Do you want to see?
All I have to tell you is watch the movie.
Inspired by the 1976 film “Rocky”
Categories:
packer, hero, inspiration, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Green Bay, Wisconsin
Packer Country, Green and Gold
Home of Lambeau Field
Football is our Great Passion!
Cheeseheads RULE the Football World!
(January 23, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
packer, people, places, sports
Form:
Tanka
On this earth table where i sit to sip fury
I chose the game of cards over watching
stripped dancers
I chose a cold ice malt to flow into my intestines
As i play the game of cards
Its the love cards i cherish
the Brenda blue eyes card i pick
From the hands of a Tom
who cant let the Emily slim card go
I have to pass on the Rita tall card
to the center of the table
for other players to pick and play
I am not heartless i just love competition
I cant watch Mark take the Isabella card
As i cling to this Sophia card
Yet they are many with this card
The Alexis card is not easy to get but first to loose
I cant take that from mason
He told me a lot like Jason did
I want to quite the game
I didn't know loosing the Chloe card hurts
just like the Nicole did
But i cheer up and pull on
the Anna card
As packer fights with Dylan
For the Morgan card
That Easton threw away
when he stole Lauren card from Julia
As we play our card game
Ladies are playing their own
I am in this game
Hope I will have
The winning card
most likely that slim blue eyed card
In Austin's hand
But i have to first pass on
The Kayla card
Which i cant hold till i quit the game
Categories:
packer, boyfriend, conflict, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
HayleeDale—she is a magical deck of cards.
If she came with directions that would have been helpful.
But she did not—It is ok--I got her figured out.
I knew when I met her, she would be with me always.
We have played Clue and love Family Feud.
We tag each other over the dumbest jokes and hilarious goats.
I know that I am not her mother, but she calls me for advice.
And to ask if she can use garlic instead of spice.
If wishes came true…
I would wish for a moment to sit with her mother,
To tell her how truly wonderful her daughter has become.
That she is smart and silly, beautiful and pretty--
Her heart is full of gold.
And not to worry, she is finding her place in this world.
There is so much for her to look forward to.
As her life evolves and things change--they always do.
No matter what this world throws at her, she is going to be okay.
She is stronger than she knows and she thinks with her head.
Be assured she loves and misses you each and every day.
I catch her reminiscing and looking at pictures—
She keeps you close at hand.
Be very proud of her for she is a GreenBay Packer fan.
She is a blessing in my life, I love her dearly too.
So if you don’t mind I will keep an eye on her
And be there if she needs me too…
Copyright © Merri-Merri/fonda anne….
Categories:
packer, absence, anxiety, baby, courage,
Form:
Free verse
A hub stays put
But around it the wheel rolls
A hub only feels the weight of the load on the road
But the wheel rubs on the surface of it all
In mud, on dirt, on tar
The wheel is not afraid to roll for it fits within its purpose
The hub always stays put in the middle of the wheel
But with it everywhere it goes
Poetry soup is the hub
And around it like a wheel I’m gonna roll
Sometimes the surface maybe on a tarmac so smooth
Sometimes I may wade through mud so sticky and deep
Sometimes I may leave so much dust rising on my trail
But an artist is all I am
A creature of emotions working shifts in the factory of words
Mine is just to pack
The emotions endeared to me in the wrappers of words
Each day different from the one gone past
Sometimes it’s heaven is on a roll
Sometimes it’s hell in a storm
But being the servant I am
My position at the factory
Impels me to wrap it all in the assembly line of words
So please understand
Don’t blame the packer working shifts in the factory of words
Blame the company for producing all the sincere stuff
Categories:
packer, art, dedication, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
My dog he usually lays by me.
But when the games on he will flee.
He climbs up on a different chair.
While lying there he'll watch and stare.
I'm sure he's wondering what I'm doing.
He grabs his bone and begins chewing.
I wonder what goes through his mind.
Cuz mom is normally very kind.
I grab my beads and put them on.
He knows for three hours mom is gone.
He watches and waits till the game is over.
Then once again well over comes rover.
I hate to say this stories true.
I'm always a fan however they do.
Don't get me wrong I want them to win.
But I'll be there through thick and thin.
The green and gold are in my heart.
They have been from the very start.
Categories:
packer, pets, sports, mom, mom,
Form:
Light Verse
Mrs. Packer bought a weed whacker
So, her husband could trim the grass
But he was a slacker
Thus, ever after
The whacker was out of gas
Categories:
packer, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
These times do frighten us, so what to do?
It's up you to be upbeat and to negatives, do eschew.
I have brought out my small, white Christmas tree and lit it.
I just stared and marveled at the tree, as I did with joy sit.
I keep it on both day and night now, it glimmers so poetic.
The white tree with mulit- colored lights~delightfully epic.
The magic of sans-news makes my peaceful day.
As the fears that news creates in me, were magically allayed.
I amusingly, fancied myself, a seer of sorts!
Till I heard Wisconsin suggested people put Christmas lights on their house!
(Ah, better than Packer sports.)
This is our time to appreciate and love one another.
Face to face contact, in real time, cannot by the Internet be smothered!
This, too, shall pass as it is written.
The Corona Virus hardly will do mankind in, though some will be smitten.
Remember the numbers never tell the co-morbidity rates.
Just follow directions, pray to God, that he provides you a good fate.
To those of us in isolation, this is no time to mope.
Rise up poet, think of others like you, and revel in hope!
With my love and support!
Panagiota Romios, California
March 25, 2020
7:30pm PST
Categories:
packer, care, faith, god, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Those L O N G Register Receipts
I move up as next on the line.
She checks out my rations just fine.
Some milk, eggs, and bread
are pushed up ahead
when packer, to bag, does assign.
But then, my receipt, oh my lord,
keeps coming and coming, I'm floored!
For sure, half-yard long...
I'm thinking what's wrong?
Three items grants me this reward?
A chance to win thousands someday
if I take an hour-long survey.
Some coupons to use
that somehow, I'll lose;
a waste of good paper, I say!
A web address I can go to,
to comment if checker came thru,
with service that's good...
did all that she should;
for that, print more coupons in view.
So glad to get this off my chest,
for here in my household at rest,
long twirls of receipts...
for me are no treats.
Such stupid waste still unaddressed!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
For "What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me"
Contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 11/11/2018
Categories:
packer, angst, feelings, technology,
Form:
Limerick